Great Dao Lord through Deducing Myriad Arts

Let me start by analyzing the provided source text:

[Step 1: Contextual Analysis]

Literary genre: Chinese wuxia/xianxia web novel (martial arts fantasy)

Language style: Colloquial with martial arts/jianghu terminology and some "black talk" (slang/code) 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Tone: Serious, with elements of tension and conflict

Plot keywords: Martial artists, journey, confrontation, mountain bandits/scouts, information gathering, reputation

Characters:

- Wu Liangchen (武良辰): Male protagonist, powerful martial artist with growing reputation

- Bai family father and daughter: Traveling companions of Wu Liangchen

- Erya (二丫): Female, the daughter of the Bai family

- Mountain men/bandits: A group of men from Cyan Cloud Mountain on some secretive mission

Now I’ll move on to the translation while following all the provided guidelines:

[Step 2: Integrated Translation and Polishing]

This is a Chapter about Wu Liangchen traveling with the Bai family father and daughter. They stop at a rural inn/eatery to rest during hot weather. While eating, a group of suspicious men enter. One of them makes inappropriate comments about Erya, which causes Wu Liangchen to strike him, breaking his teeth. A confrontation ensues, and Wu Liangchen reveals his identity, which frightens the men as he has a fearsome reputation. He then demands information about their activities and plans.

I notice several martial arts terms that need to be carefully translated according to the glossary. I’ll pay special attention to terms like "武者" (Martial Artist), proper names like "百里青云山" (Cyan Cloud Mountain), and location names like "定海卫" (Dinghai City).

Let me translate the text line by line while following the rules:

After the start of summer, the weather grew hotter with each passing day.

It was just past ten in the morning, and the sun was already scorching the barren official road, making it shimmer with heat.

Humans could still tolerate this weather, but the draft animals pulling the carts were struggling. The heat made them constantly swish their tails as they trudged forward with drooping heads.

The weather in and around Dinghai City was just like this—blazing hot in summer, bitterly cold in winter, with spring and autumn essentially nonexistent.

"Let’s find a place to rest soon. We’ll continue our journey in the afternoon when the sun isn’t so harsh," Wu Liangchen said.

The Bai family father and daughter had no objections.

They continued a bit further down the road until they came upon a village.

Because it wasn’t far from Dinghai City and was right beside the official road, this village was quite prosperous, with several teahouses and eateries.

Wu Liangchen parked the carriage under the shade of a tree in front of one of these eateries.

Small establishments like this naturally couldn’t afford to hire staff. Usually, the owner served as the main cook, with his wife and children helping around the shop.

When Wu Liangchen led the Bai family into the eatery, he found that although it was small, it was built within a grove of trees and kept very clean, giving it a tranquil atmosphere.

Cool breezes flowed through the establishment, instantly relieving the summer heat.

"What would you like to order, honored guests?" A rural woman approached them with enthusiastic hospitality.

"What do you have?" Wu Liangchen asked.

"We have cold mung bean soup, a fat lamb slaughtered just yesterday, and some home-style dishes like pickled eggs, eggplant, and chili peppers," the rural woman replied.

"First, bring three bowls of mung bean soup to cool us down, then three pounds of lamb, ten pickled eggs, two vegetable dishes, and two pounds of flatbread."

The items Wu Liangchen ordered made him a big customer for this small rural eatery, so the woman smiled broadly and said, "Right away! Please wait a moment!"

Soon after, three bowls of icy mung bean soup were brought to their table.

One sip sent coolness spreading through their bodies, bringing great relief.

Next, the lamb was served. People in Dinghai City loved lamb, especially the grassland sheep imported from beyond the border.

This type of lamb had the perfect balance of fat and lean, without any gamey smell.

Unfortunately, since the situation had deteriorated over the past half year, the trade routes from beyond the border to Dinghai City had been cut off.

Unless one could afford an extremely high price, ordinary people simply couldn’t taste authentic grassland lamb anymore.

Small rural eateries like this certainly couldn’t offer it—they used local village sheep. Still, after being simmered in rich broth overnight, the flavor was quite good.

As the three were eating slowly, the sound of hoofbeats suddenly came from outside. Then the curtain was pushed aside, and several sweaty men walked in.

Wu Liangchen’s position faced the entrance directly, so he immediately saw these men. His gaze subtly sharpened.

These men were clearly not ordinary travelers. Especially the leader, who walked with steady steps and had bright, piercing eyes—obviously a Martial Artist who had reached a certain realm.

But that wasn’t the most important thing.

What struck Wu Liangchen most was that these men’s hair looked different from normal people’s—too flat against their heads, as if they frequently wore hats or headbands.

Seeing this, Wu Liangchen’s mind stirred, though he didn’t show it, and continued eating with his head down.

Meanwhile, the group of men found a table to sit at and loudly called for the proprietress to bring wine and food.

The rural woman didn’t dare delay and spun around like a top to serve them.

Soon, wine and dishes were served, and the men began eating and drinking heartily.

The wine sold in rural eateries certainly wasn’t high-class—it was homemade corn liquor with a strong kick.

After one bowl, the men became noticeably more talkative.

"Brother, we’ve been riding all day and haven’t seen a single cop. Looks like this job can be done."

These words might have meant nothing to ordinary people, but Wu Liangchen understood immediately.

The man was speaking in jianghu code, saying that they had been riding all day without seeing any officials, so their business could proceed.

This confirmed Wu Liangchen’s earlier suspicion.

