Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 62

The spiritual power shook violently, scattering the surrounding Cloud Residences due to the powerful fluctuations. Many people in the Academy poked their heads out to look.

“What’s happening?” “Did someone break through a realm again?” “Isn’t that near the Young Hall Master of the Vermilion Bird Hall’s Cloud Residence? Nothing major can happen; let’s continue.” “True.”

After some rustling noises, few people paid further attention to the area.

Lan Shanjun’s chest ached stiflingly, and fine threads of blood seeped from the corner of her lips. Just as the wind blade was about to strike Zhao Chen, a blinding white light suddenly erupted, and then she was thrown backward by a surge of powerful spiritual energy. Fortunately, the surroundings were made of clouds, so crashing into them didn’t hurt, though she suffered some internal injuries.

Crawling out of the pile of clouds, Lan Shanjun anxiously went to check on Zhao Chen. She saw that amidst the mess, only Zhao Chen was still standing perfectly fine, not even a strand of hair out of place. Lan Shanjun breathed a huge sigh of relief. Thank goodness, thank goodness…

Song Qingcheng had suffered a much greater loss of spiritual power and was directly shaken unconscious.

“Are you… alright?” Zhao Chen hesitantly reached out, unsure who to help up first.

“Fine, fine, cough, cough—” Lan Shanjun waved her hand and walked over to pull Cang Wu out of the cloud pile.

Cang Wu stood up, and her two horns became visible. Seeing this, Lan Shanjun quickly raised her hand to cover them, an action that was essentially throwing herself into Cang Wu’s embrace.

Lan Shanjun: “…” Oh, what an awkward posture.

With a light scoff, Lan Shanjun pinched Cang Wu’s horns in a manner similar to how she had chastised her by pulling her ear. Then, she put on her Senior Sister demeanor: “Let go.”

Horns were not like ears. Cang Wu instantly blushed, looking at her with a complicated expression. Lan Shanjun’s heart skipped a beat. She realized belatedly that she might have pinched the wrong spot. She slowly released her hand, squeezed out of Cang Wu’s embrace, and turned away as if nothing had happened.

She moved to Zhao Chen’s side and examined her from head to toe, confirming she hadn’t been injured by her own stray attack.

“That scared me to death,” Lan Shanjun said, still shaken. The moment happened too quickly; Zhao Chen seemed not to have fully reacted: “What happened?”

“I almost hurt you just now.” Lan Shanjun dared not say ‘almost killed you.’ Judging by Zhao Chen’s condition, she must have some protective artifact on her.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chen’s eyes curved: “I’m fine.”

“Where is Ling Guang?” Lan Shanjun did not see Ling Guang’s figure in the Cloud Residence.

Zhao Chen whispered: “Elder Xue took her away.”

Lan Shanjun felt relieved.

After giving Song Qingcheng a few pills to replenish spiritual power, she slowly woke up. She had also sustained some internal injuries, and her complexion was paler than usual. Seeing the three people surrounding her, Song Qingcheng decisively stood up, tidied her spiritual robe, and lifted her chin slightly.

“I’m going to see Ling Guang.”

Song Qingcheng walked away quickly, her posture looking somewhat uncomfortable and flustered. The Young Mistress of Fuyu Island’s nature was still that way; she only relaxed around Ling Guang.

“Let’s go.” Ling Guang was injured; Dean Xuan would likely know about this matter now.

Leaving the Cloud Residence, Lan Shanjun and the others saw two figures rushing toward them from a distance. Xiao Jiu and Mo Huaisheng.

The two were panting, with sweat on their foreheads.

Lan Shanjun asked with confusion: “Where were you two?”

Xiao Jiu waved her hand, gasping for breath: “We were trapped.”

Mo Huaisheng was slightly better; she explained: “We went to find Mu Fu’an. Midway, we suddenly sensed killing intent, right within the Qingyun Academy grounds. Fearing some ill-intentioned person had snuck in, we chased after it, only to see Senior Sister Xie, Ming Yu, and Tu Wushuang!”

“When Tu Wushuang said she wanted the Vermilion Bird Blade, Xiao Jiu quickly sent a sound transmission to Ling Guang. We wanted to follow and see, but an arrow was shot from somewhere, directly tearing through space and dragging Mo Huaisheng and me in. It took us quite some effort to get out.”

Xiao Jiu put her hand on Mo Huaisheng’s shoulder, saying crossly: “What effort? Didn’t I lead the way while running?”

Mo Huaisheng smiled at her: “Isn’t that because you run fast?”

