Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 61

A short time ago—

After receiving the message from Xiao Jiu, Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng followed her guidance and arrived at the border of Qingyun Academy.

At that time, Tu Wushuang was pointing her sword at Xie Qingshuang. Standing next to her was another person, shrouded in mist, whose figure and appearance could not be seen, but whose aura and oppressive might far surpassed Tu Wushuang’s. This must be the ‘Master’ mentioned by those Flood Dragons earlier.

“If you don’t want to die, untie the rope and leave quickly!” Ming Yu forcefully gripped Xie Qingshuang’s wrist with a strength that was no joke.

Xie Qingshuang did not fear Tu Wushuang, but the person beside her…

“Who is she?”

“Why do you care who she is!” Ming Yu reached out and grabbed at the space between their wrists; an invisible rope was lifted up. “Untie it!”

Xie Qingshuang did not move. This person was clearly after the Vermilion Bird Blade; she couldn’t abandon Ming Yu to deal with it alone.

“Disciple of Xie You?”

The voice hidden in the mist was cold and dull, sounding as if it came from the bottom of the deep sea, causing a suffocating discomfort. Ye Haitang trembled in Xie Qingshuang’s hand, its sword crying out incessantly.

“Hand her over to you,” the woman said to Tu Wushuang.

Tu Wushuang moved her neck upon hearing this, already eager: “Yes.”

A gust of wind blew past, and the mist thinned slightly. Xie Qingshuang saw a pair of hands drawing a bow and arrow, the arrowhead gleaming with a cold light—it was an Ice Arrow forged over a thousand years beneath the Cold Pool. The air stilled, and it seemed countless hands were pulling at Xie Qingshuang’s limbs, preventing her from moving.

“Whoosh—!”

This arrow had condensed almost all the spiritual power within a ten-mile radius, almost tearing space apart, and the arrowhead was aimed directly at Xie Qingshuang’s brow. If she couldn’t evade this arrow, her soul and spirit would be utterly destroyed.

In a flash of lightning and flint, just as Xie Qingshuang broke free from the restraint at the last moment to block the arrow, a hand landed on her shoulder and pulled her violently backward.

Shoulder to shoulder, Ming Yu swiftly raised both their hands. The magical artifact connecting their wrists snapped and dissipated. Xie Qingshuang’s Divine Sense was already connected to the artifact; with it destroyed, she suffered a backlash and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Turning to Ming Yu: “You…”

Ming Yu hadn’t expected her to infuse her Divine Sense into the artifact. A look of astonishment flashed through her eyes, then she looked up toward the other side and violently shoved Xie Qingshuang away.

“Xie Qingshuang, we owe each other nothing now.”

“Senior Sister Xie!”

Ling Guang, who had rushed over, quickly supported Xie Qingshuang. When she looked up, Ming Yu and the mysterious woman were gone. Xie Qingshuang broke free from Ling Guang’s grasp and tried to pursue, but Tu Wushuang was still there, certainly not allowing her to delay matters.

“Blood Concealment Art (Yin Xue Shu)!”

The woman’s pupils instantly turned blood-red, and her sword tip swept out, causing blood mist to erupt. In the blood mist, Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng stood back-to-back, only hearing the clash of blades near their ears. Ling Guang released her mechanical bird, searching for Xie Qingshuang’s silhouette in the mist based on the sound. Song Qingcheng set up a formation around them, attempting to expand its range to completely encompass the blood mist.

Whether disturbed by the mechanical bird or hindered by the formation, the bloody and sharp sword energy swept through the mist, aiming only at the two of them. Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng were both in the Bright Soul (Ming Hun) realm, while Tu Wushuang, utilizing the Blood Concealment Art, had her realm boosted to the peak of the Grand Void (Tai Xu) realm. Due to the suppression of realms, they could not withstand this single strike.

“Qingcheng!”

Song Qingcheng’s vision darkened, then she heard a muffled groan. The person who stood in front of her bent over in pain.

“Ling Guang!” Song Qingcheng scrambled to hug Ling Guang, seeing the incessant bleeding from her abdomen. The sword wound nearly cut across her entire belly. “Why did you block it for me? I still have a Fuyu Island artifact; I wouldn’t die anyway.” Song Qingcheng frantically pulled out various elixirs from her storage ring, forcing herself to calm down, but the sight of the bright red blood stung her eyes, and her hands trembled.

“You aren’t Huan Huan. You’re all grown up, how can you not distinguish priorities? You are the Young Hall Master of the Vermilion Bird Hall; do you know how important your status is?”

Ling Guang gasped in pain, not wanting to hear her nagging. She reached out to vaguely cover Song Qingcheng’s mouth and hummed: “I’m not dead yet, why are you talking so much?”

Song Qingcheng gritted her teeth and glared at Ling Guang with a cold face for the first time: “What’s this about dying? Do you really think you have two lives just because you are a Vermilion Bird?”

