Chapter 6
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Chapter 6: Damn it!
This is a spiritual war without any physical combat!
When the situation seemed to spiral out of control, Bai Lian used the tactic of “heart to heart.”
Clearly, An Lan was not prepared for this move. She froze in place.
“What… what?!”
Her lips quivered slightly, and the dignified image she had painstakingly maintained crumbled instantly.
An Lan’s stunned expression confirmed Bai Lian’s suspicion. Her Shifu’s character was as twisted as it was in the game.
Though deeply concerned about her, An Lan always cloaked her feelings in cold words.
Now, Bai Lian knew how to proceed.
At this moment, the smile on her face grew even more natural.
She recalled the game’s storyline. Most of the time, An Lan appeared “lofty.” But in certain storylines, when forced to shed her facade, she revealed an unspeakable charm.
Some players called it the appeal of a “bad girl,” while others described it as the forbidden joy of teasing the master.
Theories varied.
For Bai Lian, though, her Shifu’s storyline shone with pure, innocent hope.
While “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian” in these narratives occasionally hinted at “checking the bodies of her Martial Sisters,” she never truly acted on such thoughts. If she did, she’d simply veer off into another storyline.
Instead, “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian” was devoted to her Shifu, so much so that after An Lan brought her back to the Duxian sect, she vowed to “marry An Lan.”
The most special Shifu storyline could only be unlocked after completing all 107 other game paths.
Many players assumed they’d reached a hidden happy ending upon entering this final path.
They were wrong.
This storyline was a pure love tale, offering a warm narrative that made players momentarily forget the world’s inherent dangers.
But…
The sweeter the story’s progression, the more devastating the end.
No matter how strong “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian” was—even with cheats—she would always die silently in An Lan’s arms when the final BOSS appeared, her form dissolving into starlight.
There was no escape.
This ending, simultaneously the most loved and hated, cemented An Lan’s popularity as a heroine.
Without this storyline, Bai Lian would never have realized how rich An Lan’s personal history truly was.
The Heavenly Lord?
More like an invincible child doing as she pleased.
Now, with An Lan’s defenses breached, Bai Lian decided to push further.
“Shifu,” she began softly, “I could see Death Words on my body before I met you.”
An Lan’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
What? Could that be true?
Bai Lian spun a tale. “When I was very young, I woke up one morning to find a black Death Word etched over my heart, glimmering faintly in the morning light.”
Her eyes wandered to a hole in the cave wall, adding depth and mystery to her fabricated story.
It was exhausting, weaving lies in front of An Lan. If caught, Bai Lian suspected her Shifu might break her legs.
An Lan followed her gaze.
Light filtered through the hole.
Was the sky as dark that day as it was now?
An image formed in An Lan’s mind—little Bai Lian, a diminutive version of her current self. She imagined her with smaller hands and feet, pink cheeks, and a childlike innocence.
The scene was unexpectedly heartwarming.
“At the time, I didn’t understand what it was, but I was terrified,” Bai Lian continued.
An Lan envisioned the young Bai Lian sitting on her bed, rubbing her eyes, discovering the ominous mark on her chest, and prodding it with tiny fingers.
No matter how much she poked, the Death Word remained. Fear consumed her, and she panicked, telling her family, “There’s something strange on me!”
But no one could see it. No one believed her.
How lonely she must have felt!
An Lan saw little Bai Lian huddled in a corner, crying softly.
If only she’d been there…
An Lan fell silent.
Would she, with her cold nature, have embraced the crying child?
“Later,” Bai Lian said with a wistful smile, “someone claimed I was cursed.”
One by one, spiritualists, Taoist priests, and demon hunters came to help.
All were useless.
Eventually, more Death Words appeared, forcing Bai Lian to hide her plight.
When the Death Words became invisible to others, her family threw a banquet, celebrating her “recovery.”
An Lan clenched her fists.
Was Bai Lian only ten years old?
She had borne such fear alone!
What puzzled An Lan most was Bai Lian’s ability to recount this painful story with a smile.
“Life always goes on,” Bai Lian said softly.
She learned to ignore the Death Words, though the fear never left.
At fifteen, tragedy struck. Bai Lian lost her entire family.
Everything she once cherished vanished.
She felt adrift, questioning if her life had ever been real.
“I was like a passerby who didn’t belong to this world,” Bai Lian said.
Until she met An Lan at a fruit stall.
“I felt the sun reappear in my sky. Because of the sun, I wasn’t afraid anymore. Some say I’m like the moon, but without the sun, how could I shine?”
An Lan’s heart ached.
The warmth in Bai Lian’s words pierced through her defenses.
She had always been described as the sun—but not like this. This wasn’t the blinding, scorching sun. This was the gentle sun of winter, bringing life back to frozen ground.
Bai Lian looked at her earnestly. “Shifu, you can see the Death Words on me, can’t you?”
“Yes,” An Lan admitted, her voice soft.
She no longer wanted to hide.
Bai Lian smiled. “I knew you’ve always cared about me.”
“Don’t say nonsense!” An Lan snapped, though her heart wasn’t in it.
Bai Lian’s smile didn’t falter. “Shifu has been secretly working to erase the Death Words from me.”
An Lan looked away. That wasn’t entirely true—not before, at least.
But as Bai Lian’s warm gaze held hers, she couldn’t bring herself to deny it.
What would be the point? Would it be redemption or destruction to tear down the image Bai Lian had of her?
The cave grew quiet.
As the sound of dripping water echoed, Bai Lian moved closer, startling both An Lan and herself.
She sat beside her Shifu, feeling the warmth radiating from her. Then, without a word, she embraced her.
“…”
An Lan froze, every fiber of her being stiff with shock.
What just happened?
She, the Immortal Heavenly Lord, was being hugged—by her own disciple!
Bai Lian felt equally surprised but pressed on, knowing she couldn’t back down now.
“Shifu, I know you want me to stay away from Yu Ying because you’re worried the Death Words will overwhelm me.”
An Lan’s fingers twitched.
She sighed inwardly. Having a clever disciple was exhausting.
“But avoiding it won’t help,” Bai Lian said. “The baby eagle has to fly one day. You can take care of me for a while, but not forever.”
Who said that? An Lan thought. With her lifespan, she could take care of Bai Lian forever…
But times had changed.
Bai Lian continued, “Last month, I told you I hope you’ll one day acknowledge me and share your burdens with me. If I avoid them, how will I earn your approval?”
An Lan remembered that night vividly.
Her disciple had scolded her, reminding her of her own failings as a master.
The guilt still lingered.
“Then…” An Lan whispered, “Let Yu Ying stay.”
Bai Lian’s face lit up, and before she could stop herself, she hugged An Lan even tighter.
Her fears were real, but she knew courage was the only way forward.
An Lan sighed.
Suddenly, her expression changed.
Where was Bai Lian’s hand?
“Pervert! How dare you grope your master!”
Before Bai Lian could explain, An Lan’s overwhelming spiritual Qi surged, paralyzing her instantly.
The next thing she knew, she was face down on the bed, receiving another spanking.
“Get out!” An Lan roared.
“Yes, Shifu!” Bai Lian fled.
An Lan sat on the bed, fuming.
Wait…
How were “accepting Yu Ying as her disciple” and “what Bai Lian just said” even connected?
Her mind spun. She needed time to think this through.
