Mama-Level Leng Yaozhu, Mysterious Dragon Street, My Genius Will Never Fall

"Home at last!"

Night fell as Na'er gazed at the eight-sided tower piercing the clouds, her pretty face brimming with goofy delight, silver hair rising and falling in the evening breeze.

Beside her, Zhao Xuanzhen revealed a trace of a smile. Spirit Pagoda was his home as well. After more than two months away, having done many great things that would change the future, he could finally return home for a brief rest.

The two took the high-level elevator straight to the 100th Floor with practiced ease, where Leng Yaozhu was sitting on the sofa waiting for their return.

Her crimson dress clung tightly to her body, outlining perfect, voluptuous curves. Her long jade-like legs extended gracefully beneath it, their skin as delicate and firm as a baby's, glowing faintly beneath the room's soul-guided lamps.

"Aunt Leng!"

The moment she saw Leng Yaozhu, Na'er let out a howl and pounced on her, burying her little head in Heavenly Phoenix Douluo's magnificent chest.

"Teacher."

Zhao Xuanzhen sat opposite Leng Yaozhu with a smile. Na'er enjoyed every advantage of being a girl, while the official disciple was too thin-skinned to get clingy with his teacher.

"You two little troublemakers."

Leng Yaozhu gently stroked the girl's silver hair and scolded them with a tender smile before asking, "How was today? Did anyone at Shrek Academy bully you?"

"Not exactly, but Shrek's elders, teachers, and students all seem to have come from the same mold!" Na'er complained while hugging Leng Yaozhu. "The elders poach people, the teachers brainwash people, and the students break agreements!

Oh, right, Aunt Leng! Zhao Xuanzhen gave the top four of the Young Genius Ranking a thorough beating. When the rankings update next time, he'll be Top of the Young Genius Ranking, the number one Soul Master on the continent under eighteen!"

Upon hearing this, Leng Yaozhu's red lips parted slightly in surprise, her eyes shimmering. "Third and fourth are Four-Ring Soul Masters. Beating them wasn't difficult.

Second on the Young Genius Ranking is the Phantom Fox Soul King, whose battle armor is more than halfway complete. First is the Ice Scorpion Soul King, whose martial soul is descended from Spirit Ice Douluo's second martial soul, the Ice Emperor Scorpion. Xuanzhen, you challenged them... and won?"

"Just luck."

Zhao Xuanzhen smiled calmly. Though his tone was humble, for some reason, the two beauties, one older and one younger, could both sense an overwhelming air of showing off from him.

Na'er puffed up her cheeks. "Zhao Xuanzhen, I have to criticize you. Your moral standards are too high! Tang Dong agreed not to use battle armor before the fight, but when he got desperate, he threw all restraint aside. Yet you still redirected the soul skill after Yin Yang Reversal into the sky."

"Tang Dong never had any killing intent. There was no need to take his life. It was only a battle," Zhao Xuanzhen said evenly. "A young genius who thought highly of himself had sailed smoothly through life for seventeen years, only to suddenly discover that he was nothing more than a frog at the bottom of a well. Anyone would probably be unwilling to accept that.

When dignity and glory are at stake, so-called agreements stop mattering.

Of course, even after Tang Dong put on his battle armor, he still failed to turn the tables. Now he has lost both face and substance. Compared to losing a single battle, the crack in his state of mind is the real problem Tang Dong faces. If his heart cannot become whole again, he may be troubled by it for the rest of his life."

"That serious..."

Na'er froze for a moment, then silently nodded in agreement. For a monster at the level of Top of the Young Genius Ranking, breaking an agreement and still losing was undoubtedly a mental collapse.

Whenever Tang Dong woke from a nightmare in the middle of the night, he would regret it so badly that he would want to slap himself. Why had he put on such an act as a senior before the battle? If he had not mentioned battle armor and had simply fought honestly from the beginning, even losing would not have left his Heart of Dao Shattered.

"Zhao Xuanzhen, if someone your age defeated you someday, would your state of mind collapse like Tang Dong's?" Na'er asked curiously.

