Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 99

Lan Shan-jun’s consciousness felt trapped inside a black box. She could neither perceive herself nor the outside world.

In that instant, panic began to set in.

Meanwhile, on the Three Thousand Steps, Cang Wu watched as the woman’s body suddenly went limp. She quickly reached out to catch her, holding her close. The body in her arms was ice-cold, and her chest showed no rise and fall.

“Senior Sister! Senior Sister!?”

Cang Wu pressed her palm against the woman’s wrist; the pulse there was so weak it was almost undetectable.

The people walking ahead heard the commotion and turned back. They saw Cang Wu anxiously holding the unconscious Lan Shan-jun. Astonishment and worry surged, and they turned to gather around.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” Ling Guang’s voice reached them before she did.

Cang Wu frowned, the fear in her heart steadily expanding. She was terrified that her Senior Sister would just leave her completely, leave this world without warning, and she would never find her again.

Her gaze fell on the chain entwined with the woman’s fingers. Cang Wu reached out, covered it, and removed it.

The moment the chain touched her hand, Cang Wu sensed her connection to the Chaos Diagram. She spoke inside her mind: “Spirit King.”

「Heh, I truly thought you listened to that fox spirit and had no desire for the Chaos Diagram. Since you are my former self…」

Cang Wu had no patience for her ramblings and immediately interrupted: “What’s wrong with my Senior Sister?”

The Spirit King was well-informed; she might know.

「…The Chaos Diagram only allows me to see and hear what happens on your side. I can’t go there, so how would I know what happened to that fox spirit?」 The Spirit King spoke in an ominous tone. “If I could go over there, I’d certainly like to see what kind of person she is, to have you so infatuated.”

Cang Wu was even more irritated, utterly disgusted with this “Cang Wu” who had become the Spirit King.

I must find Grandmaster Xuan. She’s an immortal; she will know.

With that thought, Cang Wu immediately turned and began walking up the steps.

Before she had taken two steps, a cry of alarm suddenly erupted behind her. Turning around, she saw that Xiao Jiu had also suddenly collapsed. Fortunately, Mo Huai-sheng reacted in time and grabbed her, otherwise, she would have tumbled down the Three Thousand Steps.

The fox that Xiao Jiu had been holding burst into a sudden flame the moment she fell, leaving nothing but a bloody skin behind.

“Xiao Jiu, why is she also…” Ling Guang’s voice trailed off. Her eyes fixed on Xiao Jiu’s hand. “Look at her hand!”

The others’ gazes followed. Xiao Jiu’s right hand was marked with a ring of tooth indentations. The blood in the marks had turned inky black, and the surrounding area was blue and purple, showing signs of necrosis.

Poisoning!

“How could this happen?” Mo Huai-sheng whispered. “Xiao Jiu has the White Tiger bloodline. Her flesh, blood, and bones are comparable to fine jade. Ordinary poison shouldn’t be able to do this.”

Zhao Chen reached out and placed her hand on Xiao Jiu’s side neck, her expression turning grim: “Her vital energy is almost gone.”

Song Qing-cheng used her spiritual power to pick up the fox skin from a distance. She saw the concealed puppet threads beneath the fur and the Puti wood, which had been burned to ash.

Puti wood has an unusual fragrance. Even if burned to ash and washed away, the scent will linger for three days.

Puppet threads—these were the Feng family’s specialty. And the only person in Qingyun Academy connected to the Feng family was Feng Sheng.

But a few days ago, news had spread: the demonic blade had appeared, and both the Feng family and Jialan Mountain Sect had been annihilated.

“You take Lan Shan and Xiao Jiu to find Elder Yu. Ling Guang, let’s go after Mu Fu-an and Mu Liu,” Song Qing-cheng said decisively.

Ling Guang nodded without hesitation.

When dealing with poison, no one was more knowledgeable than the Valley of a Thousand Poisons.

The group dispersed. Cang Wu was the first to carry Lan Shan-jun, flying toward Elder Yu’s courtyard. Disregarding propriety, she strode over the courtyard gate and found Elder Yu, who was still drinking medicine.

After being injured by the out-of-control Zhao Chen last time, Elder Yu had requested leave from Grandmaster Xuan. She didn’t have to teach lessons and was recuperating in her small courtyard, occasionally going out to examine her spiritual herbs and medicines out of boredom.

“Elder Yu!”

