Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 80

“Zhao Chen, Zhao Chen, look… ah, no, you’re hitting the wrong person. This is Elder Xue.”

All of Lan Shan Jun’s words became stuck in her throat when she met Zhao Chen’s blood-soaked eyes.

The sense of danger, like being targeted by a ferocious beast, gave Lan Shan Jun the illusion that Zhao Chen could see her. She moved her body with a questioning attitude, and Zhao Chen’s gaze followed her movement.

Lan Shan Jun: “!!!”

He can see!

Zhao Chen stared at Lan Shan Jun, smiling like a homicidal maniac.

“Lan Shan?”

She called Lan Shan Jun’s name with a smile, causing goosebumps to rise on the recipient’s skin.

Cang Wu vigilantly watched Zhao Chen’s movements, spiritual energy ready to strike in her hand.

Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng also moved in, and the group surrounded Zhao Chen.

Elder Xue gently shook the Soul-Guiding Bell with one hand and cast a barrier to separate Zhao Chen with the other. She turned her head and said to Lan Shan Jun: “Lan Shan, recite the Mind-Purifying Incantation.”

“Huh?” Lan Shan Jun was puzzled for a moment, then followed Elder Xue’s words and recited the incantation softly. She had copied this spell for so long that she could recite it backward.

The chain whip coiled around Lan Shan Jun’s waist was pulled away from its owner by a pure spiritual force. The golden chains entwined within the whip slowly pulled out. As Lan Shan Jun chanted the spell, golden runes formed out of thin air around the chains.

The bell rang more intensely. Elder Xue frowned and commanded in a low voice: “Bind!”

The chains moved as if consciously, heading for Zhao Chen’s hands and feet, quickly binding him tightly. The runes of the Mind-Purifying Incantation drilled one after another into Zhao Chen’s heart.

Elder Xue glanced at Mo Huaisheng, and before she could speak, a flute sound rang out.

The bell, the flute, and the calming incantation surrounded them. Struggle and pain appeared in Zhao Chen’s eyes. The blood red color in his pupils slowly faded, revealing their original, pure blue.

As his consciousness returned, a giant Black Tortoise manifestation suddenly appeared behind Zhao Chen. A spiritual snake coiled upon the mystic tortoise. The snake had crimson eyes and commanded the murderous aura, while the tortoise was steady and quiet as water.

As the spiritual snake of the manifestation slowly closed its eyes, the bloody color in Zhao Chen’s eyes was completely replaced by pure blue.

Zhao Chen’s gaze quickly swept over the faces of everyone present. He blinked, and tears fell.

Profound exhaustion washed over him, followed by a heart-wrenching pain. All his meridians felt as if they were being forcibly stretched open by the overwhelming spiritual energy.

Zhao Chen fainted.

Seeing that the tyrannical aura within Zhao Chen had been suppressed, Elder Xue reached out with a gentle wave of spiritual energy, sending Zhao Chen back onto the cloud boat.

The Liu family had left long ago, and Zhong Yan and Jiang Li were nowhere to be seen, leaving only the Feng family disciples and the puppet spirits trapped within Song Qingcheng’s formation.

However, what they didn’t expect was that Feng Wuchang was dead.

When the bloody mist enveloped them, no one knew where the Feng family members were or how Feng Wuchang had died.

Feng Shu’s eyes were still red, and the tears had not yet dried. She led all the Feng family disciples to bow deeply to Lan Shan Jun and the others: “Feng Wuchang is dead. The Feng family originally had no intention of attacking you all. We hope the Elder will look into this matter.”

It was a fact that Feng Wuchang had controlled the Feng family members and spirits. Now, only by pushing all the blame onto a dead man could the Feng family maximize their chance of survival.

Elder Xue watched Feng Shu, then let her gaze rest on Feng Sheng, who was silently looking down beside her.

No matter what, Feng Wuchang was the Family Head. Yet, immediately after the head’s death, no one seemed eager to find the murderer.

“I will report the details of the matter truthfully to Dean Xuan. As for how the Hall Lords view the Feng family’s actions today, that will depend on the Feng family’s fortune.”

Elder Xue did not pursue the Feng family’s actions on the spot. Firstly, she did not want to waste any more time here, as Elder Yu Qing and the younger disciples were all injured. Secondly, today’s incident was indeed provoked by Jiang Li and the Liu family, and the Feng family was merely controlled by Feng Wuchang to assist.

