Chapter 35 Part 1
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Chapter 35: An Lan’s Secret (1)
It was a sleepless night.
An Lan, who had felt a little drowsy, suddenly woke up. The words “Immortal Heavenly Lord” pierced through her mind like a sharp blade, leaving her body stiff and her breathing uneven. Even her normally flat chest rose and fell noticeably with each effort to calm herself.
“This woman…”
An Lan’s gaze locked firmly on Yue Wuyang, who stood before her, brimming with anticipation.
Who was Yue Wuyang?
It was a name she had never heard before. But one thing was certain—Yue Wuyang was from the Immortal World.
The Immortal World.
The mere mention of that realm brought back memories she had buried deep. And now, her name had been spoken—dragging to the surface thoughts of her old nemesis.
That bitch.
A rival whose strength was equal to her own.
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In the East Divine Land, An Lan had spent hundreds of years living in constant vigilance. That woman was insidiously cautious, preparing for millennia to eliminate her. With her foe’s ability to see through the river of time, An Lan had every reason to believe she already knew of her survival.
If so, it was only a matter of time before her enemy sought her out.
Because of this, An Lan had severed all ties with the East Divine Land. She refused to grow attached to anyone or anything.
Emotions only hinder one’s ability to wield the lance.
She remained solitary, ever ready to face her adversary with a calm heart.
Her plan seemed perfect.
But…
—
The world had its own ideas.
Before her reincarnation, she had been blessed with incredible fortune—no difficulty could faze her.
After reincarnating?
Even drinking cold water seemed to give her a toothache.
—
She vividly remembered her second month in the East Divine Land.
She was at a fruit stand, still weak and recovering from her injuries. Dressed in a ragged robe, she had just picked up a discarded, half-rotten apple.
At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed in white, with a goatee, approached from the end of the street.
Yan Xiyi.
The former Sect Leader of the Duxian Sect.
—
“You don’t have to worry about me. I can go without food for two days,” An Lan had said sternly, brushing him off when he invited her to eat at a restaurant.
But Yan Xiyi only grew more anxious.
No need to eat?
To him, it sounded like she would starve within two days!
—
“No.”
Yan Xiyi became adamant.
No matter what she said—even if she claimed to be a Heavenly Lord—he dragged her back to the Duxian Sect.
“Help me!”
But there was no one for her to call for help.
—
Weak and unable to escape, An Lan found herself repeatedly caught and returned to the sect. Frustrated and helpless, she eventually gave up trying to run away.
Yan Xiyi, seeing her settle in, finally felt at ease.
An Lan, however, was anything but.
—
The old man was bad enough. Then came his daughter.
Six-year-old Yan Yue made her debut.
Barely tall enough to reach An Lan’s waist, the little girl trailed behind her daily, pleading in a coaxing voice:
“Wait for me!”
“Sister An!”
“Let’s play ‘Ride the Horse’!”
“Let’s play ‘Hold You Up High’!”
Enough!
An Lan struggled to suppress her anger.
She was an Immortal Heavenly Lord! She had no time to babysit a child.
No. Absolutely not.
“You want to ride me? I want to ride you!”
—
For Yan Xiyi’s sake, An Lan refrained from beating Yan Yue. But when her patience ran thin, she resorted to hanging the girl up in frustration.
Later, she noticed Yan Yue crying in secret.
—
She sighed.
After all, Yan Yue was the daughter of the man who had shown her kindness.
Reluctantly, An Lan decided to find a playmate for the child.
—
At first, she planned to capture a cute demonic beast, perhaps a rabbit or white fox. But while wandering the wilderness, she stumbled upon the Blood Tree Patriarch being attacked by ferocious beasts.
—
“A moving tree should be more interesting…”
An Lan’s priorities shifted.
Cuteness? Could cuteness feed a child?
With a decisive blow, she defeated the ferocious beasts.
The Blood Tree Patriarch, gaping in disbelief, could only curse as An Lan toppled him.
“What are you shouting for? Isn’t it better to stop working so hard?”
The argument seemed sound enough. The Blood Tree Patriarch grudgingly accepted his fate and joined the Duxian Sect.
—
But even with the Blood Tree Patriarch as a companion, Yan Yue remained insatiable. Whenever she had free time, she would still cling to An Lan.
—
For decades, this routine persisted—until a fight between them finally gave An Lan the peace she had long sought.
But peace, as she well knew, was always fleeting.
—
Now, An Lan waited patiently as Bai Lian finally broke the silence.
“I don’t know much,” Bai Lian admitted, “but the deepest impression I have is of the Heavenly Lord defeating the Xianyuan Emperor.”
—
Bai Lian wasn’t lying.
She couldn’t take everything from the game at face value.
