Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 65

“Spirit Medicine Valley.”

Lan Shan-jun found this place name unfamiliar. She reconnected her Sea of Consciousness and asked Lan Yan, “What place is this?”

Lan Yan scoffed coldly, “You still think I’m a book spirit? Why should I tell you?”

Immediately after he spoke, the Sea of Consciousness suddenly began to swell with water, coupled with a whirlwind, which tossed Lan Yan up and down amidst the vortex.

“Okay, okay, I… I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you!”

The water and wind ceased. Lan Yan cursed a few times under his breath, his stomach churning with regret. He shouldn’t have let Lan Shan-jun take control of the body in the first place, leaving him reliant on her now.

The Sea of Consciousness returned to calm. Lan Yan began, “Several hundred years ago, Lingyao Valley was the place with the most Medicine and Elixir Cultivators among the Four Seas. It was located between the Xun and Kan realms, with fertile soil, clean water, and spring-like weather all year round. It was the most suitable place for the growth of spiritual grasses and medicines. Because of this, it produced many master physicians. The Ming family, who practiced medicine for generations, was the last clan head of Lingyao Valley. Tracing back to the source, the first Valley Master of the current Thousand Poisons Valley also originated from Lingyao Valley.”

“Given that, Lingyao Valley held a very high status in the Four Seas at the time. Why did it end up abandoned like this?” Lan Shan-jun reached out and touched a spiritual grass that was even taller than she was, regretfully.

Medicine Cultivators specialize in pharmacology to treat diseases and heal the mind and body. Elixir Cultivators focus on efficacy to help with spiritual energy cultivation and realm breakthroughs. Although neither of these types of cultivators are skilled in combat, they are respected figures in any immortal sect.

Lan Yan sneered, mocking, “Isn’t it all because they were too greedy? They ended up with the destruction of their entire clan.”

Lan Shan-jun was startled. “The destruction of the entire clan?”

“That’s right. The Ming clan of Lingyao Valley secretly kept a supreme treasure, causing chaos in the Four Seas. The Azure Dragon Palace stepped in to mediate, but the Ming clan refused to accept. They preferred to burn down Lingyao Valley rather than hand over the treasure. However, they never expected that damaging the treasure would invite the wrath of Heaven and bring down a lightning tribulation. Lingyao Valley ceased to exist from then on.”

Lan Shan-jun asked in confusion, “Secretly keeping a supreme treasure? Was that treasure explicitly named as someone else’s? Who is it that determines ownership? I also heard that the Eastern Emperor Bell was originally in the Azure Dragon Palace, but now it’s with the Vermillion Bird Palace Master. Why is it considered ‘secretly keeping’ in their case?”

The whole story felt strange.

Lan Yan suddenly fell silent. After a moment, he said irritably, “How would I know why? This is just what I heard.”

Heard, huh? Then it might not be the truth.

Lan Shan-jun continued to walk further inside, seeing the new leaves growing out of the scorched earth. She felt it was quite a pity that Lingyao Valley disappeared just like that.

Mu Fuan’s pace suddenly quickened ahead. Lan Shan-jun’s heart stirred, and she quickly followed. The winding paths in this mountain valley were numerous.

Lan Shan-jun lost track of the person.

She was led here and then suddenly abandoned.

What was Mu Fuan trying to do?

Her chain whip slowly wrapped around her wrist. Lan Shan-jun vigilantly watched her surroundings. She seemed to be in a forest of vines. These newly grown vines climbed up the once towering giant trees, intertwining with one another to form a spiderweb-like platform above.

Looking at the twisting and entangled vines, Lan Shan-jun felt a chill. There was a sense of eerie discomfort.

Her footsteps lightly moved as she began to retreat, but she did not expect that the path she had come from was already sealed by vines.

“!!!”

These vines were alive!

Rustling sounds echoed. The vines twisted and writhed, poking their ‘heads’ out from all directions to seek the breath of living creatures, moving as flexibly as a group of snakes.

Lan Shan-jun frowned tightly. She finally understood where the eerie feeling came from. She hated these long, slender things without feet—more accurately, snakes. Even if they only resembled snakes, she would intensely dislike them.

“Wind Arise!”

Invisible, shapeless wind was born around Lan Shan-jun, lifting her sleeves and hair ribbon. It spun upwards, tearing down all the vines that were blocking the light above, finally shredding them into small segments, no longer than a palm, which fell at Lan Shan-jun’s feet.

The cold, desolate moonlight shone down. Lan Shan-jun leaped up, surveying the entrance of the valley from above, and spotted dots of firelight within the vine forest.

Thus, she rode the wind toward the direction of the firelight.

