Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 63

“Go!”

Xie Qingshuang abruptly shoved Ming Yu, turning to face the arrow that could easily claim her life.

Ming Yu, tightly clutching the edge of her sleeve, stumbled but remained by the woman’s side.

Opening her mouth, she could still taste a trace of blood. Ming Yu stubbornly stood beside Xie Qingshuang.

“This is my business. If anyone is leaving, it’s you.”

Before her words faded, the air compressed, and a frigid arrow breath enveloped them. The surrounding water vapor also began to rapidly condense into ice.

Knowing that the Vermillion Bird Blade  could split the arrow, Ming Yu was already prepared.

As the blade turned horizontally to meet it, Xie Qingshuang grabbed Ming Yu’s hand from the side and poured a surge of spiritual power into her.

Just like before, the arrow was split in two, but this time it did not dissipate into a rain of spiritual arrows. Instead, it transformed into two identical ice arrows.

At such a close distance, Xie Qingshuang and Ming Yu had no way to dodge.

The woman in the distance curled her lips, about to step forward, when she suddenly sensed an incomparably pure aura. She bit her lip in frustration and turned to leave.

The Vermillion Bird Blade, which had been within her grasp, was lost just like that.

The two arrows were forcefully stopped at a finger’s distance in front of the pair, transforming into a handful of scattered snow.

Xie Qingshuang’s heart, which had been racing, settled down. She turned her head and saw a figure standing at the boundary of the Qingyun Academy barrier.

She turned and bowed: “Headmaster Xuan.”

Ming Yu hid the Vermillion Bird Blade behind her and also performed a courtesy: “Headmaster.”

Headmaster Xuan gave a soft acknowledging hum. Her gaze pierced through the layers of obstruction and fell upon the person who had fled.

Yun Chi?

Xie Qingshuang, daringly, asked: “Headmaster Xuan, do you know who that person was?”

Headmaster Xuan withdrew her gaze, letting it rest on Ming Yu, and spoke softly: “I do not know.”

“Both your mother and your birth mother were people with great compassion. Perhaps there was a hidden motive behind the events of that year? Have you ever considered that?”

Xie Qingshuang’s vision shifted slightly to the side.

Ming Yu tightly pursed her lips, her hand behind her gripping the hilt of the blade so hard that the patterns on it dug into her flesh, yet she refused to let go. She spoke in a low voice: “I saw the events of that year with my own eyes.”

Headmaster Xuan sighed: “I have said all I can. The path ahead still depends on you.”

After Headmaster Xuan left, Xie Qingshuang moved her lips, intending to ask Ming Yu something, but she was cut off by a single sentence—

“I will repay your kindness in saving me, but do not ask any more about my affairs.”

Xie Qingshuang had no choice but to swallow her questions again.

“Then let’s go back first.”

Ming Yu did not move. Xie Qingshuang added a few more words: “That person just now had profound cultivation. She will not give up since she didn’t get the Vermillion Bird Blade. The Academy is at least safe.”

Ming Yu finally moved, shaking off Xie Qingshuang’s hand and walking toward the Academy barrier with a cold expression.

Xie Qingshuang’s lips curved upward, but then her chest tightened in a dull pain. Her body swayed. When Ming Yu looked back, she quickly stabilized herself and stood firm.

Meeting Ming Yu’s doubtful gaze, Xie Qingshuang smiled at her.

Inside the Azure Dragon Hall

“Bang—!”

Tu Wushuang’s body flew up and was violently slammed against the hall door. Her expression was painful and twisted, a flash of ferocity crossing her eyes. But it lasted only for a brief moment, quickly replaced by fear when she looked up at the woman above her.

“Mistress…”

“How am I supposed to get that body full of Dragon Scales  and transform from a Jiao (- a type of flood dragon) into a true Dragon without the Vermillion Bird Blade!”

The woman’s cold voice was close to her ear. Tu Wushuang was lifted entirely into the air. She had consumed Dragon Blood and cultivated the Hidden Blood Art, achieving the fastest swordsmanship in the Four Seas. But the price was that she had to be a slave to the person before her for the rest of her life.

“Since Mistress could enter Qingyun Academy, why not take the blade directly?” Tu Wushuang managed to speak with difficulty.

The woman coldly snorted, throwing her aside again.

