Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 4

“Cang, Wu.”

The low, soft sound brushed past her heart’s tip. Cang Wu, looking at the woman before her, spoke:

“My name is Cang Wu.”

Lan Shan Jun’s eyes curved slightly. “That is a very nice name.”

Cang Wu also smiled.

Book Spirit: “Hypocritical.” (It previously said this name sounded like it belonged to a villain.)

Lan Shan Jun ignored the voice in her head and looked toward her Master, Dong Jun.

“Master is usually busy, and Junior Sister is still young. Why don’t I take care of her?” After all, she would only feel at ease raising a child she nurtured herself.

“Senior Sister Lan Shan’s own studies barely meet the standard. If she also takes care of Junior Sister Cang Wu, Master Dong Jun will likely be even busier in the future,” Xie Qing Shuang gave a slight bow to Dong Jun. “If Master Dong Jun does not mind, I can look after Junior Sister Cang Wu’s studies.”

Not only was Lan Shan Jun surprised, but even Dong Jun glanced at Xie Qing Shuang again. Xie Qing Shuang was the disciple of Valley Master Xie You, and her academic performance was top-tier among all the disciples in the Valley. Having her teach Cang Wu was certainly more reliable than the habitually lazy and casual Lan Shan Jun. This choice would be correct for anyone presented with it.

But what Lan Shan Jun cared about was only the future plot development. In the original novel, the original body’s Senior Sister was very neglectful of Cang Wu and became jealous because Dong Jun favored Cang Wu. She repeatedly tempted Cang Wu into danger and injury, while Xie Qing Shuang was the White Moonlight (first love/unattainable ideal) who saved and protected her every time. If Xie Qing Shuang were to teach Cang Wu now, Cang Wu would become even more dependent on Xie Qing Shuang. When the other Heroine appeared, and the two Heroines developed feelings for each other, Cang Wu’s love-turned-hatred would become even more intense.

No! Absolutely not! She must stifle all seeds of evil in the cradle before they could sprout!

Before Lan Shan Jun could even devise a reason to snatch back Cang Wu’s ‘custody rights,’ Dong Jun spoke: “Senior Disciple Xie’s cultivation realm is about to break through; she should focus on the breakthrough. I will teach Cang Wu.”

Lan Shan Jun looked up in astonishment. Huh? Why was this different from the original plot?

Turning her gaze, Lan Shan Jun noticed that the expression on Xie Qing Shuang’s face, one of the Heroines, also seemed slightly off. She was probably also surprised that Dong Jun would personally teach, considering she had essentially raised her first disciple, Lan Shan Jun, hands-off.

Putting aside the Heroine’s expression, Lan Shan Jun frantically called out to the Book Spirit.

“Book Spirit! Book Spirit! Book Spirit! Book Spirit! Book Spirit—!!!”

After she finished shouting—

Book Spirit: “Why is the plot development different?”

“Right, why? This section wasn’t in the original book, was it?” Lan Shan Jun remembered that in the original book, Cang Wu was also raised loosely by Dong Jun; more accurately, she was directly handed over to the original body’s Senior Sister. Thus, Lan Shan Jun actually didn’t need to do anything to gain the opportunity to teach Cang Wu, but now Dong Jun wanted to teach personally.

Book Spirit: “Do you know about the Butterfly Effect? Even the slightest detail can lead to a difference in the outcome. This plot deviation might also be…”

Dong Jun: “Cang Wu is not the only one, Lan Shan. From today onward, you must also move into Cloud-Treading Residence. I have been too permissive with you in your daily studies, leading you to become increasingly bold and reckless.”

Book Spirit sighed: “This is the Butterfly Effect.” Because Lan Shan Jun nearly self-destructed in the Secret Realm, Dong Jun changed the way she educated her disciples, switching from hands-off raising to close supervision.

Lan Shan Jun: “……”

“It’s fine, we’re all in Cloud-Treading Residence. Dong Jun can teach her cultivation; I can teach her character and morality,” Lan Shan Jun comforted herself. “It’s all the same.”

Having Cang Wu stay in Cloud-Treading Residence would also prevent her from meeting Xie Qing Shuang. Minimizing contact between the Protagonist and the Villain early on would prevent future episodes of love-turned-hatred, and the Protagonist would naturally have a perfect ending. Perfect!

Lan Shan Jun bowed to Dong Jun. “I will obey whatever Master says.”

Dong Jun nodded, her eyes flickering toward the distracted Xie Qing Shuang. “Senior Disciple Xie seems uneasy?”

Xie Qing Shuang had always been dignified and polite; this was the first time she had lost her composure in front of an elder. As Xie Qing Shuang raised her hand to bow and apologize, Lan Shan Jun’s gaze fell upon the sword in her hand.

