Great Dao Lord through Deducing Myriad Arts

Let’s analyze the text:

[Step 1: Contextual Analysis]

Literary genre: This appears to be a Chinese web novel with elements of martial arts/wuxia or historical fantasy, given the mentions of martial artists, street scenes in what seems to be a historical setting, and theater performances.

Language style: Conversational narrative with detailed descriptions of daily life and society. Contains dialogue and inner thoughts.

Tone: Observational, somewhat cynical/realistic in its portrayal of social inequalities.

Plot keywords: Rickshaw puller, opera performance, martial artists, theater, street life, social hierarchy

Characters:

- Wu Liangchen (武良辰): Male protagonist, works as a rickshaw puller

- Xiaowu (小武): Seems to be an alternative name for Wu Liangchen (based on the final line)

- Yang Xiaolian (杨小莲): Female, a famous opera performer

- Junior Sister Yan (严师妹): Female, likely from a wealthy family (the Yan family), possibly a martial artist

- Young Master Yan (严公子): Male, one of the "four young masters" of Dinghai City, interested in Yang Xiaolian

Let’s proceed with the translation while following all the rules:

[Step 2: Integrated Translation and Polishing]

Starting the translation paragraph by paragraph:

"Hmm." Junior Sister Yan grunted through her nose, barely acknowledging him.

The man wasn’t bothered at all and continued his enthusiastic greeting.

Even as Wu Liangchen walked away, he could still hear those skin-crawling flatteries coming from behind.

He chuckled to himself, suddenly realizing...

So-called Martial Artists were really nothing special after all.

Last night this same man had been ruthlessly decisive when beheading someone in the forest, but now, faced with a woman, wasn’t he just being a pathetic bootlicker?

In the afternoon, Wu Liangchen made two short trips, earned a few copper coins, and then found a place to rest.

He didn’t come back out until early evening.

This was typically the busiest time of day, so no rickshaw puller would miss this opportunity.

Especially in front of the major restaurants, where rickshaws lined up in droves.

All waiting for customers who had finished their meals.

Wu Liangchen didn’t go to those places, though. Instead, he picked up a few odd jobs, and when it was around seven or eight in the evening, he finally headed to his destination for the night.

The West Garden Theater.

The largest and most luxurious theater in Dinghai City, with famous actors performing daily. Recently, it had been featuring the renowned female lead Yang Xiaolian, whose popularity had spread far and wide, making the theater packed every night.

By the time Wu Liangchen arrived at the theater, the main road outside was completely congested.

Carriages of wealthy families formed a long line, with drivers standing at the front of their vehicles, cursing endlessly.

Small vendors selling candies and snacks weaved through the crowd, nimbly avoiding the patrolling officers.

And along the roadside, a row of rickshaws waited for customers.

Nobody was stupid—they all knew that the West Garden Theater was the place to find well-paying customers in the evening, so everyone had gathered here to wait.

Wu Liangchen found an empty spot at the back and sat down by the roadside to rest.

At busy spots like this, rickshaw pullers had to queue in order, a rule they’d established over many years.

Otherwise, if everyone rushed forward at once, not only would they fail to get customers, but fights would likely break out.

Though the queue was long, the high turnover meant there was no shortage of work.

Soon enough, Wu Liangchen moved to the front of the line.

But when he was still about a hundred meters from the West Garden Theater, a street patrol officer approached him.

"Street ticket!"

This was the rule at major venues—to pick up customers, you needed to buy a street ticket first, or you wouldn’t even qualify to take passengers.

Wu Liangchen didn’t argue and spent ten copper coins to buy a ticket.

The officer tore off a numbered paper slip and tossed it to him, then said coldly, "Wait your turn."

With that, he moved on to the next rickshaw.

Wu Liangchen picked up the so-called street ticket, feeling somewhat emotional.

In this world, making money was harder than climbing to heaven.

Anywhere there was a chance to make a living, countless hands would reach out to take their cut.

And people at the bottom had no chance to resist—they could only be slaughtered like sheep.

When it was finally his turn, Wu Liangchen got a job to pick up a distinguished guest from West City.

Time was tight, as the performance would begin in less than half an hour.

Wu Liangchen quickened his pace, jogging all the way to West City. After picking up the customer, he managed to arrive safely at the theater just in time.

The distinguished guest was quite pleased and generously rewarded Wu Liangchen with a handful of copper coins.

"Thank you, sir!"

After receiving the money, Wu Liangchen turned around and went back to queue.

When he had a moment to count, he discovered he’d earned a full thirty copper coins from this single trip.

That was even more than he’d make in a full day delivering vegetables at the market.

Wu Liangchen calculated how he might get another fare when the show ended, so he decided not to return the rickshaw yet. At worst, he’d have to pay a bit more for the rental fee.

As for home, he’d already told his sister not to wait for him for dinner when he left that morning.