Xiao Jiu looked up at them: “Where are Ling Guang and the others? Haven’t they returned?”

Lan Shanjun told them what had happened previously. Xiao Jiu and Mo Huaisheng immediately straightened up, their expressions turning solemn. Xiao Jiu smacked her forehead in frustration: “I knew I should have told Ling Guang later.”

“Don’t worry. With Elder Xue and Dean Xuan there, Ling Guang will be fine,” Mo Huaisheng comforted her.

Xiao Jiu nodded. “Let’s hurry over too!”

“Good.”

On the way, Lan Shanjun fell silent for a long time. Cang Wu noticed and asked: “Senior Sister, what are you thinking about?” Zhao Chen, walking in front, slowed down to walk alongside them, with Xiao Jiu and Mo Huaisheng leading the way.

“Someone capable of tearing space with a single arrow to trap the Young Hall Master of the White Tiger Hall (Baihu Dian) and the Young Master of the Listening Snow Tower (Tingxue Lou) must have a cultivation realm above the Grand Void realm. Since she had the ability to trap Xiao Jiu and Huaisheng, why would she let Ling Guang and Qingcheng catch up?”

Zhao Chen voiced exactly what Lan Shanjun was thinking. Lan Shanjun felt she had found a kindred spirit, her eyes flashing brightly for a moment as she nodded vigorously.

“Exactly.” That was what she was pondering.

Cang Wu glanced at Zhao Chen and silently pursed her lips.

“What does Zhao Chen think?” Lan Shanjun asked.

Zhao Chen shook her head, her brow slightly furrowed; she hadn’t figured it out either.

Lan Shanjun speculated boldly: “Could it be they are targeting Ling Guang? After all, the Vermilion Bird Blade belongs to the Vermilion Bird Hall.”

Zhao Chen let out a light laugh and shifted her gaze to the side.

“Lan Shan, is what you said genuine, or are you trying to appease me?”

Lan Shanjun was momentarily stunned, not understanding what she meant.

“Hmm?”

“For a hundred years, Yang Valley has remained detached from worldly affairs and never participated in the conflicts between the Four Halls. Why the sudden action this time?” Zhao Chen’s voice was calm. “Lan Shan, why did you all come to Qingyun Academy?”

To follow the plot. Lan Shanjun fell silent. Initially, it was to follow the plot, and later, it was under the command of the Valley Master.

“Zhao Chen, what are you trying to say?” Lan Shanjun spoke directly.

Zhao Chen cast a barrier around the two of them.

Cang Wu, blocked outside the barrier: “…?”

“Lan Shan, why didn’t you strike just now?” Zhao Chen reached out and precisely gripped Lan Shanjun’s wrist, having already tested that she had internal injuries. “If you forcibly retracted that strike, you might have died too.”

Lan Shanjun was utterly confused: “????” “Why would I strike? That was just an accident.” Why would I attack Zhao Chen? The one I wanted to kill was clearly Tu Wushuang.

Zhao Chen’s brow showed doubt: “You weren’t trying to kill me?”

Lan Shanjun finally understood, and resentment welled up in her heart. She forcefully pulled her hand free from Zhao Chen’s: “We are friends. Why would I kill you?”

Zhao Chen held her hand suspended in the air for a long time.

“Friends…” Zhao Chen suddenly smiled: “I wasn’t mistaken. You are different from them.”

Lan Shanjun responded inexplicably: “What exactly are you saying?”

Zhao Chen: “Just now you said, ‘The Vermilion Bird Blade belongs to the **Vermilion Bird Hall’.’ That statement is wrong. The moment the Vermilion Bird Blade was stolen, it no longer belonged to the Vermilion Bird Hall. Otherwise, why would Qingyun Academy, which is usually only visited by rogue cultivators, suddenly have so many disciples from various Immortal Sects and Immortal Families during this period?”

Lan Shanjun had considered this when reading the original book; she could guess that all these people were after the Vermilion Bird Blade. In such a situation, one less person meant one more chance. No wonder Zhao Chen had thought she was trying to seize the opportunity to kill her just now.

“Is that blade very powerful?” It needed these Immortal Sects and Families to send their best disciples to fight over it.

Zhao Chen: “The Vermilion Bird Blade was forged by the Vermilion Bird Ancestor in the form of a Six-Tailed Vermilion Bird. It can break Dragon Scales and shatter Mysterious Armor. Whichever Immortal Sect or Family obtains the Vermilion Bird Blade, the Four Halls will view them with great caution.”

