Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 97

When the message from the Floating Jade Island Master reached Song Qing-cheng’s hand, a group of young disciples was sitting on a cloud bank, chatting and laughing. Song Qing-cheng read the contents of the message, brushed her fingertip over the Floating Jade Island jade token, and replied with two words: “Understood.”

Looking up and seeing Ling Guang listening intently, Song Qing-cheng didn’t tell her that the Hall Master wanted them to return to the Sleepless City as quickly as possible.

Amidst a flurry of questions, Lan Shan-jun, Xiao Jiu, and Mo Huai-sheng relayed, sentence by sentence, the events of the previous day, when Elder Xue had taken the three of them back to Tianhe Town.

When they returned to Tianhe Town, they had expected to see a desolate wasteland. Instead, it was another cycle, or more accurately, another grand dream. However, Tan Zhen and Xi were gone, and only the calm and peaceful lives of the townspeople remained.

Elder Xue told them that the Tapir Demon clan feeds on dreams but also creates them. That’s why the Shan family exploited this to extract bones and craft the White Jade Bone Fan. Too many Tapir Demon remains were buried beneath this land. Furthermore, after Tan Zhen developed inner demons, she couldn’t control the spread of her spiritual power, which slowly forged a connection with the area. She wished that Xi hadn’t exterminated the Shan family, and thus created Tianhe Town—a place where the residents were all the deceased members of the Shan family.

Tan Zhen couldn’t accept that she had accidentally killed Xi. Heaven’s Radiance transformed into the Heavenly River, thoroughly concealing Xi’s remains, and her memory of that period was likewise buried in the river.

Xi was originally of the bloodline of the Ancient Great Demon, the Nine-Tailed Civet Cat, but she hadn’t fully cultivated and only had six tails. Though her physical body was killed by Tan Zhen’s sword, her demonic core and soul remained. Sensing that Tan Zhen had self-destructed her Golden Core and was severely wounded and near death, Xi’s consciousness allowed her and her demonic core to merge with Tan Zhen’s body, co-existing with her and entering this grand dream.

Xi knew that if a cultivator developed inner demons, they would suffer endless torment. She wanted Tan Zhen to eliminate the inner demons as quickly as possible. Her demonic power covered the entire Tianhe Town. She created a demonic entity named Chao (朝), whose name and appearance resembled her own. She made Tan Zhen rescue her, and then made her ‘kill’ the people of Tianhe Town. Chao was an evil demon. Xi thought that as long as Tan Zhen killed the evil demon Chao, she could break the inner demons.

However, she didn’t know that Tan Zhen, tormented by the inner demons, could no longer distinguish truth from falsehood. Chao was so much like Xi that when she truly raised her sword to strike, even if the image before her was false, Tan Zhen couldn’t bring herself to do it. The Tan Zhen who had lost a segment of her memory dared not gamble, so she repeatedly drew her ‘sword’ to end her own life.

Dream after dream, repetition after repetition—both Tan Zhen and Xi were affected by Tianhe Town. Even external cultivators who stumbled into it would be affected, losing their sanity and eventually exhausting their spiritual power, becoming the fuel for Tianhe Town’s continued existence.

Elder Xue took the three of them back to Tianhe Town to pacify the lingering spirits and make Tianhe Town completely disappear.

“So, have Senior Tan Zhen’s inner demons been removed?” Ling Guang asked.

Lan Shan-jun shook her head: “Senior Martial Aunt Tan Zhen lost her Golden Core. After Grandmaster Xuan removes Xi’s demonic core from her body, she will be very weak, and her cultivation realm will plummet. The Valley Master plans to take her back to Yang Valley to recuperate. The matter of the inner demons still requires her to see her own heart clearly. After all this time, only she knows whether it was truly because of Shan Jing, Xi, or Senior Martial Aunt Tan Zhen herself.”

Ling Guang raised a hand to wipe a tear, sniffing: “What about Xi?”

“Jiu Ying has already taken Xi’s demonic core back to her secluded residence. I’m afraid it will take a hundred years to reconstruct her demonic body.” Xiao Jiu raised a hand to rub her ears; her fingers could still feel how hot they were.

To ask about Tan Zhen and Xi, she had transformed into a little white tiger more than once to amuse her Great-Aunt. The white tiger had nearly been petted like a common cat.

Mo Huai-sheng twirled her short flute in one hand and propped her chin with the other, gazing into the distance in a daze.

Mu Fu-an, beside her, was equally distracted.

A hand waved in front of the two of them. Ling Guang blinked at them: “What’s wrong with you two? Don’t you have any reaction to such a moving story?”

