Great Dao Lord through Deducing Myriad Arts

Step 1: Contextual Analysis

Literary genre: This appears to be a Chinese cultivation/martial arts web novel (xianxia/wuxia).

Language style: The language is colloquial and conversational, with dialogue between characters taking up a significant portion. There are some martial arts-specific terminology and references to cultivation practices.

Tone: The tone varies - sometimes humorous, sometimes serious. There’s a blend of action, introspection, and character development.

Plot keywords: martial arts training, mysterious past, sect conflict, talent differences, identity rejection

Characters:

- Yang Lian’Er (杨莲儿) - Female, protagonist, formerly known as White Lotus Saintess, now rejects that identity, has martial arts abilities

- Wu Mengchan (武梦婵) - Female, sister of Wu Liangchen, diligent but not as talented in martial arts

- Wu Liangchen (武良辰) - Male, extraordinarily talented martial artist, brother of Wu Mengchan, not present in the scene but referenced

- Wen Yunlong (闻云龙) - Male, nicknamed "Xiaowen", appears to be a subordinate to Yang Lian’Er

- Cai Hui (蔡辉) - Male, Hall Master from the Heartless Dao sect

- Aunt Fan (樊姨) - Not present but mentioned as someone who saved Yang Lian’Er

- Zhu Wan’Er (祝婉儿) - Female, only mentioned, apparently has feelings for Wu Liangchen

Step 2: Integrated Translation and Polishing

Let me translate the text while applying all the required guidelines:

The scene takes place in a small courtyard where Yang Lian’Er and Wu Mengchan are practicing martial arts. Despite being exhausted, they continue training. There’s discussion about the difference in talent between Wu Mengchan and her brother Wu Liangchen, who seems to have extraordinary martial abilities.

Later, they are interrupted by Wen Yunlong (Xiaowen) who brings people from the Heartless Dao sect looking for Yang Lian’Er. She angrily rejects them, declaring that the White Lotus Saintess is dead and threatens them. She slaps Cai Hui when he persists, and orders Xiaowen to throw them out and keep them under surveillance.

The Chapter ends with a scene transition showing Wu Liangchen on a road from Yunmeng County to Jing’an County, sneezing (implying someone is talking about him).

Now let me translate the text paragraph by paragraph, following the guidelines:

In the small courtyard, Yang Lian’Er was practicing martial arts.

Given her previous personality, she would have been lying in bed contentedly reading a novel by now.

But now she continued training despite being drenched in sweat.

Wu Mengchan was practicing alongside her.

Since joining the sect, Mengchan had become almost addicted to stance training, finding time to practice whenever possible.

Yet despite such diligent practice, Mengchan’s progress remained slow, which surprised Lian’Er who had initially thought she would have the same extraordinary talent as her brother.

"So all the talent in the Wu family was monopolized by your brother, huh?"

Mengchan could only respond with a helpless smile, but her good quality was that she always faced reality. She quickly abandoned unrealistic fantasies and focused on practical training.

So even though she still lingered at the threshold of entry level, her physical condition had improved significantly compared to before.

Finally, when their scheduled daily training time ended, Lian’Er collapsed on the ground, her clothes soaked with sweat, revealing the graceful curves beneath.

Mengchan was in somewhat better shape, but still sweating profusely as she quickly grabbed the prepared tea and began drinking.

"Mengchan, quick, give me a sip!"

Lian’Er lay on the ground, unwilling to move. Even when Mengchan brought the teapot over, she didn’t sit up but simply opened her mouth.

"Here, pour it directly into my mouth!"

In the end, Mengchan found this too undignified and helped her sit up. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

After guzzling down a pot of cold tea with loud GULP GULP sounds, Lian’Er finally let out a long breath.

"Damn, I really don’t know how your brother trains. The harder I push myself, the bigger the gap between me and him seems to get."

"Can natural talent really differ this much between people?"

As she spoke, Lian’Er’s face was filled with despair.

After all, she had experienced it firsthand—even if she did nothing but train all day, it would still be impossible to reach Liangchen’s current level within a year.

Moreover, when Liangchen first encountered martial arts, he had been an ordinary person without any foundation.

The difference was truly disheartening to even think about.

Mengchan had no response. In fact, she sometimes wondered herself—although her parents died early and she had little impression of them, judging from their family circumstances, they couldn’t have been hidden martial arts masters, just ordinary people.

The only special thing might have been that her father was apparently very handsome, as neighbors in the compound often mentioned him afterward.

But when he died, Mengchan was still in swaddling clothes, so she had no memory of him.

It was puzzling how such a family could produce a brother with such supreme martial talent.

Having finally caught their breath, the two women returned to their rooms to clean up and change into fresh clothes. They were about to eat something when there came a knock at the door.

"Who is it? Can’t a person get any peace at night?" Lian’Er grumbled as she walked into the courtyard.

"Sister Lian, it’s me, Xiaowen!" Wen Yunlong’s voice came from outside.

"Oh, it’s Xiaowen. What are you doing this late?" Lian’Er asked through the door crack without opening it.

