Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 58

She kissed Cang Wu…

Earlier, she had said Cang Wu didn’t understand, that she, as a Senior Sister, needed to maintain propriety. Now look—accepting her feelings would be unfair to herself, but refusing her would be unfair to Cang Wu.

Lan Shanjun sat by the table in a daze for a long time.

Cang Wu saw it all. The hand by her side slowly tightened. She walked over and squatted in front of the woman, looking up at her: “Is this matter making Senior Sister so troubled?”

Lan Shanjun’s gaze, which had been trying to evade the issue, stopped. She tried to open her mouth to say something, but her mind was a complete mess, and no words would come out.

After a long pause,

“Cang Wu, I’m sorry, I…” Lan Shanjun felt her face flush halfway through the sentence. What was the difference between this and being a flirtatious woman?

“I know, Senior Sister,” Cang Wu placed her hand on the woman’s knee. Her half-lowered eyelashes cast a shadow below. “Senior Sister told me so much before. How could you suddenly take the initiative to kiss me? That wasn’t Senior Sister’s original intention, was it?”

Lan Shanjun’s fingers twitched, but she didn’t pull them away. To urgently create distance from Cang Wu now would surely wound her heart.

“Senior Sister, was it very painful when you endured an undeserved estrus period?”

Cang Wu lifted her eyes. Her usually clear pupils were now dimmed by the sorrow filling them.

Lan Shanjun’s thoughts fractured for a moment. She recalled the previous two estrus periods. Although there were some gaps in her memory, the heart-piercing pain remained deeply etched in her mind. Painful. Very painful. She felt engulfed by fierce fire, as if she would turn to dust the next second.

During this time, she had gained Cang Wu and many friends. She started to feel that this world was vibrant, but she never truly connected herself to it; it was as if she wasn’t living in this world, merely observing it.

Pain is the body’s most direct expression. Cang Wu’s question inexplicably touched Lan Shanjun. She felt as though she was standing on a page of a book, the surface of the page like water, and she was slowly sinking.

“Very painful,” Lan Shanjun’s voice was somewhat hoarse, her eyes rimmed with red, but she forced a smile in the next instant.

Seeing her Senior Sister trying so hard to pretend, Cang Wu felt distressed too. She whispered: “I’m sorry.”

A hand landed on her head. The woman’s voice was helpless: “What are you apologizing for? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Cang Wu pursed her lips, thinking that it was indeed her fault—it was the estrus period she should have endured. If only there was a way to transfer the estrus period back! Even if it was agonizingly difficult to bear, she could endure it herself, saving her Senior Sister further suffering.

“Cang Wu, let me think about last night some more, okay? I will give you an explanation.”

Cang Wu nodded: “Okay.”

The tightly drawn string in Lan Shanjun’s heart relaxed slightly: “Let’s go. Ling Guang and the others are waiting.”

Each lost in their own thoughts, the two left and went together to Ling Guang’s Cloud Residence.

They were the last to arrive. Ling Guang winked expressively at Lan Shanjun. Ling Guang intentionally left two empty seats beside her. She pulled Lan Shanjun to sit down and said with a smile: “Lan Shan, why are you wearing Cang Wu’s outer robe?”

Although everyone had the Academy’s spiritual robes, each robe had different markings based on their Immortal Sect or individual style. For example, Ling Guang’s robe had several feathers at the shoulder and hem; Song Qingcheng’s had faintly visible formations; Xiao Jiu’s had a cat’s head; Zhao Chen’s had a small cauldron for alchemy; and Mo Huaisheng’s was her short flute. Lan Shanjun’s robe had an extra silver thread chain woven from the waist to the collar, corresponding to her chain blade. Cang Wu’s had a silver-white crescent moon on her chest.

Hearing Ling Guang’s question, Lan Shanjun looked down and indeed saw the small crescent moon. She looked back and saw the spiritual robe marked with the chain blade being worn by Cang Wu. Was it an illusion? Lan Shanjun felt Cang Wu’s waist seemed excessively slim. The silver line on the robe followed the curve of her waist upwards, subtly conveying a hint of allure. When I wore it, I didn’t notice it much, but suddenly it felt completely different on Cang Wu.

Cang Wu also looked over. Lan Shanjun met her gaze briefly before looking away.

“We are fellow disciples; it’s just an outer robe,” Lan Shanjun explained with an unchanged expression.

Ling Guang elongated the “Oh” sound, chuckled a few times, and then grew serious to discuss the main issue.

