Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 49

“Cang Wu, help me up.”

Lanshan Jun’s  voice was extremely soft, like a fallen feather drifting down, landing perfectly in Cang Wu’s palm. Hearing her Senior Sister’s voice, Cang Wu gently tightened her hold on her shoulder, helping her stand straight.

Lanshan Jun thanked her quietly, then raised her hand. The colorful ribbons that had previously refused to be approached now wrapped around her arm.

Lingguang, who had been refused earlier: “Huh?”

The shifting light and shadow caused the surrounding ribbons forming the Aurora to gather together, slowly revealing a human figure. The figure was a lively and joyful youth, with curiosity and expectation in eyes that looked upon everyone present. Her lips curved upward, revealing two sharp canine teeth.

“My name is Qiushui. Yours?”

Qiushui… In the memory Chang Feng  had extracted just now, Lanshan Jun had seen the Qiushui who spoke to her that night. Back then, Qiushui was lonely and sad; even her voice sounded like a muffled resonance from deep within a wilderness spring.

“Is she talking to us?” Xiao Jiu  asked uncertainly.

“No.” Song Qingcheng pulled Lingguang to one side, and Qiushui’s gaze finally landed on the right person. On the other side stood the gentle-looking and polite Chang Feng, who raised her hand in a bow to Qiushui: “Chang Feng.”

Qiushui saw this and politely returned a bow, mimicking her movement. Their eyes met, and time seemed to freeze.

Xiao Jiu found it novel and waved enthusiastically at the two figures in front of them. Finally confirming: “They can’t see us, huh.”

Ming Yu, using Xie Qingshuang’s  cover, rolled her eyes. The White Tiger lineage was done for.

Lingguang pondered: “This should be the memory residue left by the two of them.” Song Qingcheng nodded: “To cherish the past in this manner, only the one who is still alive can do it.” Qiushui was already gone; this memory space was left behind by Chang Feng.

Lingguang raised her hand, feigning wiping away tears, and wailed twice: “Looking back at every detail of the past through memory… what a deeply loving pair.”

When Lanshan Jun heard this, she murmured: “Do they truly love each other?” If they loved each other, why did the Qiushui in Baima City give her such a feeling of deep sadness and utter despair, as if her heart was completely broken? And the words Qiushui spoke to her in the wind upon her entry here, as well as the guilt and atonement in Chang Feng’s later madness—these were not proofs of love, but rather scars left after suffering emotional heartbreak.

“What is love?” Cang Wu asked, confused.

Lanshan Jun couldn’t answer that question immediately either. She instinctively looked toward the two heroines of the original book. They will love each other in the future.

“Oh, your Junior Sister Lanshan is looking at you,” Ming Yu leaned close to Xie Qingshuang and spoke sarcastically. “What is that look in her eyes? Could it be that she has feelings for you?”

Xie Qingshuang squeezed her wrist forcefully—a small punishment for her loose talk. Then, her gaze met Lanshan Jun’s, who had suddenly looked over. Xie Qingshuang transmitted a message to her: “Are you alright?” As a Senior Sister, concern was expected.

Lanshan Jun smiled slightly and shook her head in response. This silent conversation sparked a trace of anger in Cang Wu’s heart, and sparks quickly spread throughout her emotions like a prairie fire. Why is Senior Sister looking at her? Why is Senior Sister smiling at her? Why is she shaking her head at her? Are they secretly transmitting messages? Why are they whispering? If they can transmit messages, then Xie Qingshuang must have spoken first.

Xie Qingshuang! Cang Wu’s overwhelming anger found its target. Her gaze, almost substantial, seemed to wish to cleave that person in two.

Xie Qingshuang looked up at her, feeling somewhat perplexed, but this provocative stare also stirred up the suppressed emotions within her own heart.

Cang Wu.

Their gazes collided, but the sparks only lasted for a moment. The memory space began to change. The static Qiushui and Chang Feng also moved, walking toward each other.

They began to see everything the two had experienced.

When they first met, Qiushui was naive and innocent. Chang Feng had cultivated for a hundred years to become an Immortal on the Path of Ruthlessness. This journey through the Four Seas was intended to eradicate the last vestiges of personal desire. After witnessing all the joys, sorrows, love, and hate of all living beings, if she could still maintain her Dao Heart and not develop private feelings for any person or matter, Chang Feng could fully ascend to the Immortal Platform to receive her Immortal rank under the guidance of the Heavenly Dao.

“Then can you take me with you? I also want to see this world,” Qiushui grabbed Chang Feng and begged her to take her along.

Chang Feng assumed she was a disciple from some Immortal Sect just entering the world, with pitifully low cultivation, so she nodded and took her along—it was merely one more person traveling with her.

