Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 79

“What does it matter if I don’t have the Mandate of Heaven Bow?”

Jiang Li’s expression darkened. She moved her fingers, and countless shattered bones condensed from her palm, finally forming a bone blade.

The bone blade was wrapped in a layer of bloody mist, emanating a ferocious killing aura that pierced the sky.

In the next moment, a bloody mist, identical to Tu Wushuang’s Blood Concealment Art, spread out, instantly enveloping everyone within it.

When Tu Wushuang activated the Blood Concealment Art, it only obscured vision. But the instant Jiang Li activated her version, Lan Shan Jun felt an invisible hand gripping her throat, and the spiritual energy within her body was relentlessly drained away.

“Cang Wu.”

“Elder Sister.”

Their hands met in the bloody mist. Lan Shan Jun opened and then closed her eyes. Her vision went from clear to blurry. When she opened them again, the bloody mist in front of her had thinned. She could make out the blurry figures of the people around her.

Lan Shan Jun controlled her chain whip, making it circle around her and Cang Wu, staying alert to the movements in their surroundings.

The spell formation that Song Qingcheng had imposed on them was fading. The spiritual power lost due to the bloody mist could not be replenished.

And that woman had disappeared to some unknown location.

A chilling sensation appeared behind her. Lan Shan Jun heard a hiss, similar to a snake flicking its tongue. She spun her head sharply, but there was no one behind her.

The feeling of fear hanging over her was unpleasant. The panic intensified with time. Lan Shan Jun took a deep breath, calming herself down.

Suddenly, the airflow sped up slightly to her right. Lan Shan Jun’s action was quicker than her thought. She lifted her hand to clasp Cang Wu’s shoulder, using the leverage to flip and move in front of her. The chain whip lashed out instantly.

It didn’t hit air. The chain whip collided with the bone blade, quickly wrapping around it.

Lan Shan Jun narrowed her eyes, spotting the woman’s blurred figure within the bloody mist.

“Heh, overestimating yourself.”

The woman sneered.

Spiritual power carrying killing intent surged along the chain whip, attempting to force Lan Shan Jun to let go. If she didn’t, her right arm would be torn off by the spiritual power, and perhaps even half of her body would cease to exist.

Lan Shan Jun gritted her teeth, about to let go and dodge, when a force suddenly pressed onto her shoulder. This force was like a rope, composed of different spiritual energies interwoven together—all familiar auras.

Within the bloody mist, Cang Wu stood behind Lan Shan Jun, followed by Ling Guang, Song Qingcheng, Mo Huaisheng, and Mu Fu’an.

“Don’t be afraid, Lan Shan,” Ling Guang gritted her teeth, lending her energy.

A brilliant crimson-gold formation glowed under their feet. Song Qingcheng used one hand to assist Lan Shan Jun and the other to swiftly solidify the spell formation. This time, she cast a slaughter formation, designating all of their positions as the formation’s core. Using the formation, she maximized the power of their combined spiritual energy.

A talisman fluttered down, and a booming sound of thunder exploded. Mu Fu’an formed an incantation with her hands, pointed one finger toward the sky, and shouted: “Strike with thunder!”

Lightning bolts rapidly descended, aimed directly at Jiang Li opposite the group.

Although the force of the thunder was weak, it struck bolt after bolt. Jiang Li diverted her attention to set up a barrier around herself, and the spiritual power in her hand weakened slightly as a result.

The collision of spiritual energies from both sides caused fluctuations in the mist, affecting everyone else within the bloody fog.

Xiao Jiu faced off against Liu Shang. Both were injured.

Seeing the crackling lightning in the bloody mist, Xiao Jiu swept Liu Shang away with a staff, exclaiming: “Where did that thunder come from? Who broke through a cultivation boundary?”

After speaking, seeing that Liu Shang didn’t attack again, Xiao Jiu clicked her tongue and chased after her, using her long staff to block her path: “You haven’t decided the winner yet, Little Lord, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Want to help your family head? You’ll have to get past me first.”

Liu Shang’s expression was already impatient. This Little Lord of the White Tiger Hall was full of reckless strength. Her staff movements were fierce and deadly, and she was extremely difficult to deal with. After a hundred rounds, although neither was victorious, the bone in her right arm, which held the sword, had begun to crack, churning in her flesh and causing unbearable pain.

