Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 53

The heart thumped wildly. Lan Shanjun sat at the very front of the cloud boat; the wind blowing in her face did not carry away the heat flushing her cheeks.

She raised a hand to touch her face, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself.

Before she could settle down, that troublesome ancestor caught up.

“Senior Sister,” Cang Wu said cheerfully.

Lan Shanjun reached out to cover her face, feeling as if the young man had already sat down beside her.

“Why are you still following me?” Lan Shanjun asked, her voice muffled by her palms.

Cang Wu copied her action, letting her legs hang down as she sat on the edge of the cloud boat: “Has Senior Sister made up her mind?”

Lan Shanjun asked dully, “Decided what?”

“To like me, to love me.”

This time, Lan Shanjun did not blush crimson. She lowered her hand and looked closely at Cang Wu. The young man’s eyes held seriousness and expectation, mixed with delight and excitement, yet they lacked the love reserved for a sweetheart.

It was affection, but not love.

When Cang Wu had suddenly said those words earlier, she hadn’t been prepared to flee in disarray. Now that she had calmed down a bit, her feelings were complicated.

Lan Shanjun looked at Cang Wu with pity. She reached out, stroked Cang Wu’s cheek, and softly asked, “Do you know what those words mean?”

Cang Wu was abandoned by her mother. She likely never had anyone close to her before; her current dependence on her Senior Sister was understandable. The child probably hadn’t distinguished her own feelings yet.

Cang Wu frowned slightly. She strongly disliked it when her Senior Sister looked at her with that expression, as if an invisible pair of hands were forcibly pulling the distance between them further apart.

“I know. It’s like the affection between Chang Feng and Qiu Shui.”

Lan Shanjun asked again, “Does Cang Wu like me because I treat you well?”

Cang Wu thought about it, nodded twice, and then shook her head.

Lan Shanjun: “Then what is it?”

Cang Wu did not hide anything from her Senior Sister: “I don’t know either, but being near Senior Sister makes me happy, and being with Senior Sister makes me feel satisfied. Are you the same, Senior Sister?”

Lan Shanjun gasped inwardly, thinking how deeply attached Cang Wu was. It was no wonder that in the original book, she would develop demonic tendencies out of anger from being close to two female protagonists.

When they were in Yanggu (Sun Valley), Lan Shanjun had asked the Valley Master about the difference between humans and demons. The Valley Master told her: “Demons are born with territorial instincts, possessing a powerful desire for control and possession over creatures within their territory.”

Now that she knew Cang Wu was a demon, Lan Shanjun recalled how Cang Wu had been displeased when she provoked the other Senior Sisters and Junior Sisters in Yanggu back then. Perhaps at that time, Cang Wu had already marked her as part of her territory.

If she were the previous her, she would have been overjoyed to occupy a space in Cang Wu’s heart. But now, had she perhaps cared for and looked after Cang Wu too much, causing the original sisterly bond to deviate from its proper course? Yet, she hadn’t actually done anything!

Facing a face that was so much to her liking, she had resisted teasing or flirting. She had genuinely treated Cang Wu as a junior sister!

“Is it hard to answer, Senior Sister? You’ve been thinking for so long.” Cang Wu moved closer to her.

Lan Shanjun quickly leaned her upper body away to keep a distance: “Wait.”

Seeing the woman so eagerly creating distance from her, Cang Wu’s eyelashes slowly lowered.

“Does Senior Sister dislike me that much?”

“No.”

Lan Shanjun spoke with difficulty: “Cang Wu, besides having these emotions toward me, what about others? Dong Jun, the Valley Master, and Ling Guang and the others?”

Cang Wu shook her head quickly; her eyes were focused only on her Senior Sister.

Lan Shanjun was troubled. Since Cang Wu only cared about her, how could she teach Cang Wu to distinguish her feelings?

Cang Wu took in every change in the woman’s expression. She pursed her lips and looked towards the vast sea of clouds before her.

“Senior Sister means that my feelings for you are not the same as the affection between Chang Feng and Qiu Shui.”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“Then Senior Sister, teach me.” Cang Wu turned to look at her Senior Sister, regaining that obedient and docile appearance.

This perfectly suited Lan Shanjun’s thoughts, and she returned to being the understanding Senior Sister: “Alright.”

