Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 83

Lan Shan Jun took the cloud little dragon from Cang Wu’s hand, her eyes carrying a smile. She deliberately pointed at the horns and asked: “Did you sculpt yourself, or another little Azure Dragon?”

Cang Wu, whose own horns were rounded at the tip, nodded affirmatively: “It’s me.”

Her true form was naturally what she had sculpted.

Seeing no disgust in the woman’s eyes, only curiosity as she stroked the cloud little dragon repeatedly, Cang Wu felt delighted but also a little sour. She released a stream of spiritual energy into the cloud little dragon. The static little dragon suddenly came alive, swirling around the woman’s hand, and finally coiled itself around her wrist, settling down to sleep obediently.

Lan Shan Jun withdrew her attention from the little dragon and met Cang Wu’s gaze.

Both of them simultaneously remembered what had happened in the Sea of Consciousness just moments ago. The color of Cang Wu’s pupils deepened. She actually really wanted to experience it again.

“Elder Sister.”

Lan Shan Jun’s ear felt like it had been scratched. Cang Wu’s voice was like a small hook, making her breath tighten involuntarily. She could only press her voice down and respond with a light ‘Mhm.’

“Are Elder Sister’s meridians clear?” Cang Wu placed her hand on the woman’s knee, her fingertips deliberately rubbing against it.

Lan Shan Jun lowered her gaze to look at her hand. A sudden, inexplicable restlessness sprung forth.

Expectation and desire intertwined, but she clearly understood that this was her body’s closeness towards Cang Wu, which was beyond her control.

“Let’s go to sleep early.”

Lan Shan Jun wrapped herself in her blanket, her voice muffled and indistinct.

Disappointment flashed across Cang Wu’s eyes. She adjusted her breathing, and after calming down, slowly lay down beside the woman.

These past few days, her Elder Sister had kept her close, so she naturally moved back in. Although they slept in the same bed, they used two separate blankets.

Cang Wu could still sense her spiritual energy on the cloud little dragon. She perceived the woman’s hand resting lightly over her heart, one hand gently stroking the little dragon’s tail.

Cang Wu gritted her teeth, wishing she could replace it.

Fuming, feeling sour, and eventually falling asleep, Cang Wu always slept well and felt relaxed beside her Elder Sister. So much so that she didn’t even notice when she kicked her blanket off in the middle of the night, groping to burrow into another warm spot, and possessively draping her hands and feet over the blanket’s owner.

Lan Shan Jun frowned in her sleep.

Such a suffocating feeling.

The next morning, after pushing away the hand on her neck and the leg across her waist, Lan Shan Jun got out of bed with dark circles under her eyes.

She hadn’t slept well, feeling as if she had been haunted by a ghost.

She casually cast a cleaning spell to tidy herself up. Dressed neatly, Lan Shan Jun opened the door.

The clouds were cold and desolate, and the morning sun hadn’t risen yet.

Lan Shan Jun saw a figure in the swirling clouds.

She wondered who would be up so early.

Ling Guang? She does come quite often.

Hooking a strand of clear wind with her fingertip, she pushed the clouds aside. Lan Shan Jun’s eyes widened slightly when she saw the person in front of her.

“Zhao Chen?”

The person who hadn’t been seen for days had lost her usual dignity and serenity. Her long, smooth white hair was slightly disheveled, a few wisps sticking up at her forehead. Her eyes stared blankly in one direction, filled with struggling red blood vessels.

She still couldn’t see.

“Lan Shan, talk to me for a bit.” Zhao Chen forced a smile that looked more like a cry.

She seemed to be on the verge of collapsing.

Lan Shan Jun turned to glance at the lump under the blanket on the bed. Without much hesitation, she nodded.

“Alright.”

Before leaving, Lan Shan Jun left behind the chain weapon ‘Bu Jin’ (Endless), and cast a barrier around the cloud residence.

‘Bu Jin’ was the name she had originally given to the chain weapon her Master gifted her. Although that chain weapon was destroyed, Lan Shan Jun still wanted to use the name.

