Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 74

Watching the figure walk towards them, Lingguang felt her scalp prickle. She deliberately controlled her expression to appear unchanged and waved a greeting: “Lanshan.”

‘Lord Lanshan’ smiled and nodded, her gaze immediately locking onto Cangwu.

“Cangwu, are you still angry?” ‘Lord Lanshan’ softened her voice deliberately.

Lingguang quickly glanced between them, utterly surprised. If she didn’t know this was a fake, she would have foolishly believed ‘she’ was the real Lanshan.

Seeing that Cangwu still had her back turned, ‘Lord Lanshan’ frowned slightly, as if enduring pain. Then she tilted her head and coughed lightly, a trace of blood oozing out, making her look completely weakened.

Lingguang was still hesitating whether to offer help when a figure flashed past her.

Cangwu supported the woman’s arm with a look of concern, speaking with a hint of self-reproach: “It’s my fault for throwing a tantrum. Senior Sister Lanshan must also take care of her body.”

‘Lord Lanshan’ looked at the hand supporting her, the corner of her lips curving upwards. She slowly leaned on Cangwu and nodded: “It’s good that you’re not angry anymore.”

What a display of deep sisterly affection. Lingguang was utterly astonished watching from the side.

Cangwu helped the person walk to one side, casting a look at Lingguang when ‘Lord Lanshan’ couldn’t see.

Lingguang closed her mouth, took a deep breath, looked left and right, and finally decided to go find Song Qingcheng to calm down.

“Senior Sister Lanshan, can you tell me what happened after you hid me?” Cangwu asked calmly.

And ‘Lord Lanshan’ had already prepared the words Feng Wuchang had instructed her to say—

“Tu Wushuang chased me to the bank of the Endless River. At that time, my spiritual energy was exhausted, and I thought I would perish there.” Saying this, ‘Lord Lanshan’ turned to look at Cangwu, her eyes soft and lingering, her eye sockets gradually showing a thin circle of red. Her voice was low and hoarse: “I thought I would never see you again.”

Cangwu suppressed the urge rising in her heart and lowered her gaze, saying: “It’s my fault for not protecting Senior Sister Lanshan well.”

“How can you blame yourself?” ‘Lord Lanshan’ reached out to touch Cangwu’s face. Before her fingertips could make contact, the person raised her eyes and looked up. The dark pupils were surrounded by a faint bluish haze, carrying an aura that inherently frightened fiendish beasts and spirits.

‘Lord Lanshan’ lowered her hand, and the Puppet Threads controlling her silently tightened.

“And then?” Cangwu continued to ask.

‘Lord Lanshan’: “Tu Wushuang only saw me alone and, in anger, wanted to kill me with one sword strike. It was the spirits in the forest who saved me. They hid me, allowing me to escape Tu Wushuang.”

Little Bell suddenly popped up from behind Cangwu. Hearing the mention of spirits, her eyes lit up: “Spirits! Which spirit!?”

Earlier, Cangwu and Lingguang had communicated entirely through voice transmission, so Little Bell did not know the ‘Lord Lanshan’ before them was fake.

‘Lord Lanshan’ shook her head at Little Bell: “I was unconscious then and didn’t see what they looked like.”

Little Bell sat on Cangwu’s shoulder, swinging her two short legs: “Okay.”

Cangwu was already annoyed, and the swinging in her peripheral vision only worsened it. She let out an impatient click of her tongue. Little Bell immediately stopped moving and threw herself onto ‘Lord Lanshan’ opposite her.

“Sister Lanshan…”

Just as she was about to complain, Little Bell’s nose suddenly nudged ‘Lord Lanshan’s’ neck, and she began to sniff.

‘Lord Lanshan’ maintained a faint smile and asked: “What are you sniffing?”

Little Bell’s expression changed repeatedly. She looked up at ‘Lord Lanshan’s’ face and tentatively called out: “Little Shadow?”

‘Lord Lanshan’ frowned, clearly confused: “What?”

Little Bell was about to speak when a hand suddenly picked her up.

