Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 44

“If you feel your eyes are surplus to requirements, I can be benevolent and help you remove them,” Cang Wu asked the person under her foot with a cold sneer, using a tone that suggested negotiation: “How about it?”

Mu Liu could only breathe laboriously under her foot; her face had turned purplish-red. She raised her chin, maintaining a defiant expression, and managed to speak with a faint, airy voice, “This is the Azure Cloud Academy. Upon entering, we are considered fellow disciples. The very first rule of the academy is the prohibition of private fighting.”

“Private fighting? Fighting?” Cang Wu repeated the word twice as if she had heard a joke, “That requires a back-and-forth exchange to be called a fight. What you are doing counts as fighting?”

Mu Liu almost rolled her eyes at being dismissed so easily.

“Furthermore, what is the point of a mere academy rule?” Cang Wu showed utter disregard.

Mu Liu angrily retorted, “Then kill me!”

The tip of the foot pressing on her neck suddenly became heavier, and Mu Liu heard the sound of bone cracking. Her eyes widened suddenly, surprised that Cang Wu had actually done it. The panic and fear that surfaced in her eyes brought Cang Wu a wave of pleasure.

But a scare wasn’t enough. Cang Wu lifted her foot and used a spell to seal Mu Liu’s mouth, then rolled up her sleeve.

Mu Fu’an, immobilized outside the door, vaguely heard a few snippets of conversation, followed by the dull thuds of fists hitting a body, heavy and resounding, one after another. This sound lasted for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Mu Fu’an saw the door open, and Cang Wu walked out, completely satisfied. She glanced at Mu Fu’an and left behind a flat statement in a plain voice:

“Do not tell my Senior Sister.”

Not long after Cang Wu left, Mu Fu’an suddenly felt she could move. She immediately stood up and peered into the room. The room was scattered with broken clouds, and all the items—tables, chairs, candlestick—were smashed apart. Mu Liu lay on the ground, constantly wailing, her arms and legs twisted into extremely unnatural positions; they had been broken.

Mu Fu’an watched for a while, then slowly withdrew her head and backed away. She could go in and help Mu Liu reset her limbs, but it would undoubtedly result in a round of humiliation and verbal abuse; it was better to pretend she couldn’t move and stay outside. Leaning against the wall of the cloud residence, Mu Fu’an watched the distant cloud residences drift slowly, their colors dazzling and beautiful in the sunset. As she watched, Mu Fu’an propped her chin with her hand and began to smile, completely ignoring the cries of pain echoing in her ears.

Today is a good day.

Cang Wu’s figure rapidly traversed the clouds, rushing toward a cloud platform above which several mechanical birds were flying. Lingguang had specifically asked Elder Xue to build a small platform for her when selecting the cloud residence, and now several people, including Xiao Jiu and Mo Haisheng, were gathered on the platform, chatting and laughing.

There was an empty spot next to Lord Lanshan, seemingly reserved for someone specific. Cang Wu, full of joy, hurried onto the cloud platform toward her Senior Sister.

“Cang Wu is here,” Lord Lanshan said upon seeing Cang Wu, patting the space beside her. “Come here.”

Cang Wu trotted over and immediately grasped her Senior Sister’s hand. Lord Lanshan’s eyelid twitched, but she did not immediately pull her hand away in front of so many people. Looking at the clear happiness on Cang Wu’s face, she couldn’t help but ask, “What did Dean Xuan want with you? You seem so happy?”

Before Cang Wu could figure out how to answer, Lord Lanshan’s tone suddenly shifted to surprise, “What is wrong with your hand?”

Lord Lanshan lifted Cang Wu’s hand and saw that the joint areas were currently flushed red.

“When I was coming over just now, someone suddenly bumped into my hand. It’s nothing, Senior Sister, it doesn’t hurt,” Cang Wu said, reaching up to rub her finger joints as if to prove her words.

Lord Lanshan frowned slightly and said quietly, “That person was too careless.” Walking improperly and colliding with someone’s hand.

Mo Haisheng glanced at Cang Wu’s hand, a look of understanding flashing in his eyes, though he didn’t expose the explanation full of holes. Xiao Jiu, on the side, leaned over with a serious expression to look, confused, “That doesn’t look like a bump; it looks more like the mark left from punching someone.”