“Return to the Academy.”

Elder Xue flicked her sleeve and turned to step onto the cloud boat.

Once the cloud boat completely disappeared into the clouds, Feng Sheng slowly lifted his eyes, a smile curling on his lips. Behind him, the eyes of the Feng family disciples, including Feng Shu, briefly showed the flash of puppet strings.

“Feng Sheng!” An angry shout came from Feng Sheng’s hand—it was Feng Shu’s voice.

Feng Sheng took out the puppet made from a Bodhi tree that he had created at Azure Cloud Academy, smiled, and stroked the puppet’s face, chuckling: “A’Shu, you should call me Family Head now.”

Saying this, Feng Sheng slowly brought the puppet in his hand up to his own face, rubbing it gently.

“A’Shu.”

On the cloud boat, Elder Xue transferred some spiritual energy to Elder Yu before the latter woke up. As soon as her eyes opened, Elder Yu painfully spat out a mouthful of blood. She had been too close to Zhao Chen and was hit by a palm strike unprepared. In her emergency, she only managed to protect her heart meridian.

Elder Xue looked worried: “How is it?”

Elder Yu took out a few bottles of medicine from her robes and swallowed them all before nodding with difficulty: “I won’t die.”

Elder Xue clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction upon hearing her words.

Xiao Jiu, who was playing nearby with the little bell Elder Xue had retrieved from her glabella, had already retracted her demon form. She opened her mouth curiously: “Elder Yu, what was that Slaughter Black Tortoise you mentioned earlier?”

Elder Yu’s expression grew serious. Her gaze fell on Zhao Chen, who was lying on the other side, and finally, she pursed her lips and shook her head.

Xiao Jiu looked at Elder Xue again, blinking: “Great-Aunt Xue.”

Elder Xue glared at her: “Put that bell away and go outside.”

Xiao Jiu huffed twice, put away the bell, and reluctantly walked out of the cabin.

Outside, several pairs of eyes stared at her.

Xiao Jiu spread her hands helplessly—she couldn’t get the answer.

Ling Guang slumped onto the table in disappointment. Song Qingcheng immediately fed her a few more pills.

During the attack by Jiang Li, despite the grand display of power, the difference in cultivation was too vast, and they had all immediately fainted.

“I saw it. It was Zhao Chen,” Lan Shan Jun said softly.

When the spiritual energy wave hit, a pale golden lotus briefly bloomed around her, instantly dissipating. In that split second, Lan Shan Jun saw Zhao Chen blocking them, and the qin he always carried on his back emitted a brief, sharp note.

“Then why did Zhao Chen turn into that state?” Ling Guang rubbed her arms, chilled by the memory of Zhao Chen’s red eyes looking at her.

At the mention of this, Xiao Jiu’s expression stiffened instantly.

She had been so scared that her demonic nature was revealed.

It was too terrifying.

Suddenly, Xiao Jiu sat up straight, suspiciously wondering: “Could Zhao Chen… have become possessed by a demon?”

Before she could finish, a slap came from the side.

Ling Guang frowned: “Bah, bah, bah, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Xiao Jiu pursed her lips and said nothing, realizing her words were too harsh.

The term “demon” was a huge taboo across the Four Seas and Eight Realms.

After a moment of silence, Ling Guang couldn’t help but ask curiously: “What exactly is the Slaughter Black Tortoise?”

She had already asked this question seventeen or eighteen times.

Xiao Jiu reached out to cover her ears.

Lan Shan Jun was also curious, but the original book contained very little information about Zhao Chen, making it impossible to find an answer.

“Elder Sister,” Cang Wu suddenly spoke.

Lan Shan Jun looked at her, her voice softening unconsciously: “What’s wrong?”

Cang Wu’s ear tingled a bit. She pointed to the chain whip wrapped around Lan Shan Jun’s waist.

Lan Shan Jun thought she wanted to play with it and immediately took it off and handed it over.

The moment the chain whip touched her hand, Cang Wu heard the Spirit King’s voice: [Is your Elder Sister deaf? Can’t she hear me talking?]

Cang Wu’s face darkened.

Communicating through the chaotic map, Cang Wu asked her: “Do you know what the Slaughter Black Tortoise is?”

