Chapter 5
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Chapter 5: Cultivate Younger Martial Sisters’ Competition Consciousness
My Martial Sisters have a big problem!
While still at the dinner table, Bai Lian warmed up the atmosphere to ensure the younger Martial Sisters didn’t feel embarrassed, all the while contemplating the root cause of the issue.
First, she had to acknowledge that her worries weren’t unfounded.
In the Battle of the Gods, An Lan had five disciples. These five were all textbook examples of the protagonists you’d often find in web novels, with the exception of the villainous “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian” controlled by players.
The traits of these protagonists were brought to life through them:
1. Miserable identity backgrounds.
2. Possessing powerful “Golden Fingers.”
3. Having mocking faces.
4. Invincible to their peers, defeating stronger opponents as easily as breathing.
They were rarely beaten, always securing the top spot in any competition or trial.
5. They had large harems…
Wait, scratch that! The strengths had become flaws, and there’s no place for the fifth characteristic here.
Though the Martial Sisters in the game showed a certain level of attraction to other girls, given that this was an R18 game, they were more often the victims of “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian’s” dominance.
Despite the protagonists’ strength, they couldn’t resist the effects of a potent [secret medicine]. However, even though they frequently suffered under the hands of “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian,” they proved to be exceptionally skilled when dealing with “outsiders.”
Since joining the Qiongming Peak, they had broken all sorts of records in the Duxian sect.
They never lost a single competition or trial. As their cultivation base increased, even major powers like the Sword Washing Pavilion, the Demon Sect of Sand Region, and Heluo Country were regularly overpowered by them.
But now, everything had changed.
Bai Lian tapped the empty bowl with her chopsticks.
The second Martial Sister was stuck in eighth place, and the third Martial Sister could barely cheat her way to the championship thanks to Hong Yi.
“Is this acceptable?”
No, this wasn’t good!
It may seem like a decent result for ordinary people, but these were “protagonists”!
Bai Lian clenched her fist.
She brushed off the distractions from the outside and went straight to the heart of the issue.
It felt soft and warm.
Was it really because the current environment had become too comfortable?
Had the second and third Martial Sisters’ growth slowed down because of this comfort? The so-called “power of growth” relies on “hate”—hate for their backgrounds, hate for being bullied by “Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian,” and hate for the mockery from outsiders.
But now, all these “hatreds” were either weak or nonexistent.
In truth, they hadn’t slacked off in their cultivation, but without the “hatred” that had once fueled them to break through all the injustices they faced, their progress had slowed down.
Bai Lian had noticed something odd some time ago. She even took the two younger Martial Sisters out for a test, but then she got distracted and gradually forgot about it.
“Alas.”
Bai Lian sighed.
She could understand the second and third Martial Sisters’ perspectives. If she had a Saint Elder Martial Sister, she wouldn’t want to work hard either.
Who wouldn’t love to lie back in comfort? How wonderful it would be!
She even considered writing a poem in praise of her Elder Martial Sister—”My Saint Mother!”
Bai Lian shook her head quietly.
From a certain point of view, the transition between the second and third Martial Sisters seemed like a positive thing.
After all, who doesn’t want their daughters to grow up in peace?
But the world wasn’t peaceful.
There was Dark Turmoil, the Immeasurable Disaster, and the Heavenly Lord who had slain An Lan…
In the face of these disasters, survival without strength was nearly impossible.
Bai Lian didn’t want to see her younger Martial Sisters suffer because of their lack of strength.
It felt strange—had she been too gentle with them before?
If she had intentionally distanced herself from them earlier, perhaps the situation wouldn’t have escalated to this point.
“I need to fix this!”
Bai Lian was worried.
The fourth Martial Sister seemed quite stable, so she didn’t need to worry about her for now.
The third Martial Sister… hmm. Hong Yi was her safety net. There was no need to worry about her for a while.
The urgent matter at hand was to get the second Martial Sister back on track and stronger!
How could the future Holy Spirit Goddess become a waste?
After dinner, Xiao Jinse, full from the meal, suddenly asked, “Martial Sister, when will the class begin tonight?”