Swallowing her last pain-relief pill, Liu Shang gritted her teeth and met the attack, but her sword techniques and forms were already disorganized, unable to withstand Xiao Jiu’s relentless staff strikes.

With the final staff blow pressed against Liu Shang’s sword blade, Xiao Jiu directly forced her back to the cloud boat’s mast.

“Little Lord, you lose.”

Liu Shang’s arm lost all strength, and her long sword fell straight down.

A surge of spiritual power swept in, returning the spiritual sword to Liu Shang’s hand. She was also pulled away from under Xiao Jiu’s staff by Liu Banxin.

Liu Banxin looked at her with a cold face, coldly reprimanding her: “You are a sword cultivator. How can you abandon your sword?”

Liu Shang lowered her gaze: “It won’t happen again.”

She tightened her grip on the sword with her left hand. This sword was given to her by Liu Banxin when she was designated as the Little Lord.

It was both a gift and a nightmare. Liu Shang felt that she was living as someone’s shadow, and she could never escape that person’s image.

Liu Banxin held the narrow blade she had seized from Ming Yu, her finger brushing the poisonous snake coiled around her waist. She commanded in a low voice: “Go!”

Her mission was only to seize the blade. Since the blade was in hand, the others were no longer related to her Liu family.

With the cover of the bloody mist, the Liu family retreated swiftly and were untraceable.

Xiao Jiu habitually twirled her Limitless Staff, vaguely feeling that the blade in Liu Banxin’s hand looked very familiar.

“Darn it! Isn’t that Ming Yu’s blade?”

Liu Banxin was, after all, the family head of the First Immortal Clan, with unfathomable cultivation. Even with their exceptional talent, Xie Qingshuang and Ming Yu were no match for Liu Banxin, even two against one.

Xiao Jiu revealed her half-demon form, two pairs of eyes gleaming in the bloody mist.

She saw Xie Qingshuang holding the blood-covered Ming Yu. Ming Yu’s aura was so faint she was practically a corpse, and Elder Yu was trying her best nearby to maintain her dissipating primal spirit.

The bloody mist had only been active for about half an incense stick’s time. What happened in between?

Curious, Xiao Jiu approached, but before she could speak, Elder Yu stood up and grabbed her, then turned to Xie Qingshuang: “Her soul is unstable now. You watch over her.”

Xie Qingshuang nodded. Elder Yu, not quite reassured, set up a barrier around the two of them.

Elder Yu quickly pulled Xiao Jiu deep into the bloody mist.

“Go find Lan Shan and the others.”

Hearing this, Xiao Jiu searched through the bloody mist. Blurry figures were moving, completely unaffected by the mist.

Xiao Jiu wondered: “Is it Tu Wushuang?”

If it was Tu Wushuang, then Lan Shan and Ling Guang should definitely be able to defeat her.

“No.”

Tu Wushuang would not have the ability or power to create a bloody mist of this magnitude.

“Demon Restraint Cords, go!”

Golden light streaks flew out from under Elder Yu’s sleeve, chasing the figures flickering in the bloody mist.

Dozens of Demon Restraint Cords tied up Jiang Li’s hands and feet. Xiao Jiu was about to cheer but saw the Cords melting one by one.

Jiang Li looked mockingly at the two people who had rushed over and sneered: “You think you can trap me with this kind of thing?”

“Elder Yu, the Demon Restraint Cords… snapped,” Xiao Jiu relayed to the person beside her.

Elder Yu frowned, opening her mouth with doubt: “Does she possess the aura of the Four Directions?”

Not long ago, the Vermillion Bird Hall Lord sent word that a flood dragon had transformed into a true dragon. Could this be her?

“I see Lan Shan and the others!” Xiao Jiu exclaimed.

Within the bloody mist, a gentle glow wrapped around a group of young people inside the cloud boat. Among the many figures lying scattered, only Zhao Chen stood holding his qin.

“Hey, Zhao Chen?” Xiao Jiu looked at Zhao Chen, who was blocking everyone, in surprise.

Zhao Chen… wasn’t he right beside her just now? When did he get over there?

Getting closer, Xiao Jiu noticed that one of Zhao Chen’s eyes was scarlet, and blood was streaming from the corner of his eye.

His eyes, one blue and one black, lifted upward and saw Xiao Jiu and Elder Yu. Zhao Chen’s expression slowly became sinister and eerie, and the corner of his lip tore due to the force with which he was pulling it.