Cang Wu: “…”

At her comment, Lord Lanshan looked at Cang Wu’s hand again, then looked up at Cang Wu. Cang Wu gently shook her head. Lord Lanshan didn’t ask further, gently rubbing the red marks with her fingertips.

As if trying to change the subject, Cang Wu proactively asked, “Where is Lingguang?”

Xiao Jiu sighed, “She and Song Qingcheng have been inside for half the day; who knows what they are doing.” Her words were ambiguous, naturally leading to some speculation.

Lord Lanshan silently took a sip [of tea/calmness], and before she could fully process it, Lingguang’s voice arrived before she did.

“What else could we be doing? Of course, we were asking the Young Master of Floating Jade Island—the most talented young genius Array Cultivator in the Four Seas and Eight Realms—to inscribe several formation arrays for me.” Lingguang emerged, leaning on Song Qingcheng’s shoulder, lavishing so much praise that Song Qingcheng’s chin was lifted higher than usual.

Xiao Jiu, having just returned from being scolded by Elder Xue, didn’t know what Lingguang was up to, but her eyes lit up when she heard this, “Lingguang, are you forging another weapon?”

“Just the final step left.” Lingguang mysteriously placed her hands behind her back and smiled at Lord Lanshan, “Lanshan, come quickly! Whether my artifact refining level can break through to the next stage depends on this!”

“I’ve put all my worldly possessions into this.”

Lord Lanshan walked over, and Lingguang handed her an umbrella she had hidden behind her back. Lord Lanshan was stunned by its beauty at first sight. The seemingly heavy Black Iron artifact felt as light as a feather the moment it entered her grasp.

“Open it and see,” Lingguang said, equally eager.

Lord Lanshan slowly gripped the umbrella handle, and the canopy opened according to her will. Instantly, the Three-Hearted Pure Lotus and the sun-cloud patterns unique to Yanggu appeared before her eyes. Silver light flowed and circulated over the canopy, with formation arrays subtly hidden within working in conjunction.

“This is…” Surprise flashed in Lord Lanshan’s eyes as her fingertips stroked a thin chain-blade coiled around the umbrella handle and wrapping around the canopy. Upon her touch, the chain-blade detached from the umbrella body and naturally wrapped around Lord Lanshan’s wrist, while the umbrella canopy, having lost its handle, slowly transformed into the shape of the Three-Hearted Pure Lotus.

Lingguang explained from the side, “Your chain-blade was destroyed in the Vermillion Bird Hall, so I made another one for you.”

Xiao Jiu couldn’t help but reach out to touch it, exclaiming while touching it, “Lingguang, your artifact refining level can already create weapons like this. How about you modify my Boundless Staff too?”

Lingguang snorted proudly, “Depends on my mood.”

“In a short while, won’t Lingguang be able to forge Divine Artifacts?” Mo Haisheng’s eyes also showed astonishment. A genius, a true genius.

Lingguang raised a single finger and shook her head, “Not soon. Now.” She looked at Lord Lanshan, “Lanshan, are you willing to fulfill this for me?”

Zhaochen, standing nearby and unable to see, guessed the situation from the words of praise and said softly, “Lingguang, congratulations.” Zhaochen’s direct affirmation made Lingguang very happy. She opened her arms toward everyone, “You are all my friends. On the day I become a Sage Hand, I need your witnessing.”

An Artifact Cultivator capable of forging a Divine Artifact deserves to be called a Sage Hand. After saying this, she threw her head back and laughed heartily, only coughing twice and then murmuring quietly, “Don’t tell anyone if I fail.”

Xiao Jiu and Mo Haisheng were amused by her words and then also gave their affirmations. However, none of them were certain about this matter, as Lingguang was not yet a hundred years old, which was still considered young among cultivators, let alone being a Four-Tailed Vermillion Bird. If Lingguang truly succeeded in forging a Divine Artifact today, she would be the foremost Artifact Forger in the Four Seas and Eight Realms for hundreds of years.

Lord Lanshan reassembled the chain-blade and the lotus into the umbrella form and asked seriously, “What do I need to do?”

