Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 75

“You said she would recognize it?”

Feng Wuchang’s eyes showed contempt as she crushed the spiritual message transmitted back by the puppet. Her gaze shifted ominously to Lord Lanshan, whose body had begun to stiffen: “You trusted the wrong person.”

Before her words had even finished, the water screen above was suddenly ripped apart by the sharp claws of some fierce beast. Without the screen’s barrier, the Endless River water instantly surged in, and the puppet-spirits supporting the screen all sank beneath the water.

Surprise flashed in Feng Wuchang’s eyes.

In the next moment, a spirit was violently flung before her, and a figure, radiating killing intent, instantly teleported over.

Lord Lanshan’s heart rate uncontrollably accelerated the moment the water screen was torn apart. Through the crack in the water barrier, she saw Cangwu’s face flash past. She had not trusted the wrong person.

Underwater, the vines grew wildly, continuously attacking Feng Wuchang and the Feng family members.

With many restrictions underwater, Feng Wuchang gave a command, and the Feng family members immediately emerged from the water, quickly forming a circle. The spirits trapped within the puppet bodies also obeyed orders and stood in front of the Feng family members.

Soon, an exceptionally thick vine broke out of the water. Two people stood atop the vine: Lord Lanshan, carefully held and supported by Cangwu.

Feng Wuchang still couldn’t believe that the puppet she had created, combined with the sentient shapeshifting grass, had been exposed so quickly, and that they even knew she was hiding beneath the water.

She asked, unwilling to accept defeat: “How did you find this place?”

She was sure that just a while ago, Cangwu hadn’t noticed anything suspicious.

The huge vine coiled like a dragon, and Cangwu stood as if on the dragon’s head. She looked down at Feng Wuchang with contempt, her eyes icy cold: “Even if you hide at the ends of the earth, I can still drag you out.”

Already forced to hide beneath the river due to persecution by the Liu family, being stared at by a junior with such arrogance fueled the killing intent in Feng Wuchang’s heart. She licked her dry lower lip.

Just as she was about to strike, her confidante sent a voice transmission: “Family Head, the Young Lord was taken away by Feng Sheng during the chaos.”

Feng Wuchang’s brow furrowed. She ordered: “Take a few people to pursue them.”

Feng Sheng’s talent for puppetry was certainly good, but she had little offensive power, and Feng Shu’s spiritual energy was sealed. The two couldn’t get far.

“Yes.”

After several Feng family members left, barriers rose around them, completely isolating a separate world.

“Arrogant,” Feng Wuchang sneered. A gash suddenly appeared in her palm, and countless Puppet Threads drilled out, connecting to the surrounding puppets.

“Senior Sister, I’ll be back in a moment,” Cangwu said, preparing to descend from the top of the vine.

“Wait.” Lord Lanshan reached out and grabbed her.

A delicate chain intertwined with gold and silver slipped from Lord Lanshan’s index finger and encircled Cangwu’s middle finger. Cangwu only had time for a quick glance before the puppet spirits, now controlled, charged upward.

Spiritual energy gathered on the chain-blade. Cangwu turned and swung it forcefully. Meeting no resistance, the chain-blade instantly extended a hundred meters, sweeping across with a terrifying Four Quarters Aura. The puppet spirits pressed closest were all dispersed from their puppet bodies, their souls subdued by the Four Quarters Aura and forced to bow in submission.

Feng Wuchang also felt that powerful coercion. She narrowed her eyes and asked in disbelief: “Is that one of the Four Quarters?”

Then, recalling the sharp, narrow claw marks when the water screen was torn, she realized: It must be the Azure Dragon.

So that was it. The Dragon’s Breath could reach for a thousand miles. Feng Wuchang knew how Cangwu had found this place.

The Azure Dragon… so young. Could she be the Young Lord of the Azure Dragon Palace? But the Azure Dragon Palace Lord had not appeared for centuries, nor had there been any news of a new Azure Dragon. How could a Young Lord suddenly emerge?

Doubt lingered in Feng Wuchang’s mind, causing a momentary delay in her action. This single instant was enough for Cangwu to appear right before her.

However, there was a difference in cultivation realms between the two. Feng Wuchang reacted quickly, wrapping her Puppet Threads around the gold-and-silver chain-blade.

