Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 50

“Where is Qiushui’s home? I have never heard of any of the things she mentioned,” Xiao Jiu  said, raising her arm to nudge Zhaochen  beside her. “Have you heard of them?”

Zhaochen shook her head.

The memory shattered into snowflakes, reflecting every aspect of Qiushui’s appearance: happy, curious, angry, sad…

“Senior Sister, do you know Qiushui?” Cang Wu  keenly sensed Lanshan Jun’s  reaction after viewing these memories—the look of heartbreaking pity didn’t seem like one reserved for a stranger.

When she asked this question, Cang Wu didn’t question why the Qiushui from a thousand years ago would know her Senior Sister now. Judging by Chang Feng’s  final heartbroken cry and the soul banners she prepared for Qiushui, Qiushui must have already passed away by then.

Lanshan Jun was lost in thought. Qiushui went home—how did she go home? If Qiushui could return to her original world, could she return too?

The scene before her began to spin. Lanshan Jun vaguely felt she was standing on a giant book. She was so small, the size of a character on the page. The final character rested beneath her feet; only when she took the next step could the story within the book continue.

Fake. Everything is fake. This is the world within the book.

“Lanshan, if you experienced something like this, would you think that world was just an ungraspable dream?” Qiushui’s voice suddenly sounded beside her ear. Lanshan Jun looked up. At the end of another story sequence, Qiushui faced her with a smile of relief.

Soon, Lanshan Jun heard her own answer—a reply she had given Qiushui a long time ago.

“If this dream is too sorrowful and bitter, it’s better to forget it.” Forgetting means no more pain. But how could one so easily forget someone deeply loved? It was only now that Lanshan Jun understood why Qiushui’s final gaze towards her was so powerless.

“Why should you let her forget me!?”

Chang Feng’s furious voice forcefully dragged Lanshan Jun’s consciousness back. In the next instant, a fatal spiritual force locked around her neck and pulled hard. Chang Feng appeared suddenly; even Cang Wu, the closest to Lanshan Jun, was a step too slow.

Chang Feng now harbored killing intent. Her eyes were scarlet, all reason gone. The surrounding fragments of memory—all of Qiushui’s past—only intensified her agitation.

The moment a golden lotus bloomed on Lanshan Jun’s body, everyone felt an immense pressure. Chang Feng’s spiritual power was blocked. She looked at Lanshan Jun in disbelief.

“Why do you possess the Power of the Four Directions?”

Cang Wu stepped in front of her Senior Sister. Lingguang and the others also gathered, every face filled with cautious vigilance. Further away, Xie Qingshuang slowly pushed her Moon Slumber sword out one-third of the way.

Seeing how tense everyone was regarding Lanshan Jun, Ming Yu’s eyes showed indifference. She lowered her gaze to the partially drawn Night Begonia in Xie Qingshuang’s hand and murmured in transmission: “If a fight breaks out, don’t bring me up there to die. You really dare to attack a High Immortal?”

Xie Qingshuang’s expression didn’t change: “Chang Feng broke the Path of Ruthlessness; she no longer possesses the realm of a High Immortal. Fighting together, we might stand a chance.”

Ming Yu gritted her teeth: “Then untie the rope first. I won’t ask what you plan to die doing afterward.”

Xie Qingshuang glanced at her, a fleeting upward curve at the corner of her lips: “No.”

Ming Yu: “…”

“We are all descendants of old acquaintances. I have no intention of harming you; I only want her,” Chang Feng pointed at Lanshan Jun.

As the two sides stood in a stalemate, Elder Xue  rushed back, her robes bearing some bloodstains, but no life-threatening injuries. She blocked the juniors behind her, attempting to wake Chang Feng: “Chang Feng! This forbidden spell cannot bring Qiushui back; why are you still so obsessed!?”

“Why can’t I?” Chang Feng firmly believed it. She raised her hand, displaying the river of the Aurora formed by Qiushui’s memories: “These are all Qiushui’s memories. As long as I extract Lanshan Jun’s memories and replace all the memory fragments with Qiushui’s, Qiushui will return.”

“Yes, Qiushui will return.” Chang Feng repeatedly uttered this sentence, convinced that as long as Qiushui’s memories remained, she could return.

