Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 67

The autumn wind was desolate. Lan Shan-jun gazed out the window, distracted by the vague Kunlun Ruins behind the clouds. Her dark hair drifted across her eyes, and a shadow loomed into her peripheral vision.

“Lan Shan, what are you looking at?”

Ling Guang brought her head closer, but immediately lost interest upon seeing only clouds and mountains.

Lan Shan-jun sighed, appearing preoccupied.

About half a month had passed since the Bodhi Tree incident. The Academy began formal instruction for them. Sometimes it was a general survey of the Four Seas’ past, other times it was the recognition of flora, fauna, and demonic beasts, with occasional small tests thrown in. This gave Lan Shan-jun the feeling of being back in middle school—the cultivation version.

However, this was not what was bothering Lan Shan-jun. At least the content was interesting and could be saved in an image stone for later review.

What annoyed her was that Cang Wu had been extremely respectful toward her these days, practically putting her on a pedestal. There was none of the usual intimacy, only the respect one has for a Senior Sister in her eyes.

“Ling Guang, do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

One moment she wanted Cang Wu to be mindful of distance, the next she was annoyed because the other party was too mindful of the distance.

Ling Guang glanced out of the corner of her eye, seeing a head cautiously peeking out from behind a tree. Controlling the curve of her mouth, she sat down next to Lan Shan-jun. “Good heavens, Lan Shan, are you sick?”

Lan Shan-jun looked at her suspiciously. “Why are you reacting so strongly?”

Ling Guang coughed twice and calmed down a bit. “Tell me about it.”

Lan Shan-jun felt a little embarrassed to actually say it out loud.

So, her eyes wandered around, and she changed the subject. “Ling Guang, tell me about you and Qingcheng.”

Although the relationship between those two was never explicitly stated, anyone with eyes could tell their relationship was extraordinary—not just ordinary childhood friends.

Ling Guang was stunned. She pursed her lips, a hint of shyness showing, and lightly bumped Lan Shan-jun’s shoulder. “Aiya, what’s there to tell?”

Then, changing the tone, she began to reminisce—

“Back then, I was still young, and my transformation wasn’t even stable. There were very few playmates in the palace, so my mother discussed it with Aunt Song and sent Qingcheng to the Vermillion Bird Palace to be my companion student. Qingcheng was a little younger than me back then, but she had a terrible temper and wouldn’t give me any kind look.”

Lan Shan-jun nodded, thinking that Song Qingcheng’s proud nature had been cultivated since childhood.

“What could I do? How could I, the esteemed Young Palace Mistress of the Vermillion Bird Palace, fuss with a small child? Under my day-after-day care and affection, Qingcheng gradually opened up to me and was willing to talk, play, and practice cultivation with me.”

Lan Shan-jun blinked. Oh, love blossomed over time.

“We grew up together, so naturally we are closer than ordinary friends, but the feeling of liking someone is quite wondrous.” Ling Guang chuckled, then timidly glanced at Lan Shan-jun, her voice softening. “Last time, when I broke through my realm and was injured, I was forced back into my true form. Qingcheng stayed by my side the whole time, even feeding me medicine. She also gently and patiently groomed my tail feathers.”

That was the moment she fell for her.

“When I woke up, she still wouldn’t admit what she had done, but she wouldn’t dare look at me.” Ling Guang huffed. “It wasn’t until I stopped being the best to her that she grew anxious. She followed me every day, and only confessed her feelings for me when I cornered her.”

Lan Shan-jun slowly pondered this. Hmm? Why does this sound so familiar?

“Lan Shan, why are you asking about this? Are you…” Ling Guang’s eyes flickered. She saw a figure approaching and asked in confusion, “Huaisheng? Why has she been coming to see you so often these past few days?”

Lan Shan-jun calculated the time and knew it was indeed time. She took out an spare teacup and answered Ling Guang’s question as she did so. “The Snow-Listening Tower has a melody for calming the mind and stabilizing the spirit, which shares the same origin as the Heart-Cleansing Incantation. Huaisheng said she’s willing to play the tune for me every day so I can copy the Incantation for one hour less each night.”

