Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 90.1

“How did I know?” Xie Qingshuang laughed. She stared at Lan Shan Jun’s pale face and revealed the purpose of her trip outside Yanggu that time: “Because like you, I also went to kill her.”

“Elder Sister…”

Cang Wu’s voice was barely audible. Under the water in the secret realm, she awoke because of a single call of “Cang Wu.” She bit the woman while unable to control her estrus, and even left the same source bloodline to her. Later, seeing her again in Yanggu, drawn to approach her, she thought it was heaven’s blessing, a destined fate between her and her Elder Sister.

But why was the truth… that her Elder Sister had originally gone there to kill her?

Abandoned by her mother before she was even born, was she to be abandoned again now…?

“Elder Sister, that’s not true, is it?” Cang Wu reached out and grasped the woman’s wrist. The contact on her palm was bone-chillingly cold.

Cang Wu desperately searched for a thread of possibility, “I hadn’t met Dong Jun then. Elder Sister didn’t know me at all. How could you want to kill me? This isn’t right. I don’t believe it.” Cang Wu couldn’t hear an answer. She placed her hands on the woman’s shoulders and turned her to face herself, seeing a pair of tear-filled eyes.

Lan Shan Jun looked at Cang Wu, her voice low, hoarse, and trembling: “I’m sorry.”

This was a long-overdue apology. At that time, she genuinely intended to kill the villain.

The color drained from Cang Wu’s face. She didn’t understand. She didn’t understand why her Elder Sister and Xie Qingshuang, who hadn’t even met her yet, would both want to kill her.

The moment they heard Lan Shan Jun admit it, everyone’s expressions, except for Xie Qingshuang, were filled with disbelief.

They couldn’t believe that Lan Shan Jun, who was so indulgent and caring toward Cang Wu, had once intended to kill her, nor could they believe that Xie Qingshuang came with a sword to kill a fellow disciple.

“Lan Shan, are you… are you confused?” Ling Guang felt that she was also becoming confused.

“Lan Shan, didn’t you come here to kill her? Kill her, and you can go back,” Xie Qingshuang’s eyes were fierce. She drew her sword without warning. She slapped Lan Shan Jun away with one palm, the tip of her sword pointed straight at Cang Wu.

“I’ve been your Senior Sister for so long. I’ll help you one last time.”

Hearing “go back,” Cang Wu disregarded the pain in her heart and urgently asked: “Go back? Go back where!?”

Xie Qingshuang pressed relentlessly, her sword moves and stance ruthless and merciless. The sharp blade quickly sliced several wounds onto Cang Wu’s body, but due to the protection of the Dragon Scales, the blade only cut through the outermost layer of her fayi.

Cang Wu mobilized her spiritual power to dissolve the frost on her body, resisting the cold air from entering. Although the sword in her hand was only a phantom, it was enough to block one or two attacks.

Where the blades met, Cang Wu instantly activated the Concealed Blood Art. The blood throughout her body surged and roared, and her realm level consequently shot up.

Xie Qingshuang stared at her crimson eyes and sneered: “You still claim you’re not a demon head. You’ve never changed.”

Cang Wu sent a palm strike of spiritual power and retorted: “Why don’t you look at yourself.”

She’s covered in demonic energy, yet has the nerve to point at me and call me a demon head.

“A mere heart demon. Once you are killed, the heart demon will naturally be dispelled,” Xie Qingshuang firmly believed that Cang Wu was her heart demon.

The chain-blade tore through the air, wrapping around the Night Epiphyllum’s blade and violently flicking it aside.

A dark shadow flashed in Xie Qingshuang’s eyes. She took a step back, looking at the person next to Cang Wu with her eyes half-closed.

“Lan Shan, I told you not to interfere in my business, or don’t blame me for being ruthless toward you.”

“Senior Sister Xie, I know you have hatred in your heart. Please calm down,” Lan Shan Jun still stood in front of Cang Wu.