Cang Wu didn’t have much hope in the Spirit King.

[I know.]

This surprised Cang Wu. She said calmly: “Tell me.”

The Spirit King spoke on its side, and Cang Wu repeated the information on her side.

“The Slaughter Black Tortoise is an extremely special lineage within the Black Tortoise bloodline, one of the Four Directions. It’s like the Four-Tailed Vermillion Bird. The Four-Tailed Vermillion Bird can be reborn through Nirvana. The Slaughter Black Tortoise craves blood and enjoys killing. After the bloodline awakens, it doesn’t distinguish between friends or foes. Any living creature in its eyes is simply something to be killed.”

Cang Wu finished speaking.

Silence, a long silence.

“So, Zhao Chen has the bloodline of the Slaughter Black Tortoise,” Xiao Jiu said haltingly.

Ling Guang nodded blankly. This was the first time she had heard of this as well.

“Zhao Chen’s temperament is usually aloof. I didn’t expect him to have such a… ferocious side,” Xiao Jiu chose her words carefully. It seemed Zhao Chen had truly frightened her.

Ling Guang’s expression was complex: “He probably doesn’t want to become like that. Xiao Jiu, don’t blame him.”

Xiao Jiu was startled: “How could I?”

There was cause and reason. She wouldn’t be so petty.

After traveling for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the cloud boat entered the boundaries of Azure Cloud Academy. Everyone on the boat instantly relaxed, feeling the familiar aura and spiritual energy, and their bodies eased.

When the cloud boat stopped, Elder Xue and the pale-faced Elder Yu stepped out of the cabin, followed by the visibly fatigued Zhao Chen.

“Zhao Chen…” Ling Guang called softly.

Zhao Chen’s body stiffened upon hearing her and he quietly retreated, hiding behind Elder Xue.

Elder Xue looked at the group of young disciples before her and waved her hand: “Haven’t you all had enough rest these past few days? Hurry back and rest.”

With that, she and Elder Yu led Zhao Chen toward Dean Xuan’s cloud residence.

The cloud boat slowly dissipated into soft floating clouds, sending the young disciples back to their own cloud residences.

Lan Shan Jun also felt a deep wave of exhaustion wash over her body. She sat cross-legged on the cloud, closed her eyes, and let it carry her away.

The cloud delivered her to the entrance of her cloud residence. Lan Shan Jun walked toward her bed in a daze, without even opening her eyes.

Cang Wu, behind her, followed blankly into the residence, watching her Elder Sister shed her magical robes and lie down on her own bed.

“Elder Sister, you’ve gone to the wrong place,” Cang Wu’s voice was so soft she could barely hear it herself.

She looked at the person who was already sound asleep with an expectant expression.

Spirit King: [Heh, putting on an act.]

A flicker of displeasure crossed Cang Wu’s brow. She didn’t like being disturbed at this moment.

She took off the chain whip from her knuckles and tucked it directly into her bag of small snacks.

Standing by the bed, Cang Wu hesitated for a moment, then finally couldn’t resist taking off her outer coat and climbing into bed.

Carefully avoiding the woman’s hands and feet, Cang Wu lay on the inner side, closing her eyes to take in the familiar scent beside her.

“Elder Sister?” Cang Wu raised her voice slightly.

Still no response.

Cang Wu’s breathing was faint and rapid, her body pressed lightly against Lan Shan Jun. Her fingers paused briefly at her waist, as if wanting to give her space, but reluctant to easily let go.

The sleeping person seemed to sense the slight movement and slowly opened her eyes.

Their eyes met. Cang Wu’s breathing stopped for an instant, her throat tightening so she couldn’t speak.

Lan Shan Jun’s eyes still held the remnants of sleepiness. She slightly narrowed them, showing a hint of confusion and haziness. Then, her hand naturally reached for Cang Wu, her fingers gently resting on her back. The movement was soft, lazy, and filled with unspoken trust and dependence.

Cang Wu felt her heart violently tremble. She lowered her head slightly, nestling close to the woman’s shoulder, taking a soft breath, trying to keep herself from being overwhelmed by the sudden warmth.

But her hand instinctively tightened the embrace, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if afraid that if she let go, she wouldn’t be able to hold onto her again.

Cang Wu blinked her sore eyes, unable to resist lifting her head and gently pressing a soft kiss on the woman’s cheek.