As she spoke, the person had already arrived at the doorway. Mo Huaisheng greeted Ling Guang with a bright smile. “Ling Guang, you’re here too.”

Ling Guang watched as Mo Huaisheng skillfully found her usual spot and naturally accepted the tea Lan Shan-jun offered her. The two exchanged a knowing smile.

Wait a minute!

Just as Ling Guang’s mind was turning, another person suddenly appeared at the door.

Cang Wu approached with a dark expression.

Afraid that Cang Wu might impulsively say something she shouldn’t, Ling Guang jumped up and dragged her outside. “You’re looking for me, right? I know, I know. Let’s go, let’s go.”

After pulling and dragging the person out, Ling Guang asked breathlessly, “What were you trying to do just now?”

Cang Wu looked at her unhappily. “Didn’t you say Senior Sister would actively come looking for me in half a month?”

Ling Guang nervously avoided her gaze. How was she supposed to know that this approach wasn’t effective on Lan Shan? Qingcheng couldn’t hold out for more than three days before coming to find her.

“If this continues, Senior Sister will be snatched away by someone else!” Cang Wu frowned, and the color at the ends of her hair deepened slightly.

“You can’t say that. They haven’t done anything inappropriate.” Ling Guang softly tried to soothe Cang Wu’s emotions, but this sentence seemed to ignite Cang Wu directly.

“Inappropriate? How is it inappropriate? Will she kiss my Senior Sister, or will my Senior Sister kiss her?” Cang Wu looked through the half-open window at the two people laughing inside, gritting her teeth. “Senior Sister can only be mine.”

Ling Guang keenly sensed a hint of bestial nature from Cang Wu. Demonic beasts have territorial awareness, and Cang Wu’s current attitude toward Lan Shan was exactly like the extreme control and possessiveness of something within her territory.

When she was a young beast, her mother would take the time to teach her to suppress her bestial nature, but that was a demonic beast’s innate nature, and it couldn’t be fully suppressed in just a few years.

If the bestial nature was too strong, it would easily expose a fatal weakness.

With some conjectures in mind, Ling Guang subtly activated the Quad-Directional Aura in her body, slowly approaching Cang Wu. The Quad-Directional Aura ranks above all demonic beasts in the Four Seas. If Cang Wu was a demon, she would know.

The crimson Vermillion Bird Aura snaked its way onto Cang Wu’s shoulder. However, in the next instant, Ling Guang felt a similar aura—

Also one of the Quad-Directional Lords!

Ling Guang recoiled in shock. She looked at Cang Wu in disbelief, her mind already racing to guess which of the Four Directions she was.

Not the Vermillion Bird. The Black Tortoise, White Tiger, Azure Dragon…

Cang Wu also noticed something was wrong. She looked sideways, and Ling Guang hastily retracted her Vermillion Bird Aura, but she had already been seen.

Cang Wu’s voice turned cold. “You tested me?”

“No, I…” Ling Guang hurriedly explained. “I sensed your demonic nature, so…”

“So you tested me?” Cang Wu’s face darkened. “Now that you know, are you going to tell the others?”

Cang Wu pressed forward, and Ling Guang could only slowly retreat.

Although Ling Guang had a good relationship with Zhao Chen and Xiao Jiu, she knew this was only a temporary friendship between young people. The conflict between the Quad-Directional Lords was constant, and their allegiances were different, putting them on opposite sides. Now, Cang Wu was also one of the Quad-Directional Lords, and she was the apprentice of the Lord of Yang Valley. Could she be a hidden card placed by one of the other three Lords?

Ling Guang’s thoughts were a tangled mess, and she felt a little sad.

“Cang Wu!”

A furious shout came from behind. Ling Guang looked up and saw Song Qingcheng rushing towards her. Her eyes suddenly felt hot.

Song Qingcheng arrived and shielded Ling Guang behind her, looking at the person in front with extreme vigilance.