“Senior Sister Xie’s sword isn’t the Night Begonia,” Lan Shan Jun wondered aloud. “Then what was she doing in the Secret Realm?” Not hearing a reply, Lan Shan Jun added another sentence, “Book Spirit, come out! Stop pretending to be dead!”

Book Spirit guiltily explained: “I was only guessing at the time. The original novel’s perspective began with Ming Yu. Before the plot point of ‘Mirror Flower Water Moon Hides Spring’ began, Xie Qing Shuang had already obtained the Night Begonia. All her experiences now are being self-completed by this world.”

Lan Shan Jun took a deep breath, feeling a little dizzy. “So, you are just the Book Spirit for the original novel, and you don’t know any plot points not mentioned in the original? Even a book with terrible plot and a shitty ending can have a Book Spirit?” This world was truly strange that any book could have someone transmigrate into it. “Then what use are you to me?”

“How can you be so ungrateful!” The Book Spirit, angered by being called useless, retorted, “The Wind Command Golden Finger was given by me!”

Lan Shan Jun was speechless.

In the few exchanges between her and the Book Spirit, Xie Qing Shuang had already taken her leave and descended the mountain. Dong Jun ordered Lan Shan Jun to quickly pack her things, stating she must return to Cloud-Treading Residence before dark.

Lan Shan Jun sighed and was about to descend when she noticed a little child still clinging to her leg. The big one and the small one made eye contact. Cang Wu’s cheeks showed dimples. “Senior Sister~”

Lan Shan Jun’s heart instantly softened. She placed her palm on Cang Wu’s face and gently rubbed it for a while, satisfied.

“Alright, Senior Sister has to go down the mountain now.” Lan Shan Jun gently pulled her sleeve free from Cang Wu’s hand and then gently pushed the child’s back, motioning for her to return to Dong Jun’s side.

After Lan Shan Jun rode her crane away, Dong Jun asked the person who barely reached her waist with great interest, “When I asked your name just now, why did you say you had none?”

The child-like demeanor from before vanished completely. Cang Wu was unwilling to even look up at Dong Jun.

“I truly had none before. But the moment I saw her, I suddenly heard someone whisper ‘Cang Wu’ in my ear. The voice was pleasant, so I decided to be called Cang Wu.”

Dong Jun asked no further questions, placing one hand behind her back.

Cang Wu, however, frowned. “I did not intend to take you as my Master.”

Dong Jun said softly, “But you already called Lan Shan Senior Sister.”

Cang Wu: “……”

The still-young Cang Wu didn’t know how to conceal her emotions well. She stomped her foot in childish anger and said dryly, “I want to go down the mountain.”

Dong Jun let out a slight yawn. A wisp of smoke dissipated, and she vanished. A sleepy, gentle voice carried on the wind to Cang Wu’s ear—

“As you wish.”

Descending the mountain, Lan Shan Jun didn’t rush to pack her belongings. Cloud-Treading Residence already had her room; Dong Jun letting her down probably intended to give her a last look at Yanggu, as who knew how many years it would be before she could come down again after this trip to Cloud-Treading Residence.

Lan Shan Jun wandered over to the entrance of the Treasure Storage Hall.

“Lan Shan?”

Yue Fei He, who was in charge of guarding the Treasure Storage Hall, looked surprised to see Lan Shan Jun. After all, everyone in Yanggu knew that Lan Shan Jun couldn’t lift anything heavy and was pitifully weak. When others practiced the sword or staff, she was playing with water and wind nearby. The Treasure Storage Hall contained all of Yanggu’s high-grade weapons, each forged from profound iron and earthly fire and therefore very heavy.

Lan Shan Jun gave Yue Fei He a gentle smile. “Senior Sister Yue.”

Yue Fei He raised an eyebrow. “What are you here for?”

Lan Shan Jun leaned closer and linked her arm with Yue Fei He’s arm to build rapport. “Senior Sister Yue, are there any swords in the Treasure Storage Hall that are gentle and light?”

The Valley Master and Dong Jun were tolerant of Yanggu’s disciples. If one took a liking to an item in the Treasure Storage Hall, one only needed to tell Yue Fei He. Thus, Yue Fei He wasn’t surprised by who came, only that it was Lan Shan Jun.

Hearing Lan Shan Jun’s request, Yue Fei He was even more surprised. “You want to use it?”

Lan Shan Jun looked resistant. “What are you thinking? I’m here to look for my Junior Sister.”

“Junior Sister?” Yue Fei He began opening the door to the Treasure Storage Hall while curiously asking, “Which Junior Sister? Little Yu or Ning Ning?”