“Headmaster Xuan is a true immortal. If I failed to seize this opportunity, where would the second one come from? What if she discovered me…”

The woman’s voice grew softer and softer. Before she could finish, Tu Wushuang suddenly convulsed painfully. She gasped for air, her neck veins bulging, her eyes looking toward the only person in the hall who could save her, desperately speaking: “Mistress, save… save me.”

The woman frowned and glanced at her, her eyes suddenly stopping, a killing intent entering her gaze.

“Dragon Breath? Why do you have Dragon Breath on you?”

Her figure instantly appeared in front of Tu Wushuang, her sharp claws hooking the weak spot on Tu Wushuang’s neck as she interrogated her: “How dare you go and see her privately?”

Tu Wushuang’s eyes slowly bled. Her intense will to survive made her reach out and grab the sharp claws the woman had grown. She urgently said: “I didn’t! It was forced onto me by the young person I sparred with. It was her!”

The woman was half-skeptical. Seeing Tu Wushuang’s agony, it did not seem like she was lying. After a moment of hesitation, she still reached out and drew a crescent-shaped scale from the area over her own heart.

The scale was pressed against Tu Wushuang’s forehead. The Dragon Breath in her body was absorbed by the scale at an extremely fast pace.

With the pain drawn away, Tu Wushuang collapsed onto the ground. Her eyes had already dissolved into a pool of blood. Her eyes were originally a pair of exchanged demonic eyes. Without them, how could she continue to practice the Hidden Blood Art?

“Mistress, Mistress.” Tu Wushuang groped her way toward the woman and desperately hugged her leg, pleading: “Please bestow demonic eyes upon me again.”

The woman bent down, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes as she looked at the person before her who had no trace of dignity or shame. She reached out to lift Tu Wushuang’s chin, looking at the hollow eye sockets, and chuckled lightly: “Very well.”

Tu Wushuang did not have time to rejoice—

“If you bring the Vermillion Bird Blade back to me, I will give you that person’s eyes.”

That person’s eyes…

Tu Wushuang’s chest rose and fell dramatically. The corner of her mouth lifted uncontrollably. If it was that person’s eyes, her Hidden Blood Art would surely be able to cultivate to the twelfth layer!

That is a True Dragon!

“Thank you, Mistress!”

Turning around, Jiang Li  slowly spoke: “Did you just say the Dragon Breath came from the person you sparred with?”

“Her?” The woman was thinking of Xie Qingshuang.

Her aptitude is not bad, and her cultivation is considered outstanding among this generation of cultivators. But how could Dragon Breath appear on a human being…

“Yes, and I even saw her reveal sharp claws.” Tu Wushuang took a deep breath and exposed her left wrist. The severed tendon had been reattached with the Hidden Blood Art, but the scratched area still had not healed. Five claw marks were clearly visible.

“Mistress, please look.”

“Those are… Dragon Claws.” Jiang Li’s eyes slowly narrowed. “There is actually another dragon within the Four Seas.”

Then it wouldn’t be Xie Qingshuang.

“Who did you spar with?”

Tu Wushuang was respectful: “Her name is Cang Wu.”

“Cang… Wu.” Saying the two characters, Jiang Li suddenly looked up. “Bring her back to me as well.”

Tu Wushuang lowered her head: “Yes, Mistress.”

“Lan Shan, come here.”

Jun Lan Shan  felt a little uneasy in her heart. She followed Headmaster Xuan out of Elder Yu’s cloud dwelling. Just now, she had learned that Elder Yu not only managed Cloud Dream Lake but was also a medical cultivator.

“Headmaster Xuan.” Jun Lan Shan stood obediently.

Headmaster Xuan asked: “Have you been copying the Mind-Clearing Incantation (清心咒) these past few days?”

Jun Lan Shan: “…”

She’s here to ask for the homework.

“No.”

Feeling a bit guilty, Jun Lan Shan’s voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Headmaster Xuan still heard it. She reached out and lightly flicked Jun Lan Shan’s head: “Do you know that you gave rise to a killing intent today?”

Jun Lan Shan took the hit. She looked at Headmaster Xuan, puzzled: “But at a moment of life and death, should one still have a Buddha’s compassionate heart for the person trying to kill them?”

