Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 82.1

In a single night, the Liu family’s collusion with the Sea Demons and Zhong Yan was announced to the Four Seas by the Four Halls. The Feng Family Head, Feng Wuchang, was killed, and the Young Lord, Feng Shu, assumed the family head position and led the Feng family into seclusion. Since then, the Immortal Clans were left with only the Jin family standing alone.

“Feng Wuchang is dead?”

Jiang Li lay semi-reclined on the high platform, her face faintly pale—her injuries hadn’t healed yet.

Zhong Yan sat on the lower left, wincing as she applied medicine to herself. She had transformed from a human into a demon, reborn from the magma under the sea. Her body was no longer mortal flesh, but that Elder Xue’s Ice Gliding technique had been so brutal, it almost broke her apart.

After applying the medicine, Zhong Yan glanced at the person above, pulling at the corner of her mouth: “Do you truly believe that Feng Wuchang would sincerely submit to you?”

“Although they are both family heads, she and Liu Banxin are worlds apart. Liu Banxin is entirely devoted to the Liu family, but Feng Wuchang only ever had herself in her eyes.”

Jiang Li lowered her gaze, muttering softly to herself: “Who killed her?”

Feng Wuchang’s puppetry skills were unmatched. At the time, she was controlling not only hundreds of spirits but also Feng family disciples and some rogue cultivators with high cultivation. Who could have killed her under such heavy protection?

Was it the Young Lord Feng Shu, or someone else entirely…

Faint footsteps sounded. Jiang Li looked up to see Liu Banxin standing in the main hall.

“Master,” Liu Banxin presented the blade to the woman above.

Zhong Yan laughed heartily: “The Liu Family Head has great skill! The disciple of Valley Master Yanggu, the Young Lord of the White Tiger Hall, plus Ming Yu, were no match for you.”

Liu Banxin’s expression was unchanged: “I owe it to the Elder for stopping those two Elders, which gave me this opportunity.”

She was quite adept at speaking. Zhong Yan raised an eyebrow and shifted her gaze upward.

Jiang Li took the blade from Liu Banxin’s hand through the air. The moment the pitch-black blade touched her, a cold, sinister aura emanated from it.

Legend said the Vermillion Bird Blade was a divine artifact forged from the bones of the only six-tailed Vermillion Bird of antiquity. The Vermillion Bird was fire-elemental and should be fiercely scorching. Where did this cold, sinister energy come from?

Jiang Li felt a touch of doubt as her finger traced the tip of the blade.

Now that she had the blade, she didn’t keep the person in the hall waiting. She asked: “Banxin, the Liu family is implicated this time. Do you blame me?”

The corner of Liu Banxin’s lips curved slightly. She looked up, her eyes completely devoid of obedience or subservience, filled instead with ambition and long-awaited expectation: “It is an honor for the Liu family to become the single spark that starts the Master’s prairie fire.”

These words successfully pleased Jiang Li. She let out a light laugh, placed the blade aside, and stepped down from the platform, saying in a joyful tone: “I knew Banxin would understand my intent.”

“Tu Wushuang is dead, and Ming Yu is unpredictable and uncontrollable.” Jiang Li extended her hand, her finger hooking a jade token. “The Sea Demons of the Abyss Eye are entrusted to you and Zhong Yan.”

Liu Banxin took the jade token with both hands, awaiting the woman’s next instruction.

“Zhong Yan, where do you think this first spark should burn?”

Jiang Li waved her hand. Spiritual energy gathered and shifted before her, clearly revealing the locations of the various immortal sects across the Four Seas and Eight Realms.

Zhong Yan thought for a moment and pointed arbitrarily, not even knowing which sect she was pointing at: “Let’s go with this one.”

It didn’t matter where the first spark burned; they only needed the fire to ignite and burn fiercely, enough to shatter the peace of the Four Seas and Eight Realms.

“Listening Snow Tower,” Jiang Li’s finger tapped the location of the Listening Snow Tower. A point of blood-red spread out, quickly staining the entire map red. “A good place.”

A place full of noisy music and chatter, yet paradoxically filled with joy.

Liu Banxin understood her meaning, bowed, and prepared to carry out the order.

After two steps, she was stopped.

Jiang Li suddenly changed her mind. Her narrowed eyes held a dangerous smile: “Before that, I want all the people of the Feng family.”

Liu Banxin paused, then lowered her head slightly: “Yes.”

After Liu Banxin left, Zhong Yan asked: “What do you want the Feng family for? They’ve lost Feng Wuchang and are heavily injured. It will be difficult for them to rise again.”

Jiang Li sighed, waving her hand a little weakly: “Don’t you still have injuries? Go back and recuperate, alright?”

Seeing that she didn’t want to say more, Zhong Yan had no choice but to leave. She did indeed need to rest for a while.

The main hall became empty. Jiang Li picked up the Vermillion Bird Blade and turned to walk toward the inner chamber’s secret room.