Elder Xue’s brow furrowed deeply, looking at her like a madwoman: “Will she still be Qiushui? Without Qiushui’s soul, she would only be an empty shell with memories!”

Chang Feng suddenly laughed, staring at Lanshan Jun with dark, gloomy eyes: “I can perform a Soul Cleansing. She possesses two souls. Just crush the original one and keep the one that met Qiushui, wouldn’t that work?”

The moment this was spoken, everyone felt a chill, and their scalps tingled. Soul Cleansing—erasing everything a person is to turn them into a puppet.

“Chang Feng!” Elder Xue chastised loudly.

Soul Cleansing and soul replacement were major taboos in the Four Seas; if the Heavenly Dao detected it, the consequence was the annihilation of the soul.

“Lanshan Jun! Lanshan Jun!!! Run! Run quickly!” Lan Yan  screamed in her Sea of Consciousness. The one Chang Feng intended to crush was none other than her. “She’s completely lost control! If we don’t run now, we’ll all die, Lanshan Jun!!!”

Run? Where to run? This entire area was created by Chang Feng. Unable to bear Lan Yan’s clamor, Lanshan Jun directly cut off contact with her Sea of Consciousness and looked directly at Chang Feng, speaking: “Soul Cleansing, and then forcibly implanting the memories of Qiushui being with you in this world—is this the Qiushui you want?”

“Do you truly like Qiushui?”

Chang Feng’s breathing became rapid, and her voice suddenly rose sharply: “Of course I like her! I love her!”

“But the Qiushui I know doesn’t love you anymore,” Lanshan Jun’s voice was no longer gentle, carrying thorns and sharpness as she faced Chang Feng. “Everything she experienced here with you caused her immense pain; she wants to forget you!”

“That’s not true!” Chang Feng raised her hands to cover her ears and shook her head frantically. She summoned her innate sword, and the sword qi followed her fluctuating state of mind, striking every part of the memory space, the sharp energy sweeping away every past smile.

Elder Xue opened a barrier to block the sword qi. Chang Feng didn’t notice the surrounding memory fragments slowly disappearing. Her expression contorted as she stared at Lanshan Jun: “She loves me; she said she loved me! Forty-three years! Every time I went to see her, she would say she liked me and loved me. It’s you! It’s you who told her to forget me!”

A ghostly figure suddenly leaped up, a nearly full-power strike that directly shattered the barrier. Elder Xue coughed up a mouthful of blood, and even the juniors she shielded behind her were affected and swept aside by the sword qi.

Seeing Chang Feng raise her sword toward Lanshan Jun, Elder Xue couldn’t check on Lingguang and the others. She waved her hand toward Xiao Jiu’s side. A golden light flashed on Xiao Jiu’s forehead, and a pearl-like object landed in Elder Xue’s hand. A phantom flashed, and a delicate, small silver bell hung between Elder Xue’s fingers.

The silver bell’s sound, carrying spiritual energy, spread throughout the memory space like ripples on water. Those injured by the sword qi instantly felt their Spirit Platforms clear, their souls seemingly washed clean by the purest spiritual energy. The murderous Chang Feng also paused momentarily due to the bell’s sound.

Elder Xue stood in front of Lanshan Jun, gathering spiritual power in her palm, and struck the silver bell again. The sword tip stopped just short of Elder Xue’s forehead. Elder Xue neither moved nor blinked, completely unafraid.

Lanshan Jun was terrified and stepped forward anxiously: “Elder Xue.”

The corner of Elder Xue’s lips turned upward: “Since Dean Xuan entrusted you to me, I naturally cannot bring you back with missing limbs. Although Chang Feng was a High Immortal, my strength is indeed inferior to hers, but her state of mind has plummeted, nearly leading her to Demonhood. This Soul-Guiding Bell is her greatest nemesis.”

“Chang Feng has imprisoned herself; she trapped herself. She is not the kind of person who is bloodthirsty and murderous.” Even now, Elder Xue still wanted to offer an explanation for her old friend.

Lanshan Jun nodded, watching the sword in Chang Feng’s hand slowly veer away from Elder Xue.

Tears streamed down Chang Feng’s eyes. She looked at Elder Xue in pain: “Why? Why did you wake me up?”

Lanshan Jun suddenly raised her eyes. Chang Feng was consciously allowing herself to fall into Inner Madness. By falling into madness, she could use the forbidden spell to see Qiushui again, to be with the ‘ Qiushui ‘ she created forever. But deep down, she knew that would never be the Qiushui she loved.

