Chapter 6 Part 2
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Chapter 6: Master, Here’s My Filial Piety (2)
At the peak of Qiongming,
Within the restricted zone.
Bai Lian, who had gone to inquire, looked at the stone bed in dismay.
It had changed.
The original stone bed had vanished, replaced by a new wooden bed.
“?”
“That bed was too firm,” An Lan explained. “I didn’t like it. Nowadays, I prefer things that are softer.”
Bai Lian nodded in agreement.
Indeed, the wooden bed had a soft mattress on it.
In the game, after accompanying An Lan for 500 years, the stone bed was destroyed during a terrible battle.
Bai Lian took a small bench and a tea table out of her chest.
She set the tea table down, sat upon the bench, and began eating watermelon as she spoke to An Lan.
She deliberately asked An Lan random questions, trying to keep her Shifu occupied and prolong their time together.
—
“How can thousands of flowers bloom?”
“%$”
“Where does the boundary lie between the virtual and the real?”
“@＃”
“What do you hate the most, Master?”
“Water chestnuts.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Blue… and white.”
“What are your three sizes?”
Bai Lian made a vague gesture.
An Lan instantly became wary. “What are you planning to do?”
Bai Lian smiled. “I want to make a dress for you.”
In the game, Bai Lian had seen An Lan’s role card at least a hundred times. However, the information on it was too limited.
Apart from height and weight, all it mentioned was a simple “A.”
An Lan’s birthday was recorded there as well: August 17th.
It was next month.
Perhaps An Lan no longer remembered, but Bai Lian remembered it vividly.
An Lan hesitated before replying, “I’m not entirely certain.”
She picked up a tape measure and began to wrap it around herself, but Bai Lian quickly took it from her hands.
“…”
Fine. Misunderstood again. Bai Lian didn’t feel the need to explain herself.
An Lan raised her hands willingly.
“Measure away.”
Bai Lian kept her composure, careful to avoid provoking An Lan into expelling her from Qiongming Peak. She had learned her lesson about recklessness.
The atmosphere was calm.
A warm breeze flowed through the cave, a result of An Lan adjusting the temperature control array the day before.
An Lan sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes inadvertently caught sight of two “cute rabbits” hopping in front of her.
Hmph.
What’s the point of being bigger? Doesn’t it affect movement?
She decided not to comment. It was beneath her to interfere in such matters. Perhaps Bai Lian thought her silence was a sign of approval.
Poor little Bai Lian.
After a while, Bai Lian set the tape measure on the bed.
“Master, can you sit sideways?”
“What are you planning now?”
Although An Lan asked, she complied, shifting her position so that half her hips faced the cave entrance. Her body remained slightly tense.
If Bai Lian dared to cross the line, she was ready to strike her down and expel her on the spot!
“Your hair is messy,” Bai Lian remarked.
The sunlight from outside reflected off the mirror in front of the cave, illuminating the room like a jewel.
Bai Lian gently lifted An Lan’s black hair. Countless scenes from the game surfaced in her mind.
In the game, there was a recurring action where “she” would run her fingers through An Lan’s hair. Yet in one specific instance, “she” pressed An Lan against the bed while laughing mischievously.
“Master, let me serve you!”
Bai Lian imagined herself in An Lan’s shoes.
At that moment, An Lan must have felt utterly lost.
After losing Yan Xiyi and falling out with Yan Yue, she had become trapped in her own loneliness.
—
Could such despair be mended?
In the game’s “Shifu route,” the outcome was entirely different.
Peach blossoms framed the window, casting a soft glow.
It was early morning.
An Lan sat before the dresser while “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian” carefully combed her hair.
One, two, three…
This serene moment would remain frozen on the screen, eternal unless the space bar was pressed.
But the ending wasn’t happy.
[Even if I die, I will die feeling warmth.]
These were the last words An Lan murmured as she passed away in Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian’s arms.
The screen faded to black, and torn lines of red text filled the screen.
[Ah! Ah! Ah!]
The words “bad ending” appeared quietly in the corner.
—
This time, Bai Lian vowed, things would be different.
She retrieved a comb and began smoothing An Lan’s hair.
Her fingers brushed against it gently, the sensation far more vivid than watching computer-generated imagery.
Her intention was simple: to style Shifu’s hair in its usual way.
This act of service was her expression of filial piety.
As Bai Lian envisioned a brighter future, she imagined herself playing the piano while An Lan accompanied her on the flute. Her younger Martial Sisters would add their own melodies, completing the harmonious scene.
But such a future still felt far away.
In the silence, An Lan began to relax.
It seemed there was no need to push Bai Lian away.
She let out a soft sigh.
Bai Lian had her flaws—teaching only at night and running around tirelessly for her Martial Sisters—but she was still a wonderful disciple.
There was a comforting scent about her, one that lingered even after she left.
Unbeknownst to Bai Lian, An Lan had secretly captured this fragrance, tucking it into her pillow.
—
Shashasha.
Bai Lian’s fingers glided through An Lan’s hair, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.
An Lan closed her eyes, savoring the moment as forgotten memories surfaced.
Had she ever been this close to anyone in her previous life?
She tried to remember.
But no… she couldn’t recall any friends.
Had she forgotten something important?
“…”
An Lan frowned, lost in thought.
—
As July cooled, Jue Yunzi prepared to face his Guafeng Disaster.
An Lan was chosen to escort him.
For one, she was strong. Secondly, she often left the sect, so her presence wouldn’t draw suspicion.
At dawn, Bai Lian nodded at her Shifu.
An Lan’s presence ensured the safety of Jue Yunzi and the Duxian Sect.
Bai Lian wasn’t worried. She knew An Lan was impervious to the schemes of their enemies.
As An Lan disappeared from view, Bai Lian returned to her room and quietly shut the door.
There was still one month until An Lan’s birthday.
That was plenty of time to create a family portrait and sew a special gift for her Shifu.