The Puppet Threads were infused with Feng Wuchang’s spiritual energy and should not be easily cut, even by Divine Weapons. Yet, those entwined with the chain-blade snapped one by one, offering no resistance.

The Puppet Threads were the very foundation of a Puppeteer’s self-preservation and defense. Feng Wuchang’s face instantly changed.

The chain-blade shifted unpredictably in Cangwu’s hand, contracting into the shape of a sword in an instant. Even without a thin, sharp edge, it possessed a formidable destructive power.

Cangwu pressed forward relentlessly. Feng Wuchang’s Puppet Threads could no longer maintain her dignity and stance as a Family Head. She could only rely on the advantage of her cultivation realm to suppress Cangwu, weakening the opponent’s sword intent and momentum.

Suddenly—!

The tip of that object—which barely qualified as a sword—pressed directly against Feng Wuchang’s brow, just an inch away.

Cold sweat dripped down her temples. Feng Wuchang heard a woman’s voice.

“You wouldn’t want to die at the hands of a junior like this, would you, Family Head Feng?”

“I can help you. As long as the Feng family is willing to serve me, I can ensure the Feng family stands invincible among the Four Seas.”

“Are you willing?”

At this moment, Feng Wuchang had no choice but to agree.

“Fine!”

The next moment, an arrow tore through the air, instantly shattering the surrounding barriers and shooting straight toward the person on the vine.

The oppressive feeling on her brow suddenly vanished, and Feng Wuchang instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Senior Sister!”

The time it took for the sharp arrow to penetrate the barrier and reach Lord Lanshan was precisely enough for Cangwu to arrive. Had she hesitated for a single second, the arrow would have pierced her heart. But with Lord Lanshan as the choice, Cangwu would never hesitate for another.

The chain-blade tightly contracted and was held up by Cangwu in front of her. The immense pressure forced Cangwu’s Demon Aspect to manifest, and fresh blood gushed from her mouth.

“Cangwu…” Lord Lanshan opened her mouth, and a red thread suddenly flashed in her eyes.

A Puppet Thread.

Feng Wuchang, grinning maliciously from beneath the vine, manipulated Lord Lanshan’s limbs, forcing her to stand and approach Cangwu.

Cangwu felt the person behind her getting closer and hurriedly shouted: “Senior Sister, don’t come closer!”

The arrow advanced another inch, having already forced the chain-blade to split slightly.

Cangwu’s legs buckled.

“Cangwu,” Lord Lanshan still retained some rationality, and her voice trembled, “Get away quickly.”

Lord Lanshan watched helplessly as her own hand raised the dagger—the one she thought she had hidden from Feng Wuchang—and pointed it at Cangwu’s back.

She could not hurt Cangwu.

Lord Lanshan desperately bit her lower lip. Feeling her teeth sink into her flesh and tasting blood, she fiercely resisted the force controlling her body. The Puppet Threads mercilessly cut into her meridians. Dark marks seeped through her ritual robes, gradually wetting the fabric.

The scent of blood diffused, carried by the wind to Cangwu’s nose.

She suddenly glanced sideways and saw Lord Lanshan with the dagger raised high, pointed at her.

“Senior Sister… Ugh!”

The chain-blade was completely forced apart. The sharp arrow directly pierced Cangwu’s palm and shot into her heart.

The Dragon Scale instantly unfurled, blocking the arrow from advancing another fraction.

The spot where the arrow tip rested tore the ritual robe. The surrounding Dragon Scales slowly peeled away until that crescent-shaped, pale-colored Dragon Scale was revealed.

The seals within Cangwu were continuously being assaulted. At this moment, she fully manifested her maximal Demon Aspect: vertical pupils, dragon horns, blue hair, and a sudden eruption of the Four Quarters Aura.

Both were struggling desperately. Cangwu refused to retreat, and Lord Lanshan refused to move forward.

The Puppet Threads needed one last push to completely take root in Lord Lanshan’s heart meridian. Feng Wuchang waited for the right moment while continuing to control Lord Lanshan’s body.

“It really is an Azure Dragon.”

Someone murmured. Feng Wuchang was startled. She turned her head and found a woman hidden beneath a black cloak standing beside her.

“Who are you?” Feng Wuchang asked, though she already had a judgment in mind.

“I just helped you solve a big problem,” the person under the cloak curved her lips. “Family Head Feng, you wouldn’t go back on your word, would you?”