Cangwu held the little figure and shook her, then tossed her far away to Lingguang: “Who knows what nonsense she’s saying. Senior Sister Lanshan doesn’t need to mind her.”

A small figure suddenly landed in Lingguang’s arms. Lingguang and Little Bell stared wide-eyed at each other.

Lingguang questioned Cangwu with her eyes, perplexed, but Cangwu didn’t even look at her, continuing her charade with her fake Senior Sister.

Lingguang had only Little Bell to turn to.

“Why did she throw you over?”

Little Bell snorted: “She’s stingy. I just wanted to smell Sister Lanshan a few more times.”

Lingguang thought, It’s a good thing you smelled this ‘Lanshan.’ If you had smelled the real one, it wouldn’t have been as simple as being tossed aside.

“Why were you smelling her, for goodness sake?” This was just a casual question from Lingguang.

Little Bell, however, became conflicted. She muttered: “Sister Lanshan’s scent is like a spirit I know.”

The Bell Grass, being sensitive to scent, could remember hundreds or even thousands of different spirit scents. Little Bell often travelled back and forth along the Endless River, and she had many spirit friends.

Upon hearing this, Lingguang immediately reached out to cover Little Bell’s mouth. She cautiously glanced at ‘Lord Lanshan,’ who was smiling happily—whatever Cangwu was saying seemed to have kept her from noticing this side.

“Little Bell, come, let’s talk over here.”

Lingguang needed to take Little Bell away from the courtyard where they were resting. To avoid ‘Lord Lanshan’s’ suspicion, she nudged Song Qingcheng’s leg.

Suddenly angry, she snapped: “Don’t talk to me anymore!”

Song Qingcheng: “…?”

Two breaths later—

Song Qingcheng: “Lingguang, you misunderstood.”

Lingguang hid Little Bell in her sleeve, huffed, and walked away. Song Qingcheng helplessly followed, appearing to be trying to appease her.

A crowd watched the backs of the two as they left.

Xiao Jiu poked Zhao Chen: “Do they often quarrel?”

“Occasionally.”

Zhao Chen rested her hands on her knees, keeping her attention on ‘Lord Lanshan’s’ movements.

Strange, where did Lanshan’s egg go?

In a corner, Song Qingcheng set up an array around them: “Alright, you can ask now.”

Little Bell was thoroughly confused: “Ask what?”

Lingguang asked: “Does that spirit friend of yours turn into the appearance of other people?”

Little Bell’s eyes widened: “How did you know!?”

Little Bell quickly realized and looked at Lingguang in astonishment: “Are you saying Little Shadow turned into Sister Lanshan!?”

“No, no. Little Shadow only turns into flowers and trees, not people.” Little Bell paused. “That’s not right either. Little Shadow came to Qingmu City a long time ago. She could have gotten a puppet body from the Feng family. No, it couldn’t be Little Shadow.”

Lingguang placed Little Bell in her palm and soothed her: “Don’t rush, don’t rush. No one said your friend turned into Lanshan. It could be another spirit similar to your friend.”

Little Bell asked: “Then why would it turn into Sister Lanshan’s appearance? Where is the real Sister Lanshan?”

Lingguang couldn’t answer that question, so she asked instead: “What kind of spirit is Little Shadow?”

Before Little Bell could answer, Song Qingcheng tilted her head and looked over: “She’s coming.”

The moment the array was withdrawn, Lingguang reached out, pulled Song Qingcheng in, and kissed her. Meanwhile, her peripheral vision tracked the distant figure.

The figure paused for a moment, then quickly disappeared.

Lingguang tilted her head and affectionately rubbed Song Qingcheng’s lips, thanking her for playing along with the act.

Song Qingcheng narrowed her eyes. The hand supporting Lingguang’s chin applied slight pressure, and she kissed her again before leaving, satisfied.

Lingguang pulled out the nearly flattened Little Bell and couldn’t help but marvel at how sturdy the material of this Feng family puppet was, not having fallen apart yet.