After their gazes separated, Cang Wu’s lowered eyelids momentarily concealed the shrinking vertical pupils—the excitement of a predator anticipating its prey taking the bait.

Then you teach me how to love you.

The two sat there with separate intentions until the streak of black-red color appeared on the horizon.

Lan Shanjun narrowed her eyes, feeling a vague sense of unease in her heart.

“Cang Wu, let’s go back first.”

A strong sixth sense urged Lan Shanjun to take Cang Wu and leave.

But it was a step too late. Before her words had even fallen, a thick mist of blood instantly enveloped the entire cloud boat. In the mist, one could not even see one’s own hands.

Fortunately, Lan Shanjun had grabbed Cang Wu’s wrist in advance, pulling the person close to her side. Wind blades circled around the two of them, but they only managed to slice away some of the blood mist, barely allowing visibility within a step’s distance.

The cloud boat stopped. Lan Shanjun heard a few cries of alarm in the distance—it was Ling Guang and the others.

“Cang Wu, hold tight to me.”

Cang Wu blinked, then opened her eyes. A cyan light flashed, piercing through the blood mist. She saw that the cloud boat was surrounded by Flood Dragons (Jiaoyao). These Flood Dragons had human torsos and snake tails, their scales layered upon layer from neck to shoulder, flared out.

After one glance, Cang Wu closed her eyes.

She was going to hate things with scales too.

The Flood Dragons’ target seemed to be Ling Guang and the others; they paid little attention to the two at the very front.

The burst of spiritual power lasted only an instant.

Lan Shanjun held Cang Wu tightly: “Let’s go help them.”

“Okay.”

The two had just taken a step when two Flood Dragons immediately blocked their path.

Observing the movement of the wind, even though Lan Shanjun couldn’t see clearly in the blood mist, the chain blades in her hands moved out extremely fast.

The chain blades, forged from meteoric iron, were exquisitely made, with hidden hooks and sharp blades concealed in the connecting joints of every link.

Lan Shanjun felt like she had entangled something; she shook it violently, flinging the object towards a spot where the blood mist was thinner, scraping along the cloud boat.

“Senior Sister, don’t look.”

Lan Shanjun had already seen it. Her expression instantly stiffened, and with a slight tremor of her hand, she flung the Flood Dragon away.

“Truly disgusting.”

She muttered this instinctively, then realized she was still gripping another similarly scaled creature in her hand.

With the comparison, Lan Shanjun instantly found Cang Wu’s scales much more beautiful and lovely.

While they were entangled here, the few people inside the cloud boat were scattered in different directions by some Flood Dragons hidden in the blood mist.

Ling Guang had a formation left by Song Qingcheng, so the two never separated.

And due to the suddenness of the event, Elder Xue, who noticed the anomaly, only managed to look after Xiao Jiu and Zhao Chen, who were closest to her.

In the blood mist, the sounds of fighting from only one area were fierce and rapid.

“Xie Qingshuang! Untie the rope, or we’ll both die here!” Ming Yu waved her hand, cutting down an approaching Flood Dragon, urging the sword cultivator who was restraining her with impatience.

Xie Qingshuang, still bound, asked with a cold face, “If I untie it, are you sure you won’t run?”

After cooperating to repel the encircling Flood Dragons, the distance between Xie Qingshuang and Ming Yu suddenly closed.

Ming Yu viciously pressed the hilt of her blade against Xie Qingshuang’s shoulder: “I’m not afraid I’ll chop off your whole arm in a panic.”

“Then chop it off,” Xie Qingshuang showed no fear.

Ming Yu suddenly twisted her hand, aiming the blade at the Flood Dragon behind Xie Qingshuang.

Warm blood splattered onto the ceremonial robe as Ming Yu’s blade struck the Flood Dragon’s head.

Xie Qingshuang’s lips curved upwards slightly.

Ming Yu gritted her teeth: “Are you gambling that I’ll soften my heart?”

If she hadn’t intervened just then, Xie Qingshuang’s head would have been severed.

“I have a protective magical artifact on me; that demon couldn’t hurt me. You softened so quickly?”

The woman’s voice was cold but carried a hint of a smile, which fueled Ming Yu’s frustration.

