Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 54

The blood mist instantly condensed onto Tu Wushuang’s sword tip; her pupils turned a bizarre dark crimson.

The Flood Dragon (Jiaoyao) closest to Tu Wushuang hesitated before stepping forward to remind her: “Lord Tu, we should still prioritize the Master’s command.”

Tu Wushuang pulled a disdainful smile across her lips: “Master? Only you all consider her the Master.”

Upon hearing her words, the Flood Dragon roared: “Tu Wushuang, you are presumptuous!”

A blood-red sword qi instantly sliced through, causing the speaking Flood Dragon’s physical body and its demonic essence to completely dissipate.

All the other Flood Dragons became wary. They exchanged glances, and their sharp claws slowly turned towards Tu Wushuang.

With a monstrous roar, the Flood Dragons that had been tying up the others also converged, unanimously facing Tu Wushuang.

Elder Xue arrived with a group of juniors. Without the blood mist, they clearly saw these demonic creatures.

Ling Guang frowned and let out an annoyed ‘Ew.’

Elder Xue used her spiritual power to pull the slightly forward Ling Guang and Xiao Jiu behind her, positioning herself to protect the juniors.

Lan Shanjun came to Xie Qingshuang’s side and softly asked, “Is Senior Sister Xie alright?”

Xie Qingshuang replied: “I am unharmed.”

“Hidden Blood Technique (Yin Xue Shu).” Elder Xue’s gaze was sharp as she stared directly at Tu Wushuang, carrying an imposing, naturally authoritative aura: “Cultivating demonic arts with a mortal body—do you know the consequences?”

Tu Wushuang flicked her wrist, passing the sword tip before her eyes, and spoke in a casual tone: “Consequences? I only know that the Hidden Blood Technique allows my swordsmanship to reach perfection. I care little whether it is a demonic art or not.”

The next instant, the surrounding Flood Dragons instantly exploded and died. The burst blood mist transformed into streaks of blood that flowed towards Tu Wushuang’s sword blade.

Tu Wushuang savored this moment; the blood threads entered her entire meridian system through the hand gripping the blade, finally concentrating in her pupils.

“No wonder you can maintain a human form while cultivating demonic arts—it turns out you just swapped in a pair of demonic eyes,” Elder Xue scoffed coldly. “The Four Seas has produced a half-human, half-demon creature like you.”

Tu Wushuang’s dark-red pupils were bloodthirsty: “You flatter me. I am just an insignificant sword cultivator. It is normal for Elder Xue, who has lived long in the Qingyun Academy (Qingyun Shuyuan), not to recognize me.”

The blood mist permeated the area again. Tu Wushuang took a half-step back, raised her eyes to look at Xie Qingshuang, and excitedly swept her blood-tinged tongue across her lower lip.

“I will come find you again.”

The woman’s face was completely swallowed by the blood mist.

Elder Xue waved her hand to disperse it, but Tu Wushuang’s figure was already gone.

A cultivator using eye replacement to practice demonic arts and consorting with Sea Demons was no small matter. If only Elder Xue and Tu Wushuang had been present today, she would not have let the person go so easily.

However, the Hidden Blood Technique that Tu Wushuang cultivated was different from other demonic arts. Moreover, she treated her life with contempt; if pushed to the limit, when the Hidden Blood Technique fully opened, Elder Xue could endure it, but these children would be in danger.

“Let’s go.”

Elder Xue reconstructed the cloud boat and hastened their return to Qingyun Academy.

On the way, Elder Xue asked Xie Qingshuang if she noticed their objective when Ming Yu confronted Tu Wushuang head-on; both shook their heads.

The identities of these children on this trip were all extremely special. Elder Xue was momentarily uncertain why Tu Wushuang had come.

Once the cloud boat entered the territory of Qingyun Academy, Elder Xue handed control of the vessel over to Xiao Jiu, and she proceeded first to find Dean Xuan to report the events of the past few days.

Remembering that Lan Shanjun had mentioned feeling seasick earlier, Xiao Jiu slowed the cloud boat down slightly.

The navigation of the cloud boat did not require constant attention. After ensuring the direction was correct, Xiao Jiu returned to the group.

“The cultivation realms of those Flood Dragons were not high. If they were aiming for our lives, there should have been at least one cultivator who could contend with Elder Xue,” Zhao Chen analyzed. “They seemed only to be stalling for Tu Wushuang’s time. That Tu Wushuang acts strangely and recklessly, striking cruelly and ruthlessly; she is indeed hard to fathom.”

“Then is she allied with the Flood Dragons?” Xiao Jiu was still confused. “Why did she kill them all?”

