Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 69

“Let me go! Let me go!” The little bell struggled, trying to escape from the woman’s hand.

Feng Sheng held the little figure upside down by its leg, her tone displeased: “Who gave you this little puppet?”

This was clearly a small trinket she had made for Feng Shu, yet it was casually given to a monster spirit to attach itself to. Feng Sheng thought about this and secretly tightened her grip.

The little bell immediately wailed in pain, lifted its head, and bit Feng Sheng. Stung, Feng Sheng momentarily let go of the puppet.

The palm-sized puppet scurried wildly across the cloud ship, finally hiding inside the sleeve of the person who had cleaned its body earlier.

Lord Lanshan was chatting and laughing with Lingguang and the others when he suddenly felt a weight on his wrist. He looked down to meet a pair of teary eyes.

Feng Sheng pursued them, demanding the puppet. The little bell, in response, tugged lightly on Lord Lanshan’s sleeve.

“This puppet isn’t yours,” Lingguang said, resting her chin on her hand and raising an eyebrow. “Little Bell came to the academy to deliver a message for the Feng family. You used to be a Feng family member, so you should be a little nicer to her.”

Feng Sheng extended her hand, and a red thread suddenly appeared on her pinky, extending from her knuckles all the way to Lord Lanshan’s sleeve.

“Who says this puppet isn’t mine?” After making her claim, Feng Sheng didn’t want to be polite to the people in front of her. Her tone was distant and cold. “Give it to me.”

Hearing this, Little Bell shrank back even further, muffled sobs faintly audible.

A flash of snowy white light suddenly streaked across everyone’s eyes, severing the red thread connecting Feng Sheng and Little Bell. The residual sword energy forced Feng Sheng to retreat repeatedly, until Xie Qingshuang, seeing the commotion from the other side, raised her sword and pressed it against Feng Sheng’s back to steady her.

“Cangwu!” Xie Qingshuang scolded in a low voice.

Despite carrying the title of East Lord’s personal disciple at Yang Valley, she acted without the slightest sense of propriety, completely willful and reckless!

Cangwu had just retracted her sword tip, and upon hearing Xie Qingshuang call her by her full name, her face also darkened.

“What are you doing? Trying to smash up my cloud ship?” Elder Xue walked out of the cabin, getting a headache looking at the two who were about to start fighting again.

They were all fellow disciples, so why was their relationship so poor?

“Lanshan, control Cangwu. If she causes trouble again, I’ll come to you,” Elder Xue said before returning to the cabin.

Lord Lanshan was stunned for a long moment before slowly replying, “Oh.”

Looking to the side, Lord Lanshan felt a little helpless, deeply sensing that Cangwu’s temper had become increasingly impulsive.

“Be good.”

As he said this, Lord Lanshan raised his hand and rested it on the hilt of the Crane Kiss Sword placed beside Cangwu, stroking it gently, as if coaxing her. Cangwu looked over, her eyes instantly burning, as if the woman’s hand was not touching her sword hilt, but her dragon horn.

“Mhm.”

Responding softly, Cangwu retracted all the sharp edges around her.

Lingguang watched, amused, leaning comfortably against Song Qingcheng and whispering in her ear, “Actually, you can’t blame Cangwu. Lanshan’s subtle actions are indeed quite provocative.”

Song Qingcheng reached out and pinched her lower back. Realizing she had said the wrong thing, Lingguang squirmed, smiling sweetly as she apologized, rubbing her forehead against Song Qingcheng’s chin.

“I was talking nonsense.”

Song Qingcheng was very receptive to Lingguang’s affectionate gesture, and the displeasure she’d felt just moments ago completely vanished.

After Elder Xue spoke, a period of peace followed until they reached the Endless River. The cloud ship sailed on the river, and water vapor billowed all around.

They were nearing the Feng family’s home. Feng Sheng stood at the very front of the cloud ship, feeling a dense knot of nerves. She clenched her hand, holding a partially finished puppet in her palm. If Little Bell saw it, she would certainly recognize the puppet’s appearance—it was the person she entrusted to deliver the message!

The puppet Little Bell possessed was also made by Feng Sheng and resembled Feng Shu. However, there was a difference. The puppet Little Bell embodied looked quite young, representing Feng Shu, the young master of the Feng family during his youth, while the puppet in Feng Sheng’s hand already possessed the mature appearance that reflects the owner’s temperament—it was Feng Shu, the current head of the Feng family, who was capable of discerning right from wrong and standing on his own.

Crossing the Endless River, the cloud ship arrived at Qingmu City.

Elder Xue and Elder Yu led the way, followed by the younger disciples.

In Feng Shu’s distress signal to Qingyun Academy, he mentioned the collusion between the Liu family and the Sea Demons. The Sea Demons must be eliminated. As for the Liu family, if Feng Shu’s words were true, they too would be guilty of a grave crime.

Just as before, Elder Xue left a mark on everyone.