Although Mu Fu-an had been with them all these days, she hadn’t actively participated, trying her best to minimize her presence. Suddenly being called out made her feel flustered. In her panic, she directed her gaze towards Mo Huai-sheng, who was similarly affected.

Mo Huai-sheng was much calmer. She sighed slowly and said in a low voice: “I have to leave tomorrow.”

As the fire caused by the sea demons intensified, she, as the young mistress of Tingxue Tower, had no choice but to return.

As soon as she spoke, Xiao Jiu and Zhao Chen also lowered their eyes. They had naturally also received messages from their Hall Masters.

Mu Fu-an followed up: “Me too.”

Ling Guang was confused: “Leave? Where are you going?”

Song Qing-cheng, beside her, showed her the message she had just received. Ling Guang quickly scanned it, and the smile on her face also faded.

Lan Shan-jun looked around at them, smiling to ease the atmosphere: “What are you all doing?”

Although they had only known each other for a few months, the experiences they shared involved danger and life-and-death situations. The sudden separation inevitably brought a certain degree of sadness and reluctance.

Ling Guang leaned against Song Qing-cheng again: “Why are you all being called back at once? Xiao Jiu, Zhao Chen, is it the same for you?”

Seeing the two nod, Ling Guang knew that some serious incident must have happened in the Four Seas, making their return mandatory.

She abruptly sat up, exclaiming excitedly: “Then tonight, we drink until we drop!”

Xiao Jiu’s hand, which was rubbing her ear, froze. She felt uneasy under Ling Guang’s stare: “Why are you looking at me? I’m not going.”

Only Elder Xue has a wine cellar in Qingyun Academy. The last time she was caught stealing wine, Elder Xue had subjected her to quite a session while settling the score, which included rubbing off quite a bit of her fur, not to mention that for several days Xiao Jiu suffered auditory hallucinations of the woman’s strange laughter buried in her stomach.

“But we’re all leaving tomorrow! Who knows when we’ll meet again in the future?” Ling Guang said mournfully on purpose, even managing to squeeze out two tears.

Xiao Jiu: “…”

A quarter of an hour later—

Xiao Jiu took a deep breath of resignation outside her door. After pushing the door open, she immediately rushed forward with a smile, crouching on Elder Xue’s knee and deliberately exposing her two soft, bouncy ears.

Elder Xue put down the documents she was holding, glanced at the fawning Xiao Jiu, and looked up to see a string of heads hiding outside.

She raised her hand and closed the door, then pinched one of Xiao Jiu’s furry ears, chuckling: “What do you want this time?”

Xiao Jiu actively offered her paw, lowering her head to be petted: “I want wine.”

Elder Xue held her paw, gently rubbing the very fleshy paw pad. “Granted.”

Before Xiao Jiu could be happy, she heard a slow, drawn-out phrase from above: “Let me rub your belly for a bit.”

The smile abruptly froze: “…”

Another quarter of an hour later—

Xiao Jiu emerged, her face flushed red, carrying the wine she had traded for.

Ling Guang rushed up to meet her, laughing and praising her: “I knew you could do it.”

Xiao Jiu glared at her, clutching her burning ears. The faint bite marks on her ear tips hadn’t faded yet.

They were back on the familiar cloud summit. The young disciples loved to overlook the Four Seas and enjoy the evening breeze there.

Gulping down a full cup, Ling Guang’s naturally fiery eyes were made even redder by the reflection of the sunset. She reached out to shield them: “The last time we drank together was right after we arrived at the Academy, wasn’t it? Hahaha, we were even caught by Grandmaster Xuan and Elder Xue!”

The memory made Xiao Jiu’s ears feel hot again.

“Lan Shan, are you and Cang Wu going back to Yang Valley?” Ling Guang hummed, reaching out her hand. “We came here together. Why don’t you come back to Sleepless City with me?”

Lan Shan-jun caught her with a smile, helped her steady herself, and returned her to Song Qing-cheng: “The Valley Master didn’t ask Cang Wu and me to return when she left with Senior Martial Aunt Tan Zhen.”

“Then that’s perfect! Let’s go back together!” Ling Guang cheered up again.

Lan Shan-jun smiled helplessly. The wind blowing in her ears was soft and comfortable. The sunset before her was as intensely fiery as a blaze. She raised her hand, asking the breeze to linger for them.

The clear wind brushed past their faces. With wine in hand and friends before her, nothing was more important than enjoying the moment to the fullest.

“Come on!” Ling Guang raised her wine cup.

Hand after hand raised, the cups clinked together, making a crisp sound.

The aroma of the wine was intoxicating enough, but with the clear moon and bright stars tonight, the breathtaking beauty of the scene made them even more utterly immersed.