“This morning, Qingcheng and I went to Yun-Meng-Ze and indeed saw Mu Liu coming out,” Ling Guang said, her gaze sweeping over the group. “Hey, where is Mu Fu’an?”

They were all here, so why hadn’t Mu Fu’an, the person concerned, arrived yet?

Lan Shanjun reminded her: “You just said it: Mu Liu came out.” Everyone knew Mu Liu bullied Mu Fu’an.

“I’ll go bring her,” Mo Huaisheng suddenly spoke up.

Xiao Jiu looked up at her, her eyes turning quickly: “I’ll go too, I’ll go too.”

The two left together. Xiao Jiu looked at Mo Huaisheng’s expressionless face and wailed: “What’s wrong with you today? Switching styles? Are you really going to be that silent and elegant master of flute cultivation?”

Mo Huaisheng rolled her eyes at her.

“Talk to me. Something on your mind?”

“Nothing.”

“You do have something on your mind. We’re all friends; I can help you think of something.”

Their voices faded into the distance. Ling Guang took out the roster she had obtained.

Lan Shanjun pointed in the direction Mo Huaisheng and Xiao Jiu left: “Shouldn’t we wait for them?”

Ling Guang waved her hand: “No need. They’ve both already seen it.”

Lan Shanjun nodded.

“There were eleven people not in Yun-Meng-Ze yesterday, plus Mu Fu’an and Huaisheng, making thirteen. Of those eleven, six were called away by Elder Qin to the border of Kunlun Ruins to clear evil spirits early this morning, so they can be excluded,” Ling Guang pointed, picking out the names of five people: Ye Nanyi, Feng Sheng, Du Lin, Nangong Yi, and Jin Li.

Her pale fingertips landed on the name “Feng Sheng.” Ling Guang said: “This person is from the Feng Family, and the Feng Family cultivates Puppet Arts (Kuilu Shu) the best among the Eight Realms of the Four Seas.” If there were two Mu Lius existing simultaneously, it would very likely be Puppet Arts. Ling Guang’s first suspect was Feng Sheng.

Song Qingcheng nodded: “Indeed, Feng Sheng is the most outstanding disciple of the Feng Family generation. Her Puppet Arts are no less inferior to the Feng Family Patriarch’s.”

“But the Feng Family’s ancestral teachings are strict, emphasizing conduct the most. Moreover, Feng Sheng seems to have no dealings with Mu Fu’an. Why would she use Puppet Arts to harm someone?” Zhao Chen gently shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense.”

Ling Guang’s face fell. She supported her chin with her hand, tapping back and forth between the five names with the other: “But the others have no motive either.”

“Let’s test them all,” Zhao Chen took out five leaves. “These are leaves from the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Tree (Qi Qiao Ling Long). They can test whether these few people have come into contact with the Bodhi Tree or Bodhi Vine these past few days.”

“Perfect, one leaf each,” Ling Guang smiled and divided the five leaves evenly.

“Then we split up. If there’s any situation, we communicate via Jade Talisman (Yù Pái).”

Lan Shanjun took a leaf, looked at it, and casually picked one of the five names: “I’ll go test Ye Nanyi.”

Cang Wu followed immediately: “Feng Sheng.”

Zhao Chen: “I’ll go find Nangong Yi.”

Du Lin and Jin Li remained; Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng would choose next. When they received the roster, Ling Guang had already relayed the general locations of these five people’s Cloud Residences to the others via Jade Talisman.

“Ye Nanyi. Such a familiar name,” Lan Shanjun murmured.

On the way, Lan Shanjun opened her Sea of Consciousness (Shi Hai). In this state, she couldn’t enter with her Divine Sense (Shen Shi), so she had to wake up Lan Yan. Lan Yan was in seclusion, surrounded by spiritual power, already in a state of profound realization.

“Lan Yan.” “Lan Yan.” “Lan Yan.” …

The Sea of Consciousness belonged to Lan Shanjun; it was hard for Lan Yan to pretend not to hear. Her eyebrows twitched twice, and she spoke through gritted teeth: “Speak.”

Lan Shanjun ignored her anger and asked: “Is this Ye Nanyi a very important character?”

Lan Yan replied irritably: “Are you asking about that book or the Eight Realms of the Four Seas?”

Lan Shanjun: “Is there a difference?”

