Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 37

Outside Qing Yun Academy in the Qian Realm—

Xie Qing Shuang walked up the steps one by one, holding the Night Begonia sword. The oppressive spiritual pressure overhead grew heavier with every step.

The Three Thousand Steps of Qing Yun Academy was a required path for every student entering the school.

This was not the first time Xie Qing Shuang had walked this long staircase. Last time, she was following her master’s orders to mediate among the Four Hall Immortal Sects, preventing the loss of the Vermillion Bird Saber from inciting chaos in the Four Seas. But this time was unrelated to her master’s orders; she came only for one person.

After leaving the Vermillion Bird Hall, she went directly to the inn courtyard where Ming Yu had stayed, but it was empty.

This caused her a moment of panic, letting certain thoughts unconsciously take root.

Last time, she felt the Vermillion Bird Grand Feast was too noisy and left early, stumbling into Ming Yu’s courtyard and catching her bathing—that was their first meeting.

Xie Qing Shuang had to admit that she was momentarily flustered when she saw Ming Yu emerge from the water. She then fell into the pool, and Ming Yu fainted in her arms. It was at that moment that the Vermillion Bird Hall Master passed by with her people. Xie Qing Shuang, mindful of Ming Yu’s nakedness, draped her outer robe over her; Yang Gu robes were excellent at concealing a person’s aura.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master asked if she had seen a black-robed person. Xie Qing Shuang said no. After the Vermillion Bird Hall Master left, Xie Qing Shuang suddenly realized the person in her arms was severely injured and had a weak aura.

She fed Ming Yu a healing pill, changed her into clean, fresh robes, and guarded her all night. The next day, however, she was knocked unconscious by a handful of medicinal powder. The next time she saw Ming Yu was at Qing Yun Academy.

Recalling past events and relating them to the present, what was there left for Xie Qing Shuang to not understand?

The black-robed person who stole the Vermillion Bird Saber was very likely Ming Yu!

So, the whole time, she had been so careless. Yet, it was precisely because of her carelessness that Ming Yu was able to escape a calamity at the hands of the Vermillion Bird Hall Master.

But this time, she hadn’t gone to that small courtyard; she had gone to the Vermillion Bird Hall to fight the Sea Demons.

Regret welled up in Xie Qing Shuang’s heart. Why did she care about gentlemanly conduct? Or perhaps she should have discovered what Ming Yu intended to do sooner and dissuaded her.

She didn’t know if Ming Yu was currently in Qing Yun Academy, but Headmaster Xuan would certainly give her an answer.

It was not the time for Qing Yun Academy’s student intake, so Xie Qing Shuang was trespassing.

Before she made it halfway, Xie Qing Shuang’s legs buckled. She used her sword against the steps to prop herself up and forced herself up one more step.

After the body reached its limit, the pressure began to bear down on her spirit.

A ripple of spiritual energy, and Xie Qing Shuang felt a breeze on her face. A person stood before her.

Xie Qing Shuang looked up, her distinct black-and-white eyes strained with red veins from the pressure. She trembled as she bowed with extreme reverence.

“Headmaster Xuan.”

Venerable Du Shi: “You actually know my surname.”

The woman’s tone was surprised, but her expression didn’t change at all, even showing a hint of understanding, as if she had long known Xie Qing Shuang would appear here tonight.

Xie Qing Shuang felt the pressure from above subside. She slowly straightened her back, meeting the gaze of the Celestial Immortal on the steps.

Headmaster Xuan looked at Xie Qing Shuang and suddenly smiled: “A soul reborn into the world is extremely rare.”

Xie Qing Shuang’s heart jolted. She hadn’t expected her biggest secret to be so lightly seen through with a single glance.

Is this the difference between humans and Immortals?

“Why have you come?” Headmaster Xuan asked.

Xie Qing Shuang considered this, then replied: “For one person.”

Headmaster Xuan: “While the Dao of Emotionless does not mean severing all feelings and desires, you should not allow distractions and selfish desires to take root because of one person.”

Xie Qing Shuang: “I…”

Headmaster Xuan raised her hand, placing a fingertip on Xie Qing Shuang’s brow.

“You are destined for great fortune. This is a blessing I give you, to guide you to the righteous path when you cut off your inner demons in the future.” Headmaster Xuan withdrew her hand and sighed: “I also hope you won’t need this blessing.”