The secret room descended a hundred meters underground. Scorched black stone walls were permeated with flowing hot magma. Thousands of chains extended from the walls, connecting in a chaotic but orderly fashion to a raised stone platform in the center of a giant pit. At the ends of these chains, the weak Azure Dragon lay coiled on the platform. The edges of the platform were covered with deep claw marks, some faint, some deep, some old, some new.

Jiang Li walked slowly to the Azure Dragon. Compared to the massive body of the demon beast, she was not even as large as one of its sharp teeth. Although she knew that all of the beast’s vital meridians were bound by chains, making resistance impossible, she still stood outside the safe distance.

“Yun Chi.”

The chains rubbed together, making a harsh, grating sound. The Azure Dragon remained motionless. Only the faint breathing from its nostrils proved that the thing before Jiang Li was a living creature, not a statue.

Accustomed to receiving no response, Jiang Li sat down, reaching for the nearest chain. This chain was connected to the Azure Dragon’s two horns. A century of confinement and torture had worn circles of marks onto the dragon horns. The chain, as thick as a wrist, was nearly embedded into the horn, fused with it.

The chain pulling the dragon horns should cause extreme pain, yet the Azure Dragon remained calm.

Jiang Li curved the corner of her lips and opened her mouth softly: “I recently discovered something very interesting, Yun Chi. I think you’ll be interested.”

“I met a young woman whose appearance is seven or eight parts similar to yours.”

The Azure Dragon slowly opened its eyes, gazing at Jiang Li with chilling coldness.

Jiang Li deliberately widened her eyes, her tone exaggerated: “I used your dragon’s roar on her, and guess what? She actually has a pair of dragon horns too.”

Seeing the Azure Dragon’s eyes suddenly constrict, Jiang Li contentedly retracted her expression. She laughed and asked: “So nervous, who is she to you? Elder Sister Yun Chi, could Cang Wu be your bloodline?”

Cang Wu, that child was named Cang Wu.

Yun Chi’s heart suddenly ached. When she heard Jiang Li’s voice, anger surged uncontrollably. Just as she was about to let out a dragon’s roar to intimidate her, she remembered Jiang Li’s words, and the torrent of anger was suppressed.

Jiang Li was in a good mood, feeling that her injuries had healed significantly.

“Elder Sister Yun Chi, do you want to see her? If you want, I can let you mother and daughter meet and be together forever.”

The Azure Dragon moved, causing its entire body of chains to shake. The entire underground space trembled. A sharp dragon claw stopped right in front of Jiang Li, unable to advance another inch.

The moment the chains rattled, magma on the stone wall flowed down the chains, pouring entirely onto the dragon’s spine and back, severely burning the already scarred dragon scales in that area.

“Bang—!”

The bound demon beast crashed to the ground. That last movement seemed to have exhausted all the strength it had accumulated.

“Jiang Li, the Heavenly Dao will not tolerate you.” Yun Chi spoke in a hoarse voice. This was the only sentence she had spoken to Jiang Li in decades.

“The Heavenly Dao?” Jiang Li sneered, looking up. “If the Heavenly Dao truly cared about your Four Directions bloodline, how could you be locked here by me without any dignity?”

“Oh, no, I forgot. Now there is more than one Azure Dragon in the Four Seas. There is Cang Wu. She inherited your bloodline and your status. You have now been abandoned by the Heavenly Dao.”

Saying this, Jiang Li took out the Vermillion Bird Blade and, with speed and malice, aimed it at the sharp claw of the Azure Dragon before her. Unlike the blunted force of previous swords and blades, the Vermillion Bird Blade completely pierced the dragon scales, directly severing the tip of the Azure Dragon’s claw.

The underground space immediately echoed with painful groans, suppressing the demon beast’s true nature.

Jiang Li held the bloodied claw tip, her eyes excited and fervent. Her face flushed, and her gaze toward the Azure Dragon became greedy.

Soon, very soon, this entire Azure Dragon bloodline would be hers—the dragon scales, the dragon horns, the dragon tendons…

To achieve a complete transformation, one must endure pain. Just as she wanted to acquire a dragon scale, she would have to meticulously scrape off her original scales. Unfortunately, she was still injured, and replacing the dragon scales was not the right time.

Jiang Li raised her eyes, letting her gaze fall upon the pair of dragon horns.

Since she claimed to have transformed a flood dragon into a true dragon, how could it be without dragon horns?

For three full days, Zhao Chen did not open her door to anyone. The area around the cloud residence was so quiet that even the flowing wind seemed to avoid it, and the surrounding gray clouds made the atmosphere oppressive.

Ling Guang’s brows were knotted with worry. Several times, she wanted to listen to Xiao Jiu and just break down the door, but that would be disrespectful to Zhao Chen and damage her identity as the Young Lord.

“Lan Shan, what should we do?”

Lan Shan Jun was distracted and didn’t hear the question.