Elder Yu’s hand, holding the medicine bowl, paused. Her slender brows furrowed. She deeply disliked this kind of rude, unceremonious behavior. Just as she was about to sternly check which young upstart it was, an expression of profound helplessness crossed her face upon seeing the person.

She got rid of one Yun Chi, only to have another Cang Wu arrive; and then there was that pair of Master and disciple.

Sometimes she wondered if the Heavenly Dao had added something that naturally countered her to the Azure Dragon bloodline.

“What’s wrong with her?” Elder Yu rose, helpless.

Before Cang Wu could speak, her small courtyard was suddenly flooded with another group of people, carrying a similarly afflicted Xiao Jiu.

“Elder Yu!”

“Elder Yu!”

Elder Yu: “…”

I know, stop shouting.

After placing Lan Shan-jun and Xiao Jiu on the cloud beds side by side, Elder Yu saw their necrotic injuries and her brows tightened.

She then attempted to use spiritual power to probe the two women’s Spiritual Platforms, only to find that they were completely empty.

A cultivator’s Spiritual Platform is where the soul recuperates. Generally, when a cultivator is in closed-door cultivation, the physical body is dormant, and the soul in the Spiritual Platform absorbs surrounding spiritual energy—a process called nourishing the soul, which is the most critical step in cultivation.

But now, Lan Shan-jun and Xiao Jiu’s Spiritual Platforms were empty. Their souls were gone.

“They were bitten by this puppet fox,” Mo Huai-sheng presented the fox skin.

Elder Yu twitched her nose, and her face instantly turned grim: “Puti wood.”

“Reincarnation.”

“What Reincarnation!?” Cang Wu demanded.

Elder Yu explained: “It is a secret medicine from the Valley of a Thousand Poisons, extremely venomous. With the Puti Heart as the medicinal primer, the poisoned person will not only suffer gradual necrosis of the flesh, but their soul will also fall into a state of unconsciousness and insensibility due to the Puti Heart, until it completely dissipates.”

Cang Wu completely lost control upon hearing this. She grabbed Elder Yu’s sleeve, her breathing ragged: “The antidote! Quickly, give us the antidote!”

Zhao Chen tried to pull her back, but her hand was fiercely shaken off by Cang Wu.

Zhao Chen stumbled back a step, steadied by Mo Huai-sheng’s hand.

Elder Yu looked down at Cang Wu. The girl’s pupils were already demonizing due to emotion, contracting into vertical slits, and the dragon scales around her eyes flickered in and out of sight.

“There is none,” Elder Yu said softly. “The Valley of a Thousand Poisons has thousands of poisons, but Reincarnation is the only unsolvable medicine.”

Cang Wu’s mind exploded with a boom. She stared at Elder Yu in disbelief, her grip slowly weakening. “Impossible! How can there be no antidote? Impossible!”

“Puti Heart as the primer,” Zhao Chen murmured under her breath. Then she suddenly realized something. Her eyes moved, and she “looked” at Cang Wu: “The Red-Winged Ants!”

The Red-Winged Ants attacked Mu Fu-an, claiming she burned the Puti vine. The Puti vine grows from the Puti tree, and where there is a tree, there must be a heart.

It was Mu Liu who claimed responsibility for that incident, and she just so happens to be a disciple of the Valley of a Thousand Poisons and is highly skilled in toxicology.

Mu Liu, Valley of a Thousand Poisons.

Raging fire burned in Cang Wu’s eyes.

After leaving Qingyun Academy, Mu Liu and Mu Fu-an boarded the Thousand Poisons Valley airship and flew eastward.

Mu Fu-an looked at the completely wrong direction, confused: “This isn’t the way back to the Valley.”

Mu Liu glanced at her but didn’t speak, frequently observing her surroundings.

Mu Fu-an had already noticed that she was distracted, seemingly afraid of something.

“Are you hiding from someone?” Mu Fu-an asked.

They had grown up together. From Mu Liu’s expressions and small actions, she could roughly guess.

Suddenly having her thoughts exposed ignited Mu Liu’s anger. She scoffed coldly and took a step toward Mu Fu-an: “Mu Fu-an, have you really started to think you’re like them after spending so much time with that group? They are Young Hall Masters and Young Mistresses. What about you? You were just picked up by my mother and grew up in the Valley of a Thousand Poisons. What right do you have to speak to me like this?”