"Tch..." Zhao Xuanzhen covered his face and sighed. "Classmate Na'er, could you say something more auspicious?"

"It's fine! I'll protect your fragile little heart from now on!"

Na'er wore a solemn, sacred expression as she heavily patted her chest, producing a somewhat hollow echo.

"Mm, then eat less tonight to show your sincerity."

"One thing has nothing to do with the other. No!"

Watching the two children bicker, Leng Yaozhu smiled as she swept her crimson hair over her left shoulder and said, "Since you have entered Shrek Academy to study, its currency is not Federal Coin, but special Shrek Contribution Points.

I bought a street in Shrek's inner city. It belongs to you from now on, so you can focus on studying without worrying about contribution points."

Zhao Xuanzhen and Na'er's eyes lit up. Exchange students were not as miserable as work-study students and could enjoy free meals in the cafeteria, but using cultivation facilities still required Shrek Contribution Points.

Shrek was, after all, the continent's number one academy. Its basic facilities, such as the Simulated Cultivation Ground, were no worse than those of Spirit Pagoda, and it also had several exclusive locations worth trying. The two needed a stable source of contribution points.

Leng Yaozhu had considered this in advance. With a wave of her hand, she bought an entire street in the inner city. Na'er and Zhao Xuanzhen could earn contribution points while lying down, without wasting time on all sorts of miscellaneous tasks.

Attentive to the smallest detail and gentle as water, Leng Yaozhu was simply mama-level!

"That street is called White Tiger Street. It was originally named to commemorate Dai Mubai, the White Tiger Douluo and captain of the first generation of Shrek Seven Devils. Tomorrow afternoon, Da Bai Xiao Bai will take you to have a look. You can freely renovate White Tiger Street however you like."

"First, change the name!" Na'er raised her hand. "White Tiger Street doesn't sound good."

Leng Yaozhu naturally didn't care, while Zhao Xuanzhen thought for a moment before slowly saying:

"How about Mysterious Dragon Street?"

"Your Xuan, the dragon from Silver Dragon Spear..." Na'er questioned, "Why not combine both our names and call it Xuanna Street?"

"Do you think that sounds pleasant?" Zhao Xuanzhen asked in return.

"...Then what about Xuan'er Street?"

Zhao Xuanzhen immediately choked. Oh, she even had a Beijing accent!

"Then it shall be Mysterious Dragon Street."

To keep Na'er from coming up with some absurd name like Zhen'er Street, Leng Yaozhu hurriedly made the final decision.

After a while, the feast Leng Yaozhu had prepared was served. A soul-guided dining cart rolled into the room, and when its silver covers were lifted, steaming steaks were revealed. The plating was exquisite like a work of art, and their tempting fragrance drifted out, filling the entire floor.

"A steak feast!"

Na'er slurped back her drool, her eyes glued to the steak. Fine meat sizzled with popping oil, while dark brown truffle sauce seeped through its texture and curled into gorgeous patterns across the silver plate.

"Warm congratulations to Zhao Xuanzhen for Reaching the Top of the Young Genius Ranking!"

Na'er raised her dinner knife with a solemn expression. Zhao Xuanzhen and Leng Yaozhu followed suit, all three smiling.

The three crossed dinner knives reflected the lamplight, their shadows flickering and swaying endlessly.

The night was dark as ink. Outside the window, the tall buildings blurred into hazy halos of light, like stardust falling into the mortal world.

Leng Yaozhu reclined against the sofa, her crimson dress loosening and draping down carelessly to reveal a stretch of ivory-white shoulders and neck. Warm light pooled in the hollow of her collarbone as she held a glass of aged red wine and gently swirled it.

After dinner, Leng Yaozhu took out two Phoenix Pendants and gave them to the two children. Each contained a beam of Heavenly Phoenix True Fire, powerful enough to instantly burn a level-ninety-five Super Douluo to ashes.

Na'er had eaten until her stomach was bloated, so she swayed back to the Ninety-ninth Floor to rest while Zhao Xuanzhen remained behind alone.