Lan Yan scoffed: “That book mostly wrote about the back-and-forth between Senior Sister Xie and Ming Yu; it didn’t reveal anything else. Ye Nanyi is just a name mentioned in some grand scenes, just cannon fodder. But if we’re talking about the Eight Realms of the Four Seas, she is the Young Master of the Life-Crossing Gate (Dusheng Men), comparable to Mo Huaisheng and Song Qingcheng.”

Lan Shanjun asked again: “Did she burn the Bodhi Tree?”

Lan Yan fell silent.

Lan Shanjun opened her mouth: “Sorry, I forgot you couldn’t ascend to Qingyun Academy and don’t know what happened here.”

Lan Yan: “I don’t know who burned the Bodhi Tree, but I know what the person who burned it intended to do.”

Lan Shanjun was delighted: “What?” At least it was a clue.

Lan Yan snorted: “Why should I tell you?”

Lan Shanjun: “…”

“A Bodhi Tree produces a Bodhi Heart after five hundred years, and the Bodhi Heart is a supreme treasure, a rare material for refining medicine and poison. Do you still remember ‘Reincarnation’ (Lunhui)?” Lan Yan spoke anyway.

Lan Shanjun recalled and finally found the plot about ‘Reincarnation’ in the original book. This item was a potent toxin, incurable by any medicine. In the original book, the reason the Villain was able to slaughter across the Four Seas and why the protagonist, Xie Qingshuang, couldn’t stop him was not only because the Villain relied on the Chaos Map (Hundun Tu) but primarily because she had been poisoned by ‘Reincarnation’ and had no room to fight back.

“‘Reincarnation’s’ medicinal catalyst is the Bodhi Heart.”

Lan Shanjun mused: “So the person who burned the Bodhi Tree did it to refine ‘Reincarnation’.”

“Esteemed Immortal Friend, are you looking for someone?”

A clear, refined female voice interrupted Lan Shanjun’s thoughts. She followed the sound and saw a Cloud Residence. Its owner was observing her.

Lan Shanjun realized she had reached the vicinity of Ye Nanyi’s Cloud Residence. She politely bowed to the person in front of her and asked: “Immortal Friend, do you know where Young Master Ye Nanyi’s Cloud Residence is?”

“I am she.”

Lan Shanjun was surprised; she hadn’t expected to ask the person directly upon arrival. Ye Nanyi returned the bow and softly asked: “Immortal Friend Lan Shan, do you have business with me coming to my Cloud Residence?”

Lan Shanjun lowered her gaze. The Seven-Aperture Exquisite Leaf she had been clutching remained emerald green, unchanged. Could it be that I’m too far away?

Lan Shanjun, thinking ‘since I’m here anyway,’ took a step forward. Ye Nanyi merely saw her movement and opened the door to her Cloud Residence. They were within arm’s reach.

“Immortal Friend, are you from Yang Valley?” Ye Nanyi’s demeanor was kind, her smile shallow. “May I be honored to know the Immortal Friend’s name?”

Lan Shanjun nodded slightly: “Lan Shanjun.”

Ye Nanyi nodded and smiled: “A good name.” “What business brings Immortal Friend Lan Shan to my Cloud Residence?”

“I heard the Life-Crossing Gate excels at training beasts, so I specifically came to ask for advice,” Lan Shanjun began fabricating. “I recently acquired a little sable cat that isn’t very obedient. Does Young Master Ye have any methods?”

Ye Nanyi’s eyes curved: “If it’s disobedient, just discipline it. If it knows it was wrong, it won’t dare next time.”

Lan Shanjun gave a distant smile: “Thank you for your advice. Farewell.”

Ye Nanyi nodded.

Watching Lan Shanjun leave, Ye Nanyi closed the door to the Cloud Residence and walked into the inner chamber.

The person inside glared at her angrily, but fearing discovery, lowered their voice: “What exactly did you do!?”

Mu Liu frowned: “This matter has nothing to do with me originally; you don’t need to speak so vaguely.”

Ye Nanyi raised an eyebrow: “Is that so?”

She extended her hand, and in her palm was a deep green Bodhi Heart.

“This is a top-grade medicinal catalyst, after all.”

Ye Nanyi placed the Bodhi Heart in front of Mu Liu, then rested her hand on her shoulder and whispered: “Five years ago, you failed refining ‘Reincarnation,’ and life hasn’t been easy for you in Thousand Poisons Valley these past five years. Don’t you want to prove yourself? After all, you are the most capable one.”

Mu Liu’s gaze gradually deepened.

“Fine.”