You’re Running 30,000 Simulations a Day—Trying to Stay Healthy or What? Chapter 20: Life is Like a Play

You continued with a fierce tone: "Explain all the effects your cultivation technique causes clearly!"

Wan Qingluan trembled in fear at your nacing voice.

Pitifully, she answered all your questions truthfully.

Through this, you finally understood Wan Qingluan's peculiar condition.

It turned out her cultivation technique had a strange side effect.

Every month, for seven days, she would transform into seven completely different personalities in sequence.

These seven personalities were:

Joy, Anger, Sorrow, Fear, Love, Hatred, and Desire.

Yesterday, you had encountered her Sorrow personality.

Tonight, she had already shifted into the Fear personality.

That explained why Wan Qingluan now found the outside world terrifying.

You finally grasped Wan Qingluan's current state.

"Severe persecution complex!"

This also explained why Wan Qingluan, despite being much stronger than you, was now afraid of you.

"Such emotional instability?"

You felt a headache coming on.

The gentle personalities were manageable, but if one of the violent ones appeared, she might just beat you to death.

"No way, I can't let Wan Qingluan stay here anymore."

She was essentially a walking ti bomb.

You picked Wan Qingluan up and threw her outside.

But given her actual strength, your throwing speed couldn't match her returning speed.

The mont you tossed her out, she was already back inside.

She kept pleading desperately not to be abandoned outside.

After several failed attempts, Wan Qingluan even flipped the tables - pinning you down in the snow.

Kneeling on top of you, rendering you immobile while tearfully begging not to be sent away.

"Fine, fine! Begging on your knees for not to die, is that it?"

Unable to fight back or escape,

You finally had to angrily plead for her to release you.

Terrified of your anger, Wan Qingluan let you go.

Neither of you had any accurate assessnt of your own capabilities.

At seventy-six years old, this scuffle left your elderly bones creaking alarmingly.

Helpless, you had to let Wan Qingluan stay.

You assud she'd only remain for one day.

Once her Fear personality passed, she'd surely leave.

The next day, Wan Qingluan... didn't leave.

Not only did she stay, she moved into the room next to yours.

Sohow, Wan Qingluan found and brought back three chubby little puppies.

She even bought goat milk to carefully nurture them, her eyes full of tender affection.

You recognized this as her Love personality manifesting.

Ignoring her, you continued your cultivation practice.

On the third day, Wan Qingluan brutally killed all three puppies.

That day, she viewed everyone with disgust and hostility.

You hid in your room, trembling.

"Joy, Anger, Sorrow, Fear, Love, Hatred, Desire..."

You realized today's Wan Qingluan was the Hatred personality.

"Tomorrow will be Desire personality! If this woman still won't leave, does she plan to defile my pure body?"

Never imagined at seventy-plus years old you'd face such a trial.

This realization brought a pained smile to your face.

Fourth day, amidst ice and snow,

You strutted bare-chested, showcasing your abs,

Pacing before Wan Qingluan's door like a peacock displaying its plumage.

Wan Qingluan promptly shut her door.

She remained inside all day without erging.

You were surprised she resisted your charms.

After all, your handso looks were second only to our esteed readers!

You couldn't help but praise Wan Qingluan's admirable restraint: "Good, didn't disgrace yourself!"

Fifth day, Wan Qingluan regained her usual aloof deanor,

Yet showed no intention of leaving.

You couldn't take it anymore.

Having such an unstable elent nearby made you feel extrely insecure.

You confronted her directly: "Heroine Wan, what exactly do you want? Why are you clinging to ?"

Wan Qingluan studied you: "I'm curious about you."

"What exactly makes so interesting?"

She'd said similar things before.

Wan Qingluan parted her red lips: "During our first two encounters, I showed genuine killing intent, yet you displayed no fear. That intrigued ."

"So just because I'm not afraid to die, I beca interesting?" you asked with a frown.

Wan Qingluan continued: "Not just that. You simultaneously don't fear death yet possess an intense will to live. Contradictory, yet coexisting within you."

You remained silent, showing slight confusion.

Wan Qingluan tilted her head slightly: "You give the impression that you're... playing!"

"Yes, playing! That's exactly it!" Her eyes lit up at finding the perfect description.

Pleased, she added: "You're rely a Bone Tempering martial artist, yet you truly don't fear . You didn't fear Lin Jingzhi either. It's as if you fear no one, not even this world itself!"

You looked up at Wan Qingluan in surprise.

She could accurately perceive your state of mind.

Knowing this was just a simulation where death held no consequences,

You'd adopted a carefree, ga-like attitude.

You avoided trouble simply to survive longer,

Gaining more ti to improve your cultivation for real-world benefits.

Yet you'd never voiced this mindset to anyone.

A chill ran down your spine.

Could Wan Qingluan actually read minds?

Are demon sect mbers really this creepy?

"What makes you think I have such an attitude?" you asked.

Wan Qingluan's lips curved slightly: "Also because of my technique."

"Can I learn this amazing technique of yours?" you asked half-seriously.

What kind of technique could see through people's thoughts?

Wan Qingluan laughed: "Of course you can learn it, though you might be disappointed. It doesn't actually read minds, just makes one more observant."

"Observant?"

"Before reaching Grandmaster realm, my technique requires worldly experiences to find one's path. That's why you've seen in different identities."

You had an epiphany: "So you're experiencing various roles to cultivate your technique? Your ability to detect lies cos from broader life experience?"

Wan Qingluan smiled: "You're smarter than I thought. Essentially correct."

Relieved that she couldn't actually read minds, you asked: "What role are you playing this ti?"

Now you understood why she lingered -

She must be using you for her cultivation.

Without hiding it, Wan Qingluan said: "This ti, I need to experience being an ordinary man's wife."

Your expression turned odd as you coughed: "Ahem, could you roleplay as a flight attendant or nurse instead? I prefer those scenarios."

Wan Qingluan frowned: "What are flight attendants and nurses?"

"Uh... never mind. Wife is fine too."

Wan Qingluan nodded uncertainly.

You resolved to fix everything yourself from now on -

No bald repairman neighbors would be entering your ho.

You refused to play the doped husband who never wakes up during the action.

You asked another question: "Shouldn't these experiences require authenticity? Doesn't talking about it ruin the effect?"

Wan Qingluan rolled her pure eyes at you: "I only need to comprehend the ntal state. If each experience required complete realism, nine lives wouldn't be enough."

"So I just need to act along with you?"

"Yes."

You studied her: "Heroine Wan, could it be... you've fallen for ?"

Wan Qingluan calmly replied: "Young Master He, are you always this confident?"

"Heroine Wan, of all people in this world, you chose for this act. Isn't that telling?"

After consideration, she said: "Primarily I'm curious about you. Secondly, you're moderately pleasant-looking. Hence selecting you as my husband."

"Really?" You remained skeptical.

Adding: "Where I'm from, many fake relationships turn real after pretending for parents."

Maintaining her aloof deanor, Wan Qingluan understood your concern: "I know my limits."

You nodded: "As long as you're self-aware."

After more thought, you asked: "Heroine Wan, what's in it for ?"

If playing her husband, there must be compensation.

Wan Qingluan replied coolly: "What does Young Master He desire?"