Her angry shout also drew the people inside the house. Lan Shan-jun rushed out first.

“What happened?”

Cang Wu and Song Qingcheng looked ready for a confrontation. Lan Shan-jun’s heart skipped a beat. She stood beside Cang Wu and gently pushed her slightly behind herself with her hand.

Cang Wu reached out and tugged at her Senior Sister’s sleeve, whispering, “Ling Guang tested me.”

Lan Shan-jun instantly understood what was happening. These past few days, Cang Wu had started to accept the people around her, most notably Ling Guang. Ling Guang testing her identity was undoubtedly a betrayal to Cang Wu—a betrayal between friends.

As for Ling Guang, Cang Wu’s identity as one of the Quad-Directional Lords was like a bomb, forcing her to consider more.

It was best if fewer people knew about Cang Wu’s identity.

Lan Shan-jun thought for a moment and spoke apologetically to the approaching Mo Huaisheng. “Huaisheng, something unexpected came up today. We probably can’t listen to your music.”

Mo Huaisheng knew this was a polite way of sending her away. A hint of loneliness flashed in her eyes. She nodded and smiled. “No worries. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

After Mo Huaisheng left, the four of them entered the Cloud Dwelling. Song Qingcheng cast a barrier array outside. This was a unique formation of Floating Jade Isle. Even for someone whose cultivation realm was higher than hers, it would take some effort to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Ling Guang had already told Song Qingcheng what had happened, and her expression was also extremely serious.

Seated inside the Cloud Dwelling, Song Qingcheng spoke first. “Lan Shan, did you know Cang Wu’s identity all along?”

Cang Wu frowned. “I was the one hiding my identity. Why ask my Senior Sister?”

Their eyes met mid-air, sparks flying. Neither would back down.

“Yes, I knew long ago.” Lan Shan-jun pressed down on Cang Wu’s hand resting on her knee, rubbing the back of her hand with her thumb.

Cang Wu then turned her head and coldly snorted.

“Which direction does Cang Wu belong to? Do the Lord of Yang Valley and the Headmaster know her identity?” Song Qingcheng asked directly.

Lan Shan-jun also put away her usual gentle smile, her eyes full of seriousness. “Cang Wu does not belong to any direction. She is simply the apprentice of the Lord of Yang Valley, my Junior Sister.”

Ling Guang hesitated. “Lan Shan, don’t blame us for being too cautious. The Quad-Directional bloodline is sparse, unlike other demon races. This matter needs to be made clear.”

“I understand.” Lan Shan-jun’s gaze fell on Cang Wu, but she didn’t know how to speak. Whenever Cang Wu’s identity was brought up, it would inevitably bring up her painful past.

“I am the Azure Dragon.”

Cang Wu looked up. Her originally ink-black pupils suddenly contracted, turning a deep cyan-blue. Scales appeared around her eyes, connecting to her neck, revealing her half-demon form.

Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng’s breathing hitched simultaneously.

If Cang Wu was the Azure Dragon, wouldn’t her identity be…

Just as Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng were thinking about the Azure Dragon Palace, Cang Wu added, “I know what you are suspecting. I have no connection with the Azure Dragon Palace. I was abandoned. I was suppressed by my birth mother from the moment I was born. It was the Lord of Yang Valley who brought me to Yang Valley.”

Lan Shan-jun quietly gripped Cang Wu’s hand, feeling her body tremble slightly.

Ling Guang pursed her lips. Her earlier confusion was now explained: why Cang Wu still possessed such a strong bestial instinct. It was because no one had ever taught her how to control her demonic nature.

“The Vermillion Bird Palace Mistress also knows about my identity.” Cang Wu retracted her demonic form and said indifferently, “If you don’t believe me, you can go and ask.”

This was something Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng hadn’t expected. The two exchanged a look, already understanding each other’s meaning.

If the Vermillion Bird Palace Mistress knew Cang Wu’s identity long ago, then they had no reason for suspicion.