After deep reflection, she realized her own shortcomings and vowed to do better.
She would work hard and show results to make Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian proud in the next contest.
Su Youwei and Yu Ying perked up in anticipation.
But Bai Lian ruthlessly crushed their hopes, “I’ve decided to suspend tonight’s class for now!”
A wind seemed to stir.
“Huh?”
Even Yu Ying was stunned.
Wasn’t the evening class really good?
Xiao Jinse asked, looking confused, “Why?”
Bai Lian tactfully explained, “For you, the priority should be laying a solid foundation in your cultivation. Without a solid foundation, you won’t benefit much from the night class and may even disrupt your mind.”
Xiao Jinse opened her mouth but couldn’t find a reason to argue.
She couldn’t exactly say, “Elder Martial Sister, I love looking at your feet” to change Bai Lian’s mind.
Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian was so innocent and pure—she must have been disgusted by the impure thoughts in her mind!
Su Youwei raised her hand, asking, “Elder Martial Sister, can we resume the night class once we’ve built a solid foundation?”
Bai Lian nodded, “Exactly.”
“How do we build a solid foundation?”
“At least until you’ve reached the Nascent Soul Stage.”
“…”
Su Youwei’s expression darkened.
It felt so far off.
By then, she might have forgotten the taste of Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian’s feet.
But she had no choice.
The dinner ended with a cloud of disappointment hanging over everyone.
The only one truly pleased was An Lan, who had been lurking outside the window after teaching Ling Xuan.
Yes!
She’d never liked the evening lectures.
How immoral they were!
The worst part was that Bai Lian hadn’t even invited her, the leader of Qiongming Peak, to join in.
Were they planning something under my nose?
Thankfully, Bai Lian had finally realized the mistake today and canceled the evening class.
Not bad.
Tonight, Qiongming Peak was suddenly much brighter.
Bai Lian decided not to continue walking down the path of misleading others.
The anger in An Lan’s heart had been reduced by more than half. She swore she wouldn’t secretly hang Bai Lian up and beat her while she slept.
Hum hum.
She slowly walked toward her cave, taking her time.
“You’re much shallower than I am!”
…
Later that night, Bai Lian thought deeply.
She needed someone experienced to teach her younger Martial Sisters how to cultivate.
An Lan was quickly ruled out—not because Bai Lian wanted to overshadow her, but because she simply didn’t trust An Lan’s teaching methods.
“Maybe I should ask the sect leader?”
Bai Lian shook her head. She wasn’t very familiar with the sect leader.
After a few more considerations, one name stood out—”Yan Yue.”
The Zhuyan Peak under Master Yan Yue’s leadership wasn’t thriving, but it was far better than the stagnation at Qiongming Peak.
“That’s it!”
Bai Lian was determined.
After all, Master Yan Yue had cultivated for hundreds of years—she had to possess some real skills.
She left that night and soon arrived at Zhuyan Peak.
When the disciples of Zhuyan Peak saw her, they greeted her warmly, but no one stopped her.
Soon, Bai Lian found Yan Yue playing the lyre beside the Blood Tree Patriarch.
Without wasting time, she asked Yan Yue how she trained her disciples.
Yan Yue simply said, “It’s simple. Just scold them, and that’s it!”
Bai Lian felt a pang of regret.
She actually thought Yan Yue was a step above An Lan. What a sin!
“Don’t listen to her!” the Blood Tree Patriarch quickly intervened, “She doesn’t care about anything. I handle all the affairs of Zhuyan Peak.”
Bai Lian sighed inwardly.
She was becoming familiar with this dynamic.
Yan Yue glared at the Blood Tree Patriarch, but the Patriarch seemed unfazed.
It continued, “It’s not difficult. The key is how you inspire a sense of competition among your disciples, focusing on both rewards and punishments.”
Bai Lian’s eyes widened.
Did that mean she should find ways to trigger her younger Martial Sisters’ competitive drive?
She understood this well.
In the game, Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian often played on the younger Martial Sisters’ “weaknesses.”
Master, I understand now. I’ll get to work right away!