“Calm down?” Xie Qingshuang was full of violence, finding her words ridiculous.

“That’s right. You are not Lan Yan. You haven’t died by her hand. You hold no hatred toward her. You haven’t seen her treat human lives like ants. You haven’t seen the Four Seas and Eight Realms turn into a hell because of her!”

After saying this, Xie Qingshuang raised her hand, pointing at the people around them who were preparing to intervene.

“You, you, and you… ha ha ha ha ha! If you don’t kill her now, you will all die by her hand in the future.”

The people she pointed to—Ling Guang, Xiao Jiu, and Zhao Chen—were all among them.

Cang Wu listened to her words, tightly pursing her lips. An absurd thought arose in her mind.

Could this Xie Qingshuang be the one from Ling Wang’s side?

How is that possible…

“It’s over. Senior Sister Xie is crazy,” Ling Guang whispered to Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng frowned as she looked at Xie Qingshuang. Crazy?

If it was due to the influence of Tianhe Town, even if Xie Qingshuang was lost within it, her character shouldn’t harbor such intense hatred for Cang Wu. Moreover, her words were dripping with blood, and what she said did not seem to come out of nowhere.

“Lan Shan, kill Cang Wu. You go back to where you belong. Let this body return to its original owner. Then I will consider that you didn’t commit possession,” Xie Qingshuang had lost all patience. Her killing intent began to spread, no longer focused solely on Cang Wu.

Possession! This was a major taboo in the immortal sects. Once discovered, the consequence was annihilation.

No one dared to move rashly. They were completely stunned by Xie Qingshuang’s words.

The few people who waited for Lan Shan Jun on the Three Thousand Steps instantly recalled the scene where two Lan Shan Juns were vying for control. Could the possession Senior Sister Xie spoke of be from that time?

“Xie Yanzhi!” Ming Yu rushed over. She looked in surprise at the demonic energy growing around Xie Qingshuang.

How could this be? Why was she suddenly controlled by a heart demon?

Xie Qingshuang sneered: “Lan Shan! Kill her!”

Lan Shan Jun’s heart pounded. She met the female lead’s blood-red eyes and said clearly, word for word: “I will not let you kill her.”

As if anticipating this reaction, Xie Qingshuang suddenly showed a look of satisfaction: “Fine, then I’ll kill you too! A person who commits possession also deserves to die!”

The others: “!?”

“Senior Sister Xie! You mustn’t!”

“Senior Sister Xie!”

“Senior Sister Xie!”

“Xie Yanzhi!”

The shouts of many people mixed together. The sound of bells and flutes rang out. Xiao Jiu and Mo Huaisheng tried to wake Xie Qingshuang.

But at this moment, in Xie Qingshuang’s eyes, Cang Wu was the future demon head and must be killed. Lan Shan Jun was a possessor and also could not be spared.

Although Xie Qingshuang’s realm was only in the Clarity of Soul realm, her spiritual power was comparable to the Grand Void realm. Her sword energy was almost irresistible in this Tianhe Town.

Xie Qingshuang, controlled by her heart demon, faced Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu. Within a few breaths, she could tell which of the two was easier to kill.

Cang Wu was also skilled in swordsmanship, possessed the Azure Dragon bloodline, and had Dragon Scales protecting her, making her much more troublesome than Lan Shan Jun.

Several phantom sword shadows circled around Lan Shan Jun. Although most were blocked by the chain-blade, she still acquired many sword wounds. Wounds cut by the freezing sword energy were difficult to heal, and the frost flowers blooming at the site of the wounds constantly tormented her flesh and blood.

The air Lan Shan Jun exhaled carried a chill. A layer of white frost coated her eyebrows.

Bu Jin wrapped around the Night Epiphyllum. The two magical artifacts were instantly frozen together. The ice frost reached Lan Shan Jun’s hand in the blink of an eye.