Arriving at the cloud summit with Zhao Chen, the two sat down by the cloud cliff. Lan Shan Jun quietly waited for Zhao Chen to speak.

“Actually, I used to be able to see.” Zhao Chen extended her hand, waved it twice in front of her eyes, and then weakly lowered it.

“Lan Shan, have you heard of the Slaughter Black Tortoise?”

Lan Shan Jun said: “I’ve heard of it.”

Zhao Chen spoke slowly: “The world knows that the Black Tortoise specializes in defense. Its shell is impenetrable by weapons, water, or fire, and among the Four Directions, only the Black Tortoise bloodline is calm and steady. Little do people know that the Black Tortoise is actually the coexistence of the spirit snake and the dark tortoise. When one side is strong, the other becomes weak. The Slaughter Black Tortoise is when the spirit snake bloodline suppresses the dark tortoise bloodline. In that case, the Black Tortoise is no longer the form familiar to the world. The Slaughter Black Tortoise is heartless and cold-blooded, making no distinction between family and friends, knowing only slaughter.”

“Therefore, as soon as the Slaughter Black Tortoise bloodline is discovered, the Black Tortoise Hall will completely eliminate it in infancy. This is why the Black Tortoise Hall’s bloodline is rarely passed down over centuries.”

“Later, the Elders of the Black Tortoise Hall discovered that as long as the spirit snake bloodline was suppressed and prevented from awakening, the dark tortoise bloodline would slowly awaken.”

Saying this, Zhao Chen raised her hand to touch her eyes.

The woman’s voice, reluctant yet helpless, echoed in her ears: [Child, bear with it.]

The eyes of her true form, the spirit snake, were dug out, and her human eyes completely lost their light and color.

Lan Shan Jun listened quietly, unsure what to say.

Zhao Chen was undoubtedly the Slaughter Black Tortoise bloodline, but the Black Tortoise Hall’s actions also preserved Zhao Chen’s life. If the spirit snake’s eyes hadn’t been removed, Zhao Chen might also have been eliminated.

“Since childhood, I was never allowed near swords or blades. Runes, formations, and musical instruments never appeared near me. My innate Water Spiritual Root ultimately led me to become an alchemist.” Zhao Chen let out a low laugh, sounding like self-mockery: “But even in alchemy, all I learned were the most common pill types.”

“Even like this, why did I still hurt the people around me?” Zhao Chen blinked, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

No matter which immortal sect or family, anyone with some talent would be valued and carefully nurtured. Yet, she, a Young Hall Lord with high talent, was raised like a delicate flower without thorns.

Zhao Chen was not without struggle. She also wanted to wield a sword and roam the Four Seas as a youth, to be free and unrestrained. But when her inner desires were discovered and the spirit snake awakened, her hands were stained with the blood of her loved ones, including her closest family and friends.

After that incident, Zhao Chen’s heart became stagnant water. She obeyed the Hall Lord’s arrangements, accepting herself as a useless Young Hall Lord.

She thought that even if the spirit snake awakened later, she wouldn’t harm the people around her.

“Lan Shan,” Zhao Chen fell into deep self-reproach. “I injured Elder Yu and even tried to kill Xiao Jiu. I…”

She choked, unable to speak further.

Lan Shan Jun gently raised her hand and patted her back, her tone gentle: “Zhao Chen, it’s not your fault.”

She paused slightly, watching the glistening tears in Zhao Chen’s eyes, and continued gently: “You couldn’t decide your bloodline, and the awakening of the spirit snake bloodline doesn’t mean you will be dominated by it. The Slaughter Black Tortoise doesn’t necessarily fail to distinguish between family and friends. Do you still remember calling my name at that time?”

Zhao Chen paused, asking uncertainly: “I… called you?”

She couldn’t recall the specific details, only remembering injuring Elder Yu and nearly attacking Xiao Jiu.

