Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 51

Controlling the wind and becoming the wind were two entirely different sensations. When moving with the wind, Lanshan Jun  felt an unprecedented sense of freedom and exhilaration; she loved this feeling.

The wind kissed the spring leaves and autumn grasses, the trickling streams, the celestial fire spiritual veins. It hovered and lingered in every corner of heaven and earth. After traversing the Four Seas and Eight Realms, it seemed to follow the wind to where the overseas Immortal Mountains lay. Her meridians were filled with spiritual energy. The instability and emptiness from forcibly breaking through her cultivation boundary a few days ago gradually solidified. The mere half-step into the Soul Illumination Realm (明魂境) was completely pushed to the true Soul Illumination Realm by this surge of power.

She felt like she could move, so she slowly opened her eyes. Chang Feng ooked at her with an apologetic expression: “It was rude of me to take you away without permission.”

Lanshan Jun quietly asked her: “Did you… want to see Qiushui  one last time?”

At this moment, Chang Feng’s eyes were clear, devoid of madness and killing intent.

Chang Feng forced a smile: “This is probably the last time I will see Qiushui, even if it’s only in your past memories. It is enough.”

“You…” Lanshan Jun was stunned; she saw the spiritual energy wildly draining from Chang Feng’s body.

Chang Feng was unsurprised. She sighed: “The path to Immortality is long, but the Path of Ruthlessness is the fastest way to cultivate it, yet the cost is also the greatest. When achieving Immortality through this Dao, if one’s state of mind cannot make a breakthrough, they stagnate. And once the Path of Ruthlessness involves too much emotion—be it love, hate, or resentment—if you cannot control your heart, your cultivation and Immortal power will regress day by day until you are left with nothing.”

“I began cultivating the Path of Ruthlessness from a young age, without fundamentally knowing what it meant. All my emotions were bound, sealed inside a box. I cultivated day and night, with only Immortality and cultivation in my eyes.”

“My Master said the responsibility on my shoulders was immense, that I would be the second High Immortal of the Four Seas after Dean Xuan (玄院長), and I had to guard the Kunlun Ruins.” Chang Feng smiled bitterly: “Before I met Qiushui, I had already seen the endpoint of my life: to achieve Immortality through the Path of Ruthlessness and guard the Kunlun Ruins.”

“Why did it have to be you?” Lanshan Jun couldn’t help but ask.

Chang Feng: “Yes, why did it have to be me?” Chang Feng looked weakly at Lanshan Jun: “Perhaps it was destined.”

Lanshan Jun frowned slightly; she disliked that explanation.

“It was my destiny to pay with my life for this, and Qiushui was an accident in that unavoidable fate,” Chang Feng’s eyes softened with remembrance when she spoke of Qiushui, carrying a smile of longing.

The smile quickly faded, and Chang Feng’s lips straightened: “I failed her.”

“How do you want to see her, like before? By extracting my memories?” Lanshan Jun still felt fearful as she spoke. Memory extraction was too painful; she definitely didn’t want a second time.

Chang Feng shook her head, her eyelashes half-lowered, revealing deep exhaustion: “Although I was controlled by Inner Demons before, I still allowed myself to do some wrong things. Perhaps the Chang Feng who boldly spoke her mind was the one Qiushui wanted to see—the one who could disregard everything to love her, abandon all reason, and go against her nature to respond to her love.”

“If I could have told Qiushui then that I liked her, that I loved her, would she not have left?”

Tears welled up in Chang Feng’s eyes. Lanshan Jun didn’t know how to respond. This relationship belonged only to Qiushui and Chang Feng; she was just an outsider.

“No need to extract your memory. Let’s watch together.”

Suddenly, Lanshan Jun’s vision blurred with white light. When she opened her eyes again, the Aurora she had watched with Qiushui that night reappeared before her. Looking down, Lanshan Jun saw a long bench, and two girls were sitting with their backs to her and Chang Feng, discussing something. The Aurora was illusory, and the bench and girls were also phantoms.

The voice of the Lanshan Jun from that time was tinged with childishness.

Lanshan Jun: “Qiushui, the High Immortal in your dream is so scummy. Why do you still like her?”

Hearing her past self’s words in front of the person herself, Lanshan Jun felt a wave of embarrassment. She secretly glanced at Chang Feng out of the corner of her eye.

Chang Feng happened to turn her head to look at her: “Scummy? What does that mean?”

Lanshan Jun opened her mouth, unsure how to explain.

Chang Feng tugged at the corner of her mouth: “I guess it should mean ‘not good,’ judging by your tone.” [Qiushui, the High Immortal in your dream is so not good. Why do you still like her?]

Lanshan Jun lightly coughed. That interpretation seemed correct.

The memory continued—

“She is, right? She’s so scummy, but I just like her, and I can’t forget her,” Qiushui turned her head to look at her. “Lanshan, do you have someone you like?”

The young Lanshan Jun smiled shyly: “I like quite a few people, but none that I like as much as Sister Qiushui likes that High Immortal.”

The current Lanshan Jun’s brow twitched. She felt like her past self was about to put her foot in her mouth. Sure enough—

The young Lanshan Jun suggested happily: “Why don’t you, Sister Qiushui, use this opportunity to get over your heartache and meet some more Sisters? There are so many beautiful women here! With more choices, Sister Qiushui won’t keep remembering that scumbag, who is only a person from a dream anyway.”

The current Lanshan Jun: “…” She silently turned her head to glance at Chang Feng, her voice much quieter: “Childish talk.”

Chang Feng: “Mhm.” The atmospheric pressure around them dropped slightly.

“Lanshan, if you experienced something like this, would you think that world was just an ungraspable dream?” Qiushui asked the question.

