Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 46

“Senior Sister, I can lay eggs too,” Cang Wu’s  voice was clear as usual, steady and sober.

After the shock, Lanshan Jun found it amusing, because Cang Wu’s insistence sounded like a child desperately trying to prove herself, seeking more attention and care. She dipped her finger into some cool ointment and carefully applied it to the red marks on Cang Wu’s face: “Let’s apply the medicine first.”

Cang Wu frowned and firmly repeated: “I really can lay eggs!”

Lanshan Jun quickly covered her mouth, nodding helplessly and indulging her: “Alright, alright, you can lay eggs, you can lay eggs.” Honestly, she says anything after drinking.

Cang Wu could certainly detect the perfunctory disbelief in her Senior Sister’s words. On the back of her tense hand, a few overlapping Dragon Scales faintly shimmered, translucent and tinted pale cyan, signifying her youth among the Azure Dragon lineage. Torn between proving she was an Azure Dragon capable of laying eggs and revealing her identity—fearing her Senior Sister would become disgusted and distant—reason ultimately conquered the impulse brought on by the wine. She cannot let Senior Sister despise her.

After Lanshan Jun finished applying the medicine to Cang Wu, the bright red slap marks gradually faded. Only then did Lanshan Jun dare to gently touch her face.

“Next time, I can’t let you drink so much wine.” Disheveling someone’s clothes like that is unacceptable; her drinking habits are too poor.

As soon as the words fell, a streak of light cut across the distance and instantly appeared before them. Dean Xuan  was followed by Elder Xue.

Lanshan Jun’s eyes suddenly widened. Have they come to catch us?

On the Cloud Zenith now, only she and Cang Wu could still hold a coherent conversation; everyone else was completely drunk into a stupor. Lanshan Jun quickly helped Cang Wu stand up, and the two performed a respectful bow in a similar manner.

“To drink until you’re a puddle of mud this high up, aren’t you afraid of falling off?” Elder Xue shook her head helplessly, yet there was no sign of anger over the stolen wine.

“They are just a group of children. Moreover, that little Vermillion Bird forged a Divine Artifact today; it’s understandable they are happy,” Dean Xuan chuckled lightly. “Quickly feed them some sobering pills, or if they sleep for ten days or half a month, they might miss the itinerary.”

Elder Xue sighed, took a small bottle from her sleeve, and walked toward Lanshan Jun and the others. She poured two sobering pills into Lanshan Jun’s hand before going over to Lingguang and the others.

After swallowing one herself, Lanshan Jun automatically fed the other sobering pill to Cang Wu’s lips. Cang Wu obediently lowered her head and took it, her tongue, whether intentionally or not, licking her Senior Sister’s fingertips. Lanshan Jun sharply withdrew her hand, but Cang Wu’s innocent gaze made her suppress her overthinking. She probably didn’t mean it.

Elder Xue took Lingguang and the others back. Just as Lanshan Jun was hesitating whether to take Cang Wu and leave, Dean Xuan suddenly glanced at her. Lanshan Jun paused her steps and quietly asked: “Dean Xuan has something to say?”

Dean Xuan smiled at her and slowly walked onto the cloud platform, facing the Kunlun Ruins. The Immortal’s voice, carried by the cool night wind, reached Lanshan Jun’s ears, making her feel as if she were in another time and space.

“A thousand years ago, a cultivator named Chang Feng (長風) achieved Immortality via the Path of Ruthlessness—without love or affection. While traveling the Four Seas, by chance, he met a very lively and bright youth named Qiushui (秋水). Qiushui was free-spirited and casual, knowing many novel things. Just listening to Qiushui’s descriptions made Chang Feng’s heart yearn.”

“The two became the closest of friends, and even when Chang Feng ascended to guard the Kunlun Ruins under the mandate of Heaven, Qiushui was willing to go with him. Day by day, as they accompanied each other, the Immortal developed feelings but dared not speak them. Qiushui grew disappointed again and again, and finally left the Kunlun Ruins.”

“Afterward, Chang Feng defied the Heavenly Dao and left the Kunlun Ruins to search for Qiushui. That was the day the Kunlun Ruins were left unguarded, leading to a great calamity in the Eight Realms and the sacrifice of the Four Directions.”