Thinking about this, Wu Liangchen sat by the roadside, took out two flatbread stuffed buns he’d bought in the evening, purchased a cup of tea from a vendor, and slowly began to eat and drink.

At that moment, the resonant sound of gongs and drums came from the theater, signaling the start of the performance.

The street had quieted down considerably, as those with money had gone inside to watch the show, leaving mostly rickshaw pullers waiting for the end.

The opera in this world was quite similar to that of the Blue Star. Wu Liangchen wasn’t particularly interested in it.

But the waiting rickshaw pullers all had excited expressions on their faces.

One puller in his thirties first took out his wine gourd, gulped down a couple of mouthfuls, and then said with a look of longing:

"They say this Yang Xiaolian not only sings beautifully but is also incredibly beautiful. I wonder when we’ll have the fortune to go inside and watch her perform."

A nearby puller snorted dismissively. "Come on, with your circumstances, forget about it. A single ticket costs nearly fifty copper coins—could you really afford that?"

"I can’t, but can’t a man dream?"

"Shut up, shut up, she’s about to come on stage. Let’s focus on the music," someone called out.

Immediately, all the pullers fell silent.

Sure enough, cheers and applause erupted from inside the theater, one wave higher than the next, followed by an intense drumroll.

Suddenly.

A high, clear operatic voice rang out, distinctly audible even from such a distance.

"Bravo!" These rickshaw pullers listening outside couldn’t help but applaud in admiration, not to mention those inside the theater.

The cheers inside seemed loud enough to lift the roof off.

Wu Liangchen didn’t care much for opera, but this voice truly shocked him.

In a world without amplifiers, to project such a powerful voice using only one’s natural abilities—this performer’s skill was truly extraordinary.

The following sounds were softer, and since they were quite far away, only vague outlines could be heard.

Even so, when the segment ended, these rickshaw pullers sighed with satisfaction.

"What an amazing performer!"

"No wonder she became famous throughout Dinghai City at just seventeen or eighteen years old. Her singing is truly remarkable."

"It’s a shame we can’t see her in person!"

"Hey, I heard that Young Master Yan, one of Dinghai City’s four great young masters, comes to the theater every day now. Some even say he’s declared his intention to win over Yang Xiaolian," someone said in a low voice.

This statement brought a moment of silence among the pullers. After a while, someone sighed.

"What can we do about it? We can only hope Yang Xiaolian will continue performing for a while longer."

Wu Liangchen hadn’t spoken the entire time, but when he heard about Young Master Yan, his mind stirred as he recalled the woman he’d seen at the Long Wind Martial Arts Hall today.

She was also surnamed Yan and seemed to come from a good family. Could she be from the Yan family?

That must be it; otherwise, that man wouldn’t have been so fawning.

The cheers from inside the theater barely ceased after that. Wu Liangchen thought these audience members would probably be more exhausted than the performers by the end of the show.

Finally, around ten o’clock, the performance ended.

The flood of people exiting stimulated the rickshaw pullers, whose eyes lit up as they rushed forward to get customers.

Despite the queuing rule, some inevitably broke it at such times, quickly turning the entrance into chaos.

Wu Liangchen wasn’t in a hurry and waited at a distance.

Sure enough, moments later, several patrol officers charged into the crowd of rickshaw pullers, whips raised, and began lashing out wildly.

These men were brutal, aiming directly for the pullers’ faces.

After several screams of pain, a few rickshaw pullers retreated with bloody faces.

But Wu Liangchen clearly saw that these officers were mostly beating those who had been waiting in line properly, while ignoring those who had cut in line and caused the disorder.

No wonder some dared to cut in line—they must have paid bribes in advance.

Wu Liangchen naturally wouldn’t rush forward to get beaten. He waited from a distance until the crowd gradually dispersed before joining the queue.

By the time it was his turn, it was almost eleven at night.

The previously bustling street had quieted, with only a few customers remaining.

Just then, two more people emerged from the theater—one tall and one short.

The tall one was a burly woman, and walking in front of her was a woman with a veiled face.

Though her face couldn’t be seen clearly, her faintly visible figure revealed that she was definitely a beauty.

As the two came out, the burly woman said softly, "Miss, I’ll call for a carriage!"

"Don’t bother. There are so many rickshaws in front of the door—let’s just take one of them."

Her voice was as crisp as jade striking ice, captivating to hear.

If any opera fans had been nearby, they would have been shocked to hear this voice.

Because it belonged to none other than the performer who had been on stage tonight.

"But..." The burly woman hesitated.

At that moment, the veiled woman spotted Wu Liangchen waiting for customers not far away. Her eyes lit up, and she walked directly down the steps toward him.

"Where would you like to go, miss?" Wu Liangchen didn’t recognize her, but could tell from her demeanor and clothing that she was no ordinary person, so he stood up and asked.

The woman carefully examined Wu Liangchen for a moment, then smiled.

"It’s been a while, Xiaowu!"