Feng Wuchang slightly lowered her head: “Certainly not.”

Jiang Li watched the little Azure Dragon, who couldn’t even withstand one of her arrows, with appreciation. She couldn’t help but inwardly curse Tu Wushuang for failing to complete the task despite being given the Dragon Roar, and now being missing.

Her gaze shifted back to Cangwu. Jiang Li curved her lips into a smile. If she couldn’t handle Yun Chi, surely she could handle this little one.

Her greedy gaze swept over the Dragon Scales and Dragon Horns on Cangwu’s body, finally resting on that pale, crescent-shaped scale.

That was the Dragon’s Inverse Scale, invaluable.

She wanted that.

Just as Jiang Li was preparing to take Cangwu down before the sharp arrow could shatter that Inverse Scale, the situation suddenly changed.

The gold-and-silver chain-blade suddenly erupted in white light. The surrounding spiritual energy was swiftly drawn towards the top of the vine in a swirling vortex.

Spiritual energy continuously gathered and was absorbed. The surface of the Endless River began to float with the corpses of fish and shrimp, and the vegetation on both banks rapidly withered.

“What is going on?” Feng Wuchang asked in shock.

Jiang Li gritted her teeth, but people from Qingyun Academy were already rushing over nearby. She had missed the best opportunity to take Cangwu.

“Go!”

Seeing this, Feng Wuchang did not hesitate, taking the remaining Feng family disciples with her as she left.

When Lingguang and the others arrived, they saw Cangwu standing on top of the vine, continuously absorbing the spiritual energy of the surrounding life forms, her Demon Aspect fully manifest.

More bizarrely, behind Cangwu, Lord Lanshan was covered in blood, holding the short dagger, seemingly ready to strike Cangwu.

“Lanshan! Cangwu!” Lingguang cried out in alarm and leaped onto the vine.

Song Qingcheng noticed something was terribly wrong with Cangwu and cautiously followed by Lingguang’s side.

Sure enough, just as Lingguang reached the vine, Cangwu suddenly opened her eyes and swung a chain-blade out with murderous intent.

Song Qingcheng was prepared and immediately moved Lingguang to the other side.

Cangwu’s attack missed.

“Cangwu!” Song Qingcheng shouted angrily, “Snap out of it!”

Cangwu was filled with killing intent, stubbornly protecting Lord Lanshan. Anyone who approached would be met with the same hostility.

Xie Qingshuang, who had arrived with Elder Xue shortly after, saw Cangwu’s appearance and immediately drew her sword.

Ming Yu restrained her, somewhat surprised by her uncharacteristic reaction.

She had noticed Xie Qingshuang’s peculiar attitude towards Cangwu, but such uncontrollable emotional leakage was rare.

Looking up, Ming Yu’s eyes also instantly narrowed.

Dragon Horns…

“Cangwu is actually… of the Azure Dragon lineage?” Xiao Jiu also widened her eyes in shock.

Zhao Chen frowned nearby. Azure Dragon?

Some things seemed to connect in this moment.

Looking at Cangwu, who was still continuously absorbing spiritual energy, Elder Xue frowned severely. She pinched a hand seal and shouted: “Seal!”

The surrounding spiritual energy paused for a moment. Elder Xue instantly appeared before Cangwu, her palm striking her forehead across the air, and an imprint appeared.

With the spiritual energy shockwave, Cangwu slowly closed her eyes, and her body went limp.

Turning to Lord Lanshan, Elder Xue sighed and used the same method to put her to sleep.

The vine dissolved into spiritual energy. Elder Xue brought the two down.

She addressed the others: “What happened today must not be spread outside.”

“Yes.”

Lingguang carried Lord Lanshan on her back. Xiao Jiu, after receiving a glare from Elder Xue, dutifully carried Cangwu on her back. The others were tasked with scattering growth spiritual liquid in the Endless River and its banks to help the life forms recover.

As Xie Qingshuang passed Cangwu with the spiritual liquid, the sword in her hand trembled slightly.

She couldn’t forget. She would never forget.

In her previous life, Cangwu had fallen into depravity just like this, draining all life—human, spirit, or plant—into desiccated husks.

A dark light flashed in Xie Qingshuang’s eyes, her gaze resolute.

No.

She must be killed quickly!