“Neither. This time it’s my dear Junior Sister, from the same Master.” Lan Shan Jun stepped into the Treasure Storage Hall, immediately dazzled by the gold and brilliance inside. She hadn’t been here before and didn’t realize there were so many good things. Even though Lan Shan Jun couldn’t use them, she couldn’t help but covet them. High-grade magical artifacts outside would cost at least one hundred thousand spirit stones, yet here in the Treasure Storage Hall, they were casually tossed on the floor like rotten cabbage. Those worthy of being displayed were rare, unparalleled treasures.

Lan Shan Jun repeatedly gasped, “Wow.” Yue Fei He chuckled. “Regret it now? If you had endured and practiced back then, you would have a share of these, too.”

“I couldn’t endure it. I am the ‘Eldest Miss of Yanggu,’ and my body is delicate. What if I exhausted myself?” Lan Shan Jun joked. “Eldest Miss of Yanggu” was a nickname given by someone, carrying a hint of mockery and disdain.

Yue Fei He smiled helplessly and led her toward the Sword Pavilion.

“If she’s not very old, the ones over here are more suitable for your dear Junior Sister,” Yue Fei He said with a teasing tone.

Lan Shan Jun’s side-glance caught a sword completely surrounded by runes. The sword body was long and sharp, and a drop of un-dried blood still hung on its tip.

Seeing her gaze, Yue Fei He spoke of the sword’s origin. “This was obtained by Dong Jun from inside a Sea Demon’s belly. The wielder of this sword was eaten by the Sea Demon, leaving only a skeleton. This sword spontaneously gained intelligence, witnessed its master’s tragic death, and was tainted with demonic energy. Dong Jun sealed it and forbade the disciples of Yanggu from using it.”

Lan Shan Jun murmured, “Yue Cang Qiong.”

Her voice was too light. Yue Fei He didn’t hear clearly. “What?”

Lan Shan Jun smiled and shook her head. “It’s nothing, Senior Sister Yue. Let’s look at others.”

Yue Cang Qiong—the sword carried by Cang Wu in the original novel. It was bloodthirsty and sinister, with countless souls slain by its blade. Such a fierce sword could not be controlled by a cultivator with an unstable mind.

As the two turned their backs and walked away, Yue Cang Qiong suddenly let out a sharp sword cry, causing the adjacent swords to tremble as well.

Yue Fei He turned around to look, puzzled. “What was that?”

Lan Shan Jun pulled Yue Fei He back and pointed to a very delicate and beautiful sword before her. “Forget about that one for a moment. What about this one?”

Yue Fei He glanced at it. “This one… ah…”

Yue Cang Qiong was completely ignored. After looking around, Lan Shan Jun chose the gentlest sword—Crane’s Bite (He Wen). Crane’s Bite was very light, suitable for a young sword cultivator.

After choosing, Lan Shan Jun prepared to leave but was called back by Yue Fei He. Yue Fei He took out a white jade brocade box from a nearby shelf. Seeing this, Lan Shan Jun let out a sheepish “Oh dear,” and her hand already reached out.

“Senior Sister Yue is so polite! You’re even giving me a gift for my visit.”

Yue Fei He was almost amused to exasperation by this person’s thick skin and pushed her out of the Treasure Storage Hall, relocking the door.

“This was left by Dong Jun a few days ago. She said to give it to you if you ever came by. I thought I’d never wait to see you here.”

“Master? Why not give it to me directly, but hide it here?”

Lan Shan Jun curiously opened the brocade box. Inside lay a cold, gleaming chain blade. The chain was finely carved from pure silver, with thin, curved crescent blades at both ends. Yue Fei He, having dealt with these weapons for over a hundred years, could tell at a glance that the chain blade had been forged recently and was of excellent quality, no less than a high-grade artifact.

“Dong Jun truly dotes on you.”

Lan Shan Jun held the chain blade, looking toward Cloud-Treading Residence with tears in her eyes. “Master, I promise to be filial to you from now on.”

Yue Fei He smiled. “As long as you don’t cause trouble, that’s being filial to the Elder. I heard you went out with Senior Sister Xie and were locked in the Hall of Contemplation by Dong Jun before you even returned. What happened?”

Lan Shan Jun looked pale, glossed over the topic in a few sentences, stopped the conversation, and bid farewell to Yue Fei He before heading back.

On the way back, Lan Shan Jun grew angrier the more she thought about it. She randomly picked up a wooden stick by the roadside, treated it as that Snake Woman, and vented her frustration by whittling away at it with the chain blade, leaving wood shavings all the way. Once the stick was sharpened to a point, Lan Shan Jun waved her hand and drove it into a nearby tree trunk. The tree, as thick as three people hugging it, shook twice and dropped dead leaves.

Having vented her anger, Lan Shan Jun began playing with the chain blade, walking forward with large strides.

After she left, a person slowly walked out from behind the tree that had been struck by the wooden stick. His sun-cloud-patterned robe was clean and tidy, and a single character could be faintly seen on the inner side of his sleeve—Xie.