“Yes,” Lan Shan Jun confirmed. “You recognized me and called my name.”

(Although the name was called with murderous intent, Lan Shan Jun kept that part hidden.)

“Zhao Chen, have you ever considered that your own will might be able to control the spirit snake bloodline?” Lan Shan Jun had a bold idea.

Zhao Chen froze.

She had never had this thought, but could she?

Lan Shan Jun saw her hesitation and continued: “Since you could recognize me and remember what happened at the time, doesn’t that mean your will already holds a part within the spirit snake bloodline?”

Zhao Chen pondered, comparing the two awakenings of the spirit snake bloodline. It did seem to be the case.

The first time, she knew nothing, had no consciousness. Her eyes closed and opened, and everything had changed.

This time, she remembered what she had done, and she recognized Lan Shan and called her name.

If she could truly control the spirit snake bloodline, could she do things she had always wanted to do but didn’t dare? She would no longer hide behind her friends; she could pick up a weapon and walk alongside them, protecting them.

Zhao Chen smiled faintly, murmuring: “Lan Shan, thank you.”

The most sincere gratitude from her friend reflected in Lan Shan Jun’s eyes. Her heart warmed, and she leaned forward to gently hug Zhao Chen.

“We are all here for you.”

Zhao Chen replied in a muffled voice: “I know. You all came to see me these past few days, but I didn’t dare to see you.”

It was precisely the cheerful chatter outside her cloud residence these past few days that gave her the courage today to find Lan Shan and say these words.

Although Lan Shan was not the first person she met, Zhao Chen trusted her deeply. It seemed there were always some secrets between them, allowing them to speak so candidly, heart to heart, like this.

“Lan Shan, thank you,” Zhao Chen repeated.

Lan Shan Jun felt a little shy. She looked up, letting the wind blow over the cloud cliff. A cool breeze touched her face. The first rays of the sun rose, shining directly on both of them.

“Zhao Chen, you can definitely control the spirit snake bloodline.”

“Okay.”

Lan Shan Jun was late for today’s lecture. Ling Guang was surprised to see Cang Wu arrive alone: “Your Elder Sister isn’t with you?”

The two people who had been inseparable these past few days were separated. Had they fought again?

Cang Wu touched the chain weapon around her knuckles, her expression not very good.

She woke up, and her Elder Sister was gone. The chain weapon was in her hand, and there was a barrier all around.

Just when she was about to go crazy and start searching, her Elder Sister sent her a spiritual message via jade token, telling her to go first and that she would follow soon.

Cang Wu came to the lecture unhappy, only to find that her Elder Sister hadn’t arrived yet.

Just before the Elder entered the cloud hall, Cang Wu saw the person she was looking for.

To her surprise, there was another figure beside the woman.

“Zhao Chen!”

“Ah ya!”

Ling Guang and Xiao Jiu exclaimed simultaneously.

Zhao Chen was still a bit nervous. She nodded with a slight smile in the direction of the voices.

Ling Guang saw Zhao Chen standing before them, completely unchanged, and sighed: “Lan Shan is truly amazing.”

How did she coax her out?

Dean Xuan personally conducted the lecture today. The moment she arrived, she noticed the change in Zhao Chen’s aura. Her gaze shifted to Lan Shan Jun beside her.

Lan Shan Jun politely nodded: “Dean Xuan.”

Zhao Chen also bowed in salutation.

Dean Xuan nodded without showing any emotion: “Take your seats.”

The topic of the day was The Dao.

The Immortal Dao and the Heavenly Dao.

Every cultivator has their chosen path. There is a path to becoming a human, and a path to becoming an immortal. The world also has its path, known as the Heavenly Dao.

Someone asked: “Dean Xuan, what is your path to immortality?”

Dean Xuan extended her hand, and a bright red thread was seen wrapped around her fingertip, tightening and loosening, seemingly about to break but holding on.

“My path to immortality is the Seven Emotions.”