Xie Qing Shuang pursed her lips and bowed again: “Thank you, Headmaster Xuan.”

“Come in. The person you are looking for is inside.”

The Immortal Sect disciples gradually left the Vermillion Bird Hall.

After Ling Guang learned that she would soon be heading to Qing Yun Academy, she rushed to find Lan Shan Jun.

“Lan Shan! Lan Shan!”

Ling Guang shouted as she ran.

In the sun-warmed courtyard, Lan Shan Jun was teaching Cang Wu to write, hand-over-hand.

She had asked Cang Wu to copy the Serenity Mantra with her, but the child only knew how to write their two names. Left with no choice, Lan Shan Jun had to teach her word by word.

Hearing Ling Guang call her, Lan Shan Jun released her grip. The brush tip, suddenly free of control, spiraled sharply down from its smooth line on the paper, turning into messy scribbles again.

Lan Shan Jun looked at it silently for a moment, then patted Cang Wu’s shoulder, “You must practice more.”

By the time she finished speaking, Ling Guang had reached them. Seeing the characters on the table, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud: “Did Cang Wu write this? It’s worse than little Huan Huan’s.”

Cang Wu slowly tightened her grip on the brush handle, causing small cracks to appear in the jade.

Ling Guang’s laughter softened. She pulled Lan Shan Jun to sit down beside her.

“Lan Shan, didn’t your chain-dagger break?”

Lan Shan Jun nodded with some regret.

It had been a rare, easy-to-use weapon.

Ling Guang pulled out a booklet containing various types of weapons.

“Lan Shan, see if there’s anything you like. I’ll make one for you.”

Lan Shan Jun’s eyes brightened.

She flipped through the booklet, finding that beside every weapon there were detailed, handwritten annotations, clearly explaining the required materials and every step of the refinement process.

“Ling Guang, did you write all this?” Lan Shan Jun asked in surprise.

Pride flashed in Ling Guang’s eyes, “How is it?”

Lan Shan Jun gave a thumbs up: “Amazing, amazing.”

After flipping through for a while, Lan Shan Jun couldn’t choose. She tried asking the weapon master beside her, “Ling Guang, which weapon do you think would suit me?”

Ling Guang thought for a moment and said: “You haven’t cultivated the arts of the saber or sword, so let’s put those aside. Offensive weapons require a cultivator to combine them with spiritual power to maximize their effect. Lan Shan, what weapon have you used the most?”

Lan Shan Jun smiled faintly: “The chain-dagger.”

She had used it for several months, after all.

Ling Guang knew this. She pondered for a while and then turned to the back of the booklet.

“Perhaps Lan Shan needs a weapon that can protect you from close quarters fighting.”

“Your Water Spirit Root is very suitable for spell cultivation. I don’t know much about the Wind Spirit Root, but long-range attacks should also be good. Since you haven’t studied any weapons, using primary offensive weapons could easily cause you to neglect one aspect for another.” Ling Guang’s finger pointed to one page. “How about this?”

Lan Shan Jun looked over. It was an umbrella whose shape was only vaguely outlined; it didn’t look like much.

Sensing the confusion in Lan Shan Jun’s eyes, Ling Guang smiled: “This is an idea I had. I think it would suit Lan Shan.”

Lan Shan Jun was surprised. Ling Guang was going to custom-make a weapon for her.

“Don’t refuse me,” Ling Guang took the initiative, immediately pulling Lan Shan Jun to discuss the design of the umbrella canopy.

“Lan Shan, is there anything you particularly like? Flowers, plants, small animals, anything?”

In the past, Ling Guang always carved Vermillion Bird tail feathers onto the weapons she forged as her signature, but this weapon was specifically made for a friend, so the friend’s preference should be the priority.

Lan Shan Jun thought for a moment but couldn’t pick a favorite.

She tilted her head to look at Cang Wu: “What do you think, Cang Wu?”

Cang Wu desperately wanted to say ‘dragon,’ but held back. To prevent her Senior Sister from choosing something fluffy, she offered a good suggestion—

“Three-Heart Blue Lotus.”

It suits Senior Sister very well.

Lan Shan Jun smiled and nodded: “Then the Three-Heart Blue Lotus it is.”

Ling Guang asked her for a virtual image of a Three-Heart Blue Lotus, then left with her booklet.

After Ling Guang was gone, Lan Shan Jun rested her chin on her hand and watched Cang Wu.