Dean Xuan gazed into the Kunlun Ruins, then slightly turned her head toward Lanshan Jun: “Lanshan, do you think Chang Feng’s affection was right?”

Lanshan Jun pondered for a moment and replied: “Humans are born with feelings; how can one clearly distinguish right from wrong regarding affection?”

Dean Xuan sighed: “Indeed, how can one clearly distinguish right from wrong?”

Lanshan Jun looked at the white-haired Immortal before her, feeling a prickle of curiosity. She resisted for a moment, then asked: “This Immortal, is it not you, Dean?” Otherwise, why such deep emotion? Immortals aren’t common street cabbage.

Dean Xuan: “…”

The air fell silent for a long moment before the Dean finally spoke: “My true name is Xuan Min (玄憫).”

Lanshan Jun smiled: “Understood, Dean Xuan.”

“Why did Dean Xuan tell us this story?” Cang Wu asked. Dean Xuan is not the type to idle away time telling two juniors an old story from a thousand years ago; she must be giving us a hint. Immortal Chang Feng, cultivator Qiushui, Kunlun Ruins, Path of Ruthlessness—which one is the key point of her words?

Hearing Cang Wu’s question, Dean Xuan’s gaze returned to Lanshan Jun, her expression unreadable.

“Heaven’s will, perhaps.”

“Chang Feng has been drawing a prison in place for a thousand years; it is time for an answer.”

The obscure words left Lanshan Jun and Cang Wu completely bewildered. Dean Xuan turned around and waved her hand. Lanshan Jun and Cang Wu instantly appeared back in their cloud residence, Dean Xuan’s words still echoing in their ears: “Get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow, Elder Xue will take you somewhere.”

Before the two could react, the drunkenness overwhelmed them, and they collapsed straight down. Cang Wu was underneath, and before Lanshan Jun could fall onto her, the Dragon Scales manifested in self-defense. Lanshan Jun’s forehead struck the hard scales, and she let out a faint, pained groan in her dazed state. Cang Wu’s dragon scales retracted, and then she reached out, hugging the woman tighter, her legs and feet curling up like a tail.

Returning to the Cloud Zenith, Dean Xuan walked over to Elder Xue.

“Fuyou .”

Elder Xue gave Dean Xuan a slight bow, with confusion in her eyes: “Dean, is she truly capable? What you and Chang Feng failed to achieve…”

Dean Xuan gazed toward the Kunlun Ruins, once guarded by an Immortal: “She certainly cannot find Qiushui.”

Elder Xue pressed: “Then why…?”

Dean Xuan: “Chang Feng has never let go of the matter of Qiushui. She achieved Immortality via the Path of Ruthlessness; if she falls into Inner Demons because of affection, the Four Seas and Eight Realms will no longer tolerate her.”

Elder Xue was momentarily astonished: “Inner Demons!? Chang Feng has fallen into Inner Demons?!?”

“She is already over a thousand years old; why is she still so unstable?” Dean Xuan sighed helplessly. “She hasn’t fallen into Inner Demons yet, but it’s only a matter of time.”

Elder Xue lowered her eyes: “There are few friends left in the world. How can I not worry when Chang Feng has confined herself to that wretched place?”

“Dean Xuan, will Chang Feng be alright?”

Dean Xuan’s tone was level, without much fluctuation: “I only know that this child Lanshan will be the variable in this matter. As for the outcome, I cannot say.”

Elder Xue knew that Dean Xuan’s words were never wrong; if she was a variable, she was also a chance for life.

“This student understands.”

Elder Xue performed a bow, intending to leave, but Dean Xuan called out to stop her—

“Tomorrow, besides these few, also bring Xie Qingshuang (謝清霜) and Ming Yu (明郁).”

Elder Xue looked up: “Them? Why?”

A faint smile appeared on Dean Xuan’s lips: “To prevent some things from repeating themselves.”

Elder Xue asked no further questions. She left the Cloud Zenith and went to a secluded area within the Azure Cloud Academy to relay tomorrow’s plans to the people inside the residence.

“I trouble Elder Xue to inform them; we will be there tomorrow.” Xie Qingshuang’s voice came from inside the room. After delivering the message, Elder Xue turned to leave. It was permitted by Dean Xuan for Xie Qingshuang and Ming Yu to be together, so she didn’t ask more questions despite her confusion.

