Chapter 10 Part 2
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Chapter 10: Ten Thousand Calamities Refining Cultivation Method (2)
Bai Lian felt a sudden surge of nervousness.
An Lan’s voice was calm as she continued, “Don’t leave the Qiongming Peak… no, the Duxian Sect until you recover.”
For a moment, she almost said “Qiongming Peak,” but then, considering the upcoming Grand Competition was set to take place at Yunluo Peak, and Bai Lian was the Elder Martial Sister of Qiongming Peak, she needed to attend. So, An Lan adjusted her command, slightly broadening the restriction to include all of Duxian Sect.
“Oh.”
Bai Lian responded instantly.
An Lan’s mood lightened, relieved somewhat by Bai Lian’s obedient attitude.
She raised her hand, only to drop it again.
Keep a cool expression, remain aloof.
She knew that Bai Lian was quick to spot loopholes, and An Lan couldn’t let that happen.
“This is my command as the Master of Qiongming Peak!”
Her tone was firm, sharp.
Bai Lian replied without hesitation, her voice unwavering, “Yes.”
An Lan raised an eyebrow.
Today, Bai Lian was surprisingly well-behaved.
It seemed she was aware of her mistake.
An Lan spoke again, “I’m not forbidding you to rest, but the competition is approaching. You need to take good care of your Martial Sisters. Even if they can’t win first place, at least make sure they fight for the top three spots.”
Bai Lian didn’t need reminding on this.
For a while now, her focus had been on helping her Martial Sisters shine in the upcoming competition.
Her Martial Sisters, once promising, had now become somewhat useless.
What Bai Lian needed to do was give them a strong push to get them back on track, as soon as possible.
She couldn’t guarantee that her Martial Sisters would claim the top three spots, though.
The current Duxian Sect was full of extraordinary talent.
Not only did they have the future Holy Spirit Goddess, Rebellious Shura, and the Wild Dragon War God, but also the inheritor of Tai Xuan God’s Needle and the descendant of the Dragon King—other brilliant geniuses.
While these geniuses might not surpass Bai Lian’s Martial Sisters, they had started cultivating years before her Martial Sisters, giving them a head start. A single misstep could mean disaster for her Martial Sisters.
However, Bai Lian was still confident that her Martial Sisters could win first place.
In The Battle of the Gods, it was the second Martial Sister who ultimately took home the Grand Championship.
She had used her Fire Spirit as bait, leading a counterattack against a much stronger opponent, a person who had just reached the peak of the Golden Core Stage.
Though the second Martial Sister no longer had her Fire Spirit, her cultivation base was now stronger, and her Spiritual Root was two grades higher.
On top of that, even if the second and third Martial Sisters were defeated, the fourth Martial Sister still had a chance to turn the tide.
The fourth Martial Sister had consumed large quantities of Flying Swords and had already broken through to the Nascent Soul Stage.
As long as she didn’t make any rash decisions, she had enough strength to win the championship.
With all this in mind, Bai Lian issued her military order without hesitation: “I understand. If my Martial Sisters cannot win the championship and restore the Qiongming Peak, I will bind myself before my master. No matter what my master does to me, I will not complain!”
An Lan’s eyes flickered with a glint of interest.
No matter what I do to you, you won’t complain?
For a fleeting moment, An Lan thought about secretly ensuring her disciples lost the championship, just to test Bai Lian’s resolve.
But the thought was quickly dismissed.
That would be too much!
Despite her recent frustrations with her disciples, An Lan, as the Heavenly Lord, would never degrade her own followers like that.
If Bai Lian found out, she would surely hate her.
Yet…
An Lan still wasn’t satisfied.
Why was Bai Lian always so concerned with those foolish Martial Sisters?
Why couldn’t she be more aggressive in shaping them?
An Lan was clearly upset.
Lost in these thoughts, she suddenly pointed her index finger at Bai Lian, her expression fierce.
(〝▼皿▼)σ
“Don’t let me down!”
Bai Lian nodded eagerly.
“I won’t let you down.”
An Lan withdrew her hand and turned toward the door.
But just as she was about to leave, Bai Lian called out.
“Master.”
“What’s the matter?”
An Lan sighed softly, clasping her hands and speaking in a concise, almost dismissive tone.
She looked like she didn’t want to entertain any more conversation.
But that was just a front.
In truth, she was hoping Bai Lian would get closer to her.
“I…”
Bai Lian hesitated, wanting to ask why her master had looked so shocked just moments ago.
But in the end, she decided not to press the issue.
She and the second Martial Sister had just returned from outside when the Master hurried over.
If this wasn’t jealousy, what else could it be?
Forget it.
Better not to stir things up and risk angering her master.
Instead, Bai Lian smiled warmly, “Master, I’ll make sure the world knows you are the most capable Master of the Duxian Sect.”
An Lan was caught off guard by the declaration.
She didn’t really care what others thought, but hearing Bai Lian’s words stirred something inside her—a warmth she hadn’t expected.
This position, the Master of Qiongming Peak, had been entrusted to her by Yan Xiyi before his passing.
If she could make it even a little better, she would be satisfied.
She turned around, her voice faint as it drifted into the room.
“I’ve been doing this for a long time, so I don’t need you to prove it. Why don’t you let your Martial Sisters prove they have what it takes to carry the Qiongming Peak forward?”
With a soft squeak, the door closed under the influence of An Lan’s spiritual Qi.
Bai Lian sat cross-legged on a small stool, gently massaging her legs and stomach, a broad smile on her face.
Despite the harsh words, the master was clearly concerned about her disciples.
Bai Lian couldn’t help but feel hopeful about her dream of living a happy life with her master and Martial Sisters.
Of course…
I need to be the oil that keeps the wheels turning. I must play my part well!
There’s no problem with a little friction.
Most families have minor disagreements.
The key is ensuring there’s no quarrel between Shifu and the Martial Sisters.
The consequences of that would be disastrous.
As Bai Lian rubbed her legs, she noticed a figure appearing outside the door.
It wasn’t her master.
It was the second Martial Sister!
The Second Martial Sister had returned after boiling some water.
She floated into the room with a small wooden bowl, a bench, spices, essential oils, and a variety of medicinal herbs.
“Elder Martial Sister.”
Xiao Jinse’s footsteps were so light, they barely made a sound.
She had to be careful.
She feared making too much noise and alerting the third Martial Sister.
If that happened, she wouldn’t have the chance to enjoy Bai Lian’s company alone. Once the third Martial Sister got involved, the peace would be shattered.