Chapter 10 Part 1
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Chapter 10: Ten Thousand Calamities Refining Cultivation Method (1)
The vibration was like the fury of a Category 18 typhoon tearing through the air.
An Lan stood at the door of Bai Lian’s room, struggling to swallow the words, “Bai Lian, I’m coming in.”
She remained silent, her face expressionless. The muscles that had been relaxed only moments ago were now stiffened, as though bound by invisible shackles—so rigid that one might mistake her for an ice sculpture.
“Master?”
Bai Lian called out, her voice tinged with confusion.
She was not one to easily understand people, but when it came to her master, things were different. An Lan’s personality was well documented in the game. Whether you loved or hated her, anyone who had played The Battle of the Gods would remember An Lan vividly. Bai Lian was no exception.
Whenever she had some free time, Bai Lian would watch her master’s CG, marveling at her movements and expressions.
In this world, no one knew An Lan better than Bai Lian.
Her master’s current expression was so familiar, it was almost as if she had seen it countless times before in the game.
In certain plotlines, whenever the Master was “pressed” by “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian,” she would show this exact expression—a mix of shock and barely-contained anger.
[How did it come to this?]
[How dare she?]
[Rebels!]
In those storylines, even though An Lan resisted fiercely, she couldn’t avoid being “bullied” by “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian.”
But this situation now was different. Bai Lian had no intention of taking advantage of her master in any way.
“Then…”
Bai Lian lowered her head, sensing a change in her master’s demeanor.
Had something gone wrong because of her?
This made Bai Lian uneasy. She thought she had acted normally—her clothes were in order, neither too tight nor revealing. Her face was calm, neither captivating nor cold.
The only difference was that she was barefoot—a rare sight indeed.
“Master?”
Bai Lian called out again, but An Lan did not respond. Her grip tightened on the door frame.
She felt as if the ground beneath her feet was unusually shaky. Could it be a landslide?
But no, the mountain was still intact. It was An Lan who was on the brink of collapse.
“Why are there so many?”
Bai Lian’s condition had only just improved significantly, so how could it deteriorate so quickly?
An Lan’s hands shifted restlessly, not knowing where to place them. Her efforts, her sacrifices—everything seemed meaningless in this moment.
If she weren’t so concerned about maintaining her dignity, she might have rushed forward to pin Bai Lian down and inspect her immediately.
After what felt like an eternity, An Lan finally emerged from the depths of her panic.
She drifted toward Bai Lian like a ghost, taking a deep breath before asking in the gentlest voice she could muster, “What have you been doing outside just now?”
She was worried—deeply so—but she couldn’t let Bai Lian know. As the Heavenly Lord, she had to maintain her majesty in front of her disciple.
Bai Lian, still confused, began to explain, “I went down the mountain with the second Martial Sister to go shopping.”
As they left the Duxian sect, they had encountered hundreds of people along the way. There was no way to hide it. Even if no one saw them, it was nothing to conceal. After all, they weren’t doing anything wrong.
“Is that it?”
An Lan was stunned.
Bai Lian had simply gone out, bought a bunch of things, and returned? Was that all?
Bai Lian nodded and, upon An Lan’s request, provided a detailed account of every shop she visited and every road she traveled.
“Hmm.”
An Lan nodded, though her mind was still swirling with unease.
The moment Bai Lian finished speaking, An Lan’s Divine Sense stretched out, scanning the small town beneath the mountain.
Under her scrutiny, all the secrets seemed to unravel.
A swordsman from Western Lane was caught stealing in broad daylight.
On an eastern street, a burly man was bullying a child who had accidentally stepped on his shoes.
But An Lan’s Divine Sense didn’t linger on these incidents for long. She moved from street to street, alley to alley, until there were no more signs of suspicion.
There were a few who seemed a bit odd—a demon cultivator dressed in disguise, looking around. But this person was weak, barely reaching the Golden Core Stage, so they posed no threat to Bai Lian.
Sighing inwardly, An Lan retracted her Divine Sense. She then fixed her gaze on Bai Lian, just two feet away from her.
No matter how she looked at it, Bai Lian seemed more like the master than she did.
Bai Lian was tall and imposing.
An Lan, by contrast, was short and small.
But why… why was Bai Lian so unreliable?
Every time, without fail, she found new ways to trouble An Lan.
An Lan thought of the cute and adorable jade rabbit.
If only Bai Lian could be like that silly rabbit. Would that mean fewer problems to deal with? Surely, fewer.
After all, what normal person would be interested in a rabbit?
An Lan shot Bai Lian an odd look, making her feel uneasy.
She wanted to say something, but without any clues from the system, she ended up holding it in.
In the silence that followed, An Lan abandoned the thought of giving Bai Lian a physical lesson.
She always raised her hand high and then slowly let it fall, knowing that even if she hit Bai Lian, it wouldn’t cause any real harm.
Maybe Bai Lian would cry out in pain, but in her heart, she might be asking for two more strikes.
“Bai Lian.”
Suddenly, An Lan spoke.