The young Lanshan Jun became slightly serious: “If this dream is too sorrowful and bitter, it’s better to forget it.”

“Forget it?” Qiushui’s eyes held reluctance, intertwined with pain that could not be separated.

The young Lanshan Jun continued: “Sister Qiushui must love herself first.”

Qiushui laughed, leaning back against the long bench, her body and mind relaxing at that moment. “Yes, I can’t keep thinking about her.” Qiushui touched the jade ring on her right middle finger, and finally slowly took it off.

“Lanshan, this is for you. The person who gave it to me wished me peace and smooth sailing. It was even blessed by an Immortal. Now, I give this wish to you.”

Lanshan Jun finally understood why Chang Feng said the Immortal power she gave Qiushui was on her.

“Lanshan, I hope the person you love in the future will have the same courage to love you. If she is not resolute enough, you must have the courage to stop loving her.”

The phantom image slowly faded. Lanshan Jun heard a bitter laugh—it was Chang Feng’s.

“Yes, when I found the courage to say I loved her, she also found the courage to stop loving me.” Chang Feng raised her hand to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye, then cupped her hands toward Lanshan Jun in a salute: “Thank you.”

The instant Chang Feng stood up, a sword qi sliced through the air, seemingly intending to cleave the very air between them in two. This sword qi was murderous. Chang Feng could feel it was directed at her, but Lanshan Jun was close to her, and accidental injury was unavoidable.

“Be careful.” Chang Feng erected a wall of wind in front of the two of them.

The wall of wind collided with the sword qi, creating a bursting sound. Under the stalemate, cracks actually appeared in the wall of wind. In the nick of time, Chang Feng turned her hand and pushed Lanshan Jun away. The wall of wind collapsed, and half of the sword qi struck Chang Feng.

The sword wound ran diagonally from her left shoulder to her right abdomen. The abdominal wound was two fingers deep, instantly staining Chang Feng’s robe crimson with blood. The sword qi carried Dragon Breath. Chang Feng could only rely on her innate sword to support her body. The Dragon Breath eroded her flesh, causing her lips to turn white from the pain.

Chang Feng looked up and understood who the newcomer was when she saw her appearance. Azure Dragon Aura.

“Cang Wu (蒼梧)!”

Just as the fatal second strike was about to descend, Lanshan Jun lunged forward and hugged Cang Wu, trapping her completely in her embrace, her palm resting on Cang Wu’s sword-holding hand.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. She didn’t hurt me,” Lanshan Jun said urgently.

Cang Wu’s anger subsided slightly. Her gaze returned to her Senior Sister, scanning her face up and down several times before finally calming down.

“What did she bring you here to do?” Cang Wu’s voice was extremely cold, sounding like a command as she questioned.

Lanshan Jun saw that Cang Wu had almost cleaved Chang Feng to death with a sword strike. The slight strangeness in her heart flashed away, and she quickly explained: “She just wanted to see Qiushui again.”

Cang Wu’s brows furrowed: “She was going to extract your memory again?” Sensing her struggle, Lanshan Jun hugged her arm tighter, afraid she would strike again: “No, no. No memory extraction this time.”

“Then she still harbored the idea of Soul Cleansing before,” Cang Wu’s anger was hard to dissipate. How dare she plot against her Senior Sister? She deserves to die.

Listening to her gritted words, Lanshan Jun turned her around to face her, placing her palm on the back of Cang Wu’s head and pressing her into her embrace.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s all over now.”

Cang Wu’s body was trembling slightly. Lanshan Jun wasn’t sure if it was from fear or anger, but she continued to comfort her. Cang Wu’s breathing was ragged, only slowly becoming steady under her Senior Sister’s gentle soothing.

Lanshan Jun held Cang Wu, her gaze moving to Chang Feng not far away. For some reason, Lanshan Jun felt Chang Feng’s body was slowly turning transparent. Soon, she realized it wasn’t her illusion; Chang Feng was indeed gradually disappearing!

Chang Feng sat down, adopting a cross-legged meditation posture. Her face was pale and weak, and all her spiritual power was dissolving into starlight.

“Lanshan,” Chang Feng smiled at Lanshan Jun, “I grant you the power of Wind Manipulation. May you be free as the wind, peaceful, and successful in your future.”

Wind Manipulation Power. Lanshan Jun was astonished: “What?” Her Wind Manipulation Power was given by Chang Feng!?

Chang Feng’s body had mostly dissipated. Lanshan Jun asked urgently: “Qiushui, how did Qiushui go back!?” If Qiushui could go back, could she go back too?

In her haste, Lanshan Jun didn’t notice a thin layer of azure dragon scales emerging at the corner of the eyes of the person in her arms.

Lanshan Jun did not hear Chang Feng’s final words. After she vanished, a gust of wind rose where she was, circled Lanshan Jun twice, and completely disappeared.

Lanshan Jun froze in place. Her Wind Manipulation Power was given by Chang Feng. Was it because of that jade ring? Did the jade ring contain Chang Feng’s Immortal power?

Then, did Chang Feng bring her to this world?

No, Chang Feng didn’t want to bring her back; she wanted to bring back Qiushui. It was just that Chang Feng hadn’t expected the jade ring to be given away by Qiushui.

“Senior Sister.”

Lanshan Jun was called back to her senses by a voice. She responded softly: “What is it?”

Cang Wu slowly raised her head, her pupils not yet fully recovered. In an instant, Lanshan Jun was stared at by Cang Wu’s vertical, deep-azure pupils. The blood in her entire body seemed to freeze.

The feeling was like meeting eyes with a highly venomous snake in the darkness. Her hairs stood on end. Lanshan Jun stopped breathing.

“Senior Sister, you promised you would always stay with me.”