Song Qingcheng snorted: “Can’t you see? Tu Wushuang showed disrespect to the Flood Dragons’ master, the Flood Dragons were dissatisfied, and the two sides collapsed.”

“I feel like something is strange,” Lan Shanjun spoke, her fingers resting on the table, tapping her index and middle fingers back and forth.

Xie Qingshuang raised an eyebrow to look over, the corner of her lips lifting almost imperceptibly.

Lan Shan, have you also noticed the timing of Tu Wushuang’s appearance was wrong?

As Xie Qingshuang suspected, Lan Shanjun was indeed wrestling with this issue.

Although the original book held little reference value now, the general plot development was still online. If certain changes occurred during events like the Vermilion Bird Feast and the Qingyun Academy proceedings due to the butterfly effect caused by her, then what about Tu Wushuang?

Which event had prematurely drawn out this sword-maniac?

Thinking this, Lan Shanjun looked up, precisely missing Xie Qingshuang’s downward gaze.

Lan Shanjun was somewhat surprised. Was it an illusion? Did the female lead just look at me?

Why did Tu Wushuang say that final sentence to the female lead—

“I will come find you again.”

“What’s strange?”

As Ling Guang asked, an urgent whistle suddenly came from beneath the cloud boat, followed by a violent explosion. The spiritual power fluctuation shook the cloud boat, which was hidden in the clouds.

Lan Shanjun’s body swayed slightly, and Cang Wu quickly reached out to support her lower back.

The palm touched and immediately withdrew, maintaining perfect composure.

Lan Shanjun was secretly pleased while also finding the whistle sound extremely familiar.

The others felt the same way.

Xiao Jiu stabilized the cloud boat and asked hesitantly: “Was that Huaisheng?”

Ling Guang: “We’ll know if we go down to check.”

Xiao Jiu was already slowly changing the cloud boat’s direction. She looked around at the group: “Shall we all go together then?”

Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng were inseparable, and Lan Shanjun and Cang Wu were the same; Zhao Chen always stayed with them.

Thus, several gazes fell simultaneously on the taciturn Xie Qingshuang and Ming Yu at the side.

Ming Yu pulled at the corner of her lip; she didn’t want to get entangled with these people, especially since she was carrying the Vermilion Bird Saber, and the Young Master of the Vermilion Bird Hall was right under her nose.

“I think I won’t…”

Xie Qingshuang nodded: “Let’s go together.”

The hand under the table was suddenly yanked. Xie Qingshuang turned her head to look, ignoring the questioning and angry glare in the other’s eyes, and a faint smile played on her lips.

The cloud boat began to descend, and eight streams of light fell together.

Although they had entered the territory of Qingyun Academy, for them, who had only recently enrolled, this was still unfamiliar ground.

Lan Shanjun felt like she had arrived in some primeval forest; such a place with deep waters and tall trees was exactly where snakes liked to stay.

She couldn’t help but feel a chill. At this moment, Cang Wu’s hand reached out and grasped her wrist.

The warm palm rested against the spot where her pulse was thumping, and Lan Shanjun immediately felt at ease.

Ling Guang released a mechanical bird to search, and Song Qingcheng controlled a formation to settle beneath Ling Guang’s feet.

The light circle of the formation finally stopped in Ling Guang’s pupils, allowing her to see the images seen by the released mechanical bird.

“It’s Huaisheng and Mu Fu’an; they are entangled by something.”

“A type of flying insect—many of them.”

“Over there!”

Ling Guang suddenly pointed in one direction.

“Let’s go quickly.”

Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng led the way, and the others followed.

Soon, they saw Mo Huaisheng and Mu Fu’an besieged by tens of thousands of Red-Winged Ants (Hongchi Yi).

Red-Winged Ants never acted alone, but they also wouldn’t usually attack humans on such a large scale. Judging by the situation before them, perhaps all the Red-Winged Ants in this entire region were gathered here.

“Red-Winged Ants feed on vegetation. They are normally gentle but extremely vengeful. I fear Huaisheng and Miss Mu provoked them,” Zhao Chen analyzed. “If we forcibly take them away, the Red-Winged Ants will see us as enemies too, and fight us to the death.”

Xiao Jiu: “Then what do we do?”

“They took something that wasn’t theirs; just return it.”

This was the first time Ming Yu had spoken to participate in their affairs. Having been forcibly dragged over by Xie Qingshuang, she didn’t want to waste more time watching them perform useless tasks.

Lan Shanjun quietly observed this female lead. Previously, her gaze had mostly been focused on Senior Sister Xie, causing her to overlook this one.