Headmaster Xuan did not answer but counter-asked: “Is killing an easy thing for you?”

Jun Lan Shan lowered her eyes in thought.

Killing. She had witnessed it and thought about it. The first time she had the thought of killing was when she wanted to kill the villain, Cang Wu.

In this world, the difference in cultivation is obvious. It is an easy thing for the strong to kill the weak, one might even say it takes no effort.

Unknowingly, she had started to change.

“It is not easy, yet it is easy.” Jun Lan Shan took a deep breath and slowly said: “My Master said that I should follow the path of Great Compassion and Great Kindness, but I cannot do it. If someone harms me or those around me, I will not hold back. Just like today, I do not regret having the killing intent.”

With that, Jun Lan Shan took out the Chaos Map and handed it to Headmaster Xuan.

“If you feel that I am not suitable, then please give it to someone you believe will never harbor a killing intent.”

“Do you really want to give it to me?” Headmaster Xuan looked down, a hint of a smile in her eyes.

Jun Lan Shan nodded forcefully.

Headmaster Xuan looked at the hands that were clutching the Chaos Map tightly enough to wrinkle it and smiled: “I see you are gripping it quite tightly, though.”

Jun Lan Shan awkwardly loosened her grip.

“Never mind. It was not me who gave it to you. If the Eastern Sovereign (東君) knew, he might think that I, at my age, am bullying a junior.” Headmaster Xuan waved her hand: “Keep it.”

Jun Lan Shan immediately put it away without any hesitation. This is the villain’s greatest asset for running rampant through the Four Seas in the original text, I must keep it safe.

Headmaster Xuan laughed, then said seriously: “Even so, you must never forget your daily Mind-Clearing Incantation.”

Jun Lan Shan respectfully bowed: “Yes!”

Headmaster Xuan virtually lifted Lan Shan’s arm: “Go now. And don’t forget about the Bodhi Tree matter. The Ant King’s petition scrolls are almost piled too high.”

Jun Lan Shan nodded.

Watching Headmaster Xuan leave, Jun Lan Shan turned to go check on Ling Guang’s (陵光) situation. Her gaze shifted, and she saw Cang Wu pacing back and forth not far away, occasionally glancing over here.

Jun Lan Shan stood where she was, waiting for her to look at her.

Seeing that she had been spotted by her Elder Sister, Cang Wu did not shy away or hide, but walked directly through the cloud pile.

“Elder Sister.”

Lan Shan noticed the tear in the spiritual robe on Cang Wu’s shoulder, cut by a blade, and her heart softened. She beckoned to her: “Come here.”

Cang Wu obediently approached.

“Squat down a bit.”

Cang Wu bent her knees downward.

Peeling back the layers of the spiritual robe with her fingertips, she could only see some reddish, pale skin, but no scales.

Lan Shan softly asked: “Where are the scales? Let me see.”

Cang Wu looked up at her, with a hint of confusion: “Doesn’t Elder Sister dislike things with scales the most?”

Her eyelashes drooped slightly: “If Elder Sister sees the scales on my body, won’t you hate me?”

So, that’s what she’s worried about.

Lan Shan was a little surprised, then spoke gently: “No, I won’t. You are my Junior Sister. Even if you have scales, Elder Sister won’t hate you.”

Hearing this, Cang Wu pursed her lips and cautiously let out the scales on her shoulder. They slowly began to show a pale cyan color, starting from a thin, transparent half-scale.

There were three or four tiny scales in that small patch that bore marks left by a blade, some shallow and some deep.

Perhaps because the scales were too thin and small, or because the exposed portion was not much, Lan Shan did not feel scared, only a little heartbroken.

She leaned closer and gently breathed a puff of air onto the scales.

Cang Wu’s body trembled slightly.

“Elder Sister, have you finished looking?”

Lan Shan touched the thin, pale cyan scales, only feeling that the area touched by her fingertip was softer and smoother than skin. That blade wound was like a ravine.

She frowned, muttering to herself: “I wonder if Elder Yu has any good medicine that can restore the scales.”

With the faint, warm fragrance directed at that spot on her scales, Cang Wu’s breathing became ragged.

“It’s nothing, Elder Sister. Scales are very hard. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

Lan Shan seemed not to have heard her: “I must go and ask.”