Elder Xue had been generous and given Xiao Jiu many rare wines. Even if they drank too much, they wouldn’t feel unwell, just a bit warm and hazy.

Lan Shan-jun noticed that Mo Huai-sheng frequently looked her way tonight, her expression suggestive of wanting to say something but holding back.

She found an opportunity to get up and walk a little further away, and sure enough, Mo Huai-sheng followed.

The cool breeze dispersed some of the heat. Lan Shan-jun’s voice was even softer after being steeped in wine. She asked gently: “Huai-sheng, do you have something to tell me?”

Mo Huai-sheng’s hand tightened around her short flute. She opened her mouth several times before finally speaking: “Will you go to the Unenviable Immortal Peak with Ling Guang?”

Lan Shan-jun gave a soft “Nghm,” seemingly pondering. After a moment, she said: “Probably.”

Her Master was undergoing tribulation. The Valley Master only said she would punish the Liu family and then take her and Cang Wu to visit the Azure Dragon Hall, but the specific time was unknown. Senior Sister Xie also left Qingyun Academy a few days ago, and Ming Yu was completely missing. It wouldn’t hurt for her and Cang Wu to visit the Vermillion Bird Hall.

Mo Huai-sheng looked at her, sounding a bit nervous: “I wonder if Lan Shan would be willing to visit the Unenviable Immortal Peak again before going to the Sleepless City? Last time, I couldn’t let you… and Cang Wu see the true magnificent view of Unenviable Immortal Peak. It won’t be like that this time; I will arrange everything properly.”

Lan Shan-jun found Mo Huai-sheng’s appearance a little odd. She was hesitating whether to agree, as it was a kind gesture from her.

Suddenly, a warm body embraced her from behind, and a wine-scented breath drifted into her ear: “Senior Sister.”

Lan Shan-jun listened to Cang Wu’s slurred words, her tone becoming even softer: “Are you drunk?”

Cang Wu hugged her Senior Sister’s waist, rubbing her head against the woman’s shoulder, and then burrowing into her neck. She muffled: “Drunk, Senior Sister.”

Lan Shan-jun didn’t know what to do with her. Seeing Mo Huai-sheng’s expression stiffen slightly, she could only laugh: “Cang Wu’s tolerance for alcohol is a bit poor; she looks for me when she’s drunk.”

Mo Huai-sheng forced a smile: “It’s fine.”

Seeing the Senior Sister and Junior Sister hugging affectionately before her, Mo Huai-sheng shifted her gaze and walked toward the other group, who were still clinking glasses and drinking.

After taking two steps, Mo Huai-sheng seemed to sense something. She turned back and met Cang Wu’s clear and cold gaze, naturally not missing the triumphant and provocative smile on her lips.

Her fingers clenched, creaking slightly. Mo Huai-sheng took a deep breath, secretly resolving that she absolutely had to say those things.

Only after seeing the person walk far away did Cang Wu retract her gaze. She spun around to face the woman, cupping her Senior Sister’s face with both hands, and kissed her.

Lan Shan-jun was surprised for a moment, then all her attention was captivated by the eager and predatory soft tongue.

A faint wine fragrance blossomed between their entwined lips and teeth. Lan Shan-jun felt a slight ache at the base of her tongue, but she accommodated Cang Wu’s movements and didn’t push her away.

After kissing until both were slightly breathless, Cang Wu finally slowed down. She kissed the woman’s lips repeatedly, kissing from one corner of her mouth to the other, then her nose, cheeks, eyes, behind the ears…

Lan Shan-jun’s body grew warm. This feeling was too familiar. She turned her head slightly and said: “That’s enough.”

Cang Wu hugged her, taking a deep breath of her favorite scent. She spoke muffledly: “Don’t go to the Unenviable Immortal Peak. I don’t like it.”

Lan Shan-jun didn’t think too much of it. She softly said “Mhm”: “Okay, we won’t go.”

Cang Wu’s eyes brightened. She couldn’t resist trying to kiss her again, but the woman covered her mouth with her hand. Cang Wu blinked innocently.

Lan Shan-jun felt very uncomfortable. She quickly pressed the back of her hand against her palm, then quietly recited the Clear Heart Mantra several times.

After the two of them embraced and shared affection for a while, Ling Guang called them back.

This time, no one passed out drunk, and they stayed until the first ray of sunlight in the early morning rose.

The group sat in a line on the edge of the cloud cliff. The wind lifted their robes and hair. Lan Shan-jun’s eyes reflected the sunlight, shining golden.

“I wonder if we’ll ever have a chance to be this carefree again,” Zhao Chen sighed.

“Of course, we will.”

Lan Shan-jun extended her hand, and the wind passed through her fingers.

“All in the Four Seas, the Spring Breeze Never Fades.”