Great Dao Lord through Deducing Myriad Arts

Let me analyze the Chinese source text first to build contextual understanding.

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

Language style: The language is relatively straightforward, with some specialized terminology related to cultivation and martial arts. The narration is in past tense with present tense dialogue.

Tone: The tone is light but with elements of intrigue and adventure. There’s a mix of everyday life scenes and hints of the protagonist’s development in martial arts.

Plot keywords: cultivation, theater performance, cultivation technique practice, food scene, martial arts, secret plans

Characters:

- 武良辰 (Wu Liangchen) - Male protagonist, seems to be a carriage driver learning martial arts

- 杨莲儿 (Yang Lian’Er) - Female, appears to be a famous performer/actress at the West Garden theater

- 樊姨 (Aunt Fan) - Female, possibly a mentor or older figure related to Yang Lian’Er

- 杨虎 (Yang Hu) - Male, boss of a carriage service called Five Blessings Hall, seems to be antagonistic to the protagonist

- 严公子 (Young Master Yan) - Male, wealthy patron at the theater, one of the "Four Young Masters of Dinghai City"

- 王管事 (Steward Wang) - Male, appears to be a manager at the theater

Now I’ll translate and polish the text according to the guidelines:

### TRANSLATION:

At this thought, Steward Wang shuddered and quickly stopped himself from thinking further, silently warning himself never to let this matter slip out.

Yang Lian’Er was now the West Garden theater’s undisputed money tree, and Young Master Yan was someone he absolutely couldn’t afford to offend.

So Steward Wang very wisely chose to play dumb.

In the backstage area of the West Garden theater, in a dressing room reserved exclusively for Yang Lian’Er, Wu Liangchen leaned against the wall in boredom, watching as Aunt Fan applied stage makeup to Yang Lian’Er.

As he watched, however, Liangchen began to notice something interesting.

Most people apply makeup to enhance their appearance, especially performers who wear heavy makeup—as long as a person isn’t too unattractive to begin with, the makeup generally makes them look better.

But Yang Lian’Er was different.

Her natural beauty was so extraordinary that makeup, which would be an enhancement for ordinary people, actually had the opposite effect on her.

Even so, once the makeup was complete, Yang Lian’Er remained breathtakingly beautiful.

"Well, how do I look?" Yang Lian’Er winked at Wu Liangchen.

"Not bad."

"Hmph, ’not bad’ is all you ever say. Let’s go, time to get on stage."

With that, Yang Lian’Er strode toward the stage.

Moments later, the sound of gongs and drums rang out, followed by thunderous applause that could have blown the roof off.

Wu Liangchen grew curious, so he approached the curtain and opened a small gap to peek through.

The first thing he saw was the audience packed tightly in their seats.

There were people of all ages, and regardless of gender, every face was transfixed on the stage.

Looking at the stage, he saw Yang Lian’Er moving with fluid grace. Her singing was at times passionate and stirring, at times delicately intricate, perfectly conveying a woman’s bitter grievances and tangled emotions.

Even though Wu Liangchen wasn’t fond of theater performances, he couldn’t help being drawn into the story.

When the first act concluded, the audience erupted in thunderous applause once again.

Some began throwing money onto the stage—silver coins and copper pieces were commonplace.

Wu Liangchen witnessed a tall man with a somewhat sinister expression sitting in the front row actually tossing gold ingots onto the stage.

Each gold ingot weighed about half an ounce, but with gold being so precious in Great Yan, a single ingot was enough to comfortably feed and clothe a family of three for two whole months.

Judging by the man’s extravagance, could this be the one called Young Master Yan, reputed to be one of the four great young masters of Dinghai City?

From this distance, Wu Liangchen couldn’t determine if the man possessed any Cultivation, but given his background, his abilities must be formidable.

This made Wu Liangchen all the more curious about Yang Lian’Er.

With someone like Young Master Yan around, if Yang Lian’Er didn’t have some powerful backing, she likely would have been devoured whole long before becoming famous throughout Dinghai City.

Unless there was something about her that made him wary.

But Wu Liangchen quickly dismissed this curiosity.

Whatever background Yang Lian’Er had was none of his business.

His only goal now was to quickly accumulate enough Life Fire to master the Mixed Origin Stance technique.

Yet just as Wu Liangchen was about to close the curtain, his peripheral vision caught a familiar figure.

The man was seated in the third row on the left side, wearing refined clothes and stone-rimmed glasses that gave him the appearance of a scholarly elder.

But Wu Liangchen recognized him instantly.

Yang Hu.

The owner of the Five Blessings Hall carriage service, who normally lorded over the drivers like a smiling tiger, now sat reverently in his seat. His eyes remained fixed on the stage without blinking, his expressions changing with the performance—now excited, now saddened.

Wu Liangchen narrowed his eyes.

As expected, this smiling tiger was one of Yang Lian’Er’s devoted fans.

But the problem wasn’t his admiration—why had he dragged Wu Liangchen into this?

To secretly arrange for someone to attack him was truly despicable and deserving of death!

Wu Liangchen silently pondered how to deal with this smiling tiger in the future. Just then, another act concluded, and the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

Yang Lian’Er paused.