The master and disciple sat facing each other. Leng Yaozhu had always been exceptionally beautiful, but with her crimson hair casually draped over her shoulders and a few strands hanging down, she now appeared even more alluring.

She took a sip of red wine, leaving a crimson lip print on the rim of the glass that spread into a small, damp mark. Her slender nails occasionally scraped against the glass, producing the faint, crisp sound of porcelain. Zhao Xuanzhen watched the pale blue veins on the inside of Leng Yaozhu's wrist rise and fall with her pulse, like vines unfurling in the dark of night.

Looking away, Zhao Xuanzhen reached for the red wine on the coffee table. Leng Yaozhu drank it with such enjoyment and elegance that he planned to have a glass as well.

The second before his palm touched the bottle, Leng Yaozhu suddenly leaned forward and lightly slapped the back of Zhao Xuanzhen's hand. She huffed softly.

"You're too young to touch alcohol. I'll make you a cup of tea instead."

Tea fragrance curled through the air. Zhao Xuanzhen looked at the steaming Starry Chrysanthemum Tea before him. It detoxified, enhanced one's complexion, cleared internal heat, and reduced fire. His eyes slightly narrowed.

Zhao Xuanzhen's thoughtful reflection was mirrored in Leng Yaozhu's scarlet eyes, and she could not help but laugh. "You don't like tea?"

"It's all right. It just feels strange that Teacher is drinking wine while I'm drinking tea..."

Starry Chrysanthemum Tea was rare, fine tea. Zhao Xuanzhen lifted the cup and took a sip, its coolness flowing straight into his lungs.

"You can drink alcohol later." Leng Yaozhu's tone was full of emotion. "In the blink of an eye, you've suddenly grown so much. I remember when I first brought you to Spirit Pagoda—you were still such a little child.

Now you have not only become a Soul Master, but even the Ice Scorpion Soul King is no match for you."

"Teacher, I promised you that I would become the best among my generation, starting with Shrek Academy."

Zhao Xuanzhen's black eyes were clear and bright, and in Leng Yaozhu's eyes, they seemed inexplicably blazing.

"Top of the Young Genius Ranking, the senior disciple of the inner court, Sea God Pavilion Elders, and Sea God Pavilion Master Sky Pillar Douluo... I will challenge them one by one."

At those words, Leng Yaozhu's fingers tightened silently around her wine glass, and her breathing unconsciously grew heavier. The thoughts within her heart were beyond words.

Zhao Xuanzhen looked directly into those brilliant phoenix eyes without flinching, making no attempt to hide his fierce ambition. This was her wish, and it was also his obsession.

"Teacher looks forward to that day."

Black and scarlet, the two pairs of eyes burned silently like candle flames. Master and disciple seemed to share a Telepathic Connection as they reached an unspoken agreement.

"Xuanzhen." Leng Yaozhu turned her head and changed the subject. "Shrek Academy is very close to Spirit Pagoda Headquarters. From now on, attend classes at Shrek in the mornings, come to Spirit Pagoda to study or train in the afternoons, and return to Sea God Island to meditate at night."

Leng Yaozhu could not bear to part with the two children, and her expression revealed her conflicted reluctance to let go. But she had to consider Zhao Xuanzhen and Na'er's future even more.

The Golden Ancient Tree on Sea God Island was one of the sources of Shrek's inner court's enduring prosperity. Its Life Energy was so abundant that nowhere else in the world could compare.

Cultivating on Sea God Island at night would make the two stronger, and Leng Yaozhu would rather restrain herself.

"Fine. We have no classes on weekends, so Na'er and I will return for the whole day."

Their thoughts aligned perfectly, and Zhao Xuanzhen agreed without hesitation.

"One more thing. The Battle Armor Design Blueprint I looked at the night before we went to Eastsea City must have been the One-Word Battle Armor you designed for True Self," Leng Yaozhu said. "With the rate of your cultivation progress and your Second Profession level, it is time to consider making battle armor.