Lan Shanjun was slightly surprised, understanding why a single blade could attract so many people.

“What about you?” Lan Shanjun asked softly. The person who stole the Vermilion Bird Blade was hiding in Qingyun Academy. Ling Guang came to retrieve her own property, so what about Zhao Chen and Xiao Jiu…?

“Naturally, for the Vermilion Bird Blade too,” Zhao Chen did not hide her objective at all.

Lan Shanjun lowered her gaze, suddenly feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.

“However, that is the Hall Master’s intent, not mine,” Zhao Chen’s tone was light. “Something so many people are fighting over—why should I, a blind person, expect to get it?” Saying that, Zhao Chen curved her eyes toward Lan Shanjun. “Does Lan Shan want that blade too?”

Lan Shanjun looked at Zhao Chen’s features. Although one looks into a person’s heart through their eyes, Zhao Chen’s eyes were veiled by a layer of mist, making them unclear. Yet, she was willing to believe her words. Zhao Chen sharing this information with her was already a sign of candor. Lan Shanjun’s lips curved into a light smile: “I don’t want it either; it’s too heavy; I can’t lift it.” Zhao Chen was amused by her words.

She waved her hand and dispelled the barrier. Cang Wu heard the cheerful laughter from the two.

“…” What are they talking about?

Outside the Qingyun Academy border—

Ming Yu gripped the blade tightly. The disguise Xie Qingshuang had placed on the blade had completely dissipated, revealing its true form. The narrow blade was engraved with flame patterns; the entire sword resembled a long, thin Vermilion Bird tail feather, light and slender. Ming Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, a gash from the arrow having cut across her cheek, letting the blood stream down. She was half-submerged in the river, supporting herself only by leaning on a rock by the shore.

The woman slowly landed in front of her, drawing her bow and aiming an arrow at her forehead.

“Why bother? Hand over the blade obediently, and I might spare your life.”

Ming Yu scoffed in anger: “Hypocrite!”

“Don’t you want revenge for your clansmen?”

Upon hearing about her clansmen, rage erupted in Ming Yu’s eyes. She plunged the blade into the water and forced herself to stand up: “You used these words to trick me back then!”

“Did I trick you? How did I trick you? Didn’t Bu Xian and Bu Ye Cheng both fall into chaos? Suspicion and struggle among the Four Directions—isn’t this what you wanted?”

Ming Yu pointed her blade at the woman, blood mixing with sweat and flowing down: “Don’t mention Bu Ye Cheng to me. Back then, you said you were going to steal the blade, and you and Tu Wushuang would hold off the Vermilion Bird Hall Master—where were you two!?”

“Heh, you were just using me to lure away the Vermilion Bird Hall Master. Your real goal was that little Vermilion Bird, right? Don’t think I don’t know your scheme. If I could lure away the Vermilion Bird Hall Master, no one in Bu Ye Cheng could match your strength, and the little Vermilion Bird would surely die; if I failed to lure away the Vermilion Bird Hall Master and steal the Vermilion Bird Blade, you could retreat safely and come back for the Vermilion Bird Blade later.”

“Very clever,” the woman squeezed the arrow fletching with force, her tone turning cold. “It’s a pity you died.”

The arrow she had fully charged was released. Ming Yu’s pupils shrank drastically.

“Raise your hand!”

Hearing the familiar voice, Ming Yu’s heart skipped a beat, and her hand had already lifted. A warm body pressed against her back, and a hand grasped hers, turning the blade upward. The blade met the arrowhead, splitting the arrow in two, but the scattered spiritual energy still struck both of them. Those motes of energy were like countless tiny arrows, piercing directly through their bodies. A sweet metallic taste flooded their mouths. Ming Yu shouted in question: “Why did you follow me!?”

Xie Qingshuang’s mouth and nose were also filled with bloody air. She raised her other hand to block in front of Ming Yu, creating a barrier in an embracing posture to shield them from the spiritual energy arrows.

“I want you to owe me so much that you can never repay it!”

“Xie Qingshuang, we owe each other nothing now.” Ming Yu recalled her own words, and a complex mixture of emotions rose in her heart.

Xie Qingshuang channeled spiritual power into the hand gripping Ming Yu’s and slashed a blow toward the woman in the sky. The Vermilion Bird Blade cut through the air like a broken bamboo, and the woman dodged the sharp edge by moving sideways. Seizing the opportunity, Xie Qingshuang immediately pulled Ming Yu and flew away on her sword.

“Whoosh—!”

An arrow split the air and exploded, chasing after them.