The Feng family was skilled in the art of puppetry. Their ability to rank among the Three Immortal Families was not solely based on craftsmanship; cultivation realm was the foundation throughout the Four Seas and Eight Realms. For the head of the Feng family to entrust a spirit with a puppet body to send a distress signal, a mere Liu family could not be the only threat; the Sea Demons who arrived were likely not simple either.

“Be careful, everyone.”

Looking at a junior disciple with a youthful temperament yet absolutely fearless eyes, Elder Xue’s thoughts grew heavier.

Logically, this batch of newly admitted students was not yet at the stage of exorcising demons and slaying evil. The most important task for them now was to settle their temperaments. Why did the Headmaster repeatedly instruct them to venture out? Even if a few young sanctuary lords among them needed more tempering, was it not too early?

Elder Xue could not understand the Headmaster’s intent and sighed.

The gates of Qingmu City were wide open. Not much trace of residual spiritual energy remained. Dark stains were continuous along the road, almost deeply seeped into the stone bricks. It was impossible to tell with the naked eye whether it was human blood or some other liquid left behind.

Elder Yu held a long-necked jade vase in her hand. The clear spiritual water within was guided by her fingertips, instantly transforming from a single stream as thin as a hair into thousands of threads. In the blink of an eye, it passed through all the streets and alleys of Qingmu City, not even sparing a single house or any hidden underground room.

Elder Yu closed her eyes, the scene flashing rapidly through her mind.

“The Feng family was indeed attacked. Liu Banxin, the head of the Liu family, collaborated with a Sea Demon…” Elder Yu paused.

Recalling the scene from three days ago based on the residual traces in the city, she saw Liu Banxin break through the Feng family’s barrier, but the Sea Demon by her side was unlike any she had ever seen.

“What kind of Sea Demon?” Elder Xue asked.

Elder Yu shook her head, collecting all the spiritual water. With a final wave of her hand, she revealed the Sea Demon’s appearance to everyone—

The Sea Demon on the water screen had already taken human form, with complete features and appearance, and was wearing a robe. Its aura was intensely scorching; it could not only burn the Feng family’s puppets but also melt some high-grade spiritual artifacts and instantly dissolve swords in its hands.

Lord Lanshan watched the scene flash across the water screen. Seeing the liquid droplets wrapped in flames, she asked doubtfully, “Is that magma?”

Elder Xue looked at her: “Lanshan, do you recognize this Sea Demon?”

Lord Lanshan contemplated for a moment, then whispered, “She is very likely a demon that lives in an underwater volcano.”

The Record of Sea Demons mentioned this type of Sea Demon but did not describe its specific features. According to the Valley Lord, she only recorded this type of Sea Demon in the Record of Sea Demons because she had heard of it, but she had never seen one herself and did not know the details.

Elder Yu removed the water screen and said indifferently, “There are no signs of living people in the city.”

Feng Sheng suddenly looked up: “What!?”

“Impossible!” She recoiled in shock, then immediately rushed toward the city.

“Huh? Then where are the Feng family members? She said she wouldn’t be in danger before I got back.” Little Bell was now perched on Lord Lanshan’s shoulder, its voice laced with a sob. “Was I too slow?”

Cangwu glanced at the weeping little figure on her Senior Sister’s shoulder, reached out, pinched it, and lifted the puppet onto her own hand. Little Bell looked up, meeting Cangwu’s eyes. The heavy pressure choked back all its defiance.

Lord Lanshan saw this and reached up to gently touch Little Bell’s head: “This is not your fault.”

A little spirit with low spiritual power, not even able to transform into human shape, showed immense courage to travel a thousand miles to deliver a message because of a promise.

Little Bell curled up in Cangwu’s palm, burying its head in private sorrow.

“There are many spirits and monsters here. Everyone, ask around and search.”

“Wait a moment,” Zhao Chen spoke up.

“There are still living things.”

Elder Yu frowned slightly. She had already surveyed the entire city. If there were any living creatures, their aura would have been captured by the spiritual water, unless they were underground…

Underground…!

Just as Elder Yu was preparing to investigate again, the ground suddenly shook, followed by hot magma spurting wildly upward, creating sizzling noises and choking smoke. Along with the smoke came a streak of red.

“Be careful!”

“Quick, get out of the way!”

In an instant, a blood mist enveloped them, obscuring everyone’s figures. Even those close at hand could not tell if the person they saw was someone they knew.

Blood mist, Concealment of Blood Technique—Tu Wushuang!

Lord Lanshan was startled. The Divine Weapon, in sync with her mind, had already sprung into action.

Cangwu casually tucked Little Bell into her waist. Before her sword could be drawn, Tu Wushuang was already upon her. She could only use her sword sheath to block.

The next moment, a delicate chain-blade wrapped around her waist, and the other end was pulled with force, dragging her towards the attacker.

Cangwu did not resist, drawing her sword as she was pulled. Tu Wushuang pursued her relentlessly.