With that, she raised her leg to kick Mu Fu-an. Mu Fu-an didn’t move. The talisman paper clamped between her fingers slowly filled with spiritual energy.

Seeing Mu Fu-an standing there foolishly, waiting to be beaten as before, a feeling of satisfaction flashed in Mu Liu’s eyes. She seemed to already see the pathetic sight of the person before her being kicked to the ground.

However, just as her kick was about to land, a long whip broke through the air, whipping straight towards the leg Mu Liu had extended.

The event happened suddenly. Mu Liu didn’t have time to retract her leg, and the long whip had already coiled around her calf. The moment she clearly saw the whip, Mu Liu’s face darkened.

She sharply lowered her right leg, trying to counter the whip. The whip tightened further, and the tiny barbs on it dug into Mu Liu’s flesh, staining the area red.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time,” a woman’s smiling voice rang out above the airship.

Mu Fu-an was also startled by the scene. She followed the whip and saw a face that was not unfamiliar.

Ye Nan-yi of the Rebirth Gate.

Ye Nan-yi was standing on a Fire Cloud Eagle. The Rebirth Gate excels at beast taming, and as their Young Mistress, she had many spirit beasts that could fly and tunnel.

The Fire Cloud Eagle’s wings were both pierced by iron chains. The chains crossed, connected to its neck, and were held in Ye Nan-yi’s hand.

Leaping down from the Fire Cloud Eagle, Ye Nan-yi sharply yanked the long whip in her hand. Mu Liu instantly stumbled forward, nearly falling to her knees.

Mu Liu gritted her teeth and smiled. She stared at Ye Nan-yi with eyes like a scorpion: “You came to silence me?”

Ye Nan-yi raised an eyebrow, a slight smile on her lips as she nodded. “I thought you were going to hide in the Academy forever.”

“Since I dared to come out, I’m not afraid of you,” Mu Liu sneered maliciously. The surrounding wind began to churn the clouds. A bitter scent permeated the air. The Fire Cloud Eagle waiting in mid-air had the wind blown directly into its face, its eyes instantly bloodshot, and it began to grow frantic.

Knowing Mu Liu’s skills, Ye Nan-yi wouldn’t be completely unprepared. She was here to kill today.

The moment the wind rose, Ye Nan-yi blew a whistle. In an instant, dozens of Fire Cloud Eagles swooped down from the clouds. They stopped behind Ye Nan-yi. Their giant wings flapped, blowing all the poison Mu Liu had unleashed into the wind straight back at her.

The poisonous wind struck Mu Fu-an’s face, and her throat immediately felt bloody.

She quickly took an antidote from her Qiankun bag and swallowed it. This was the antidote her Aunt Mu had prepared for her, which could neutralize most of the Valley of a Thousand Poisons’ poisons.

Ye Nan-yi narrowed her eyes. Using the momentum from the Fire Cloud Eagles’ flapping wings, a curved blade suddenly appeared in her hand. The blade slashed horizontally, aimed at Mu Liu’s head.

The moment she saw the cold glint of the blade, Mu Liu strangely grinned.

Ye Nan-yi saw her gaze land behind her and frowned.

“Bang—!”

With an explosive sound, dozens of Fire Cloud Eagles burst into death, forming a sheet of blood mist.

In that same instant, a hand that seemed to emerge from lava pierced through the blood mist and aimed for Ye Nan-yi’s heart, while Mu Liu’s poisonous wind rushed towards her face.

Mu Fu-an only heard a scream. Sensing the danger, she decisively threw out several talisman papers, and like the wind beneath her feet, she fled the airship.

The Fire Cloud Eagles’ blood was everywhere. When Mu Fu-an escaped, every part of her was stained with the gore, even her eyes were soaked with blood.

Before she could clearly see what had happened, a spell formation suddenly appeared beneath her feet. Immediately afterward, several mechanical birds appeared beside her. The mechanical birds flew straight into the blood mist.

The teleportation formation rotated. In the blink of an eye, Mu Fu-an was already ten miles away.

She looked at Ling Guang and Song Qing-cheng beside her in surprise: “How did you…?”

Song Qing-cheng gestured with her eyes for her to keep quiet.

Mu Fu-an nodded, her gaze directed toward Ling Guang, who was using the mechanical birds to investigate.

A moment later, Ling Guang opened her eyes and said in a deep voice: “Mu Liu is gone.”

Not only Mu Liu, but there was no residual presence of anyone else in that area either.