Traveling together, whenever danger arose, Qiushui would immediately clutch Chang Feng’s arm and shout, “Sister, save me!” After escaping peril, she would praise Chang Feng with sparkling eyes. Several times, Chang Feng had not seen Qiushui use any spiritual power. Even when danger struck, she would only think of running, using her legs to run, with no thought of activating her spiritual power.

Chang Feng pondered for many days. After protecting Qiushui once more, she asked her this question: “Why don’t you use spiritual power?”

“Spiritual power?” Qiushui looked quite confused. “Do I have that? How do I use it?”

Chang Feng: “…”

Seeing Chang Feng’s indescribable expression, Qiushui laughed heartily, patting her shoulder, “It doesn’t matter if I know how to use this thing or not. Maybe one day I’ll go back.”

Chang Feng frowned: “Go back? To your Immortal Sect?”

Qiushui thought for a moment, her smile bright: “Go home!”

Chang Feng softly repeated the two words. In her memory, people often spoke of the Immortal Sect, but Qiushui’s use of ‘go home’ gave her a different feeling—one of familiarity and warmth. With a bit of curiosity and doubt, Chang Feng asked her: “Can you tell me about your home?”

Qiushui’s eyes were clear, and upon hearing this, she nodded quickly: “Okay, okay!”

“My home is very big, with many people. The large family is made up of thousands of small families. There is no spiritual power there, no spiritual roots; it is peaceful and stable…”

Chang Feng couldn’t fully imagine it and was somewhat stunned listening: “No spiritual power, then how does one cultivate?”

Qiushui burst out laughing. Leaning on her chin, she looked at Chang Feng, inexplicably finding this young High Immortal rather cute. “Why must one cultivate?”

Chang Feng lowered her eyelashes in thought. Why? She didn’t know why. Since childhood, she had walked this path to Immortality. Everyone around her was moving forward; no one had told her why she had to walk this path. After a long pause, Chang Feng managed to squeeze out a reason: “To become an Immortal.”

“To become an Immortal, huh.” Qiushui hummed. “Indeed, many people wish to become Immortals. But here, perhaps you truly can. Back where we are from, we can only watch novels and TV shows.”

“Novels? TV shows?” Chang Feng shook her head, truly not understanding.

Qiushui explained it in terms Chang Feng could comprehend. Chang Feng grasped the general idea but was still puzzled: “But the things in novels and on TV are fake. Why watch fake things?”

“It’s just a form of entertainment,” Qiushui tilted her head, leaning on Chang Feng’s shoulder. “There are no Immortals where we are from, so we can only watch fake ones.”

Chang Feng thought for a moment, bestowed some of her Immortal power onto Qiushui, and looked at her seriously: “Although I have not yet ascended the Immortal Platform to receive my rank, I am considered a High Immortal now. You don’t need to watch the fake ones anymore.”

Qiushui smiled and hugged her: “Sister Chang Feng, you are so kind. Are you really cultivating the Path of Ruthlessness?”

Chang Feng nodded firmly: “Of course.” My Dao Heart is very steady.

Qiushui thought of the cultivation novels she had read before and laughed so hard she almost fell into Chang Feng’s arms. Didn’t they say the Path of Ruthlessness meant no emotion and no love? How can this Path of Ruthlessness be so cute and simple?

Two years passed in a flash. Qiushui and Chang Feng’s relationship grew increasingly intimate. Sharing food and lodging was nothing special by then. Qiushui would incessantly share stories about her home with Chang Feng, from eating and drinking to having fun, and then to wanting Chang Feng to experience it too. However, every time this topic arose, Qiushui’s mood would plummet. She knew clearly that she couldn’t take Chang Feng away.

During her time accompanying Qiushui, Chang Feng gradually forgot her purpose and initial intention for traveling. Until one day, they encountered a Flood Dragon Demon causing trouble, and she discovered her Immortal power was diminishing. During the fight, her abdomen was scratched by the demon’s claw, and the wound healed slowly.

Xue Fuyou (雪浮游) in her youth appeared and took both Chang Feng and Qiushui back to the Azure Cloud Academy. Qiushui and Xue Fuyou became fast friends, and soon called each other sisters.

Chang Feng’s injury was not fatal, but Dean Xuan had already perceived her most critical problem at that moment.

Dean Xuan: “Chang Feng, you achieved Immortality via the Path of Ruthlessness, destined to prioritize all living beings. You can have affection, but not affection solely for one person.”

Was this the reason her Immortal power was receding? Chang Feng’s gaze fell on Qiushui playing with Xue Fuyou outside. That bright and moving smile made her lips curve upward involuntarily. At one moment, Qiushui looked toward her, and their gazes locked. Recalling Dean Xuan’s words, Chang Feng’s smile slowly faded. Qiushui didn’t notice this. She made a heart shape with her hands toward Chang Feng and blew a kiss across the air.