Song Qingcheng walked out of the Cloud Dwelling and sent a message to the Vermillion Bird Palace Mistress outside the barrier.

Ling Guang secretly waved to Lan Shan-jun, pulling her aside. “Lan Shan, I truly only wanted to know if Cang Wu was a demon before. I didn’t intend to harm her. It’s just that her demonic nature is too strong, and I’m afraid it will cause her trouble later.”

“Too strong demonic nature?” Lan Shan-jun frowned slightly.

“Humans and demons coexist in the Eight Realms. Demonic races generally learn to suppress their demonic nature during their young beast phase. A demon’s desires are far stronger than a human’s. If they are not controlled, they will become their greatest weakness.”

Ling Guang looked at Lan Shan-jun, then glanced at Cang Wu on the other side. She happened to catch Cang Wu looking away, so she used soul transmission. “Lan Shan, her demonic nature is specifically manifesting regarding you.”

Lan Shan-jun asked, “Then how can her demonic nature be suppressed?”

“It takes a long time for the demonic nature to show results even in young beasts. Cang Wu…”

Ling Guang paused, then asked, “Has Cang Wu gone through her estrus period?”

This question made Lan Shan-jun confused, and her expression quickly grew complicated.

She didn’t know if Cang Wu had an estrus period, but she certainly got aroused.

Seeing Lan Shan-jun’s expression look uneasy, Ling Guang thought Cang Wu had already gone through her estrus period and sighed with a frown. “If she’s already gone through her estrus period, then it will be very difficult to suppress her demonic nature.”

“Then what should I do?” Lan Shan-jun became anxious, purely out of concern for Cang Wu.

“I’ll ask my mother later. She should know.”

At this time, Song Qingcheng returned with the reply from the Vermillion Bird Palace Mistress. She nodded to Ling Guang.

Ling Guang wasn’t surprised. Since Cang Wu could invoke her mother’s name in front of them, she couldn’t be lying.

Having been tested and suspected in this way, Cang Wu was in a very bad mood. She didn’t look at Song Qingcheng, or even Ling Guang.

Lan Shan-jun had no choice but to ask them to leave first.

Coming to Cang Wu’s side, Lan Shan-jun originally intended to reach out and touch her head. After a brief pause, she lowered her hand to Cang Wu’s shoulder and patted it lightly.

“You heard it just now. Ling Guang was worried about you, not malicious.”

Cang Wu let out a light hum from her nostrils, still feeling upset.

Lan Shan-jun noticed the change in her attitude and asked softly, “Do you care about Ling Guang?”

Cang Wu suddenly looked up and stood up, her words flying quickly. “I don’t! The only person I care about is Senior Sister!”

Lan Shan-jun smiled, pursing her lips, and pulled her back down to sit. “Why are you so anxious? It’s fine to care. Caring about Senior Sister is caring, and caring about Ling Guang is also caring. It’s not like you can only care about one person. You care about Ling Guang because you see her as a friend.”

Cang Wu turned her head, her eyes looking a little fierce. “But she tested me.”

“But she tested you because she was worried about you.” Lan Shan-jun still stroked her head.

Cang Wu became docile, restraining herself from leaning into her.

The next day, during Elder Yu’s class, Ling Guang rushed over to Lan Shan-jun, leaning on her shoulder to speak. “I asked my mother.”

Song Qingcheng, who walked in afterward, glanced at them and found her own seat. Cang Wu, however, sneaked several glances.

“What did the Palace Mistress say?” Lan Shan-jun also lowered her voice.

“She said, ‘There is no cure.'”

Lan Shan-jun: “…”

Why did it sound like a terminal illness?

“But my mother said that as long as you can keep her in check, there won’t be a big problem.” Ling Guang looked at Lan Shan-jun with an expression of entrusting a great responsibility to her, nodding heavily, and then returned to Song Qingcheng’s side.

Lan Shan-jun: “…”

Cang Wu was not sitting next to Lan Shan-jun, but behind her, playing with a lock of her hair with her fingers. Next to Lan Shan-jun was Mo Huaisheng.