She gripped her blade tightly, truly wanting to cleave her in two with one strike.

“You two have quite the spirit. Aren’t you afraid of becoming a pair of doomed lovers right here?”

Being interrupted, Xie Qingshuang’s expression grew colder.

In the blood mist, Ming Yu’s expression shifted slightly upon hearing that voice, and she gripped her blade even tighter.

Heh, so eager for this blade, are you?

The surrounding blood mist dissipated slightly. Xie Qingshuang and Ming Yu stood shoulder to shoulder, encircled by a group of menacing Flood Dragons.

The Flood Dragons lowered their heads, respectfully stepping aside to clear a path.

A woman entirely wrapped in black cloth walked over, revealing only a pair of pitch-black eyes. Even the fingers holding the hilt of the sword at her waist were wrapped in black cloth, unwilling to expose any patch of skin.

Ming Yu narrowed her eyes.

“My Master has commanded: Hand over the item, and I can spare her life.”

Xie Qingshuang slightly shifted her body to shield Ming Yu, and she spoke a name: “Tu Wushuang.”

“Swish—”

Tu Wushuang half-drew her sword, speaking with surprise: “You know me?”

Xie Qingshuang pursed her lips, remaining silent, her peripheral vision reflecting Ming Yu’s figure.

In her previous life, she had met Tu Wushuang; this woman was not only a Sword Devotee but also a lunatic. Her greatest pleasure was killing. Why was this person appearing now? The trajectory of this life could no longer be predicted.

Tu Wushuang drew her sword, tilting her head slightly. The tip of the sword moved from Ming Yu’s face to Xie Qingshuang’s face.

“The chief disciple of the Yanggu Valley Master, Xie You. I heard your swordsmanship is quite good.” Tu Wushuang made a regrettable ‘tsk’ sound and then moved the tip of her sword away again.

“But the timing is wrong today. I cannot properly test my sword against you.”

Xie Qingshuang sent a voice transmission to Ming Yu: “What does she want?”

Ming Yu: “?”

Ming Yu: “Do you read minds or something?”

Neither she nor Tu Wushuang had caused much stir in the Four Seas yet, so no one should have connected them. How did Xie Qingshuang know!

“What is it?” Xie Qingshuang guessed, “The Vermilion Bird Saber?”

Ming Yu frowned: “What time is it! Haven’t you untied the rope? This lunatic has drawn her sword. If we don’t run now, we’ll all be left here today.”

Xie Qingshuang: “Are you worried about me?”

Ming Yu looked at her in disbelief.

Tu Wushuang’s form instantly dissolved into the blood mist, and the sword in her hand transformed, lengthening into a thin ribbon.

Xie Qingshuang’s brows sharpened. The moment the blood mist moved slightly, she drew her sword abruptly.

The blades collided, and an aura of frost surged, freezing the surrounding mist until it coagulated slightly.

Ming Yu was slightly stunned. She only knew Xie Qingshuang’s cultivation realm had long reached the Great Perfection of the Soul-Awakening Stage (Ming Hun Jing Da Yuan Man), but she hadn’t expected her spiritual power to be so profound—not inferior at all to the Grand Void Stage (Tai Xu Jing) Tu Wushuang.

How long had she suppressed her realm, deliberately waiting for something?

Tu Wushuang’s eyes flashed with bloodthirsty excitement. She had finally found a suitable stepping stone to break through the ninth layer of the Hidden Blood Technique Yin Xue Shu.

“You are truly exceptional.”

Ming Yu’s heart sank; Tu Wushuang was going mad.

“Tu Wushuang!” Ming Yu called out in a low voice, as if to remind Tu Wushuang that she still had a mission.

But Tu Wushuang seemed not to hear. Her eyes swept over the sword in Xie Qingshuang’s hand, inch by inch, and the black-cloth-wrapped hand almost reached out to touch it.

“The sword is also quite good.”

Xie Qingshuang’s brow furrowed, and a sharp sword aura swept out, forcing Tu Wushuang back.

The Night Begonia (Ye Haitang) trembled, emitting bursts of sword cries, responding to its owner’s emotions.

This disturbance completely attracted the others in the blood mist.

Tu Wushuang looked somewhat impatient: “What a nuisance.”