“To become a Divine Artifact, it not only requires excellent quality in the weapon itself but also spirit,” Lingguang explained. “Many weapons are not Divine Artifacts initially, but they develop a spirit while accompanying their owner and transform into Divine Artifacts. But if you want the weapon to be a Divine Artifact upon forging, you must Open its Spirit.”

“Lanshan, you must Open its Spirit.”

“After the Spirit is Opened, the Divine Artifact and its Artifact Master will share one mind and can transform the tangible into the intangible.”

After Lingguang finished speaking, she looked at Lord Lanshan.

Lord Lanshan asked, “Then how do I Open its Spirit?”

“The Divine Artifact itself possesses spiritual energy. The Artifact Master must first infuse it with spiritual power, combining it with the artifact’s spiritual energy. Once the Divine Artifact can accept the Artifact Master, the Master severs a wisp of their Divine Sense and enters the Divine Artifact,” Lingguang explained. “This is Opening the Spirit. If the Spirit Opening is successful, it must then undergo tempering by Heavenly Fire and Heavenly Thunder to truly become a Divine Artifact, just like a cultivator breaking through a realm and facing tribulation.”

Lord Lanshan understood, but she had one question.

“It won’t be striking me, right?” She was struck just two days ago.

“Of course not! It strikes the umbrella,” Lingguang pointed at the umbrella.

“Come, come, let’s begin.”

On the cloud platform, Song Qingcheng cast a barrier and used a formation array to conceal their movements. Then, the group surrounded Lord Lanshan in the center, watching her with anticipation and tension. Zhaochen was beside Lingguang, and Lingguang sighed as she looked toward Zhaochen, “What a shame you can’t see such an exciting scene.”

“Hey, I remember your Black Tortoise Hall has a spell, right? One that lets you see through another person’s eyes?”

Zhaochen nodded, “Yes.”

Lingguang quickly asked, “Then can you see through me to see what I see?”

“This spell requires the two people to have a shared heart and mind,” Zhaochen looked in Lingguang’s direction, tilting her body slightly, as if looking at the person on the other side of Lingguang. “Qingcheng doesn’t mind?”

Lingguang was silenced. Song Qingcheng tugged Lingguang’s arm and pulled her closer to her side. Zhaochen sat up straight and smiled faintly, pursing her lips.

“It’s starting, it’s starting,” Lingguang urged them nervously.

Lord Lanshan began infusing the umbrella with spiritual power. A gentle wind arose within the barrier, stirring everyone’s robes and hair, the force of the wind mild yet containing hidden sharpness. A glow of spiritual power moved upward from the umbrella handle. The two streams of spiritual power intertwined, separated, merged, separated, and merged again, finally blending into a single stream of power.

After completing this, a fine sweat had appeared on Lord Lanshan’s brow. She closed her eyes tightly, brought two fingers together, and drew a wisp of Divine Sense from her heart. As the Divine Sense separated, Lord Lanshan had two sensations: one was her own core self, and the other was the portion already infused into the weapon.

The Divine Sense entered the umbrella body; the newly merged spiritual power instantly rushed up, and Lord Lanshan slowly lost contact with that wisp of Divine Sense. She slowly opened her eyes and stood up to walk over and sit beside Cang Wu.

She could only do so much; the rest depended on the artifact itself. Several pairs of eyes were fixed on the umbrella in the center. Lingguang’s grip on Song Qingcheng’s hand gradually tightened.

The Three-Hearted Pure Lotus on the umbrella canopy bloomed even more brilliantly, and the chain-blade coiled around the handle slowly detached, flashing with silver light.

Spirit Opening was successful.

Lingguang took a deep breath and collapsed onto Song Qingcheng, her shoulders shaking—it was unclear if she was crying from excessive joy or excitement.

Only the final tempering by Heavenly Fire and Heavenly Thunder remained before it became a Divine Artifact. The Azure Cloud Academy was already in the sky, so when the tribulation clouds gathered, it seemed they were directly overhead, within arm’s reach.

“It’s coming,” Lord Lanshan stared at the familiar lightning above, her fingers twitching slightly. She was a bit afraid of being struck; thankfully, it won’t be striking her this time.

But just as she prepared to watch the Divine Artifact undergo tribulation, the chain-blade and the lotus-shaped canopy suddenly flew toward her.