In the nick of time, a fire dragon opened its jaws and engulfed them. Xie Qingshuang narrowed her eyes and flashed away, dodging the attack.

The fire dragon swallowed Lan Shan Jun without hesitation. When the spiritual energy fire completely dissipated and the fire dragon disappeared, Cang Wu placed one hand on Lan Shan Jun’s waist to ease her from the cold of the frost, and pointed the other hand straight at Xie Qingshuang.

“Immortal Binding Cord, descend!”

With a shout from Ling Guang, a large net woven from a hundred golden Immortal Binding Cords appeared directly above Xie Qingshuang’s head. She looked up, her body reacting quickly to dodge, but she felt a pulling sensation on her legs.

Looking down, a confinement formation, with her as the center, held her tightly.

Just as she was about to be trapped by the Immortal Binding Cord net, a figure flashed by extremely quickly, swinging a knife with all their strength to destroy Song Qingcheng’s spell formation.

Xie Qingshuang seized the opportunity to escape from under the net.

Seeing such a good opportunity missed, Ling Guang gritted her teeth in anger. She glared at Ming Yu and angrily shouted: “What are you messing around for!”

Ming Yu smiled instead: “So many of you bullying her alone, and you call me messing around?”

Song Qingcheng watched her spell formation be destroyed and couldn’t help but examine Ming Yu.

She hadn’t paid much attention to this person, but many things in her memory seemed to involve her.

Is there someone this formidable among the disciples of Jialan Mountain?

“How are we bullying her? Didn’t you see Senior Sister Xie is controlled by a heart demon? You are messing around!” Xiao Jiu argued back in anger.

Ming Yu stood beside Xie Qingshuang, facing the group of people before her. Her expression slowly turned cold. The knife in her hand trembled. “She just wants to kill one person. And didn’t you hear her talk about possession? A bunch of Young Temple Lords and Young Sect Leaders of the Four Directions, yet you tolerate a possessor just because she is someone you are familiar with!?”

“The words she speaks while controlled by a heart demon are hard to distinguish as true or false. How can the matter of possession be judged solely by her words? Furthermore, Lan Shan and Cang Wu are disciples of Dong Jun. Even if they are wrong or guilty, it should be Dong Jun who punishes them,” Song Qingcheng held the compass in one hand, a new spell formation about to be completed. “Senior Sister Xie’s actions today are reckless and insane. Her words are hard to believe.”

“You don’t believe it, but I do,” Ming Yu moved her wrist. The knife in her hand was instantly enveloped in flames. She turned her head toward Xie Qingshuang, but her eyes were fixed on Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu. “I’ll help you kill her.”

Xie Qingshuang coldly glanced at Ling Guang and the others who were obstructing her. Her sword blade once again targeted Cang Wu.

Ming Yu’s knife swung toward Lan Shan Jun, truly without mercy. Lan Shan Jun recognized her from the blade’s edge: the sword cultivator who used the sea monster in the City That Never Sleeps to try and kill her in a dream.

Lan Shan Jun never expected that while she was focused on the plot, both female leads had harbored murderous intent toward her, and Ming Yu had even already acted on it.

“Possession, that method is truly disgusting.”

Saying this, Ming Yu forcefully slashed her knife toward Lan Shan Jun. She initially thought the other party would dodge or use her thin, barely-visible chain to block.

When the wind blades gathered and rolled up flames, counter-attacking Ming Yu, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

“I forgot you have a Wind Spiritual Root. With such excellent aptitude, and being Dong Jun’s head disciple, it’s a pity you don’t practice swordsmanship.”

“Lan Shan, I’ll help you.” Ling Guang came over with a sword and whispered: “I can handle her. You go over to Senior Sister Xie and try to work with Xiao Jiu and the others to suppress the heart demon.”

Lan Shan Jun’s eyes felt warm, seeing that Ling Guang and the others were willing to believe her and help her.

“Mm.”

