Chapter 4
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Chapter 4: Martial Sister An Lan
After the light vanished, the stagnant Return Ruins returned to normal.
A strong wind sprang up.
The water floating in the air started falling in a sputter, then turned into a heavy torrential rainstorm.
The current surged. In the dark waves, seawater flooded into the bottomless pit from all directions.
The turtle floated quietly around the Return Ruins.
It felt rebirth from this apocalyptic scene.
The air was so sweet.
The sound of the waves was so sweet.
The rain felt so gentle on its back.
Ah, praise the sun!
The turtle raised its front paw high and looked at the figure drifting away. That figure was engraved into its memory.
When it was just a small turtle floating at the bottom of the sea, it had been startled by the kelp that came from nowhere.
The kelp deeply penetrated its “tentacles” into its body, torturing its spirit and will, and absorbing its vitality to strengthen itself.
The turtle knew that the kelp wanted to turn it into a puppet.
How could a young turtle like it bear such anger?
“This turtle will never be a slave!”
It launched a counterattack against the kelp.
It ground the kelp hard. After grinding until it bled, the kelp remained unharmed.
It also went around provoking those evil sea monsters, but they were crushed as soon as they confronted the kelp.
The turtle failed again and again, but it never gave up.
In this process, it experienced growth.
In fact, it was not a commendable story—it just learned to “compromise.”
To be a turtle, patience is the most important thing!
The reason the turtle chose to settle in the Return Ruins was that the Return Ruins had a torrent that never stopped. The torrent could help relieve its pain when it washed over its back.
In its tens of thousands of years of life, the turtle’s greatest achievement was finding this special health-preserving method. With this method, it had lived from the beginning of this world to now, becoming a dreaded old turtle.
But that was the limit.
The turtle was proficient in divination. It had calculated the fate of the kelp countless times, using this method to also spy on its own future.
Before the end of this world, it would eventually die at the hands of the kelp, helping the kelp ascend to the Immortal World.
“That is destiny.”
It couldn’t do anything but sigh.
Every world has its own life. Humans use years to record their lives, while the world uses yuan to record its lifespan. One yuan is equal to one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred years.
It only needed a few hundred more years to see the start of the next yuan.
It was a pity.
Or it should have been.
But…
For some reason…
That strange woman came, asked two strange questions, and then casually attacked.
A burst of white light!
The turtle could still remember the kelp’s final attempt to use the turtle as a shield.
But the lance, which seemed to possess self-consciousness, perfectly avoided the turtle and struck the kelp, sending it into the abyss of death.
No trace was left!
Is this destiny?
It’s quite funny.
Is there really such a thing as unchangeable destiny in this world? After all, it seems to exist only because one is not strong enough.
At this moment, the black turtle’s eyes shone with a deep light.
“What a kind person. Let me do a divination for you!”
Its body was covered in white light.
Countless mysterious lines appeared on its back.
Divination with the turtle shell was the unique skill of the black turtle!
In a trance, the turtle saw it.
It was white…
KALA!
After a crisp sound, the turtle retreated from the vision.
Blood flowed down the corners of its mouth, and what scared it most was that its shell had cracked!
What the fuck…
Forget it, the divination would not work.
The turtle’s face looked constipated, but it vaguely understood something.
It was precisely because that strange woman’s fate was as unpredictable as a fog that the “destiny” it had predicted could be broken by her.
Now it could only pray for her good fortune.
The turtle shook its paw.
“Thank you, stranger!”
A moment later, it sank back to the bottom of the sea.
…
In fact, there were several places listed by the Library Elder that An Lan had not visited.
But after talking with Xuangui, she lost her interest in wandering around.
If she could become a Heavenly Lord again, why should she be afraid of some Death Words?
If the so-called karmas couldn’t be cut off with her lance, then she would just keep cutting until the karmas were completely ripped apart!
But this was bound to be a road full of thorns.
Only by returning to the Immortal World could she recover everything she had lost.
But how could she smoothly return to the Immortal World?
She could ascend to the Immortal World even now, but then she would be found by her foe.
“No, I can’t do it now!”
An Lan shook her head.
She remembered her three disciples.
The pearl hidden in Su Youwei’s body was a very high-quality artifact.
Theoretically, the immortal who had died in the Sand Region could not have brought it to this mortal world.
“Maybe there is a special channel that is not restricted by the laws of the Great Tao!”
An Lan felt a surge of excitement at the thought.
For hundreds of years, she had never been so full of fighting spirit.
This wasn’t only for Bai Lian, but also for herself. It was impossible to just wait in place for miracles.
An Lan took out the jade slip.
After many days, she finally saw the words sent by Bai Lian.
[I’ll be right back…]
In the middle of the sentence, An Lan deleted all the words.
Anyway, it wouldn’t take much time for her to return to the Duxian sect, and it wouldn’t make much difference if she didn’t send Bai Lian a message first.
Let’s just give Bai Lian a “surprise”!
An Lan revealed a shadow of a smile.
As their Shifu, I should spoil my disciples occasionally.
During the flight, her body suddenly turned into countless streams of light. When the streams disappeared completely, she had already reached the offshore area.