Perhaps because these vines grew out of the scorched earth, they were surprisingly not afraid of fire, even growing thicker and more formidable in the flames.

Mu Fuan continuously urged fire talismans, but couldn’t stop the vines from approaching.

In a moment of carelessness, a vine suddenly wrapped around her calf, violently dragging her down. Subsequently, more vines wrapped around her. In the span of a breath, she was entirely encased, resembling a figure made of vines.

“Help…”

The faint cry for help was completely sealed in her throat by the vines. Mu Fuan’s heart sank into despair.

Her consciousness gradually sank, only to be dispelled by the moonlight in an instant.

A hand pulled Mu Fuan out.

Mu Fuan opened her eyes, startled for a moment.

“It’s you…”

Lan Shan-jun hummed in response, “Otherwise? Didn’t you lead me here?”

Mu Fuan lowered her gaze. “Thank you.”

After leading her away from the vine forest, Lan Shan-jun released her arm. “Let’s be straightforward. You came here to find Mu Liu, correct?”

Mu Fuan no longer concealed it and nodded. “Yes. I left a talisman on her, which allows me to know her general location.”

Lan Shan-jun’s eyebrow twitched, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “You left a talisman on her, and she doesn’t know?”

Given Mu Liu’s personality, if she knew, she would probably try to attack Mu Fuan again.

“She doesn’t know.”

“Then you led me here because you wanted me to find out that Mu Liu is using the Bodhi Heart to refine the Reincarnation Pill, right?” Lan Shan-jun’s voice was very soft. “Although Elder Yu testified that Mu Liu was in the Cloud Dream Marsh when the Bodhi Tree incident happened, it doesn’t mean she is definitely unrelated to this matter.”

“Just now, I mentioned that the key ingredient for the Reincarnation Pill is the Bodhi Heart, and you reacted strongly and wanted to leave. Then, you deliberately showed a flaw to lead me here.”

“Mu Fuan, you’re muddying the waters.”

Lan Shan-jun was slightly taller than Mu Fuan. She bent down and leaned close to Mu Fuan, a smile curling up the corner of her lips. “I thought you really had no temper. Mu Liu bullies you so much, and you could still tolerate it. Turns out, you wanted to use someone else’s hand to take revenge on her.”

Mu Fuan’s eyelashes trembled. She slowly looked up at Lan Shan-jun. There was none of the usual weakness or obedience she showed when facing Mu Liu, only a gaze full of sullen hatred. “Of course I hate her.”

She hated her unprovoked bullying, her relentless suppression, and her overweening arrogance in constantly causing trouble.

Seeing Mu Fuan reveal her true claws and sharp teeth, Lan Shan-jun straightened up and moved back a little. “Then why didn’t you do it yourself?”

Shouldn’t revenge be more satisfying when carried out personally?

Mu Fuan took a deep breath, expressing the helplessness she had endured for years. “Aunt Mu saved my life. Mu Liu is her only child. I cannot lay a hand on her.”

So that was it.

Underneath the hatred was a debt of gratitude.

“The person who saved you wasn’t Mu Liu. The debt shouldn’t be repaid to her.” Lan Shan-jun looked at the full moon, which had already moved to the other side. “Although you want to use me to implicate Mu Liu, I am genuinely curious about who gave Mu Liu the Bodhi Heart.”

“Lead the way.”

Mu Fuan suppressed all her emotions, bypassed the vine forest, and walked toward the other side.

Lan Shan-jun looked at the path she was taking, and the earlier confusion about being abandoned was resolved. It seemed that Mu Fuan also didn’t know there was a vine forest here and had stumbled into it by mistake.

Reaching the other side of the vine forest felt like suddenly arriving in another world. While there were still some new leaves at the valley entrance, a little deeper in, there was not a hint of life. The vegetation still maintained the posture they held before being ravaged by the great fire. A cool breeze, which circled around Lan Shan-jun, swept past. The plants, already reduced to scorched earth, could no longer endure and turned into a handful of dust on the ground.

“It’s here,” Mu Fuan whispered.

The talisman she left could only guide her this far.

“Why refine medicine in a place like this?”

Mu Fuan explained, “The Reincarnation Pill is not like ordinary poison. If there is a slight mistake, the toxicity of the medicinal herbs will disperse. Even before it is fully refined, the toxicity of those herbs is not to be underestimated.”

“That potent.” Lan Shan-jun slowed her pace. “Is there an antidote?”

Mu Fuan shook her head. “No. No one in the Valley has successfully refined an antidote for the Reincarnation Pill yet.”

Lan Shan-jun stopped.

Mu Fuan looked over in confusion. “Why aren’t you moving?”