Xiao Jiu was spooked by Zhao Chen staring at her like this. She tugged at the person beside her: “Elder Yu, something is wrong with Zhao Chen!”

The gentle light dispersed the bloody mist, and Elder Yu also saw Zhao Chen’s appearance. Her brow furrowed, and she silently uttered four words: “Slaughter, Black Tortoise.”

Xiao Jiu hadn’t heard this before: “What?”

The situation was urgent, and Elder Yu did not answer her question. Her figure moved extremely fast to reach Zhao Chen, attempting to knock him unconscious.

However, the instant Elder Yu struck, Zhao Chen’s pupils completely turned blood red. He laughed fiercely, directly repelling Elder Yu with a palm strike. Then, turning his eyes, he spotted Jiang Li in mid-air.

He spoke word by word: “I want you dead.”

Jiang Li was also very surprised by the sudden appearance of Zhao Chen. The Azure Dragon and that chain whip had been within her grasp, but this Little Lord of the Black Tortoise disrupted everything.

Filled with anger, she appeared before Zhao Chen like a ghost, the bone blade only an inch away from his fragile neck.

The Little Lord of the Black Tortoise Hall, a useless, blind Pill Cultivator who needed a disciple to protect him when going out.

If it weren’t for the Fuxi Qin, the Black Tortoise Hall would probably have been abandoned long ago.

Jiang Li didn’t think she would miss. She looked forward to the Little Lord of the Black Tortoise, one of the Four Directions, dying by her blade.

But when that thin, seemingly fragile Pill Cultivator easily blocked her blade with his bare hands, Jiang Li was stunned.

How is this possible…

The blood-shedding eyes of Zhao Chen clearly reflected Jiang Li’s expression. Jiang Li spoke in disbelief: “You can see!?”

“Yes, I can see,” Zhao Chen laughed in reply, grabbing her blade and forcefully yanking her towards him, landing a powerful punch directly on Jiang Li’s chest.

Warm blood splattered out. Her moment of carelessness caused Jiang Li to completely re-evaluate Zhao Chen.

“Jiang Li!” Zhong Yan scrambled over in panic, attacking Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen turned and dodged. Seeing this, Jiang Li quickly abandoned the blade and fled.

The bloody mist slowly dissipated. Many figures lay fallen on the cloud boat. Xiao Jiu helped up the unconscious Elder Yu, looking fearfully at Zhao Chen, who was walking toward her.

“Zhao Chen, what… what are you going to do?”

Zhao Chen was covered in a murderous aura, his face spattered with fresh blood, and his smile was eerie, as if he had completely changed into another person.

He looked at Xiao Jiu and extended his blood-stained hand: “Little cat, shall I kill you?”

All of Xiao Jiu’s fur stood on end. The rapidly approaching danger made her instinctively reveal her demon form and bare her teeth at Zhao Chen.

“Xiao Jiu!”

Hearing this voice, Xiao Jiu nearly burst into tears. She desperately clung to the unconscious Elder Yu and pleaded with the woman: “Aunt Xue, help!”

Elder Xue had no time to mind the confusing title. A wave of spiritual energy drilled into Xiao Jiu’s glabella, and Elder Xue once again obtained the Soul-Guiding Bell.

The clear ring of the bell resonated with the spiritual energy. Zhao Chen suddenly became agitated, glaring around to find the source of the sound. He released Xiao Jiu, focusing his killing intent on Elder Xue.

“I’ll kill you.”

Meanwhile, Lan Shan Jun and the others, who had been unconscious on the cloud boat, slowly woke up after the sound of the bell. Xiao Jiu saw them and quickly scrambled over with Elder Yu, the furry ears on her head pressed down low.

“You’ve finally woken up.”

Hearing the tearful voice, the group unanimously turned their heads.

Ling Guang was still not fully clear-headed. Seeing Xiao Jiu’s moist eyes, her first reaction was to burst out laughing: “Xiao Jiu, are you crying? And why are your ears and tail showing?”

Xiao Jiu’s fur was still bristling. Teased by Ling Guang, she bared her teeth again.

Ling Guang saw Xiao Jiu reveal her instinctive demonic nature and slowly suppressed her smile.

Revealing one’s demonic nature was no laughing matter.

Lan Shan Jun saw the fear in Xiao Jiu’s eyes. She lifted her gaze upward, and her pupils widened suddenly: “Zhao Chen!”

Why is Zhao Chen fighting Elder Xue?!