Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 78

This was practically a chaotic battle. No one would have expected that the Liu family and the Feng family would one day unite to attack the Qingyun Academy. Furthermore, three Young Masters from the Four Palaces and the Young Master of a Great Immortal Sect were involved.

At this moment, Feng Wuchang was also hesitant.

But, having come this far, she had no way to retreat.

The Feng family was only responsible for Lan Shanjun and Cangwu, so even if the Four Palaces and the Immortal Sects pursued the matter later, she could shift all the blame to the Liu family.

Feng Wuchang consoled herself silently, controlling the puppet strings as they moved through the chaotic crowd, accurately seeking out her target.

“Mother!” A figure quickly shielded the target.

The puppet strings immediately halted.

Feng Wuchang furrowed her brow and sternly shouted, “Get out of the way!”

Feng Shu saw the Feng family disciples and some controlled jingguai (sprites/demonic creatures) surrounding them. Her eyes turned red, and she spoke in pain, “Mother, stop. You will ruin the Feng family this way.”

“Ruin the Feng family?” Feng Wuchang sneered. “How dare you say that? If it weren’t for me, wouldn’t the Feng family have been destroyed by you long ago?”

Had she not prepared early and led the Feng family members to hide beneath the Endless River, the Feng family would have already been annihilated by the Liu family.

“I…” Feng Shu was speechless.

The next moment, tightly pulled puppet strings bound Feng Shu. Two Feng family disciples stepped forward and restrained her.

Feng Shu looked at the two people holding her down. Before she could try to persuade them, she saw the puppet strings rapidly flash in their eyes.

All words caught in her throat. Feng Shu widened her eyes, staring in disbelief at the back of the woman in front of her.

How could she? How could she do this!

“Feng Wuchang!” This was the first time Feng Shu called the woman by her full name. Tears streamed down her face as she questioned, filled with despair and collapse, “What have you done to them!?”

Why did the Feng family members also have puppet strings on them?

The answer was self-evident. Feng Wuchang had not only controlled those jingguai but had also used the puppet strings to control the Feng family members.

No, not entirely the Feng family members.

Feng Shu watched as four cultivators in Feng family attire slowly gathered around Feng Wuchang. They held high-grade swords and blades, and they were none other than the rogue cultivators who had once made it onto the Tianji (Heaven’s Secret) Ranking years ago and then vanished without a trace.

When Qingmu City was first established, it gained fame for a period because a very precious metal and stone—jinshi (gold stone)—used for forging blades and swords was reportedly discovered there. Major families and sects naturally did not lack weapons, so during that time, many rogue cultivators were drawn to the city.

Feng Shu remembered that she was just beginning to recall things then. The Feng family was still a small immortal family. Feng Wuchang used the jinshi to win over many rogue cultivators with high cultivation bases. The Feng family subsequently prospered until it became one of the three major immortal families today.

The familiar faces matched the memories of the rogue cultivators talking and laughing in the Feng family’s backyard. Feng Shu realized the truth.

It wasn’t winning them over; it was control.

Feng Wuchang had controlled these young, promising rogue cultivators who were just entering society a decade or so ago. She had deceived them.

Feng Wuchang’s expression remained unchanged upon hearing the commotion behind her. She turned her gaze to the two people on the cloud boat, raised her hand to her shoulder, and waved.

The eyes of the four people behind her instantly changed. Cultivators who could make it onto the Tianji Ranking were not easy to deal with, and since they were either friends or close companions, they were already intimately familiar with each other’s sword and blade techniques. Even with their minds controlled, they could cooperate seamlessly.

Lan Shanjun pressed close to Cangwu and spoke to Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng beside her: “They are aiming for Cangwu.”

“Cangwu, catch this.” Ling Guang tossed a sword over. “Use this for now. When we go back, I’ll gift you a shenwu (divine weapon) too.”

Cangwu caught the sword, rotated her wrist to adapt to it. It was a high-grade fajian (magic sword), the same rank as the Hewen (Crane’s Kiss).

She slightly tilted her head and saw Ling Guang also take out a sword. Cangwu raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. You can use a sword?