“I can see the bonds and entanglements between you—family, friends, partners, even strange cultivators who merely brush past you. The karma of the Heavenly Dao is ceaseless, and I can know it.”

“Dean, Dean, can you help me see? I have an Elder Sister I really like. Does she like me?” A Junior Sister bravely yet shyly raised her hand.

Cang Wu’s ears twitched, ready to listen.

Dean Xuan: “Sincere affection will surely yield good results.”

That means she likes her.

The Junior Sister was so excited she almost stood up. Her eyes were bright, and she desperately wanted to go find her Elder Sister right now.

Cang Wu felt a pang of curiosity. She glanced sideways at her Elder Sister, finding her smiling warmly while talking to Zhao Chen.

“…”

A few more students asked questions. Although Dean Xuan didn’t give direct answers, she provided them with a direction.

“Alright,” Dean Xuan raised her hand, signaling. The students below all sat properly and listened.

“There are ten thousand paths to immortality, each different. But there is one path that is not chosen by the self, but predetermined by the Heavenly Dao—”

Dean Xuan paused, then said: “The Path of Heartlessness (Wú Qíng Dào).”

Many eyes gathered, finally resting on one person.

The Senior Disciple of Yanggu, Xie Qingshuang, was taught by the Valley Master of Yanggu, Xie You, and cultivated the Path of Heartlessness.

Xie Qingshuang’s expression was calm and indifferent as she listened to Dean Xuan’s subsequent words.

“The Path of Heartlessness is not for everyone to cultivate. Cultivators of the Path of Heartlessness do not sever all emotions and desires. They have feelings, but they must not have selfish affection. A cultivator’s emotions must not be swayed by selfish desire, allowing them to treat everything in the world with a fair and selfless mindset. This ‘selfless’ heartlessness is the Dao that cultivators must cultivate.”

“Ah? That’s so hard.” It was the same Junior Sister, her face troubled: “Then you can’t like someone very much, nor can you hate someone very much. You must treat everyone the same.”

“Yes,” Dean Xuan nodded. “Treat everyone the same.”

Lan Shan Jun sighed inwardly. How is the female lead supposed to cultivate this Path of Heartlessness? She’s definitely not going to succeed.

Thinking this, she glanced obliquely to her front, only to find Xie Qingshuang turning her head right at that moment. Their gazes met.

Lan Shan Jun’s eyes darted away, trembling.

Dean Xuan continued: “Since the Path of Heartlessness is chosen by the Heavenly Dao, cultivators who achieve immortality through this path will be directed by the Heavenly Dao to guard a region.”

When this was said, those who had met the Immortal Elder Chang Feng all thought of her and Qiu Shui.

So, Immortal Elder Chang Feng was directed by the Heavenly Dao to guard Kunlun Ruins.

“If one loses even their freedom after becoming an immortal, what happens if they don’t obey the Heavenly Dao’s command?”

Dean Xuan’s eyes suddenly sharpened at the question. She stared at the speaker, saying coldly, word by word: “Those who defy the will of Heaven will have their souls scattered.”

No one dared to ask more questions. They all felt the intimidation of a True Immortal. Their spiritual veins faintly boiled with pain, and thunder seemed to rumble overhead.

After a while, the thunder vanished, and the pressing tension dispersed. Dean Xuan continued to speak to them about the Immortal Dao and the Heavenly Dao with a smile.

Xie Qingshuang slowly drifted into thought, her neat sitting posture gradually turning into a hand-propped chin.

She often saw Lan Shan Jun doing this back in the Yanggu Academy, and unconsciously… she learned it.

Since Dean Xuan started talking about the Path of Heartlessness, Xie Qingshuang’s mind had wandered.

Is the Path of Heartlessness truly chosen by the Heavenly Dao? No wonder she walked this path in both lives.

She must not have selfish affection.

The woman’s coldly smiling face flashed in her mind. Xie Qingshuang curled her fingertips.

Is it too late to switch to another path now?