Elder Yu ascended the platform, holding a small incense burner in her hand and three incense sticks in the other. She sat down cross-legged on the foremost prayer mat and lit the incense, placing them in the burner.

“Today, you will learn to invoke inner demons and stabilize the mind.”

The smoke from the burning incense slowly rose, like ethereal light gauze floating in the air, swirling around everyone. A clear, subtle fragrance permeated the room, seemingly carrying the essence of heaven and earth, making one feel refreshed. As the fragrance rose, faint, pleasant wind chimes could be heard from afar.

Ding—

Ding————

Elder Yu waved her hand, placing a barrier around each prayer mat, which prevented peeking and eavesdropping.

It felt as if only oneself existed in the world.

Lan Shan-jun slowly closed her eyes, circulated her spiritual energy through all her meridians, and finally settled her divine sense in her Sea of Consciousness.

Inside the Sea of Consciousness: the egg on the lotus platform, and Lan Yan in the cage.

Lan Shan-jun: “…”

Looking at the unchanged Sea of Consciousness, Lan Shan-jun sighed, speechless.

Lan Yan let out a light tsk. “What’s with that expression? Do you think I’m thrilled to see you?”

Lan Shan-jun leaned against the lotus platform, reaching out to touch the round egg. It was warm to the touch, which genuinely startled her.

“Using a divine weapon to hatch an egg. I don’t know what you’re thinking.” Lan Yan’s tone was sarcastic.

Lan Shan-jun almost laughed out of anger. “She clearly grabbed it and sat on it herself.”

Saying this, she reached out, attempting to pick up the egg. This time, Lan Shan-jun couldn’t touch the egg. A soft, cotton-like force pushed her hand away.

“See?” Lan Shan-jun said helplessly.

The surface of the Sea of Consciousness was calm. A light breeze stirred up some ripples. Lan Shan-jun sat down on the spot, facing Lan Yan.

Lan Yan’s expression stiffened, and she shifted her body sideways.

Lan Shan-jun looked relaxed, as if talking to a long-time friend, and teased, “What’s wrong? We’ve known each other for so many years. Still nervous?”

Lan Yan rolled her eyes. “It’s awkward looking at a face that looks exactly like mine.”

Lan Shan-jun burst into laughter. Her laughter echoed in the Sea of Consciousness, and the lotus platform behind her slowly opened up.

Unlike the peace here, within the many small barriers, inner demons were bred, and the mind was hard to stabilize.

Ye Nanyi’s face was deathly pale. She was locked in an underground water prison, her hands and feet in chains. A giant python coiled in the water, raising its head and flicking its scarlet forked tongue.

Mu Fuan was curled up in a corner. In front of her, Mu Liu was bringing a group of people, preparing to use her to test a medicine.

Zhao Chen couldn’t see anything in the world. Even her Sea of Consciousness was murky gray. She stood in the center of her Sea of Consciousness and saw a blurry figure walk toward her, reaching out to stroke her face. “Child.”

Ming Yu looked at the sky full of firelight and the many cultivators towering over the valley, drawing her saber without hesitation.

Xie Qingshuang stood in her Sea of Consciousness, looking at the demon in front of her with cold eyes. Her long sword left its sheath, instantly freezing the surrounding area for ten miles. “I will kill you!”

When the barrier fell, Cang Wu was still holding her Senior Sister’s hair, so there was a slight gap in their barriers. Cang Wu entered her Sea of Consciousness. As she expected, she saw that woman—her mother.

No, she was wrong. She wasn’t abandoned when she was born. She hadn’t even been born yet. She was still a dragon egg when she was sealed in the Eastern Emperor Bell and buried deep beneath the sea.

The Sea of Consciousness surged. Cang Wu tightly clenched her hand.

“Even your own mother doesn’t want you. You are destined to be abandoned.”

“Who!?” Cang Wu’s gaze swept around. There was no one else but her.

“Cang, Wu. Is that even your name? Hahaha, the name you live with is someone else’s!”

“Shut up!”