These men were definitely not ordinary merchants—they were very likely scouts from Cyan Cloud Mountain.

While Wu Liangchen was speculating, the men suddenly started snickering, and one of them said:

"That little lady is quite the looker. Wouldn’t mind spending a night with her."

As he spoke, his eyes kept darting toward Erya, his face full of lecherous smiles.

He was speaking in code again, saying the young woman was beautiful and it would be wonderful to sleep with her.

He dared to speak this way because his group outnumbered the others, who seemed to be just an old man and some youngsters, so he acted without restraint.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, a white flash suddenly shot across the room and struck him in the mouth.

After a cry of pain, the white flash shattered—it was a crude ceramic cup.

Looking at the man who had spoken, his mouth was now a bloody mess, all his teeth shattered, blood streaming down.

The rest of the men jumped to their feet and drew the sabers from their waists, glaring angrily at Wu Liangchen.

Wu Liangchen remained unmoved, just coldly staring at the group. An atmosphere of deadly tension immediately enveloped the small eatery.

The rural woman was trembling with fear. She wanted to intervene but didn’t dare, so she could only hide at a distance, watching in terror.

The leader carefully examined Wu Liangchen, then slowly said:

"I underestimated you. I never expected to find such a formidable character in this tiny eatery. However, aren’t you being too harsh? My brother just made an offhand comment, and you’ve knocked out all his teeth. Isn’t that a bit excessive?"

Wu Liangchen smiled. "Since when did people from Cyan Cloud Mountain become so fond of reasoning?"

When their identity was exposed so bluntly, the men’s expressions immediately grew serious.

As for the proprietress, she was so frightened that she abandoned her shop and fled immediately.

Nowadays, Cyan Cloud Mountain’s reputation in Dinghai City and several surrounding prefectures had grown so fearsome that it was used to scare crying children.

Truly, people were terrified at the mere mention of their name.

This had led these small-time thugs to develop an arrogant, domineering attitude.

After all, even renowned masters of martial arts would back off three steps upon hearing the name Cyan Cloud Mountain to avoid trouble, let alone ordinary people.

But to their surprise, this young man before them showed no concern whatsoever. Moreover, his mountain-like steadiness made these men uncertain about what to do, which was why they hadn’t attacked yet.

The leader stared intently at Wu Liangchen, then said coldly, "Since you know our identity, why do you still dare to strike us?"

"Why would knowing your identity prevent me from striking?" Wu Liangchen replied calmly.

The atmosphere instantly became even more tense.

After hesitating for a moment, the leader suddenly snorted coldly, then cupped his fist in salute.

"Fine. If that’s how it is, the mountains don’t change and the waters flow forever—we’ll meet again."

Having said this, he prepared to leave with his men.

But just as he took a step, a white flash suddenly shot out, grazing his cheek as it flew past.

THUD!

The opposite wall was struck with such force that a large hole appeared, yet the white projectile continued unabated, finally stopping only after breaking a small tree as thick as a bowl.

This strike terrified the men, especially the one whose teeth had been shattered earlier. He was now trembling all over.

Because if he had been hit by such a projectile, he would have lost not just his teeth, but his head.

The leader’s expression changed dramatically.

From this one move alone, he knew that this young man’s strength was at least at the second realm or above, and he inwardly cursed his bad luck.

’Damn it.’

Weren’t masters of the second realm supposed to be rare in the jianghu? How was he so unlucky today to run into one?

But it was too late for regrets now. He could only stop in his tracks and say in an extremely grave tone:

"What does this mean?"

"Wanting to leave before things are settled? Nothing in this world comes so easily," Wu Liangchen said calmly, while his fingers danced, making a smooth pebble appear and disappear between them so rapidly it was dizzying.

The leader’s face instantly turned extremely ugly, but with the situation against him, he had no choice but to yield. He spoke harshly:

"You! Kneel down and apologize!"

As he spoke, he kicked the back of the knees of the man who had made the inappropriate comments earlier.

With a thud, that man fell to his knees, not daring to raise his head.

Wu Liangchen didn’t even glance at him, instead looking playfully at the leader.

"You know that’s not what I want!"

The man trembled violently, then stepped back, took a deep breath, and said, "Who exactly are you? Do you truly not fear retribution from my Cyan Cloud Mountain?"

"My name is Wu Liangchen. You should have heard of it."

Hearing this, all the men shuddered, and expressions of terror appeared on their faces.

If one were to ask whose name carried the most weight in Great Yan’s jianghu recently, it would undoubtedly be this legendary figure from Dinghai City, Wu Liangchen.

A year ago, he was just pulling carts, but a year later, he had made a great name for himself in the jianghu and had even killed the pride of the Capital’s Xiao family. The story was indeed legendary.

But hadn’t this Master Wu gone to the Huangpu Guard? How did he suddenly appear in a small eatery outside Dinghai City?

The leader’s expression became increasingly unsettled, but he dared not harbor any more ill intentions.

Because he knew this man showed deference to no one and was genuinely willing to kill.

"So it’s Master Wu before us. We’ve been blind not to recognize Mount Tai. But may I ask what exactly you want us to do?"

"It’s very simple. Tell me the purpose of your patrol and lookout mission, and explain what Cyan Cloud Mountain is planning these days. After that, you can leave."

If his initial attack was to defend Erya’s honor, Wu Liangchen was now preventing these men from leaving because he wanted to gather information.

Upon hearing Wu Liangchen’s question, the small leader immediately became nervous. "This..."