Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 91

“So, I was the one who took the wrong path; I wasn’t born to die.”

It was that familiar voice again.

The last time, it wished her dead by an arrow; this time, it was speaking such baffling nonsense.

As her consciousness returned to her body, Lán Shānjūn opened her eyes to familiar faces crowded around her.

Líng Guāng, Xiāo Jiǔ, Mò Huáishēng, Sòng Qīngchéng, Zhào Chén, and even Mù Fú’ān, who had been standing far away, all looked at her with concern.

Lán Shānjūn gave them a small smile. Her gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Cāng Wú, whose eyes were shifty.

Líng Guāng glanced back, then quietly whispered to Lán Shānjūn, “Cāng Wú has been watching you anxiously the whole time. She’s very worried about you.”

“I know.”

Cāng Wú’s subtle movements were too obvious: she was worried about her but couldn’t overcome the lingering anger in her heart.

“Lán Shān.”

Xiè Qīngshuāng also woke up. The golden spell characters that had been binding her were gone, and her aura was no longer muddy.

With the Heart Demon broken, the Divine Martial Night Epiphyllum (Shénwǔ Yèhǎitáng) naturally entered her Sea of Consciousness. Xiè Qīngshuāng raised her hand and solemnly bowed to Lán Shānjūn.

Lán Shānjūn stood up, walked over, and held up her hand, her eyelids half-lowered as she whispered, “Senior Sister Xiè, this bow should not be for me.”

Míng Yù, who was nearby, unconsciously frowned, her expression one of displeasure.

Xiè Qīngshuāng straightened up. Without saying anything, she turned sideways to face Cāng Wú, bent at the waist, and performed the bow.

“Junior Sister Cāng Wú, my repeated attempts to harm you were due to my deep obsession. I apologize. After this matter is concluded, I will return to Yáng Gǔ and personally explain everything to the Valley Master and accept my punishment.”

In-fighting among disciples is a great taboo in Yáng Gǔ. Moreover, Xiè Qīngshuāng repeatedly tried to take Cāng Wú’s life; even as the Valley Master’s disciple, she would likely face severe penalties.

“Hmph.” Cāng Wú let out a cold snort and did not accept the apology. A single sentence wasn’t nearly enough for her.

“She has already apologized and said she will return to Yáng Gǔ to accept the punishment. Is this how you treat a Senior Sister Apprentice?” Míng Yù strongly disapproved of Cāng Wú’s attitude toward Xiè Qīngshuāng.

Hearing Míng Yù speak, Xiè Qīngshuāng turned her head to look at her, her eyes a complex mix of emotions.

Míng Yù was stunned by the way Xiè Qīngshuāng looked at her. Before this, Xiè Qīngshuāng’s attitude towards her had always been inexplicable—an inexplicable kindness, an inexplicable persistence—but now the look in Xiè Qīngshuāng’s eyes seemed different, a little unfamiliar.

Míng Yù pursed her lips, beginning to regret agreeing to Xiè Qīngshuāng’s removal of the Heart Demon.

The Xiè Qīngshuāng without the Heart Demon… was she no longer her Xiè Yánzhī?

Why did it hurt?

Míng Yù suddenly didn’t want to see Xiè Qīngshuāng anymore. She reached out and pushed open a nearby window, then leaped out, her figure disappearing into the night.

Xiè Qīngshuāng withdrew her gaze and sighed internally.

“How did Senior Sister Xiè’s Heart Demon originate? Why did she claim Cāng Wú was a demonic fiend, and what was the matter with Lán Shān’s ‘body snatching’?” Sòng Qīngchéng opened her mouth to ask.

Líng Guāng pulled her arm, signaling to her with a look.

Sòng Qīngchéng firmly pressed on her hand and said, “This matter is no trivial joke; we must clarify it.”

When Xiè Qīngshuāng was controlled by the Heart Demon, she pointed out several people, saying they would die by Cāng Wú’s hand—Líng Guāng was among them. Of course, Sòng Qīngchéng wouldn’t just let the matter pass in confusion.

In an instant, everyone became tense. Cāng Wú’s gaze, which had been wandering, finally focused.

Lán Shānjūn and Xiè Qīngshuāng exchanged a look.

Lán Shānjūn’s palms were sweating, and her breathing was already uneven.

“During a training excursion, I unintentionally fell into a Nightmare Realm, and the Heart Demon was born at that time. As for Cāng Wú and Lán Shān, I mistakenly identified them as the people from the Nightmare Realm because I was under its influence.”

Xiè Qīngshuāng’s explanation was logical and reasonable.