Ming Yu scoffed. She narrowed her eyes when looking at Ling Guang. A thought suddenly arose in her mind: If the Young Temple Lord of the Vermilion Bird Temple dies here, will the Four Seas fall into chaos…

No, if that happens, what will happen to Xie Qingshuang?

In a breath, Ming Yu’s thought completely vanished.

Seeing Lan Shan Jun about to leave, Ming Yu swung her knife to block her, but it was intercepted by a sword halfway.

Ling Guang’s sword point pressed against Ming Yu’s, forcing her back step by step. Her posture was light and graceful, and her swordsmanship flowed naturally.

Ming Yu’s knife energy was fierce and profound. One strike carried the momentum of splitting a mountain, but when facing the sword swung by Ling Guang, her knife seemed soft and weak, easily blocked.

Ling Guang knew how to use a sword but was not proficient in swordsmanship. Logically, she shouldn’t have such strength. Ming Yu glanced around, noticing the large and small spell formations placed on the other person’s body, face, and feet.

So, she has the support of the Young Lord of Floating Jade Island behind her. She was not fighting Ling Guang alone.

With Song Qingcheng’s spell formations in place, it wasn’t difficult for Ling Guang to deal with Ming Yu. Lan Shan Jun was also not obstructed.

Bu Jin disassembled into countless thin blades, interspersing among the wind blades to attack Xie Qingshuang.

In an instant, the wind mixed with frost and snow, forming a swirling storm.

“Cang Wu.” Lan Shan Jun reached out to Cang Wu.

Cang Wu understood instantly. A golden thread connected their fingers.

On the other side, Xiao Jiu also put away her Boundless Staff and took out the Heart Guiding Bell from her brow.

Just like the previous two times, the three worked together to embed the Heart Calming Incantation into Xie Qingshuang’s body.

The spiritual power in the vortex was wild. Golden spell characters continuously emerged, eventually connecting into a semi-transparent ribbon covered with incantations, wrapping around Xie Qingshuang circle after circle.

Song Qingcheng’s peripheral vision noticed something in Zhao Chen’s hand—a medicinal pill.

The pill clearly had three thunder patterns on it. It was a first-grade pill validated by heavenly thunder. Song Qingcheng recalled that it had been a long time since a pill that could attract a thunder tribulation had appeared in the Four Seas and Eight Realms.

“What are you doing?” Song Qingcheng asked her.

Zhao Chen’s tone was calm: “Saving a life. This pill can temporarily calm the spiritual energy in Senior Sister Xie’s body, causing her to fall asleep.”

Hearing the pill’s effect, Song Qingcheng immediately realized that this must be what the Black Tortoise Temple had prepared for Zhao Chen, to be used when her Spiritual Snake bloodline awakened.

“Then you…”

As sooncheng opened her mouth, Zhao Chen had already sent the pill out.

The pill, which not even a thunder tribulation could destroy, scattered dazzling golden light the moment it approached the vortex, finally integrating entirely into Xie Qingshuang’s meridians.

The wind and snow around them diminished. The golden spell characters successfully imprinted onto Xie Qingshuang’s body, but because the heart demon was not dispelled, they could not enter her heart, only binding her like shackles.

The person and the sword fell together. A figure swiftly caught them. Just as she was about to leave, she was surrounded by the already-prepared group.

Ming Yu’s arm was cut by a sword. It was because she was distracted when she saw Xie Qingshuang falling straight down. It was also this single sword strike that slowed Ling Guang’s sword for an instant, giving Ming Yu a chance to escape the entanglement and catch the person and the sword.

“What do you want to do?” Ming Yu unconsciously hugged the person in her arms tightly.

Zhao Chen’s tone was serious: “There is only one hour. If the heart demon is not dispelled, Senior Sister Xie will completely fall into demonhood. Do you want to watch her become a demon creature that the immortal sects of the Four Seas must eliminate?”