In this way, An Lan returned to the Duxian sect in a quarter of an hour.
She stood in front of the mountain, not rushing in.
Look at the green grass.
The spring was fading away, and summer was getting closer.
Look at the white clouds.
“It’s a pity that no real immortal has ever been born here.”
An Lan muttered and walked slowly towards the sect.
People came and went at the front door. She didn’t like it, so she always chose the back door to go in and out.
The back road was narrow and rugged, but this was not a problem for An Lan.
Between the rocks and cliffs of Yunluo Peak, An Lan met Elder Xu Tingxue, who was tending to the medicine garden.
Elder Xu Tingxue, who had grown much more interested in Bai Lian because of Qing Luan, greeted An Lan as soon as she saw her.
She smiled and said, “Martial Sister An Lan really has a good disciple!”
Huh?
An Lan stopped.
Why does this sound like a fault?
She clenched her fists.
Elder Xu suddenly added, “Bai Lian’s performance in Heluo Country almost surpassed the ceremony of the eldest princess. I heard that the disciples of Yaochi Holy Mountain also praised Bai Lian a lot this time.”
Oh, she is praising Bai Lian.
That’s all right.
An Lan loosened her tense body.
Elder Xu then said, “Compared with Bai Lian, my disciples… Alas, Martial Sister An Lan, I wronged you before. You are a real teacher!”
An Lan smiled, nodding gently as though unconcerned. “If only you knew!”
Elder Xu bowed humbly before An Lan. “Martial Sister An Lan, please teach me how to teach my disciples!”
Her bow was genuine.
After a long talk with Bai Lian, she had decided to learn how to teach her disciples from An Lan, but she hadn’t found the opportunity until today—especially since An Lan liked to run outside and rarely stayed in the sect.
An Lan: “…”
You ask me? Who do I ask?
“Martial Sister An Lan?”
Elder Xu called softly.
She noticed that An Lan seemed reluctant.
That’s right.
This must be Martial Sister An Lan’s exclusive secret. How could she reveal it so easily?
Elder Xu, gradually understanding everything, took a small box out of her arms.
“A small gift. It can be considered a congratulation for Bai Lian. Please accept it, Martial Sister An Lan.”
“…”
An Lan glanced at the ten-thousand-year Ice Soul lying in the box. It was of excellent quality and could be refined into a powerful weapon.
She remembered the Dirt Free Sword she had given Bai Lian.
Why is it called the Dirt Free Sword?
Not because the sword was crystal clear and unstained by dust.
The name was mainly because it had no special ability. It couldn’t release spells, couldn’t increase spiritual strength, couldn’t…
Its only advantage was that it was hard and suitable for stabbing people.
The Dirt Free Sword had been very useful to Bai Lian in the past, but with Bai Lian’s growth in all aspects of her ability, the sword could no longer meet her needs.
It’s time to upgrade it!
An Lan accepted the Ice Soul from Elder Xu.
She smiled and said, “Let me say a few words.”
Elder Xu nodded eagerly. Usually, when the sect leader said this phrase, it meant at least half an hour of advice.
An Lan spoke slowly.
“First of all, we must recognize that disciples are people with subjective initiative.”
“Hmm.”
“Our role is not to impart knowledge, but to guide and promote. You can teach them magic, but you can’t cultivate for them.”
“Hmm.”
“The key is how to make your disciples love cultivation.”
“Yes!”
Elder Xu agreed wholeheartedly. Qing Luan didn’t like cultivation, and Elder Xu had mistakenly forced her onto the path of cultivation, almost leading to tragedy.
It’s worthy of Martial Sister An Lan, who taught Bai Lian. She really hit the nail on the head!
Elder Xu pricked up her ears, ready to continue listening to An Lan’s advice.
“That’s about it. Take the rest and let me go.”
After saying that, An Lan walked briskly toward Qiongming Peak.
“?”
Elder Xu was stunned.
That’s it? Is that all?
You really only said a few words!
“Martial Sister An Lan!” Elder Xu chased after her.
After receiving the gift, An Lan looked very polite. “What else?”
Elder Xu asked, “Martial Sister An Lan, can you give me an example?”
An Lan frowned. “Teaching disciples in accordance with their aptitude is the key, so I can’t give you an example.”
“…”
Elder Xu hesitated.
Seeing that An Lan was leaving again, she hurriedly said, “Martial Sister An Lan, why don’t you tell me how you plan to teach your new disciple?”
New disciple?
Su Youwei had been in the Duxian sect for almost a year. Could she still be called a new disciple?
An Lan sighed helplessly. “It’s actually quite simple. First, I teach her the cultivation method, then let Bai Lian guide her. Under Bai Lian’s influence, she naturally grows to like cultivation.”
“Ah, this?”
Elder Xu froze in the late spring wind.
It sounded so simple.
But…
Where could she find another Bai Lian?
When Elder Xu came to her senses, An Lan was gone.
Elder Xu looked at the empty box and suddenly fell into deep thought.
Is the leader of Qiongming Peak An Lan or Bai Lian?
…
An Lan finally returned to Qiongming Peak.
Seeing Bai Lian painting in her room, she hid her breath and walked past quietly.
Dear disciple, here comes your surprise!