Sòng Qīngchéng asked, “Then, has Senior Sister Xiè now completely escaped the Nightmare Realm?”

Xiè Qīngshuāng nodded and bowed once more to everyone present: “Thank you all for taking action tonight. If I had truly done something wrong under the control of the Heart Demon, I would find it difficult to atone, even with ten thousand deaths.”

Although their statuses were all different, they were all young people of the same generation. They naturally returned the courtesy to Xiè Qīngshuāng.

“Senior Sister Xiè, you are too kind; it was the right thing to do.”

Xiè Qīngshuāng then looked at Lán Shānjūn. “Lán Shān, there are some things I wish to ask you.”

Lán Shānjūn nodded and followed her out.

After the two left, Líng Guāng slowly crept closer to Cāng Wú. Seeing her stare fixedly at the door, she hadn’t said anything when she heard Cāng Wú ask, “Even though we didn’t know each other, why did they all want to kill me? Even Senior Sister wanted to kill me?”

All of Líng Guāng’s words were blocked. She slowly widened her eyes.

Yes, Senior Sister Xiè’s explanation seemed plausible, but it was full of loopholes.

Lán Shān had indeed admitted she went to the East Sea Secret Realm to kill Cāng Wú.

Xiè Qīngshuāng was the one who developed the Heart Demon, but what about Lán Shān? Why did she do it?

“Maybe…”

Líng Guāng opened her mouth, but couldn’t come up with an explanation.

Cāng Wú’s eyes shifted, and she also stepped out the door.

What could she figure out by thinking alone? Wouldn’t it be better just to ask directly?

By the time Cāng Wú tracked the aura and found her Senior Sister, Xiè Qīngshuāng was no longer there. The woman was standing by a tree, her slender body wrapped in her Dharma robes, looking as if she were about to sway and fall.

In such a short time, the two of them must have only exchanged two or three sentences.

Cāng Wú did not deliberately conceal her aura. She slowly walked over and stopped about two steps away from the woman.

A light breeze brushed her face. Cāng Wú smelled the familiar scent, but this time it was mixed with a hint of bitterness.

The silence was profound. Cāng Wú finally couldn’t help but ask, “If you kill me, can Senior Sister leave this place? Leave forever, like Qiū Shuǐ?”

Lán Shānjūn’s shoulder trembled. She lowered her head slightly, and a glistening tear fell.

“Does Senior Sister want to leave?” Cāng Wú stepped closer.

Lán Shānjūn loosened her tightly bitten lower lip, the cool wind she inhaled allowing her to only manage a quiet gasp: “…No.”

Cāng Wú closed the distance again and reached out to hug the woman from behind. She buried her face in the woman’s shoulder and neck, softly calling her name: “Lán Shānjūn.”

Hearing Cāng Wú call her by her full name for the first time, Lán Shānjūn’s heart leaped.

She couldn’t help but wonder if Cāng Wú was no longer willing to call her “Senior Sister.”

“Lán Shānjūn.” Cāng Wú slowly tightened her arms, wrapping them around the woman’s waist, and pleaded, “Don’t go, don’t leave.”

Although Cāng Wú was using force, Lán Shānjūn didn’t feel any pain. She looked down at the hands on her waist, the tendons on the back of the hands bulging from the effort, yet still restrained and controlled so as not to hurt her.

Reaching out to cover the tense, taut hands, Lán Shānjūn took a deep breath to stabilize her emotions. “You don’t blame me?”

I wanted to kill you before I even knew you.

Cāng Wú gently rubbed her nose against the woman’s neck: “No blame. Although Senior Sister went to the Secret Realm to kill me, under the water, I was the one who was wrong towards Senior Sister. Therefore, Senior Sister should be the one to blame me.”

“I was going to kill you, and yet you want me to blame you,” Lán Shānjūn’s voice caught with a sob.

“Then, does Senior Sister still want to kill me now?” After saying that, Cāng Wú lightly bit the skin on the woman’s shoulder and neck, her pupils flashing with an azure light in the dark night.

Lán Shānjūn felt a slight pain. She leaned back slightly and reached behind her to stroke Cāng Wú’s head.

“Do you want to bite me? Go ahead.”

Cāng Wú’s demonic nature was heavy. Perhaps when her emotions were suppressed to a breaking point, it would trigger her demonic nature and make her want to bite people.

Just like when she was tortured by her heat in the water of the Secret Realm, Cāng Wú had bitten her.

Lán Shānjūn thought Cāng Wú was like this now. She was originally a person who was very afraid of pain, but now she could tolerate this person taking a fierce bite out of her.

