Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 59

After checking Ye Nanyi and finding that her Seven-Aperture Exquisite Leaf showed no change, Lan Shanjun headed in the opposite direction from Ling Guang’s Cloud Residence and found the one belonging to Dean Xuan where official matters were handled.

Before she could offer a greeting, a voice came from inside—

“Come in.”

Lan Shanjun was only briefly surprised; thinking of the Dean’s status, she didn’t find it strange. How could an Immortal’s power not sense someone standing outside her residence?

She pushed the door open and entered. Dean Xuan was not working at her desk but was seated by the table, with a sword laid before her. Lan Shanjun had seen that sword not long ago; it was the natal artifact sword of the Upper Immortal Chang Feng.

Lan Shanjun offered a formal greeting and sat down where the Dean gestured.

“The Dean knew I would come?”

Dean Xuan raised her hand and stroked the sword’s body. The artifact sword dissolved into a wisp of dust smoke, passing through a crack in the window to search the Eight Realms of the Four Seas for the next person fated to connect with it.

“You have doubts in your heart.”

Lan Shanjun nodded: “Yes.” She looked up, gazing at the Immortal before her: “The Dean knows I met Qiu Shui before. Does that mean you also know how Qiu Shui went back?”

Dean Xuan must have had her reasons for sending this group to White Horse Town (Baima Zhen). Lan Shanjun wasn’t sure about the others, but Dean Xuan sending her must be related to Qiu Shui. Recalling some of the Dean’s previous words, Lan Shanjun was almost certain that this Upper Immortal knew her identity—that she was not originally from this world.

Dean Xuan did not answer, only asking: “Do you want to go back?”

Lan Shanjun did not answer immediately. She actually didn’t know the answer to this question. She had no sense of belonging in this world, but the thought that everything she experienced here would become a story in a book after she left—her teachers, her friends, and Cang Wu—all merely characters described in text, whose lives could not be chosen but had to follow a set script—Lan Shanjun could not accept that.

When faced with an irreconcilable dilemma, people always deliberately avoid it. Perhaps this was also why she had delayed dealing with Lan Yan. She figured if the day came when she returned, the ‘Lan Shanjun’ of this world wouldn’t suddenly disappear.

“I don’t know,” Lan Shanjun replied truthfully.

Dean Xuan extended her hand, her fingertip landing on Lan Shanjun’s brow from a distance. Pure Immortal power drilled in and circulated along her meridians.

“Since you are here, you should find peace. Moreover, even if you wanted to leave now, you couldn’t,” Dean Xuan withdrew her hand. “The estrus period of a demonic beast arrives fiercely; a mortal body is hard-pressed to resist it. Although there won’t be any more life-threatening danger, once the body adapts, the situation could become much worse.”

Instantly, her blood rushed upward, and Lan Shanjun’s cheeks grew hot. The image of her grabbing Cang Wu and kissing her flashed through her mind. For a moment, she ignored the Dean’s preceding words and whispered: “How much worse?”

Dean Xuan coughed and said lightly: “If the frequency of estrus increases, your body will begin to develop dependence and craving for that demon.”

Lan Shanjun: “…”

That was very bad. She remembered this was a story by Xiao Lü Jiang. How could a story so pure it didn’t even have dregs have such a setting?

After a moment of silence, Lan Shanjun asked about the Dean’s previous statement: “The Dean previously said the egg in my Sea of Consciousness is proof of my existence in this world. Is it because of its existence that I cannot return?”

Lan Shanjun was sharp-minded, and Dean Xuan nodded.

“Dean Xuan, I have one more thing to ask.” Lan Shanjun raised her hand and grasped a wisp of wind, circulating spiritual power in her palm. “This body only has a Water Spiritual Root. The ability to manipulate wind was bestowed by Upper Immortal Chang Feng, so was it Upper Immortal Chang Feng who brought me to this world?”

Dean Xuan turned her head to look out the window. Flowing clouds churned with the wind: “Chang Feng cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness to become an Immortal. Her Immortal power has almost completely dissipated with her love for Qiu Shui. To stabilize the formation on Kunlun Ruins, she can only cultivate day and night to maintain her realm. She believed that as long as she didn’t speak of it, as long as she hid that love, the Heavenly Dao wouldn’t notice, and she could start over to make up for her lost cultivation. But it’s been too long; Qiu Shui couldn’t wait.”