When Lord Lanshan brought Cangwu to her side, she saw Tu Wushuang still following them, and her eyelids suddenly twitched.

Sword blades clashed. Lord Lanshan embraced Cangwu and retreated. As Tu Wushuang moved away, the blood mist gradually dissipated in Qingmu City.

The vision cleared. Ming Yu and Xie Qingshuang stood back-to-back, facing Liu Banxin and Liu Shang.

Liu Banxin stroked the black-bellied, red-and-gold snake coiled around her arm, instructing Liu Shang: “Bring me the blade in her hand.”

Liu Shang obeyed: “Yes, Family Head.”

Xie Qingshuang’s expression was icy: “Liu family, acting like this, have you considered how you will stand in the Four Seas in the future?”

The familiar words fell into her ears. Liu Banxin looked at her former acquaintance’s disciple with a momentary trance. She chuckled twice, lamenting, “Your words sound very much like your master’s.”

Then, the subject abruptly changed. Liu Banxin narrowed her eyes. The snake on her waist coiled up, one person and one snake looking somewhat alike. “But I still maintain the same thought: for the sake of the Liu family, I don’t care.”

“Attack!”

Liu Shang took the order and attacked with her sword without the slightest hesitation.

Xie Qingshuang instantly recognized the sword technique as very similar to the one she had learned.

Meeting the sword moves, Xie Qingshuang was somewhat surprised. Liu Shang’s cultivation was not inferior to her own. She had never heard of such a talented junior in swordsmanship emerging from the Liu family. Xie Qingshuang was instantly entangled with Liu Shang.

Liu Banxin’s figure flashed, arriving in front of Ming Yu. Her voice, like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue, asked, “Why haven’t you handed over the Vermilion Bird Blade?”

Ming Yu stared intently at her face, no longer able to suppress her hatred.

“Go to hell!”

Liu Banxin had recently broken through to the Grand Void Realm and had entered the Immortal Realm of Returning to the Ruins. Ming Yu’s strength and speed were simply not enough in her eyes.

Easily gaining control of Ming Yu’s hand gripping the blade, a look of astonishment flashed in Liu Banxin’s eyes.

The meridians in Ming Yu’s right hand were torn open by her, wrapping around the handle of the blade like tree roots. If one wanted to take the blade, they would have to cut off her hand.

“Good, very ruthless. No wonder she sought you out,” Liu Banxin’s words carried a hint of admiration.

In a sense, this person was the same as her—stopping at nothing to achieve her goals.

“What a pity.”

Still too young…

Liu Banxin placed her hand on Ming Yu’s wrist, just about to dislocate her hand and take the blade when the blade’s edge suddenly slashed across, moving as fast as lightning.

Liu Banxin flinched and quickly avoided the attack, missing the chance to take the blade.

A slight pain came from her forehead. Liu Banxin raised her hand to wipe it, and upon seeing the dark red blood on her fingertip, she slowly frowned. This is… poison?

When she looked up again, three Ming Yu figures appeared before Liu Banxin. It was impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

But under the suppression of cultivation realm, even three Ming Yus were no match for Liu Banxin.

On the other side, Tu Wushuang fully activated the Concealment of Blood Technique. Her realm surged, directly pushing the two of them onto the Endless River.

For the sake of the pair of dragon eyes, Tu Wushuang had to use some low-level monster eyes these past few days, and the Concealment of Blood Technique was extremely cumbersome to use.

“You can’t defeat me,” Tu Wushuang smiled, her sword moves extremely fast.

Although Cangwu parried every single one, a thin layer of sweat had already broken out on her forehead.

Lord Lanshan tried to disrupt Tu Wushuang’s rhythm from behind. Unexpectedly, Tu Wushuang suddenly threw out a puppet. The puppet’s appearance had not yet been carved, but it contained a trace of Tu Wushuang’s spiritual consciousness, inheriting all her sword skills and moves. However, without the monster eyes, it could not perform the Concealment of Blood Technique.

The faceless puppet directly drew water from the Endless River and condensed a sword on the spot.

Lord Lanshan looked at the water sword and thought Tu Wushuang might be underestimating her too much, considering she was a Water Spirit Root after all.

The faceless puppet swung a sword. Lord Lanshan took the opportunity to control her spiritual power to guide the sword in its hand. The chain-blade wrapped directly around the puppet’s hands and feet, forcibly twisting the sword’s momentum to point at Tu Wushuang herself.

Although a trace of spiritual consciousness was in the puppet, Tu Wushuang’s main attention was still on Cangwu. Sensing the puppet thrusting towards her, Tu Wushuang had no choice but to cease her assault on Cangwu.

In that very moment, Cangwu counter-attacked, pressing down on Tu Wushuang from above. The two rapidly descended and plunged into the Endless River. Surrounding splashes created a large water pit.

“Cangwu!”

Lord Lanshan was startled and immediately held her breath to enter the water.