According to theater rules, after performing two acts, a star actor could rest briefly on stage.

This was a privilege reserved for famous performers.

Wu Liangchen closed the curtain and found a place to rest his eyes for a moment.

Late that night, the day’s performances finally ended. After returning backstage, Yang Lian’Er removed her makeup as quickly as possible.

"Let’s go!"

With that, she hurried toward the back exit.

This time they didn’t use the back door, as the theater fans knew performers would leave that way after the show and were waiting there.

Wu Liangchen simply brought the carriage to the side entrance, and when no one was paying attention, signaled for Yang Lian’Er to quickly board.

Then Wu Liangchen took off running, and the three of them left the West Garden theater like thieves fleeing the scene.

After they had gotten far away, Yang Lian’Er burst into laughter.

"Well done! You’re quite clever. I didn’t hire you for nothing."

Wu Liangchen: "..."

"We’re done for the day, come on, I’ll treat you to something delicious."

This time Wu Liangchen didn’t refuse.

He would need to eat something when he got home anyway, and now that this wealthy Yang Lian’Er was offering to treat, he naturally wouldn’t turn it down.

West City, Fujude.

This renowned restaurant in Dinghai City was one Wu Liangchen had only passed by before but never entered.

Now, thanks to Yang Lian’Er, he finally visited this establishment that claimed to be the finest restaurant in the world.

Despite the late hour, Fujude remained bustling with activity.

Yang Lian’Er clearly had special connections, as they were immediately escorted to a private room on the third floor.

Soon, various dishes were served, with the main course being roast duck.

The master chef skillfully carved the duck while introducing today’s specialty.

"As soon as I heard Miss Lian was coming, I personally selected a duck from the back when dusk fell. This is a genuine canal-raised duck with white skin and tender meat. It was slowly roasted over a gentle fire for more than two hours and is perfectly done now. Please, try it!"

Yang Lian’Er didn’t pick up her chopsticks but instead glanced at Wu Liangchen.

Wu Liangchen certainly wouldn’t stand on ceremony. He picked up a freshly made lotus leaf pancake, spread it out, dipped green onion strips in sweet bean sauce and lightly brushed a thin layer on the pancake, added cucumber strips, and finally placed several large pieces of duck meat with skin on top before rolling it up and putting it straight into his mouth.

Taking a bite, the roasted duck fat melted in his mouth, mingling with the sweet bean sauce, green onions, and cucumber strips—so delicious he could almost swallow his tongue.

"Excellent!" Wu Liangchen praised, giving a thumbs-up.

The master chef was delighted. "I can see you’re a connoisseur who appreciates fine food."

Yang Lian’Er also looked at Wu Liangchen with considerable surprise.

She had expected to see him make a fool of himself, but to her surprise, Wu Liangchen was quite adept at eating roast duck.

This young carriage driver was becoming more and more interesting.

The meal didn’t last long, just over half an hour before they finished.

But Wu Liangchen’s performance was nonetheless impressive—he single-handedly devoured two ducks plus a bowl of duck bone soup.

「Life Fire +0.5 strands」

Seeing this notification, Wu Liangchen felt content. At this rate, he would accumulate enough Life Fire for his technique advancement in less than two days.

Yang Lian’Er sat nearby, watching with a smile, and even had the leftovers packed up for Wu Liangchen to take home.

After escorting Yang Lian’Er back and returning to his own home, it was already past midnight.

His sister was already asleep. Wu Liangchen noticed she had eaten dinner, so he didn’t wake her.

After tidying up briefly, Wu Liangchen once again went outside to practice the Five Animals Fist.

After completing the set, instead of going back inside, he carefully pondered the three stance techniques Aunt Fan had taught him earlier that day, then began practicing them again.

Suddenly, a notification appeared before his eyes.

「Technique Name: Mixed Origin Stance」

「Technique Level: Mid-grade Lower Tier」

「Estimated Consumption: 6.2 strands of Life Fire」

「Consume Life Fire to progress with advancement?」

Wu Liangchen was surprised. He clearly remembered that earlier in the day, the estimated consumption had been 6.4 strands. How had it decreased to 6.2 strands after just one day?

Could it be... related to his proficiency level?

Wu Liangchen’s eyes lit up as he grasped the key to the problem.

Earlier in the day, he had just been introduced to the Mixed Origin Stance. Despite his best efforts to imitate it, his movements inevitably had some imperfections.

After a day of contemplation and practice, though he hadn’t yet grasped the essence or truly mastered the technique, his movements had become considerably more standardized.

This must be the reason for the reduced estimated consumption.

Although his current Life Fire totaled only 6.3 strands, recalling that previous estimated consumptions had been notably higher than actual consumption, Wu Liangchen hesitated briefly before choosing "yes."

Instantly, the Ten Thousand Laws Tripod in his mind slowly activated, emanating brilliant light.

Simultaneously, Wu Liangchen felt his Qi and Blood rapidly depleting, transforming into fuel that powered the Ten Thousand Laws Tripod.

「Advancement successful, consumed 5.8 strands of Life Fire」

「Acquired technique: Mixed Origin Stance」

「Mixed Origin Stance: Entry Level (10/100)」