The moment the thought arose, her entire network of meridians suddenly felt like it was being pricked by thousands of needles. She almost lost control in the cloud hall. Xie Qingshuang endured the pain and stabilized her Dao heart.

When the pain subsided, Xie Qingshuang looked up.

If I can’t change it, then I won’t.

What if I just don’t become an immortal?

After the cloud hall dispersed, Xie Qingshuang went to Elder Yu for medicine as usual, then returned to her cloud residence to prepare hot water.

She had an Ice Spiritual Root. Hot water generated by spiritual energy could not be used for Ming Yu’s medicinal bath. She could only borrow the fire of another Fire Spiritual Root cultivator to boil the water.

Carrying the hot water back, Xie Qingshuang pushed open the door, her eyes suddenly hardening.

Night Sea Tang unsheathed according to its owner’s will. Sword energy swept across the room, the tip pointing directly at the person in the corner.

“Xie Yanzhi, are you trying to kill me?”

The woman’s weak voice carried a hint of mockery.

Xie Qingshuang quickly withdrew her sword upon hearing her. She casually placed her life-bound magical sword, Night Sea Tang, on the table, hurrying to help the person up.

Ming Yu leaned against her for support, half her body resting in the woman’s arms.

“Why are you up?” Xie Qingshuang’s voice was soft, afraid of hurting her with too much force.

Ming Yu glanced at her, her emotions turning complex, finally saying indifferently: “I’m not crippled. Naturally, I got up when I woke up.”

Ignoring the sharpness in the woman’s words, Xie Qingshuang helped her to the table.

She took out everything prepared for the medicinal bath, setting them before Ming Yu one by one: the herb packets, the tub, the steaming hot water, and the calming incense.

It was immediately obvious who the patient was. Ming Yu twitched her nose.

No wonder she smelled so strongly of medicine.

Having prepared everything, Xie Qingshuang habitually reached out to undress Ming Yu. Halfway through, she realized something was wrong.

Ming Yu lowered her gaze, watching her movements, and slowly said: “Take it off.”

Xie Qingshuang straightened up, saying unnaturally: “Do it yourself.”

Before, the person was unconscious, so she helped with undressing for the medicinal bath. Now that she was awake, it was inappropriate.

Ming Yu raised her hand. Her fingers and wrists felt weak and soft. She looked at Xie Qingshuang and called her pet name softly: “Xie Yanzhi, I don’t have the strength.”

Xie Qingshuang tightened her fingers. After a moment’s hesitation, she turned and knelt down to untie the belt around Ming Yu’s waist.

The light inner robes slipped down, and the undressing was smooth.

Xie Qingshuang’s body temperature was chronically low. Even in the scorching summer, she wouldn’t sweat without using spiritual energy to ward off the heat. Yet now, a thin layer of fine sweat broke out on her forehead.

She picked up the fully naked person and walked towards the tub, slowly lowering her into the medicinal soup.

Just as she was about to get up, her collar was suddenly grabbed by a wet hand. The scalding medicinal soup soaked her fayi (Daoist robe), making Xie Qingshuang feel even hotter.

“What is it?”

Ming Yu stared at her. Seeing the hidden restraint in her eyes, she curved her lips: “The water is a bit hot. I’m uncomfortable.”

The water temperature had been carefully adjusted and was perfect for the medicinal bath.

But hearing her say this, Xie Qingshuang genuinely felt the water was a bit scalding today.

However, she couldn’t use her spiritual energy to cool it down.

“I’ll take you out first.”

They would soak again when the water cooled down a little.

Ming Yu laughed, suddenly using force with her fingers.

Xie Qingshuang was unprepared and was completely pulled down. The heavy scent of medicine drowned her. Then, one hand wrapped around her like a snake, deftly undoing her waist belt. The other hand traced her spine from top to bottom.

Xie Qingshuang broke through the surface of the water, her breathing uneven as she gently yet firmly grasped Ming Yu’s mischievous hand, asking: “What are you doing?”