Ling Guang pouted: “I do have two lives.” After all, the Vermilion Bird is reborn through Nirvana.

After swallowing the pills Song Qingcheng fed her, Ling Guang frowned upon seeing the barrier closing in around them.

“This barrier…”

Song Qingcheng saw that the wound had stopped bleeding, and her emotions gradually calmed: “What’s wrong with the barrier?”

Ling Guang looked confused: “This barrier seems to have the aura of the Four Directions.”

“Aura of the Four Directions?”

Catching sight of the small feather on Ling Guang’s waist flickering, Song Qingcheng saw it was a message from Lan Shanjun and quickly accepted it. Only after hearing that Lan Shan, Cang Wu, and Zhao Chen were rushing over did she truly relax.

Returning to the main topic, Song Qingcheng looked at the two figures fighting fiercely in mid-air and asked: “Why does Tu Wushuang’s barrier have the aura of the Four Directions?”

“Could the person from before be someone from the Four Halls?”

Ling Guang leaned against Song Qingcheng, her eyelids heavy: “I don’t know.” She didn’t have the energy to think about it anymore.

But since it involved the Four Divine Halls (Si Fang Shen Dian), Song Qingcheng had to think harder. Among the Four Halls, who uses a bow and arrow… Song Qingcheng suddenly looked up; she thought of someone—the Hall Master of the Azure Dragon Hall (Qinglong Dianzhu)! Legend says the Azure Dragon Hall Master, Yun Chi, once pierced the East Sea with a single arrow, forcefully splitting a path beneath the ocean. Could it be her? Have the recent events all been orchestrated by the Azure Dragon Hall? Then the Vermilion Bird Blade might be…

“The Vermilion Bird Blade?” Song Qingcheng suddenly came to her senses.

Ling Guang sobered up slightly upon hearing this: “Yes, where is the blade?” “Also, where are Xiao Jiu and Huaisheng?” They rushed over as soon as they got the message, only to see Xie Qingshuang and Tu Wushuang, but not Xiao Jiu and Mo Huaisheng.

Her gaze swept to the distance where several figures appeared, and a hint of joy flashed in Ling Guang’s eyes. She tried to push herself up: “Lan Shan and the others are here!”

Song Qingcheng firmly pressed her down: “Don’t move recklessly, we are still inside the barrier.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the barrier shattered with a crash. Cang Wu had broken the barrier with one sword strike. The group saw Ling Guang collapsed in Song Qingcheng’s embrace, with a large bloody mark on her lower abdomen, the location suggesting it targeted her Dantian Spiritual Root. Lan Shanjun’s face darkened; the attacker intended to cripple Ling Guang’s cultivation entirely.

“Senior Sister, go check on Ling Guang first,” Cang Wu turned her head and said. This time, Lan Shanjun said nothing; Ling Guang’s condition was indeed critical. Lan Shanjun and Zhao Chen went over together.

“What happened?” Zhao Chen squatted down, probing Ling Guang’s meridians while asking.

Ling Guang was about to speak when Song Qingcheng reached out and covered her mouth, quickly explaining the situation they had witnessed in a few sentences. Lan Shanjun listened to them speak, but her eyes were constantly focused on the other side.

Tu Wushuang saw Cang Wu and her expression changed, like a hawk spotting a rabbit running on the ground. She glanced sideways at Xie Qingshuang, and the sword in her hand wavered slightly.

“Your swordsmanship is indeed excellent, but you are injured and lacking in focus today. Our duel is unfair,” she said. Then, she shifted the tip of her sword toward Cang Wu. Tu Wushuang’s lips curled up: “Let’s fight instead.”

Seeing Tu Wushuang change targets and stop obstructing her, Xie Qingshuang glanced toward Lan Shanjun’s side. A flicker of hesitation crossed her features, but upon remembering Ming Yu, that hint of hesitation completely vanished, and she quickly flew away on her sword.

Cang Wu let out a faint hum upon seeing Xie Qingshuang leave so directly.

“Your realm is too low. How about I don’t use the Blood Concealment Art?” Tu Wushuang glanced at the sword in Cang Wu’s hand and clicked her tongue: “A low-grade sword like this doesn’t suit you.”

Cang Wu suddenly looked up, a hint of ferocity appearing in her eyes. Without warning, she struck out with her sword, her figure appearing ghost-like behind Tu Wushuang, the tip aimed directly at her lower back—also the location of her Spiritual Root.

“Whether it suits me or not is for me to say.”

Tu Wushuang reacted swiftly, dodging both the sword energy in front of her and the sharp blade behind her with incredibly tricky maneuvers. This was the change brought by practicing the Blood Concealment Art—her body was like boneless, capable of random deformation.

“Good! Again!” Tu Wushuang’s blood boiled; Cang Wu’s single strike had ignited her fighting spirit.

Without the Blood Concealment Art, their exchange of blows was no longer obscured by blood mist. Their movements were swift; in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged hundreds of moves.