“Just one step away,” Chang Feng’s sword fell. She suddenly lost strength and knelt down, looking up at the memory space, which was utterly ruined by her frenzied self.

“Fuyou, you are so cruel,” she whispered. “You won’t even let me see her face.”

“If I had truly allowed you to do what you intended, the Qiushui you created would not be the Qiushui who loved you,” Elder Xue squatted down, her eyes on the surrounding shattered memories. “Qiushui is gone. How could you possibly have her memories? These are all your memories, aren’t they? How many times have you visited this memory space? Have you seen it?”

Chang Feng lowered her eyes in silence.

“Not even once, right?” Elder Xue continued. “You know that with these memories, Qiushui should hate you. The Qiushui who possesses these memories after the Soul Cleansing would also be a Qiushui who hates you.”

“You went through all this trouble just to see a Qiushui who hates you.”

“Chang Feng, why bother?”

Chang Feng let out a low laugh, tears falling continuously, her voice choked: “Yes, she hates me, but even a Qiushui who hates me, I still want to see her one more time.”

“I once gave Qiushui a wisp of Immortal Power,” Chang Feng raised her head, her gaze falling on Lanshan Jun: “It’s with you now.”

Both Lanshan Jun and Elder Xue froze in surprise.

“Qiushui abandoned everything, wanting to forget everything we experienced as if it were a dream,” Chang Feng’s heart turned to dust. “She truly doesn’t love me anymore.”

Suddenly, Chang Feng’s figure burst apart, scattering into wind and snow. The memory space cracked, pieces falling down one by one. The magnificent Aurora also dimmed as the space vanished.

“Chang Feng!” Elder Xue panicked for a moment.

Spiritual power wrapped in wind and snow surged, then vanished completely in an instant.

“Senior Sister!” Cang Wu cried out in alarm. She had clearly been holding her Senior Sister’s hand just now. When the wind and snow hit her face, she held her Senior Sister’s hand tightly, but her hand felt like a wisp of wind she couldn’t grasp. It was Chang Feng who took Senior Sister away!

The memory space ceased to exist entirely. The Baima Town born of wind and snow revealed its original appearance: a stretch of verdant grassland, carrying the scent of rain and dew as the breeze blew across it.

Her chest heaved violently. Cang Wu’s pupils contracted, tracing the almost imperceptible aura nearby. When the Lotus protected its master, the Azure Dragon aura that spilled from her Senior Sister’s body had not yet completely dissipated. In a flash of lightning and flint, Cang Wu paused her movements, sharply looking in one direction, and her figure turned into a streak of light, giving chase.

“Cang Wu!” Elder Xue couldn’t call her back. She quickly told the others: “Chang Feng’s demonic nature is not yet removed. Everyone, split up and search! Remember, once you find the person, you must erase the mark I left on you.” After giving the instructions, Elder Xue pursued Cang Wu’s fleeing figure.

Lanshan Jun was missing, and Lingguang and the others were frantic, not delaying any further. When everyone dispersed, only Xie Qingshuang and Ming Yu remained.

Ming Yu spoke mournfully: “Your Junior Sister is lost. Aren’t you going to search?”

Xie Qingshuang walked two steps, and the concealed rope on her wrist suddenly tightened. She turned back to look. Ming Yu, with her arms crossed, looked around at the scenery nonchalantly: “I’m not going.”

Xie Qingshuang walked up to her, directly grabbed her hand, and used spiritual power to forcibly drag her away. Ming Yu narrowed her eyes. More than anger, she felt annoyance. That Xie woman is watching me the whole time. How am I supposed to give the Vermillion Bird Blade to that person?

“Why didn’t you scold me?” Xie Qingshuang was somewhat surprised.

Ming Yu frowned: “Are you sick?” Not scolding me, and now asking why?

Xie Qingshuang said faintly: “You weren’t scolding me just now; your mind wasn’t on me. What were you thinking about? The Vermillion Bird Blade?”

Ming Yu’s body stiffened. She looked at Xie Qingshuang as if she were looking at a ghost, filled with doubt: “Did you learn some spell to peer into other people’s minds?”

Xie Qingshuang raised an eyebrow: “Guess.”