After watching for a while, Cang Wu couldn’t help but ask: “What does Senior Sister want to say?”

Lan Shan Jun wagged a finger, her voice laced with a faint smile: “Cang Wu wasn’t telling the truth just now.”

Cang Wu picked up the brush again and started practicing her characters, softly replying to her Senior Sister: “I was.”

“Why are you writing my name again? You’ve written it so many times today.”

Cang Wu’s eyelashes trembled as the brush tip finished the last stroke of the character ‘Jun.’

Lan Shan Jun sighed softly, then took hold of Cang Wu’s hand again, guiding it to write stroke by stroke.

“You can’t just keep writing those three characters just because they look nice. You need to practice other words too.”

Cang Wu’s ear tips were burning, letting her Senior Sister’s hand control hers.

“…Mm.”

After another seven or eight days of recuperation, Lan Shan Jun’s body was mostly recovered, but the worry in her heart deepened.

She couldn’t contact either Senior Sister Xie or the Eastern Lord these past few days.

She asked the Valley Master, who only said they had not returned to the valley and that he couldn’t contact them either.

Finally, the Valley Master gave her a mission: pass the Qing Yun Academy assessment to enter the academy, continuously monitor the movements of the Four Halls and the other Immortal Sects, and mediate the relations between them.

This was originally the heroine’s task, but now it had fallen to Lan Shan Jun.

Lan Shan Jun had no choice but to accept the order. At the very end, the Valley Master also told her that the Headmaster of Qing Yun Academy might be able to figure out the problem with her body.

This piqued Lan Shan Jun’s interest.

Since the remaining plot was set in Qing Yun Academy anyway, it would be wonderful if she could resolve this major problem there.

Lan Shan Jun told Ling Guang the news, making the Young Hall Master so happy she almost flapped her wings on the spot.

“Then we can go together!”

On the day of their departure, the Vermillion Bird Hall Master and the Fu Yu Island Master saw them off.

The Fu Yu Island Master instructed Song Qing Cheng: “Take good care of Ling Guang.”

Song Qing Cheng nodded: “I will, Mother.”

Ling Guang looked as delighted as if she were going out to play: “Auntie Song, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of Qing Cheng too!”

The Fu Yu Island Master looked at the two of them and waved her hand.

“Go.”

The journey wasn’t particularly far, but Ling Guang still chose the Flying Boat she had made, which only required consuming spirit stones and didn’t need them to use their own spiritual power.

Watching the four people depart on the Flying Boat, the Fu Yu Island Master turned to look at the Vermillion Bird Hall Master.

“You’re leaving too?”

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master nodded.

The Vermillion Bird’s cry pierced the sky. A fiery red figure vanished above the clouds, heading straight for the Azure Dragon Hall.

The Fu Yu Island Master commanded her compass, laying down layers of formations outside the Vermillion Bird Hall.

Half an hour later, the Vermillion Bird Hall Master, dressed in red, landed in front of the Azure Dragon Hall.

“Who dares—ah!”

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master waved her hand, sending the approaching guards flying. Her Void Returning Immortal Realm power allowed her to walk through unchallenged, with no one daring to stop her.

She strode directly toward the main hall. The two people guarding the entrance watched her warily, their eyes rapidly narrowing into slits, and a layer of scales erupted around their eyes.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master swept her gaze over them with disdain. The oppressive power of the Four Directions descended upon them instantly.

Azure spiritual power coiled around the two figures, resisting the pressure.

“The Azure Dragon Mark again.” The Vermillion Bird Hall Master’s inner fire surged.

She powered up and struck out with a palm. The two minor demons immediately flew into the great hall, coughing up demon blood and collapsing to the ground.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master’s red robes fluttered as she stepped inside.

She saw a woman leaning back on the high throne, resting her forehead and pretending to nap.

Every inch of the hall surged with Azure Dragon aura, making the Vermillion Bird Hall Master inevitably frown.

The aura of the Four Directions, to put it plainly, was the demon energy of the Four Directions. If it wasn’t deliberately released, it would only be uncontrollable when one was severely injured.

“Yun Chi, are you injured?” The Vermillion Bird Hall Master looked at her friend whom she hadn’t seen in years, and despite her anger, she first asked a question out of concern.

The woman on the high throne slowly raised her eyes, her demon-like pupils a scarlet red.

“Li Shang, did you come today to tear down my Azure Dragon Hall?”