"Well, I caught some people on the street today who said they were looking for you..."

"Looking for me? Who’s looking for me?" Lian’Er was puzzled.

"The leader claims to be a Hall Master from the Heartless Dao..."

Heartless Dao...!

Upon hearing these words again, Lian’Er’s eyebrows immediately shot up. She yanked open the courtyard door and said coldly, "Where are they?"

"I’ve brought them over, they’re right there..."

Before Wen Yunlong could finish, Lian’Er stormed past him.

Sure enough.

Deep in the alley, a group of people were being held under guard.

"Who’s the Hall Master?" Lian’Er stood still and asked coldly.

Cai Hui and his companions, initially dejected, immediately became excited when they saw a beautiful woman rush out from the courtyard. They understood this must be Yang Lian’Er and felt a surge of excitement.

Judging by the Saintess’s hurried steps, she clearly still cared about her brothers in the sect.

So when he heard the question, Cai Hui eagerly replied, "It’s me. My name is Cai Hui, Hall Master of the Heartless Dao branch in Huangpu Guard."

"You?" Lian’Er looked him up and down several times, then sneered.

"Has the Heartless Dao fallen so low that even someone who hasn’t reached entry level can become a city’s Hall Master?"

At these words, Cai Hui, who had been excitedly on the verge of tears, immediately held them back. His face flushed red as he stammered, "I... I was personally appointed by the Right Protector."

"I don’t care about any Right Protector or Left Protector. Let me tell you now, the White Lotus Saintess died in Dinghai City. Standing before you is Yang Lian’Er, and if you dare come bothering me again, I’ll kill you all!"

As she finished, Lian’Er fiercely shook her fist, her pretty face filled with murderous intent.

The group who had come full of hope suddenly felt as if they’d fallen into an ice cellar, especially Cai Hui, who said with unconcealed disappointment, "But Saintess, you were raised by our sect after all..."

Before he could finish, Lian’Er had already rushed forward and slapped him across the face.

Lian’Er was now a genuine second-level Martial Artist, so this slap was extremely powerful. It knocked Cai Hui to the ground with blood streaming from his nose and mouth.

Then Lian’Er said menacingly, "Xiaowen!"

"Sister Lian!" Wen Yunlong quickly stepped forward.

"Drive all these people away. If any more of these troublemakers come looking for me in the future, just beat them and throw them out."

"Yes, ma’am!" Wen Yunlong responded, then gave his men a look.

These men surrounded the group with sinister smiles, kicked each of them several times without explanation, then dragged them away.

"Wait a moment!" Lian’Er suddenly called out.

Cai Hui, who had completely lost hope, immediately saw a glimmer of possibility.

But Lian’Er walked up to him, looked down, and said, "I forgot to tell you—I wasn’t raised by the Heartless Dao. My life was saved by Aunt Fan and Xiaowu. So if I ever hear such talk again, the consequences won’t be as simple as this time."

Cai Hui lowered his head, not daring to meet Lian’Er’s eyes, then was forcibly dragged away.

After they left the alley, Lian’Er suddenly said to Wen Yunlong, "Have someone secretly keep an eye on them. If they show any suspicious behavior... kill them!"

Wen Yunlong smiled, "Don’t worry, Sister Lian. I’d keep an eye on these guys even without your orders."

Wen Yunlong left, and Lian’Er returned home, her face still frosty.

Though Mengchan knew what had happened, she didn’t ask questions, only brought Lian’Er a hot towel.

Lian’Er had used too much force with that slap, making her skin red.

"Damn, the more I think about it, the angrier I get!" Lian’Er suddenly burst out, covering her hand with the towel.

Mengchan smiled but said nothing.

Lian’Er sighed slightly, "What do you think your brother would do if he were here? How would he deal with these people?"

"I don’t know!"

"I bet he’d find a way to keep them calm first, extract all their information, and then kill them all."

"Ah, I don’t think so."

"You may be siblings, but you don’t really know your brother. He treats you well, but he’s incredibly harsh with others. Haven’t you noticed that woman from the Zhu family coming here all the time, yet your brother doesn’t even acknowledge her?"

Mengchan tilted her head and thought seriously for a moment, realizing it was true.

Sometimes even she couldn’t bear to watch, thinking how pitifully humble Zhu Wan’Er was, yet her brother remained unmoved.

"So if these people had come for him, they wouldn’t even know how they died."

"Compared to him, I’m still too soft!" Lian’Er sighed deeply, then stroked her face and said resentfully.

"It’s frustrating being a woman. If I had a dick, maybe I wouldn’t be so indecisive!"

Mengchan’s cheeks flushed as she spat, "What nonsense are you talking about? Go to bed already."

"Hehe, I’m just saying. If I were a man, I’d definitely marry you," Lian’Er said with a smile.

"Get lost!"

At the same time, on the official road from Yunmeng County to Jing’an County, Wu Liangchen, who was driving a cart, suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose.

Strange, how could he catch a cold in this weather?