“She is very perceptive,” Song Qingcheng said, sounding pleased, her tone slightly higher than usual. “If Cangwu makes contact with either of us when we go back, it will likely arouse suspicion.”

“Then what should we do?” Lingguang’s eyes showed worry.

Just as Little Bell said, if the fake Lanshan is here, where is the real Lanshan?

Song Qingcheng reached out and smoothed the worry lines from Lingguang’s brow, comforting her: “Knowing Cangwu’s temperament, she won’t tolerate her for long.”

“If a fake you were by my side, I could tolerate her for half an hour at most. Cangwu, however, can only tolerate her for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.”

Lingguang looked confused: “Why half an hour? It takes you half an hour to recognize me?”

“Song Qingcheng!”

Song Qingcheng: “…”

The two returned under the gaze of the others. Lingguang was still stomping ahead furiously, with Song Qingcheng following behind her.

Cangwu could tell they had intended to move away earlier, but why did they seem genuinely angry now that they were back?

‘Lord Lanshan’ was also confused.

“Aren’t they reconciled?”

They even kissed.

“I don’t know,” Cangwu retracted her gaze and looked into ‘Lord Lanshan’s’ eyes. “Elder Xue and Elder Yu have discussed having Mo Huaisheng and Mu Fuan escort you back to the academy.”

‘Lord Lanshan’ twitched her lips: “When was this decided?”

Cangwu didn’t blink: “Just now, when you went to check on Lingguang and Song Qingcheng.”

“Am I the only one going back?” ‘Lord Lanshan’ asked, probing: “Aren’t you and Lingguang returning?”

“Feng Sheng just sent a voice transmission saying she found the rest of the Feng family members. We need to help handle the matters here.” Cangwu looked at her with a concerned expression. “Senior Sister Lanshan is injured; it would be best for you to return sooner.”

‘Lord Lanshan’ smiled and nodded: “That’s fine.”

“Then I’ll go pack your things,” Cangwu said considerately. “Elder Yu made some medicine that Senior Sister Lanshan will need.”

‘Lord Lanshan’ nodded again, the smile on her face deepening.

The moment she turned around, the coldness in Cangwu’s eyes solidified.

In their few brief encounters, Cangwu had left an imperceptible Dragon’s Breath on ‘Lord Lanshan.’ Since she came here disguised, she must want to obtain some information, and if she tries to transmit it, it will trigger a fluctuation in the Dragon’s Breath.

Sure enough, just as Cangwu expected, someone couldn’t resist the moment she walked away.

The Dragon’s Breath, influenced by spiritual energy, emitted a fluctuation carried by the faint spiritual power into the distance.

A few steps away, Cangwu instantly reappeared before ‘Lord Lanshan,’ a sinister smile curving up her lips: “Got you.”

Before the others around them could react, they saw Cangwu grab her Senior Sister and transform into a stream of light, speeding towards the Endless River.

Lingguang, who had still been acting angry with Song Qingcheng, immediately chased after them, only managing to shout a hurried sentence: “That Lanshan is fake!”

A flash of surprise crossed Ming Yu’s eyes. She glanced at Xie Qingshuang, whose expression remained unchanged, seemingly already aware of the matter.

Ming Yu couldn’t help but speak sarcastically: “You must know your Junior Sister very deeply. You didn’t say a word, yet just by looking, you knew she was a fake.”

A rare smile appeared on Xie Qingshuang’s face. She turned her head to look at Ming Yu: “You seem very concerned about my relationship with Lanshan.”

Ming Yu’s expression froze, and she replied coldly: “Self-important.”

Cangwu carried the person to the Endless River. ‘Lord Lanshan’ was still trying to maintain her disguise: “Cangwu, what are you doing?”

Upon hearing this, Cangwu exerted force with her hand. The puppet instantly shattered into pieces, leaving only the spirit’s soul.

And that spirit was stunned when it saw its true form.

The spiritual power carrying the Dragon’s Breath moved quickly, but Cangwu could still sense it. She arrived once again at the spot concealed by mud and sand.

“So, this is where it was.”