Lan Shan-jun pursed her lips, wanting to turn around and go back.

That’s what she thought, and she was about to do it, but just as she was about to make a move, footsteps suddenly came from behind her.

She quickly grabbed Mu Fuan and dodged to the side. Both of them held their breath simultaneously.

The newcomer’s steps were light and slow, suggesting either old age or an injury. But in the Four Seas, even the elderly with spiritual power wouldn’t walk like this, so it must be the latter.

Who could it be?

Lan Shan-jun narrowed her eyes and looked outside through the gap.

Unfortunately, just as she saw a figure slowly walking out, the moonlight above her head was suddenly obscured by a cloud. The visibility instantly became dim. She could only vaguely see that the person was holding what looked like a sword or a saber.

The figure paused for an instant, then entered the valley at an extremely fast speed.

Could she be the one who gave Mu Liu the Bodhi Heart?

Lan Shan-jun’s mind stirred, and she wanted to follow, but she was ultimately pulled back by reason.

Is she going alone? Is that too dangerous? Everyone in this academy is a notable figure. If she encounters a master, digging a hole and lying in it would be a slow way to die.

Forget it, forget it…

After careful deliberation, Lan Shan-jun decided to head back home.

Mu Fuan grabbed her arm.

“It looks like a fight has started. Look over there.”

Lan Shan-jun looked up. In the direction where the figure had just disappeared, beams of light flashed, and they could faintly hear a few beast roars.

This place is truly lively tonight.

“Lan Shan?”

A familiar voice rang out behind her. Lan Shan-jun suddenly froze. She turned around and saw Xie Qingshuang, exclaiming, “Senior Sister Xie!?”

Xie Qingshuang nodded slightly. When she saw Mu Fuan next to Lan Shan-jun, her eyes grew cold.

“Come here.”

Lan Shan-jun walked over to her side, and then heard the female lead transmit her voice, “Don’t get too close to people from the Thousand Poisons Valley. They are not good people.”

Lan Shan-jun replied, “We just happened to run into each other.”

Xie Qingshuang nodded, then spoke aloud, “If there’s nothing wrong, go back.”

These words were addressed to Mu Fuan.

Mu Fuan looked up at Lan Shan-jun. Lan Shan-jun blinked, signaling her to leave first.

Mu Fuan clearly understood that leaving now was the best course of action. She had already led the person here, and now there was even Xie Qingshuang. Her goal had been achieved. Leaving now would be as if she had never come.

Mu Fuan performed a salute and returned the way she came.

After the person left, Lan Shan-jun asked, “Senior Sister Xie, why are you here?”

Xie Qingshuang looked at her and tossed the question back. “Lan Shan, why are you here?”

Lan Shan-jun choked up for a moment.

“Lan Shan, if you are fine, please go back as well.” Having said that, Xie Qingshuang flew off on her sword toward the area of the conflict, her figure urgent.

Now that the female lead was present, Lan Shan-jun felt somewhat more secure in her heart. She looked at Xie Qingshuang’s retreating figure, hesitated for a moment, and then followed her.

The place where the spiritual power fluctuated was at the junction of the Azure Cloud Academy and Lingyao Valley.

Lan Shan-jun paused mid-air, and amidst the clashing of blades and swords, she saw a familiar figure.

Mu Liu was indeed there.

And the figure who arrived later was surprisingly Ming Yu!

Xie Qingshuang drew her sword, immediately separating the two, and then went to Ming Yu’s side, pulling her away.

Ming Yu pointed her saber at Mu Liu, her anger soaring. “Who let you in!?”

Mu Liu’s heart was already blazing with fury after having her medicine refining abruptly interrupted. “Who are you? Is this your home to be so nosy? I’ll come if I want to!”

Ming Yu’s breathing was ragged. Stimulated by that sentence, her eyes turned crimson. She pushed Xie Qingshuang away. “Get lost!”

A saber full of murderous intent aimed directly at Mu Liu’s heart. Mu Liu was extremely fast, borrowing the wind under her feet. As she dodged, she secretly added the poison she was carrying to the wind.

After administering the poison, Mu Liu stopped, stretched out her hand as if waiting for a good show, and counted, “One, two…”

“Zssst—” The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh.

Mu Liu looked down in disbelief at the long, narrow saber that had passed through her heart, then looked up at the composed Ming Yu, asking in doubt, “You… how are you unharmed?”

Ming Yu narrowed her eyes, forcefully pushing the saber in a little deeper, and said disdainfully, “I knew how to neutralize these poisons when I was eight.”

She pulled out the saber. The blade was clean and bright, without a trace of blood.

“A puppet?”