“The jade ring Chang Feng gifted to Qiu Shui contained her Immortal power. After Qiu Shui disappeared, she noticed that Immortal power hadn’t dissipated, realizing Qiu Shui wasn’t dead yet. She was punished by the Heavenly Dao and imprisoned in that place, leading her to conceive the idea of operating an Evil Formation. She wanted to see Qiu Shui one last time, to tell Qiu Shui the words she hadn’t said back then.”

“You should have seen those Soul Banners (Hun Fan). Every banner is woven with Chang Feng’s Immortal power. Relying on the undissipated Immortal power in the jade ring, Chang Feng created her own prison for a thousand years, developing an obsession. The former Upper Immortal Chang Feng had a steadfast Dao Heart; even if she developed a Heart Demon, she could remain clear-headed. An Immortal who develops demonic nature is an abomination to the Heavenly Dao, but she didn’t care.”

“That Evil Formation is a forbidden technique. Chang Feng cast it with her divine soul. She found the jade ring containing her Immortal power in another world, but she didn’t expect it to bring you. The Immortal power in that jade ring formed the wind manipulation ability on you.”

Lan Shanjun thought: Just as she had guessed, Upper Immortal Chang Feng brought her to this world through that jade ring. So, whether she acted or not, Upper Immortal Chang Feng would perish. Dean Xuan sent her there to fulfill Chang Feng’s final wish—to see Qiu Shui one last time in her memory.

Lan Shanjun sighed internally, feeling the gentle breeze at her fingertips, falling silent.

“When Chang Feng passes into immortality, the Soul Banners will dissipate, and the Immortal power in the jade ring will vanish with them.”

Lan Shanjun blinked, confused: “But I can still manipulate the wind.”

Dean Xuan smiled cryptically. Lan Shanjun quickly circulated her spiritual power through her body, and next to the azure Water Spiritual Root in her Dantian, a tiny spiritual root emerged, connecting to her meridians and growing slowly.

She had grown a Wind Spiritual Root!

Lan Shanjun looked up in astonishment. Dean Xuan’s eyes shifted slightly, seemingly looking toward the door, then moved away after one glance.

“This is Chang Feng’s final gift to you. She is very sorry for bringing you here.”

All the questions in her heart were answered, so Lan Shanjun took her leave from Dean Xuan.

Gathering outside Ling Guang’s Cloud Residence, Lan Shanjun and Cang Wu arrived one after the other. Cang Wu’s mood seemed low, with no trace of a smile on her face. After Cang Wu sat down, Lan Shanjun leaned closer and quietly asked: “What happened?”

Cang Wu stared at her fixedly for a long time, all her emotion pressed deep in her eyes, making it impossible to read. Lan Shanjun couldn’t decipher her look, but vaguely felt that Cang Wu had become like this because of her.

When everyone was assembled, they took out the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Leaves. Only Cang Wu’s had turned withered yellow.

“It’s Feng Sheng!” Ling Guang slammed the table and stood up. After slamming it, she shook her hand in pain. Song Qingcheng automatically took her hand to rub it.

Ling Guang enjoyed the first intimate service from the Young Master of Floating Jade Island (Fuyu Dao) and asked verbally: “Xiao Jiu and the others haven’t returned yet? Does finding someone take this long?”

Speak of the devil, the crimson tail feather hanging from Ling Guang’s waist flickered—it was a message from Xiao Jiu via sound transmission.

“Ling Guang, there’s news about your Vermilion Bird Blade (Zhuque Dao).”

Ling Guang shot up instantly. She hadn’t forgotten the real reason for coming to Qingyun Academy: bringing back that Vermilion Bird Blade.

“Qingcheng, let’s go find Xiao Jiu.”

“Okay.”

Before leaving, Ling Guang didn’t forget the matter here. She looked at Lan Shanjun: “Lan Shan, we’ll trouble you and Cang Wu to go over regarding Feng Sheng.”

Lan Shanjun nodded, also curious about whose hands the Vermilion Bird Blade was in.

“Let’s go too,” Lan Shanjun stood up and said to Cang Wu, then turned to look at the quietly seated Zhao Chen: “Zhao Chen, let’s go together.”