Ling Guang chuckled, his sword skills flashy and smooth. “I am the Young Master of the Vermilion Bird Palace. Don’t look down on me.”

Song Qingcheng looked serious. She quietly instructed, “Don’t be careless. Be cautious.”

The sound of blades scraping against each other rang out the moment the formation glowed. Song Qingcheng stood on the edge of the cloud boat, holding a luopan (compass) in one hand and conjuring a myriad of formations with the other.

“All-encompassing, descend!”

In an instant, a golden formation that absorbed spiritual energy slowly appeared beneath the feet of everyone on the Qingyun Academy side. This formation could timely replenish their depleted spiritual power. On the other side, the disciples of the Liu and Feng families were trapped in a bloody red formation.

Xiao Jiu used a staff to smash a snake that was about to bite her into pieces. Afterward, feeling her spiritual power fully replenished and her body full of strength, she turned and smiled, “It’s really nice to have a Formation Cultivator around, isn’t it, Zhaochen?”

Zhaochen held the qin (zither) she always carried. The outer cloth cover was splashed with drops of fresh blood.

The majority of people around them were disciples and jingguai. Trapped by Song Qingcheng’s formation, they couldn’t break free for a while. Xiao Jiu turned to see the heated battle on the other side, swung her staff, and rushed over.

“Senior Sister Xie, I’m coming to help you!”

Zhaochen hesitated for a moment and followed her.

Mo Haisheng and Mu Fu’an, who were entangled off the cloud boat, also gathered toward Lan Shanjun after the formation was set.

Mu Fu’an lightly pinched a talisman with two fingers, slightly bent her body, cleverly dodged a sword strike, and slid to a kneel in front of Cangwu. A cold, gleaming blade was held horizontally before her. Mu Fu’an unhesitatingly pasted the talisman onto the blade. Then, using the momentum of Cangwu raising her sword, she quickly stood up. Her movements were graceful and fluid.

Ling Guang had personally witnessed the power of Mu Fu’an’s talismans on blades and swords, so he turned without hesitation and swung his sword toward Mu Fu’an. “Give me one, too.”

Mu Fu’an’s cheeks flushed slightly, her excitement clear. She nodded and quickly pasted a talisman onto his sword.

The next second, a chain-blade carrying a strong gust of wind swiftly approached. Mu Fu’an didn’t hesitate and pasted another talisman onto it.

The strong wind surged. The chain-blade swept past. The puppet-controlled blade cultivator was fiercely thrown backward. Lan Shanjun couldn’t help but be stunned. The combined power of Song Qingcheng’s formation, Mu Fu’an’s talismans, and Mo Haisheng’s flute music was unexpectedly so great.

Controlled by the puppet strings, the already scarred sword and blade cultivators repeatedly got back up to attack. Their bodies were already on the verge of collapsing.

Lan Shanjun retracted the wind-force attached to her chain-blade. After shaking off the talisman paper from the chain, she wrapped the chain directly around their hands and feet.

She looked up, meeting Feng Wuchang’s gaze. Lan Shanjun’s expression became stiff.

How could she forget? She had also been implanted with a puppet string…

Feng Wuchang’s lips slowly curled into a smile. She slowly moved her fingers, intending to control Lan Shanjun to strike the Cangwu beside her.

Slowly, Feng Wuchang’s expression became even more colorful than Lan Shanjun’s. She realized that she could not control Lan Shanjun.

She singled out Lan Shanjun’s string from the countless puppet strings. Seeing the loose, limp puppet string, Feng Wuchang confirmed that the puppet string she had implanted in Lan Shanjun had been completely cleared.

This is impossible…

“Old hag, take this!”

Cangwu was the first to rush forward. Driven by anger, she swung her sword at Feng Wuchang, determined to avenge her Senior Sister and vent her frustration.

Feng Wuchang subconsciously used a puppet string to block her sword. Unlike the previous time when it was severed, the puppet string firmly blocked the sword this time.

Just as Feng Wuchang was puzzled, the sword in front of her suddenly gained an extra layer of aura. Her proud puppet strings once again melted and broke one after another before her eyes.

