Chapter 16 Part 2
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Chapter 16: Bai Lian, You Said You Are Not a Natural Saint (2)
There was no answer. Maybe the girl had gone far.
…
“Continue?”
When the sect leader of Chuncao Pavilion heard that Bai Lian wanted to continue repairing the incomplete ancient elixir’s prescription, he was stunned.
“That’s right.”
If victory can be achieved in a normal way, why take a special route?
Especially now, with the Second Martial Sister and Shan Huan as friends, Bai Lian didn’t want her previous efforts to be in vain.
She thought it was proper.
Her Younger Martial Sisters were not her vassals.
She couldn’t keep holding them in her arms all day!
“I see.”
The Pavilion Leader bowed and left.
He knew Bai Lian probably wouldn’t do anything to harm Chuncao Pavilion, but he still had a headache thinking about what her fanatical fans might do.
For a long time, the pavilion leader’s eyes fell on Taoist Lingye.
He had an idea.
He decided to talk to him.
—
That night, Xiao Jinse and Shan Huan finally restored the incomplete pill after two attempts, witnessed by countless alchemists.
It seemed they had truly succeeded. The medical pills they refined indeed had the effect of promoting longevity.
The Pavilion Leader solemnly awarded the Green Grain Cauldron to Xiao Jinse.
He felt relieved. The night sky looked as clear as ever.
He didn’t know what the future of Chuncao Pavilion would hold, but for now, the burden on his shoulders was still heavy.
Shan Huan received the medical pills she wanted. One pill wasn’t enough to cure her father, but it gave her more time.
Excitedly, she rushed to her father, who lay on the bed.
She thought she would have to persuade him multiple times before he would agree to take the pill. To her surprise, he opened his mouth and immediately swallowed it.
Like chewing on sugar beans, he muttered, “The technique is rough, the heat is uneven, and the medicinal power is only 50%.”
“…”
Shan Huan stood still, momentarily stunned.
She even forgot to explain that the pills had been made by Xiao Jinse.
After a long silence, a single word escaped her lips: “Father.”
Her eyes glistened with tears.
“Alas…”
“What’s the name of the girl who saved us?”
“Bai Lian. Bai Lian of the Duxian sect.”
Her father nodded solemnly.
“I will remember her well, just as I will remember tonight’s white-jade-like moon.”
—
“Elder Martial Sister, I did it!”
Xiao Jinse stood before Bai Lian, holding the Green Grain Cauldron, which was a circle thicker than her, with excitement in her eyes.
Oh, Green Grain Cauldron, you still ended up with the Second Younger Martial Sister.
Bai Lian sighed inwardly.
At least, on this timeline, there would be no strange incidents involving the Green Grain Cauldron, nor would it break from being used to refine secret medicines.
Bai Lian reached out her hand.
Xiao Jinse quickly pushed the Green Grain Cauldron forward, thinking Bai Lian wanted to touch it.
Bai Lian truly wanted to touch it—but not the cauldron.
Her right hand slid along the corner of the Green Grain Cauldron. Before Xiao Jinse’s stunned eyes, her thumb gently pressed against the corner of her lips.
“!?”
Xiao Jinse, Su Youwei, and the jade rabbit froze.
What is happening?!
Su Youwei burned with jealousy.
Is this the special treatment reserved for the sickly and weak Martial Sister?
The jade rabbit was about to cry.
It’s over! She couldn’t even transform into human form yet—how would she ever get her turn?
“It’s dirty.”
Bai Lian smiled, her eyes slightly curving. Her smile was as warm as a March flower.
The smudge came from the smoke during the pill furnace’s opening.
“I-I-I…”
Xiao Jinse’s body trembled slightly. She couldn’t string together a coherent sentence.
She felt Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian’s cool, slender fingers sliding across her cheek.
A soft friction.
And then, the fingers carefully withdrew.
“It looks much better now,” Bai Lian said, always meticulous about such details.
“I’ll wash it!”
Xiao Jinse shouted, dropping the Green Grain Cauldron as she ran to the bamboo pipe in the yard.
Water splashed as she frantically slapped her face.
Her cheeks felt hot.
Her legs were a little weak too.
She cursed herself inwardly.
She should have leaned forward more while making the pills. That way, there would’ve been more black marks on her face!
—
Later that evening, the Pavilion Leader found Bai Lian.
“I’ve come up with a new plan.”
Bai Lian raised an eyebrow in surprise.
A new marketing strategy?
Why are you telling me this?
The Pavilion Leader explained, “We’re creating a support plan for new alchemists. The first group will include children adopted by Taoist Lingye.”
He shared Taoist Lingye’s story.
The rumors were true—before meeting his Shifu, Taoist Lingye was just a poor, ordinary man.
One harsh winter, he discovered his dying Shifu in the snow.
Before passing, his Shifu shared all his life’s knowledge with Taoist Lingye, who cared for him.
“Heritage!”
That was the final word his Shifu left behind.
Although Taoist Lingye’s talents were ordinary, his dedication to preserving this legacy drove him forward.
He adopted many children who, like him, had suffered greatly. If they wished to learn alchemy, he taught them with all his might.
“He’s not really a fraud. His alchemy is decent—otherwise, we wouldn’t have cooperated with him. But during the ‘Nine Dragons Pill Lifting Technique,’ he can’t afford to be distracted, which leads to mistakes.”
To prove his sincerity, the Pavilion Leader even made a solemn oath.
Heritage…
Bai Lian smiled.
Without heritage, humanity would never have survived countless catastrophes.
“Do what you wish,” she said calmly.
The Pavilion Leader nodded and left.
Soon after, Taoist Lingye appeared.
He frowned.
“The Pavilion Leader mentioned the support plan for new alchemists.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Bai Lian asked.
“I feel like I deceived the world by working with Chuncao Pavilion.”
“That’s irrelevant.”
Bai Lian had no intention of exposing Taoist Lingye’s facade.
She knew his reputation among those who admired him was well-earned. That was enough.
“Thank you.”
Taoist Lingye’s eyes misted slightly.
In his lifetime, he had encountered two noble people.
His Shifu, who gave his life meaning.
And Bai Lian, who reminded him that everything he did was worthwhile.
After the rain, the sky was finally clear.
The children under his care would have a brighter future.
—
The next day, news of the battle in Hening City spread across the Heluo country.
Even in Tianyi City, the capital, teahouses and taverns buzzed with chatter.
“They say it was a battle between cultivators at the Soul Changing Stage, but no innocents died.”
“In the past, such battles would leave entire cities lifeless.”
“Bai Lian, you are truly a Natural Saint!”
“To kill a cultivator at the Soul Changing Stage with one sword—Fairy Bai Lian’s power is terrifying!”
Upstairs in a private lounge, a red-robed maid addressed a woman sipping tea.
“Eldest Princess, Bai Lian’s reputation has completely eclipsed yours in the years you’ve been away.”
Her voice brimmed with anger.
The veiled woman smiled faintly, her fingers caressing the rim of her cup.
“They’re not wrong. Bai Lian truly is extraordinary. But…”
Her eyes gleamed with determination.
“Now I’m back!”
Her laughter rang out—bold, confident, and intoxicating.