Inside the room, Xie Qingshuang had a blade held to her neck by Ming Yu. Ming Yu had only woken up in the last few days, her complexion pale and sickly, and she lacked strength, causing the tip of the blade to tremble.

“I didn’t say I wanted to go!” Ming Yu’s eyes were fierce. “Do you really think I won’t raise my hand and kill you?”

Xie Qingshuang looked at Ming Yu’s trembling hand, her gaze shifting slightly. Suddenly, she reached out, grasped Ming Yu’s wrist, and pushed the blade edge closer to her own throat. Ming Yu was startled and quickly withdrew the blade, angrily shouting: “Are you crazy!?”

Xie Qingshuang pursed her lips and looked at her, silently answering the question just posed.

(Do you really think I won’t raise my hand and kill you?)

(You won’t.)

Xie Qingshuang looked down carefully at the blade in her hand. The false appearance maintained by spiritual power could no longer conceal the sharpness of the original long blade; a scorching Vermillion Bird aura filled the entire cloud residence.

“Is this the Vermillion Bird Blade?” Xie Qingshuang’s voice was calm, but her heart was turbulent, waves of thought crashing against her rationality. These last few days at the Azure Cloud Academy, Xie Qingshuang had thought a lot, mostly about the events of her previous life. In her past life, she investigated the Vermillion Bird Blade and personally witnessed the thief who stole it committing countless atrocities and killing many cultivators with that very blade. At that time, although she and Ming Yu shared a kindred spirit, they never voiced it, and Xie Qingshuang never imagined Ming Yu would be implicated with the Vermillion Bird Blade. Complex thoughts pulled at Xie Qingshuang as she looked up at Ming Yu, filled with confusion and the lingering hatred from her past life that she hadn’t been able to sever. Under the Vermillion Bird Blade in the previous life, there were also many disciples from Yanggu.

Ming Yu saw the hatred in her eyes clearly. She froze for a moment, then her expression turned icy, as if she wasn’t afraid of Xie Qingshuang initiating a confrontation.

“So what if it is? Yes, I stole the Vermillion Bird Blade. Xie Qingshuang, are you going to capture me and claim credit at the Vermillion Bird Hall?” Ming Yu laughed out loud, then fiercely reached out and pulled Xie Qingshuang in front of her, looking closely into her eyes, trying to see what image she held of herself.

Xie Qingshuang’s eyes were clear, but the person reflected in them was sinister and mad.

Like a lunatic.

“Did you just try to kill me?” Ming Yu asked coldly. Ming Yu was most familiar with the killing intent in that glance; she had seen her own eyes in a mirror before. Whenever she recalled that night and those people, her eyes would be filled with hatred and killing intent. Right, the chief disciple of the Valley Master of Yanggu; how could she let me go after discovering I stole the Vermillion Bird Blade?

Xie Qingshuang took two deep breaths, decisively cast aside the past life, and directly reached out to embrace Ming Yu. She held her tightly, as if trying to fuse their very bones and blood together.

“Ming Yu, I will not kill you.”

“As long as you stay by my side, I won’t let you become like that.”

Ming Yu frowned: “What did you say?”

In the next instant, an invisible rope encircled both their wrists. Ming Yu violently pushed Xie Qingshuang away and slashed her blade at the rope connecting them. The blade grazed the rope, but the rope remained unharmed. She was holding the Vermillion Bird Blade; Ming Yu refused to believe it and hacked several more times, yet still couldn’t cut it.

“Xie Qingshuang! Untie this for me!”

Xie Qingshuang waved her hand, making the rope disappear, and said softly: “It can’t be untied; I asked Dean Xuan for it.”

Ming Yu gritted her teeth: “Then I’ll go find the Dean!”

She took two steps but was forced to stop by the constraint of the rope. She turned back furiously, tugged hard, but Xie Qingshuang stood unmoving, even curving her eyes at Ming Yu as if mocking her current weakness due to injury, unable to do anything to her.

Ming Yu raised her blade and pointed it at her: “Xie Qingshuang, just wait until I recover.”

“I will definitely kill you!”