“This!… No, Dragon’s Breath!” Feng Wuchang realized what that aura was.

It was the Azure Dragon’s Dragon’s Breath!

“You should also taste the feeling of Dragon’s Breath entering your body.” Cangwu sneered and slapped her palm toward Feng Wuchang’s chest.

Feng Wuchang swiftly dodged. The palm that met Cangwu’s was another hand.

A clash of homologous auras forced Cangwu to retreat.

Her body swayed unsteadily, and then she was wrapped in a familiar aura and steadied.

Lan Shanjun lowered her gaze and saw Cangwu’s uncontrollably shaking hand. Bright red liquid flowed from her arm down to her fingertips, dripping one by one.

“Who… are you?” Cangwu looked up at the woman beneath the black robe, her voice trembling.

Lan Shanjun, standing nearby, keenly sensed the change in Cangwu’s emotions.

She reached out and embraced Cangwu’s shoulder.

Jiang Li, beneath the black robe, curled her lips and altered her voice, gently saying, “Come with me, and you will know everything you want to know.”

Cangwu pressed her lips together.

Lan Shanjun’s grip tightened. “Cangwu, don’t believe her.”

“Good child.”

Cangwu’s pupils suddenly constricted. She clenched her jaw and fiercely swung her sword. The sword energy was deadly and aggressive.

Jiang Li’s figure flashed and dodged. She clicked her tongue, “That’s not being a good girl.”

“Get lost!” Cangwu pointed her sword at her. The dragon scales around her eyes flickered in and out of sight. “I won’t go with you.”

Jiang Li’s smile slowly vanished, and her voice became cold. “Then don’t blame me.”

She drew the bow, released the arrow, incredibly swiftly.

But the arrow was aimed not at Cangwu but at Lan Shanjun beside her.

“Senior Sister!”

The instant Cangwu rushed over, Lan Shanjun pushed her away. Her chain-blade, whirling, intercepted the arrow from the direction it came, catching the arrow’s tail. The force of the sharp arrow pushed her backward.

Lan Shanjun used all her spiritual power but couldn’t change the arrow’s direction.

A vein throbbed on her forehead. Lan Shanjun noticed an extra gold-colored chain on her chain-blade that was faintly glowing.

「Heh, finally, she’s going to die.」

She heard a voice.

Lan Shanjun: “?”

The chain-blade wrapped around the arrow shaft, constricting inch by inch.

As a Spirit King, Lan Shanjun’s speed was very fast. She tried to channel her spiritual power into that gold-colored chain.

The arrow moved.

Lan Shanjun seized the moment and unleashed her spiritual power. The arrow was destroyed directly within the chain-blade.

Lightly taking a breath, Lan Shanjun replied to the voice that came out of nowhere, “Didn’t die. Are you angry?”

The Spirit King on the other side: “…”

Jiang Li looked dangerously at the chain-blade in Lan Shanjun’s hand, her eyes filled with greed and possessiveness.

A chain-blade that could directly twist and destroy the Destiny Arrow… what was that thing?

“Feng Wuchang.”

Feng Wuchang approached, bowing her head. “Master.”

“I will personally handle these two. You go help Chong Yan. Don’t let those two troublesome things come over and cause trouble.”

“Yes.”

Feng Wuchang agreed verbally, but her eyes were already scanning the surrounding situation.

The Feng family disciples and the puppet jingguai were all taken away. Passing by Feng Shu, Feng Wuchang hesitated for a moment but still unlocked her spiritual power seal.

“You leave.”

Feng Shu froze in place.

After her spiritual power recovered, Feng Shu took one last look at her mother, then searched for a familiar figure in the chaos.

Feng Sheng, I must find Feng Sheng as soon as possible.

Jiang Li re-drew the Destiny Bow, two arrows held in her hand.

At the very last moment of being poised to strike, the bow and arrows vanished into thin air. Jiang Li violently coughed up a mouthful of blood, looking at her empty hands with a dark expression.

“Damn it, why now.”

Destiny, after all, was not hers.