What type of Forging Metal do you intend to choose? I will ask one of Spirit Pagoda's resident Saint Craftsmen to forge it."

"Teacher, there is no need to trouble Spirit Pagoda's Saint Craftsmen. I have my own channel for Forging Metal." Zhao Xuanzhen shook his head.

"Gan Jin Jiutian, Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua's personal disciple, who defeated Shrek Team with you?"

"Yes. Jiu Tian is a level-four blacksmith. Once his cultivation breaks through to Soul Elder, he will be able to complete Spirit Forging. At the same time, Senior Divine Craftsman will teach him Fusion Forging Alloy techniques.

Teacher, One-Word Battle Armor has too many drawbacks. It can easily lead to the embarrassing situation of having no time to put it on. Moreover, when a Thousand-Forged One-Word Battle Armor evolves into a Spirit Forged Two-Word Battle Armor, it has to be remade from scratch.

So I plan to skip One-Word Battle Armor and directly use Spirit Alloy to make Two-Word Battle Armor, using god-grade Spirit Forging Alloy with a Fusion Degree above ninety-five percent." Zhao Xuanzhen laid out his battle armor plan in detail.

Fusing with One-Word Battle Armor required five rings, while Two-Word Battle Armor required six rings. With Zhao Xuanzhen's powerful physique, crossing one rank to bear battle armor would pose no problem. Giving up One-Word Battle Armor and directly studying Two-Word Battle Armor would allow his combat strength to reach its peak in the shortest possible time.

"You had it figured out, so Teacher will not interfere too much." Leng Yaozhu parted her red lips. "Speaking of Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua, I remembered someone. Back when I asked Zhen Hua to forge Heavenly Forged Metal, I met his close friend and personal chef once...

Xuanzhen, since you have connected with the Divine Craftsman, you should know him."

"Uh..."

Zhao Xuanzhen immediately broke into a cold sweat, feeling as though he had been caught doing something immoral. Leng Yaozhu was no fool—there was no way she did not know how True Self had undergone Golden Awakening.

Leng Yaozhu supported her chin with one jade-like hand, her beautiful smile gentle beyond measure. "Good disciple, tell Teacher: has the Body Sect Master treated you well?

Between the two of us, who do you prefer as your teacher?"

"Teacher, listen to my explanation... I don't mean to make excuses... and I didn't change allegiances because of Second Awakening and the Body Secret Technique...

I truly am a loyal servant of Spirit Pagoda!"

On the Ninety-ninth Floor, moonlight streamed obliquely through the window curtains like silk, casting a layer of clear frost over the girl on the bed. Her silver-white hair moved without wind, rippling through a silver halo as it reflected the soul bone floating before her chest.

The Hundred Thousand Year Left Leg Soul Bone refracted silver radiance of varying shades. The girl's pale fingertips touched the edge of the soul bone, and the slumbering dragon soul awakened, plunging the room into an eerie silence.

Countless silver light particles drifted through the air, weaving together behind the girl into the massive phantom of the Thorn Dragon Emperor. Its scales and thorns appeared as translucent layers of overlapping space.

Sensing the aura fluctuations belonging to the Silver Dragon King, the Thorn Dragon Emperor immediately conveyed submission, practically crying and begging to cling to her thigh.

Na'er let out a soft breath and used soul power to guide the Hundred Thousand Year Left Leg Bone into her body. The Thorn Dragon Emperor had no intention of resisting. If Zhao Xuanzhen had been absorbing the Thorn Dragon Emperor, it would certainly have become a fierce battle between dragons, with the chance of soul bone backlash approaching one hundred percent.

Making a Dragon Clan bloodline soul bone fuse obediently was the privilege of the Silver Dragon King's Half-Self.

As Na'er activated the Silver Dragon King Bloodline inside her body, her pupils turned a gorgeous purple. Her gaze was tranquil and distant. "Zhao Xuanzhen, I truly meant what I said. I will definitely protect you. You can be the number one in the world, and I'll be number two. Anyone who wants to challenge you must first get past this hurdle...

My genius will never fall."