“Tu Wushuang is just a sword maniac. She won’t stop until she beats someone until they can’t lift their sword,” Lan Shanjun’s tone was heavy as her eyes remained fixed on Cang Wu’s figure. If it truly came to that, would Cang Wu be forced to reveal her true form? Lan Shanjun pursed her lips, wanting to send a message to Cang Wu to find a chance to escape, but fearing her sound transmission might cause Cang Wu to lose focus. Tu Wushuang struck viciously, always targeting people’s vital points.

“Where did this person even come from?” Ling Guang’s voice held a trace of weakness.

Lan Shanjun glanced over, finally diverting some attention to Ling Guang: “How is it?”

Zhao Chen replied: “The sword energy injured her spiritual meridian, but luckily, it wasn’t deep.” If it had been any deeper, once the meridian was severed, Ling Guang’s cultivation would likely not even touch the Golden Core (Jin Dan) realm.

“We must hurry back and find a Medicine Cultivator for targeted treatment.”

With that, everyone’s gaze simultaneously turned toward Cang Wu’s side.

“Zhao Chen, please take Ling Guang back first,” Song Qingcheng gently pushed Ling Guang toward Zhao Chen. Zhao Chen reached out to support Ling Guang. Before Ling Guang could say anything, Song Qingcheng activated a teleportation formation beneath their feet. Such a formation used for travel between two locations typically appeared in Immortal Sects or Immortal Family towns, providing transit for cultivators. However, activating the formation still required a significant amount of spiritual power. Fuyu Island was a gathering place for Formation Masters, so casting a teleportation formation wasn’t difficult for Song Qingcheng as its Young Master. If it were just herself, a few round trips would only cost some spiritual power. But now she was sending away everyone except herself; to prevent any mishap mid-formation, her spiritual power loss would be several times the usual amount.

As the formation spun, Ling Guang and Zhao Chen’s figures slowly faded. After sending them off, Song Qingcheng turned to Lan Shanjun: “Lan Shan, let’s bring Cang Wu back together.” Saying that, she once again gathered spiritual power and conjured a new teleportation formation on the spot. Lan Shanjun understood her intention.

Seeing the two entangled figures in mid-air, she stepped forward with the wind. The chain blade shot out from her hand, instantly extending for several hundred meters, wrapping around the clashing sword edges with wind blades, heading straight for them.

Just as they were thoroughly enjoying the fight and were interrupted, Tu Wushuang narrowed her eyes in displeasure and looked at Lan Shanjun.

“Seeking death!”

Her empty, un剑-wielding hand reached out toward Lan Shanjun from thin air. Lan Shanjun felt a massive suction force, offered no resistance, and allowed herself to be pulled over.

“Senior Sister!” Cang Wu didn’t know what they were planning. Seeing Lan Shanjun about to be captured, she was greatly alarmed. Her dragon claws materialized, violently grabbing Tu Wushuang’s left hand and wrenching it upward. The sharp claws dug deep into the muscle and bone, mercilessly pouring Dragon’s Breath (Long Xi) in.

Tu Wushuang’s expression instantly became ferocious as her Blood Concealment Art erupted. In the second before her vision was blocked by the blood mist, Lan Shanjun saw Cang Wu, swung her chain blade out, rolling to pull Cang Wu back to her side.

“Song Qingcheng!” Lan Shanjun shouted loudly.

A golden formation instantly materialized, spinning rapidly. Lan Shanjun, carrying Cang Wu, arrived beside Song Qingcheng.

“Trying to run?” Tu Wushuang, recovering her senses, appeared instantly before the three, swinging her sword directly at the one manipulating the formation. Song Qingcheng was controlling the formation and couldn’t dodge this strike at all. Her only path to survival was to accelerate the teleportation formation’s operation, but she had just sent Ling Guang and Zhao Chen away; she currently lacked the spiritual power to teleport the three of them away immediately. Song Qingcheng’s heart felt like it was about to leap out as she watched Tu Wushuang’s sword get closer and closer to her brow…

“Clang—!”

A sword appeared horizontally in front of her. Song Qingcheng’s breathing hitched. At this angle, Cang Wu could only hold her sword horizontally across her shoulder. On the other side, Lan Shanjun had already tightly wrapped her chain blade around Tu Wushuang’s sword-wielding wrist. The blade still managed to slice through the spiritual robe. Lan Shanjun looked over nervously, and through the gap in the robe, she saw a layer of blue scales. Scales were flesh and blood too; Cang Wu would feel pain.

In an instant, killing intent arose in Lan Shanjun’s heart. She wanted Tu Wushuang dead. Tu Wushuang’s left hand was injured, and her right hand was deadlocked with Cang Wu; she might not react in time if attacked now. Wind blades condensed in her palm; Lan Shanjun narrowed her eyes.

But just as the wind blades were about to be unleashed, the person before her turned into Zhao Chen. Lan Shanjun’s eyes widened sharply.

Wait! An attack delivered with nearly full power couldn’t be recalled so easily.