Lord Lanshan: “?” What are they doing?

The others were also watching in confusion.

Lingguang: “Eh?”

Just as the chain-blade and the lotus were about to reach Lord Lanshan’s hand, a barrier suddenly rose before her eyes.

“Go back.”

A cold, sharp reprimand sounded near her ear—a familiar voice, but with a tone she had never heard before. Lord Lanshan turned to look at Cang Wu, from her sharp, severe eyebrows to her tightly pressed thin lips, her heart suddenly seemed to skip a beat.

Cang Wu felt her Senior Sister’s gaze and slowly softened her sharp features, but the barrier before her remained. The chain-blade and the lotus were blocked and couldn’t pass, so they reformed into an umbrella with a pop, landing on the ground.

Lord Lanshan twitched the corner of her mouth, inexplicably seeing a sense of giving up in these two pieces. It was as if they were saying, Fine, then let me die.

The tribulation clouds pressed lower and lower, with purple lightning gathering strength. Everyone held their breath, the reflection of lightning flashing simultaneously in their eyes. A sky-thunder as thick as a wrist struck the umbrella head precisely, followed immediately by another strike hitting the handle.

“Two bolts of Heavenly Thunder?” Mo Haisheng looked confused. “Why two?”

Xiao Jiu speculated, “Perhaps Heaven’s Dao miscounted?”

Mo Haisheng stared at her with wide eyes. This is the Young Hall Master of the Four Directions; she even dares to question Heaven’s Dao.

After the two bolts of thunder descended, the tribulation clouds above the Azure Cloud Academy slowly dissipated. Just as they were about to vanish, a small bolt of Heavenly Thunder suddenly struck Xiao Jiu’s head. Two fluffy ears popped out atop Xiao Jiu’s head, startling her so much that she almost transformed completely. Clearly, her earlier comment had been heard by Heaven’s Dao.

Xiao Jiu covered her mouth with her two fluffy paws. Mo Haisheng felt awe and moved a little farther away from Xiao Jiu.

“Did it succeed?” Lingguang nervously dared not look, only reaching out to tug Song Qingcheng’s clothes to ask her.

Song Qingcheng’s gaze fell upon the center of Lord Lanshan’s brow and she said softly, “It should have succeeded.” After the two bolts of Heavenly Thunder, the umbrella transformed into two wisps of spiritual energy that drilled into Lord Lanshan’s brow. This was the tangible transforming into the intangible for a Divine Artifact.

“Lanshan, try to summon it out.”

Lord Lanshan nodded at the suggestion and attempted to sense the weapon. A coolness wrapped around her wrist, and a very fine chain-blade coiled around her fingers.

“Divine Artifact! Divine Artifact!” Lingguang was so excited she was on the verge of tears. Song Qingcheng’s face also showed a smile, and she reached out to embrace Lingguang, “I see it, Sage Hand.”

Forging a Divine Artifact before reaching a hundred years of age—this was Lingguang, who would surely become a highly sought-after figure among the numerous Immortal Sects and Families in the Four Seas and Eight Realms.

She only saw the chain-blade; Lord Lanshan tried to summon the lotus canopy but failed after several attempts.

“The canopy and the body were originally one. Lanshan, why don’t you check your Sea of Consciousness?” Lingguang suggested. “When not in use, the Divine Artifact waits silently in the Artifact Master’s Sea of Consciousness.”

Lord Lanshan nodded, calmed her mind, and let her Divine Sense enter her Sea of Consciousness. Since the last time she climbed the Three Thousand Steps, her Sea of Consciousness had changed. That book had completely vanished, and in its place was Lan Yan, imprisoned in a cage, while Yanggu remained, standing upon the vast East Sea, facing the first ray of sunlight in this world.

Entering her Sea of Consciousness, Lord Lanshan keenly noticed something new. It was a closed lotus platform. The lotus petals were permeated with clear spiritual energy, faintly revealing a round object being enveloped and nurtured within. The lotus platform was located in her room in Yanggu, almost occupying the entire space.

Lord Lanshan stood at the doorway, gazing at the lotus platform, her lips pressed together silently.

She saw what was inside the lotus platform.

An egg.

A golden, glittering egg.