Zhao Chen nodded and slung her Qin onto her back. When they were in Sleepless City (Buye Cheng), Zhao Chen was always accompanied by Ye Sheng. Now that she was alone at Qingyun Academy, Lan Shanjun felt her figure occasionally exuded a sense of loneliness. Come to think of it, Zhao Chen had helped her quite a bit; Lan Shanjun truly considered her a friend.

“Zhao Chen, what do you think about Feng Sheng?” Lan Shanjun tried to start a conversation.

Zhao Chen’s voice came through her veil: “I went to the Feng Family with the Hall Master before and met Feng Sheng once. She is not an insidious person, but one knows the person but not their heart; I cannot say for sure.”

“What about Ye Nanyi?”

Lan Shanjun frowned slightly: “The Seven-Aperture Exquisite Leaf didn’t react, but her words made me somewhat uncomfortable.”

Cang Wu asked quickly: “What did she say to Senior Sister?”

Lan Shanjun thought about it again and felt it wasn’t much—perhaps it was because she didn’t understand beast taming. So she shook her head: “Actually, nothing much. I made up a reason to get close to her; she might have seen through it.”

Cang Wu nodded, already having an idea in mind.

“Why did Zhao Chen suddenly ask about Ye Nanyi?” Lan Shanjun asked.

Zhao Chen: “In the secret realm test opened by Elder Xue, Mu Liu got into a dispute with someone. I heard her call her ‘Young Master Ye’; I don’t know if it was Ye Nanyi.”

Ye Nanyi had actually interacted with Mu Liu.

Many thoughts flashed through her mind. Lan Shanjun suddenly caught the tail end of an idea. Bodhi Heart, the catalyst for ‘Reincarnation.’ A idea without a beginning or end; when she couldn’t connect the dots, Lan Shanjun pushed it aside.

The three quickly found Feng Sheng. Feng Sheng was working on her puppet, which had complete skin, flesh, and bone structure, but those eyes looked exceptionally familiar.

“Here again, three people this time?” Feng Sheng spoke without even looking up. “What do you three want with me?”

Lan Shanjun and Zhao Chen gave slight bows of courtesy. Cang Wu lagged a step behind, her gaze seemingly fixed on something in the void as she spaced out. Even if they followed the strategy of ‘courtesy before force,’ they had to observe the etiquette. Feng Sheng put down the work in her hands and returned the bow. Her gaze swept over Lan Shanjun and Zhao Chen, briefly glanced over Cang Wu, and she said softly: “What do the three of you want?”

Lan Shanjun sensed that Feng Sheng seemed somewhat resistant to them, so she said warmly: “We mean no harm.”

Feng Sheng let out a light snort: “Who knows? Being struck by a palm that almost killed me just now was also ‘no malice’?”

The words were extremely cold. Feng Sheng’s eyes were glued to Cang Wu; the person who struck her was self-evident.

Suddenly, Lan Shanjun noticed that the puppet Feng Sheng was making also turned its eyes to look over, as if it had come alive. As her eyes met the puppet’s, the strange sense of familiarity grew stronger. In an instant, Lan Shanjun felt as if she were looking in a mirror. Those eyes… they were like mine.

Just as Lan Shanjun realized something, sword energy swept past her face, instantly splitting the half-formed puppet into dust.

The painstakingly crafted puppet was reduced to scraps, but Feng Sheng wasn’t angry. She raised an eyebrow: “This is ‘no malice’?”

Cang Wu stepped forward to Lan Shanjun’s side. Her long sword was already sheathed. She snorted coldly: “If I had malice, it wouldn’t be just a puppet that was shattered.”

It would have been you. Feng Sheng read that meaning in Cang Wu’s eyes.

“Cang Wu,” Lan Shanjun reached out and pressed on Cang Wu’s wrist.

She knew her Senior Sister preferred the compliant and adorable type, but Cang Wu’s disguise was already showing cracks everywhere, and she didn’t want to pretend anymore, so she didn’t back down; her attitude remained firm and cold.

“Senior Sister, she made the puppet’s eyes look exactly like yours. Was I wrong to strike it?”

The pads of her fingers gently hooked the wrist beneath her hand, and Cang Wu’s breathing hitched.

“No.”