The Immortal power vanished even faster. Dean Xuan said her Dao Heart was unstable; she needed to ascend the Immortal Platform soon, or centuries of cultivation would be ruined. Chang Feng chose to guard the Kunlun Ruins. She didn’t tell Qiushui, only secretly glanced at her before leaving and instructing Xue Fuyou to take good care of her. The Kunlun Ruins is empty and silent; it should help calm her heart.

Chang Feng stepped onto the Kunlun Ruins alone.

“Hey, why can’t I see clearly anymore?” Xiao Jiu’s voice pulled the minds of the others back from Chang Feng and Qiushui’s story.

In fact, before Xiao Jiu spoke, they hadn’t noticed that all scenes related to the Kunlun Ruins in the memory before them were completely blurred.

“She loves her, and she loves her too,” Lingguang hugged Song Qingcheng’s arm tightly.

Cang Wu took the opportunity to ask her Senior Sister: “Is this what love is?”

Lanshan Jun nodded; these fragments of memory were undoubtedly proof of Chang Feng and Qiushui’s love.

Cang Wu asked again: “Are Cang Wu and Senior Sister like that too?”

Lanshan Jun: “…” Lingguang: “^-^” Song Qingcheng: “?” Xiao Jiu: “o.O???” Zhaochen (照塵) twitched her ears and turned her head.

Xie Qingshuang frowned, and Ming Yu watched the spectacle beside her. The gazes of several people almost pierced Lanshan Jun through. Lanshan Jun coughed lightly and awkwardly explained: “Childish talk, childish talk.” Then she glanced at Cang Wu, her eyes carrying a hint of reprimand—how could she say whatever comes to mind?

Cang Wu didn’t realize she had said something wrong; she stubbornly wanted an answer. Lanshan Jun quickly covered her mouth: “Shh—”

The interlude passed, and the memory continued. Although the appearance of the Kunlun Ruins was unclear, they could still sense the cold silence there, with Chang Feng being the only living being within it.

The Immortal power continued to recede, even faster and more violently than before. When Chang Feng meditated, she would hear Qiushui calling her name, the faint fragrance of Qiushui’s hair ribbon brush past her nose, the feeling of Qiushui leaning against her shoulder, and the sensation of Qiushui holding her fingers to play with them. When she opened her eyes, the expectation and joy in her eyes were shattered, leaving only disappointment.

“Are you looking for me?”

Chang Feng’s pupils trembled. She turned around in disbelief. Qiushui stood not far away, smiling at her. Qiushui stood with her hands behind her back, slowly walking in front of her, then reproachfully pointed at Chang Feng’s shoulder: “You left without saying goodbye.”

“I…” Chang Feng couldn’t speak.

But the next second, she reacted: this was the Kunlun Ruins; how could Qiushui, with her thin cultivation, possibly come here? Realizing this, the Qiushui before her dissipated like smoke. Chang Feng’s lowered hand moved slightly. It was just her illusion.

Under the constant longing day and night, Chang Feng finally couldn’t bear it and left the Kunlun Ruins. She returned to the Azure Cloud Academy and found Qiushui still in their original cloud residence. In the setting sun’s afterglow, Chang Feng silently approached the person sleeping amidst the clouds. Qiushui was already sound asleep. Chang Feng looked at her with gentle eyes; her empty heart was filled in this moment. She couldn’t help but bend down and lean closer. At the moment she was about to kiss her, she suddenly came back to her senses.

Just as she was about to stop there, an arm suddenly wrapped around the back of her neck and forcefully pressed her down. The fit was gentle and close. Chang Feng saw a pair of cunning eyes. A slight pain came to her lower lip; Chang Feng realized Qiushui was biting her. After a light, corrective nibble came a deep, unrestrained kiss until both were breathless and flushed. When they separated, Qiushui was full of tenderness, humming contentedly only after seeing that she had kissed Chang Feng’s lips red.

“I thought you would never come looking for me.”

Chang Feng stared fixedly at Qiushui.

“Come with me.”

Chang Feng brought Qiushui to the Kunlun Ruins—this was a moment of impulse for her. Legend had it that the Kunlun Ruins were the former site of some great Immortals. After the sea demons caused trouble, this place became a garrison, and some intact halls remained. Chang Feng settled Qiushui in and hesitated about whether to tell Dean Xuan about the matter.

Qiushui observed her new residence, her mind entirely focused on Chang Feng at this moment, feeling that the location didn’t matter.

“Chang Feng, are you staying here too?”

Chang Feng’s eyes shifted evasively, and she turned her back: “No, I have to guard the formation.”