“Does Senior Sister still want to kill me now?” Cāng Wú asked again, changing the bite to a gentle lick and kiss.

Lán Shānjūn stopped her caressing hand. Then, her fingertips traced from Cāng Wú’s forehead to the corner of her eye, her thumb pad touching a damp spot.

“Never again.”

Cāng Wú gave a muffled “Mm” and said, “I only have Senior Sister.”

“You don’t only have me,” Lán Shānjūn turned around in her embrace, gently cupping her face, her thumb pad lovingly stroking her cheek. “You won’t be lonely this time. You have me, you have Master, you have Yáng Gǔ, and you have Líng Guāng and the others.”

Cāng Wú’s expression was a little awkward, but she didn’t deny it.

The gentleness Lán Shānjūn’s eyes used to hold finally returned. She was about to give her a hug when Cāng Wú suddenly frowned and looked at her.

“Why… Hmm?”

Cāng Wú angrily leaned in and kissed the woman, and at the end, she gently bit the woman’s lower lip.

“Biting me again,” Lán Shānjūn said with a soft chuckle, her tone one of fond exasperation.

“This is punishment for Senior Sister,” Cāng Wú still wanted more. After saying that, she leaned in to kiss her again, saying vaguely while kissing, “Senior Sister let Mò Huáishēng hug her earlier. I don’t like other people being so close to Senior Sister.”

Lán Shānjūn was a little helpless, but she accepted this ‘punishment.’

With a push, Lán Shānjūn’s back leaned against the tree trunk. She slowly and carefully stroked Cāng Wú’s hair, slightly parting her lips to welcome the kiss.

The night wind carried a chill, but the two people clinging together under the shade of the weeping willow were burning hot.

Cāng Wú vented all the emotions accumulated tonight in this deep, heavy kiss.

Amidst the entanglement of lips and tongues, the gasps of the two were mixed with soft moans, until finally, they were just short of a prairie fire burning out of control.

Ultimately, it was Cāng Wú who stopped first. The small cloud dragon next to them was so anxious it tried to bite Cāng Wú to pull her away.

Cāng Wú reached out and put it away, looking at the woman’s flushed face, whose exhaled breath was scorching hot, and whose brows were furrowed in concealed pain.

A flash of regret and self-reproach crossed her eyes. Cāng Wú held the woman and slowly calmed down. “Senior Sister should have pushed me away.”

Lán Shānjūn tilted her head and kissed Cāng Wú’s hair, her cheek pressed against the cool strands to bring down the heat.

“It’s alright, it doesn’t hurt.”

“If only I didn’t have this Azure Dragon bloodline,” Cāng Wú began to feel the Azure Dragon bloodline was a nuisance. “Without the heat, Senior Sister wouldn’t be in pain, and I could kiss Senior Sister for a little longer.”

Lán Shānjūn couldn’t help but laugh out loud when she heard the last sentence. That’s what she truly wanted, isn’t it?

“What is Senior Sister laughing at?” Cāng Wú heard her Senior Sister’s laughter and countered, “Doesn’t Senior Sister want to?”

Lán Shānjūn felt the dampness in a certain area and softly whispered her answer, “I do.”

Cāng Wú’s arousal was also her arousal; she had suppressed it too many times.

Cāng Wú was very satisfied with this answer, and the corners of her lips curled up.

After cuddling for a while, Lán Shānjūn moved, pulling a slight distance between them. She looked at Cāng Wú with gentle attention and asked her:

“Cāng Wú, why do you know the Blood Concealment Technique?”

Although she had heard the reason from the heroine, she still wanted to hear Cāng Wú say it herself.

Cāng Wú’s eyelashes fluttered, and her gaze subconsciously fell on the gold and silver chain bracelet on the woman’s fingers.

Lán Shānjūn didn’t miss that glance. She stroked Cāng Wú’s face, offering silent encouragement.

Cāng Wú touched the woman’s hand, her thumb pad tracing the chain. In her ear, she heard the Spirit King’s voice again: “Idiot, she’s just a fox spirit who’s charmed you so you can’t find your way. Don’t tell her!”

“A fox spirit?” Lán Shānjūn also heard it and voiced her confusion.

Cāng Wú looked up in surprise. Lán Shānjūn looked at her.

This time, Lán Shānjūn heard it very clearly, and finally understood why the voice felt so familiar.

The voice sounded very much like Cāng Wú, but the words were not spoken by the person in front of her.

Evidently, Cāng Wú had also heard this voice before.

“Cāng Wú, who is she?”