In the original book, this female lead came from Jialan Mountain and followed a level-up progression route. Her personality was bold and resilient, a character type that readers loved.

Lan Shanjun frowned slightly, wondering: Is this the difference between the buyer and the seller? In reality, Ming Yu herself was not only taciturn but also carried a gloomy and reserved aura.

“Your junior sister likes observing people quite a bit,” Ming Yu transmitted secretly to Xie Qingshuang. “Normally, her eyes would be gone by now.”

Xie Qingshuang’s expression remained unchanged: “She means no harm.”

Ming Yu let out a soft snort.

Once their conversation ended, Zhao Chen had already used an incantation to transmit a message to Mo Huaisheng:

“Huaisheng, did you take something belonging to the Red-Winged Ants?”

The whistling sound maintaining the barrier against the swarm paused abruptly. Mo Huaisheng had received the transmission.

“Zhao Chen? You’re here! What item? I was following Mu Fu’an and stepped in to help when I saw her being chased, but I didn’t expect to get entangled like this.”

“Ask Mu Fu’an if she has anything belonging to the Red-Winged Ants on her.”

Receiving the transmission, Mo Huaisheng turned to ask Mu Fu’an: “Did you take something of theirs!?”

Mu Fu’an’s expression was confused: “What?”

“Return the item to them, or none of us can leave!” Mo Huaisheng urged.

“Item, item…”

Mu Fu’an emptied everything from the cloth pouch at her waist: talismans, a bamboo brush, specially made plant-based ink, and some scattered low-grade spirit stones. Besides those, only one brightly colored flower remained.

Mu Fu’an hesitated, taking out the flower: “Is it this?”

“Throw it out!”

Mo Huaisheng commanded. Mu Fu’an immediately threw the flower out.

The swarm of Red-Winged Ants became agitated, instantly swallowing the flower whole. Those Red-Winged Ants that had consumed the petals and leaves suddenly began to burn; groups of dead Red-Winged Ants fell like dripping magma.

This sudden change undoubtedly enraged the swarm further. A buzzing sound amplified by immense spiritual power reached them, forcing Lan Shanjun and the others nearby to deploy their spiritual power to resist.

Red-Winged Ants, normally small as grains of rice, were exceedingly sensitive to spiritual power fluctuations.

“Tsk.”

Impatience flashed in Ming Yu’s eyes.

Ling Guang, seeing the charging swarm, exclaimed in shock: “Didn’t we give it back? Why are they still chasing us!?”

Ming Yu snorted coldly, dragging Xie Qingshuang away.

She didn’t want to waste time with this group of fools courting death.

“What was that she threw out?” Xie Qingshuang asked.

Ming Yu said coldly: “Heart-Burning Grass (Fen Xin Cao). The flowered Heart-Burning Grass is highly toxic.”

They took something that wasn’t theirs and then fed it a poisonous herb; it seemed these Red-Winged Ants were determined to fight to the death today.

Xie Qingshuang frowned, using a bit more force with her wrist to pull free.

“Xie Qingshuang! I’ve tolerated you long enough. My life isn’t meant for fooling around with them.” Ming Yu had already brought her blade to Xie Qingshuang’s neck; the blade was sharp, and touching the skin immediately left a bloody scratch.

Xie Qingshuang froze. In that interval, Ming Yu had pulled her away from the Red-Winged Ants’ attack range.

Behind the two, the dense swarm of Red-Winged Ants had completely enclosed the others, forming a massive, egg-shaped mass.

The most difficult aspect of the Red-Winged Ants was the nest-like structure they formed together.

Inside, spiritual power was constantly siphoned away until one became a dried corpse.

Mu Fu’an was mentally chaotic, a layer of sweat instantly breaking out on her face and neck. She muttered to herself: “It wasn’t Heart-Burning Grass, so what could it be? What else is on me?”

Mo Huaisheng was trapped here to save her; the people who came later were also trapped because of her. What was it? What exactly was on her?

Mu Fu’an’s eyes reddened. No, she couldn’t cause them all to die; she couldn’t repay them.

Ants connected head to tail to form thin lines, constantly moving within the sealed space. Xiao Jiu spun her Limitless Staff (Wuji Gun), striking out, but the broken parts were instantly patched up by the outer layer of Red-Winged Ants.

“It’s no use! There are too many of these wretched things!”

The spiritual energy dissipated faster and faster.

Zhao Chen said in a deep voice: “It’s useless to return the item now.”

Mu Fu’an was stunned by the words, and a tear fell straight down.