A trace of disappointment flashed across Qiushui’s eyes, quickly vanishing without a trace. She smiled and said: “Then remember not to work too hard.”

Chang Feng nodded: “Good.”

Chang Feng left and never returned, while the hall where Qiushui resided was protected by a barrier. They met again a month later. Chang Feng came late at night. Qiushui was not asleep, but nursing grievances and anger, she did not move. Chang Feng came to the bedside, her gaze lingering reluctantly on Qiushui’s face. After a long while, she wanted to reach out and touch her but restrained the movement in the next instant.

Chang Feng left without saying a word. Qiushui immediately got up and chased after the figure about to disappear into a streak of light, shouting: “Chang Feng! I like you—!” At this moment, Qiushui completely forgot the month of waiting. She wanted to tell Chang Feng her feelings, wanted her to stay a little longer. Seeing Chang Feng truly stop, Qiushui shouted again and again—

“I like you—!” “I like you—!” “I like you—!” …

Chang Feng still left. Qiushui slid down slowly, leaning against the doorframe. She looked up at the moon in the sky, but that night, the moon was completely obscured by dark clouds. She didn’t know when Chang Feng would return, but every time Chang Feng came, Qiushui would tell her that she liked her.

At first, they met once a month, then once every six months, then once a year. Relying on that single intimate kiss, Qiushui loved Chang Feng for decades, telling Chang Feng she liked her hundreds of times, but never receiving a single response. Decades passed with the passing seasons, from expectation to doubt, from disappointment to final numbness, exhausting the affection Qiushui had held for the two years they traveled together. Even Qiushui herself couldn’t believe she could love someone for so long, so long that she almost forgot she wasn’t originally from this world.

When Chang Feng came again, Qiushui no longer said she liked her, and the smile was gone from her face. She said: “Chang Feng, I want to go home.”

Chang Feng’s pupils trembled. She looked up at Qiushui, ultimately unable to say the sentence Qiushui had longed to hear. Back at the Azure Cloud Academy, Dean Xuan had given Qiushui a transfer formation. As long as Qiushui wished, this formation could send her to any place in the Four Seas. After Chang Feng left, Qiushui activated the formation. She originally intended to use this formation to go to Chang Feng’s side, but in the end, it was to leave Chang Feng.

According to Qiushui’s expectation, Chang Feng should have discovered her disappearance about a year later, but only one day later, Qiushui found Chang Feng in a temporary inn. It was precisely on the day Chang Feng left the Kunlun Ruins that the sea demons infiltrated the Kunlun Ruins, destroying the great formation inside, causing the sea levels to rise, and the sea demons to surge in madly. The Eight Realms were precarious, like wooden boats on the sea. In the end, the Four Palace Masters at that time exhausted all their power to stabilize the situation.

Chang Feng trapped Qiushui in the Kunlun Ruins again.

“Why did you leave!? If I hadn’t today…” Chang Feng’s words cut off abruptly. Panic flashed in her eyes: “I… I didn’t mean to just now…”

Qiushui’s smile turned tragic as she finished the words Chang Feng couldn’t say: “If you hadn’t left the Kunlun Ruins today, if you hadn’t come looking for me, none of this would have happened. You blame me.”

“I didn’t! Qiushui, I misspoke.” Chang Feng tried to reach out and pull Qiushui, but Qiushui dodged. Qiushui’s eyes filled with tears. She looked at Chang Feng as if looking at a stranger: “Chang Feng, this is not you anymore.”

“Selfish and weak, deceiving yourself and others—this is not High Immortal Chang Feng.”

“Perhaps you do like me,” Qiushui wept uncontrollably, seemingly needing to vent all the grievances and sorrow of those years. “But you dare not. You dare not love me, and even speaking the words feels like it costs you your life.”

Chang Feng’s eyes reddened: “I am sorry.” There was no perfect solution in this world, but she couldn’t let go of her Immortal Dao yet couldn’t bear to let go of Qiushui.

“Chang Feng, I loved you, and I don’t regret it, but I won’t love you forever.”

The scenes in the memory began to become distant and blurred.

“Qiushui!”

The memory shattered completely with Chang Feng’s heart-wrenching cry.

The others, deeply immersed in the two people’s memories, were jolted back to reality. The air was silent for a long time before a voice broke the quiet: “What happened to Qiushui…?” When the memory fragments shattered, they only heard Chang Feng’s voice and didn’t see the specific scene. Chang Feng’s cry was filled with regret and despair; no one knew what happened to Qiushui in the end.

Lanshan Jun took a deep breath and softly said: “She went home.”

The Qiushui she saw in Baima City was the Qiushui who had once loved High Immortal Chang Feng but was left heartbroken. She had already gone home.