Cang Wu quietly reached out and hooked her Elder Sister’s little finger.

Lan Shan Jun turned to look at her. Cang Wu tilted her chin towards Ling Guang. Lan Shan Jun shifted her gaze, meeting Ling Guang’s confused and assessing eyes.

Ling Guang was still pressed close to Song Qingcheng, but her upper body was practically touching Lan Shan Jun’s face: “Lan Shan, are you preoccupied lately?”

Lan Shan Jun laughed twice, answering insincerely: “No.”

Yes! I’m about to be scared senseless by the female lead!

“Really?” Ling Guang was clearly unconvinced. She glanced at Cang Wu beside Lan Shan Jun, questioning with her eyes.

Cang Wu shook her head lightly. She didn’t know either, but it was obvious that her Elder Sister’s attitude towards her had changed slightly over the past two days. No matter what she did or where she went, she wanted to take Cang Wu with her, and became anxious if she couldn’t see her for a moment.

Cang Wu loved it, thoroughly enjoyed it. She didn’t ask or mention it, wanting her Elder Sister to always have eyes only for her.

Xiao Jiu lay back in the cloud pile, basking in the sun. The warm sunlight made her close her eyes comfortably. Even in her comfort, she didn’t forget to speak: “If you ask me, if you have something on your mind, just say it. If you bottle it up for too long, a person gets gloomy.”

Ling Guang nodded in agreement.

Lan Shan Jun really wanted to talk, but her worries were truly impossible to vocalize.

Transmigration, rebirth, plot… Her friends would think she was crazy.

“I truly have nothing on my mind. It’s just that my spiritual energy hasn’t been flowing very smoothly lately, and my body feels a bit exhausted.” Lan Shan Jun’s explanation was perfectly reasonable.

Ling Guang nodded, instinctively wanting to suggest that Zhao Chen could refine some meridian-clearing pills for her. She stopped herself before the words left her mouth. It was too much to ask Zhao Chen to work and refine pills before she even emerged from her cloud residence.

If pills wouldn’t work, only human intervention remained.

“Find some time to let Cang Wu help you clear them.”

“Clear them?”

Both Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu looked confused.

Ling Guang nodded: “Yes, clear them.”

“How does one clear them?”

Ling Guang pulled out a scroll, generously handing it over: “Read it carefully and learn.”

Lan Shan Jun took the scroll, nearly dropping it from the heat emanating from the two large characters on the cover—

Dual Cultivation (Shuāng Xiū).

She looked at Ling Guang in shock. Don’t assume I don’t know—I’m a scholar too, and I’ve heard of Dual Cultivation!

Ling Guang was completely unconcerned, not viewing this as a serious matter at all. She met Lan Shan Jun’s gaze and said kindly: “If you don’t understand, you can ask me. I studied this subject quite well.”

Lan Shan Jun: “…”

I really couldn’t tell.

Her gaze slowly moved to Song Qingcheng. Lan Shan Jun’s expression was complex.

She even supported this! I’m so disappointed.

Song Qingcheng: “?”

After a leisurely afternoon, there were two more hours of stability training.

Last time, her Sea of Consciousness remained unchanged, but this time, Lan Shan Jun saw the female lead chasing and trying to kill her with a sword.

Opening her eyes after being chased for two hours, Lan Shan Jun’s face was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

The sound of the jade bell rang out, the barrier dissolved, and Lan Shan Jun’s heart hammered as she met Xie Qingshuang’s gaze from the opposite corner.

“…”

One person watched with a smile, the other was stiff and heart-palpitating.

The Elder did not allow private inquiries about others’ mental states during class. Cang Wu noticed that her Elder Sister was not as relaxed as last time, but could only wait until they returned to ask.

Xiao Jiu and Ling Guang were still relaxed and carefree.

The horizon was painted in maple red as the Academy disciples left the small world.

Lan Shan Jun clung tightly to Cang Wu, yet her expression remained perfectly normal.

Cang Wu’s lips curved upward and stayed there. In her selfishness, she moved even closer.

Ling Guang trailed behind, clicking her tongue, her eyes crinkled in a smile.

“That’s more like it.”

Lan Shan Jun finally relaxed a bit only when her peripheral vision caught Xie Qingshuang’s figure moving in the opposite direction from their own.

The female lead only said she wouldn’t attack her, not that she wouldn’t attack Cang Wu.

It was best to minimize the chances of the two of them meeting.

Checking the time, it was time to copy the Mind-Purifying Incantation. Lan Shan Jun was very conscientious.

Returning to the cloud residence, Lan Shan Jun skillfully took out paper and a brush. The words she wrote were no longer just black characters on white paper. The runes seemed to be coated in spiritual energy, swirling around her. Her heart was clear and her qi concentrated, slowly calming her agitated mind.

After copying today’s Mind-Purifying Incantation in one breath, Lan Shan Jun let out a long sigh, her eyes clear as stars.