With the waist belt loosened, Ming Yu easily slipped her hand inside. She clung to Xie Qingshuang, holding her, and breathed softly into her ear with a seductive tone: “You saved me many times.”

Xie Qingshuang’s throat moved up and down: “Mhm.”

Ming Yu tilted her face, her wet, scorching kiss landing on the root of the woman’s ear: “You like me.”

Xie Qingshuang’s eyelashes fluttered, offering no reply.

Ming Yu’s hand had already pushed past the inner robe and reached her waist and abdomen. Xie Qingshuang’s breathing hitched, and a fire seemed to ignite in her eyes.

“Since you like me, then I’ll give you a chance.” Ming Yu parted her lips, gently sucking and nibbling the woman’s small, icy earlobe. “Be my cauldron (lú dǐng).”

The scalding blood in her body was instantly frozen. Xie Qingshuang finally pushed Ming Yu away, her voice utterly cold: “What did you say?”

Ming Yu smiled at her, her finger still tracing points on that lean waist.

“Be my cauldron. You don’t want to?”

“Look at me now. How am I different from being crippled? I have things I must do, and I can’t wait decades or centuries. If you’re unwilling…” Ming Yu watched Xie Qingshuang’s expression, then finished the sentence: “There will be others…”

“I didn’t say I was unwilling.” Xie Qingshuang bit out the words, her eyes filled with fury.

Ming Yu’s brows curved into a smile. She pulled away the hand Xie Qingshuang was resting on her shoulder, and slowly reached underwater to weave her fingers through the woman’s, clasping them tightly.

“Xie Yanzhi.”

Xie Qingshuang closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling. She could feel her fayi slowly disappearing.

The moment something soft pressed against the corner of her lips, Xie Qingshuang’s tense body finally relaxed.

So be it. Even if she’s just using me to recover her cultivation…

The medicinal soup began to ripple. Ming Yu felt a continuous surge of spiritual energy flowing in, and the injuries within her body rapidly healed.

She gently bit the woman’s neck, her knee slowly nudging and thrusting.

Xie Qingshuang was also a fierce one. Angry in her heart, she stubbornly remained silent, biting her lip, her hand, and Ming Yu, determined to be mute.

With her injuries nearly recovered, Ming Yu looked at the cauldron she had found, whose eyes were tightly closed and face flushed. Suddenly, she couldn’t bear to stop.

“Xie Yanzhi.” Ming Yu held Xie Qingshuang, slowing her movements. She asked softly: “Will you hate me?”

To be treated as a cauldron must be an extreme humiliation for the Senior Disciple of Yanggu.

Xie Qingshuang opened her eyes. Seeing Ming Yu’s rosy face, she hooked her neck and pulled her down fiercely and urgently for a kiss, mumbling incoherently: “You’re not, you’re not allowed to find anyone else.”

Ming Yu’s pupils trembled, then she closed her eyes and deepened the kiss.

The medicinal soup in the tub churned again. This time there was no spiritual energy intertwined. Heavy breathing and low moans were pushed to a higher intensity.

Ming Yu straddled Xie Qingshuang’s waist, her eyes blazing as she reached out to press down on her slightly swollen lips. The secret depths of the water were either slick from the medicinal soup or involuntarily wet from the height of passion.

Xie Qingshuang leaned against the edge of the tub, her head tilted back, meeting Ming Yu’s gaze in a silent kiss. The water slowly pushed out rhythmic waves.

Finally, Ming Yu couldn’t bear it and gasped softly, her waist softening. Her palms slipped down Xie Qingshuang’s shoulders.

Xie Qingshuang circled her waist, her other hand hidden beneath the water.

“Xie Yanzhi.” Ming Yu’s breathing was ragged. She held the woman’s smooth, strong shoulders tightly, displeased: “You are the cauldron.”

Xie Qingshuang remained unmoved: “I didn’t use you for cultivation.”

Ming Yu regretted her moment of weakness. She should have ruthlessly squeezed Xie Qingshuang dry!

“Enough, that’s enough!”