Cang Wu drew her sword. Her mind was already in chaos from the provocation. The voice continued, saying things she hated to hear, laughing loudly.

“Come out! Come out!”

Cang Wu condensed her sword energy. Her eyes shifted, and the mist in front of her slowly began to take shape—it was herself.

She swung her sword, and the figure dissipated, only to reappear elsewhere.

“You are destined to be abandoned…”

Another sword slash cut through the air. A different sound echoed in Cang Wu’s ear: laughter.

“Senior Sister?”

“Senior Sister!”

Joy appeared in Cang Wu’s eyes. She looked around. The sound of laughter grew louder, filling her entire mind, and the annoying phantom figure disappeared.

The incense burned out. Elder Yu flicked the jade bell. The clear, pleasant ring instantly pulled everyone’s divine senses back. Their divine senses returned to their bodies.

The barrier had not yet been removed. Elder Yu already sensed the soaring murderous intent and resentment from several of the barriers. These students had the heaviest inner demons.

After another half an incense stick of time, Elder Yu removed the barriers. She looked at each of the students, her expression unchanged.

“How do you feel?”

Xiao Jiu yawned. “Slept enough.”

Ling Guang laughed at her from the side. “You clearly have no worries.”

Xiao Jiu also laughed. “Isn’t that good?”

Ye Nanyi, in the front, cast a sidelong glance, her eyes pressed extremely low. Her hands on her lap were clenched until they were white.

Cang Wu supported her chin with one hand, a faint redness lingering at the corners of her eyes. The lock of hair she was holding with her other hand was still hooked around her finger.

Lan Shan-jun turned to her, looking at Cang Wu’s eyes. “Did you see something unpleasant?”

Cang Wu released the hair that had been played with until it curled, and a smile spread across her lips. “No. It was quite pleasant.”

She heard her Senior Sister’s laughter.

Elder Yu flicked the jade bell again. “Silence.”

The sounds of discussion immediately stopped. Everyone sat up straight and proper.

“The experiences here are different for everyone. It is meant to let you know what troubles you. Inner demons disrupt the mind and will surely halt your cultivation, making it difficult to advance. Those who feel troubled can come to me.”

“Next, stabilize your mind.”

The first to step forward was Mu Fuan. Her eyes showed a strong determination, a desire to move forward.

Ye Nanyi glanced at her, her eyes filled with contempt.

Afterward, no one else stepped forward.

This class lasted for the entire day. By the time they walked out of the classroom, they saw a sunset that looked like fire.

“Wow, that’s beautiful.” Xiao Jiu exclaimed in admiration.

Lan Shan-jun squinted. She thought it was not as stunning as the sunrises and sunsets in Yang Valley.

“My waist is all soft from sitting.” Ling Guang leaned half her body on Song Qingcheng, letting her help her walk. Song Qingcheng was very willing to indulge her.

Lan Shan-jun turned her head to look at the silent Cang Wu beside her and asked, “Are you tired?”

Cang Wu shook her head. She could easily endure this length of time.

Xie Qingshuang, walking at the back, rubbed her thumb against the hilt of her sword as she watched the two women walk closely together.

“So the Senior Sister of Yang Valley also has inner demons.” Ming Yu leaned closer, looking at Xie Qingshuang’s face, which was so cold that ice shards could fall from it, and made a clicking sound with her tongue. “Has it bothered you for a long time? Your cultivation is so high, yet you haven’t broken through. Is it intentional?”

Xie Qingshuang suddenly smiled. She pinched the back of Ming Yu’s neck and pulled her in front of her. Her tone was ambiguous. “You know you can’t beat me, yet you still say things like that.”

Ming Yu was suddenly caught off guard. She turned her head in annoyance, trying to bite the woman’s hand.

Xie Qingshuang dodged quickly. She rubbed the residual warmth on her fingertips, feeling a little better.

“I have Three Hearts Clear Lotus Tea. Would you like some to calm your mind?”

Ming Yu clenched her teeth, smiling. “Sure.”