Leng Yaozhu, Mom-Level, Xuanlong Street, My Genius

# Chapter 50: Mother-Level Leng Yaozhu, Xuanlong Street, My Genius Never Falls (4K)

"Time to go home!"

As night fell, Na'er gazed at the eight-sided tower that pierced the clouds, her pretty face brimming with goofy happiness, silver hair rising and falling in the evening breeze.

Beside her, a smile surfaced on Zhao Xuanzhen's face. The Spirit Pagoda was also his home. After leaving for over two months and accomplishing many things that would change the future, he could finally return home for a brief rest.

The two took the familiar high-level elevator straight to the hundredth floor, where Leng Yaozhu sat on the sofa waiting for their return.

A crimson dress clung to her body, outlining perfect curves of peaks and valleys, extending downward into elegant lines of long jade legs. Her skin was as delicate and firm as a baby's, shimmering with a faint hazy glow under the spirit guidance lamps in the room.

"Aunt Leng!"

The moment she saw Leng Yaozhu, Na'er let out a howl and pounced, burying her little head into the Sky Phoenix Douluo's majestic chest.

"Teacher."

Zhao Xuanzhen sat down across from Leng Yaozhu with a gentle smile. Na'er enjoyed all the benefits of her gender, while the proper disciple had thin skin and didn't cling to the teacher.

"Two little troublemakers."

Leng Yaozhu gently stroked the young girl's silver long hair, scolding with a soft laugh, then asked, "How was it today? Did anyone from Shrek Academy bully you?"

"Bullying, no, but the Shrek elders, teachers, and students are all cut from the same mold!" Na'er hugged Leng Yaozhu as she complained. "Elders poach, teachers brainwash, students break agreements!

Oh right, Aunt Leng, Zhao Xuanzhen beat down the top four on the Young Genius List one by one. When the rankings update next time, he'll be number one on the Young Genius List—the continent's strongest soul master under eighteen!"

Hearing this, Leng Yaozhu's red lips parted slightly, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "Third and fourth are Four Ring Soul Ancestors. Beating them isn't hard.

Second on the Young Genius List is a Phantom Demon Fox Soul King with most of their Battle Armor complete. First is an Ice Jade Scorpion Soul King, inheriting the lineage of Spirit Ice Douluo's second martial soul, the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion. Xuanzhen, you challenged them... and won?"

"Just luck."

Zhao Xuanzhen smiled calmly. Though his tone was modest, for some reason, both the older and younger beauties could sense a thick aura of showing off.

Na'er puffed up angrily. "Zhao Xuanzhen, I have to criticize you—your moral standards are too high! That Tang Dong guy said before the fight he wouldn't use Battle Armor, then threw caution to the wind when things got intense. Even so, you redirected the Yin Yang Reversal soul skill into the sky."

"Tang Dong never had killing intent. There was no need to take a life—it was just a battle." Zhao Xuanzhen said calmly. "A self-important young genius, smooth sailing for seventeen years, suddenly discovering he was a frog at the bottom of a well—anyone would be unwilling to accept it.

When dignity and glory are at stake, so-called agreements no longer hold.

Of course, even after Tang Dong put on his Battle Armor, he still couldn't turn the tide. Now he's lost face and substance both. Compared to losing a mere battle, the crack in his state of mind is the real problem Tang Dong faces. If his heart cannot find completeness, he may be trapped by it for life."

"That serious..."

Na'er froze for a moment, then silently nodded in agreement. For a monster at the level of the Young Genius List's top spot, breaking an agreement and still losing was undoubtedly a psychological collapse.

When waking from midnight dreams, Tang Dong would regret it so much he'd slap himself. Why put on airs as a senior before the fight? Why even mention Battle Armor? If he'd just fought properly, even losing wouldn't have shattered his path heart.

"Zhao Xuanzhen, if someone your age beats you one day, will 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 auspicious?"

"No worries! I'll protect your fragile little heart from now on!"

Na'er's face was solemn and sacred as she heavily patted her chest, producing a slightly hollow echo.

"Mm, show your sincerity by eating less tonight."

"One thing at a time! No way!"

Watching the two bicker, Leng Yaozhu smiled warmly as she swept her fiery red hair, gathering it all over her left shoulder. She spoke, "You're entering Shrek Academy to study. The currency there isn't Federation Coins, but special Shrek Contribution Points.

I bought a street in Shrek's inner city. From now on, it belongs to you. This way, you can focus on studying without worrying about Contribution Points."

Zhao Xuanzhen and Na'er's eyes lit up. Exchange students weren't as miserable as work-study students—they could enjoy free meals—but using training facilities still cost Shrek Contribution Points.

Shrek was, after all, the Continent's First Academy. Basic facilities like the Mimicry Training Ground weren't inferior to the Spirit Pagoda's, and there were a few exclusive venues worth trying. The two needed a stable source of Contribution Points.

Leng Yaozhu had thought of this in advance and bought an inner city street with a wave of her hand. Na'er and Zhao Xuanzhen could earn Contribution Points lying down, without wasting time on random tasks.

Thoughtful as silk, gentle as water—Leng Yaozhu was practically mother-level!

"That street is called White Tiger Street, originally named to commemorate the First Generation Shrek Seven Devils' captain, White Tiger Douluo Dai Mubai. Tomorrow afternoon, Big White and Little White will take you to see it. You can freely renovate White Tiger Street however you like."

"Change the name first!" Na'er raised her hand. "White Tiger Street doesn't sound good."

Leng Yaozhu naturally didn't mind. Zhao Xuanzhen thought for a moment, then slowly said:

"How about Xuanlong Street?"

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

"Do you think that sounds pleasant?" Zhao Xuanzhen countered.

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

Zhao Xuanzhen choked. Oh, a real Beijinger accent!

"Let's just call it Xuanlong Street."

To prevent Na'er from blurting out something absurd like Zhen'er Street, Leng Yaozhu quickly sealed the decision.

A moment later, the feast Leng Yaozhu had prepared was served. A spirit guidance dining cart rolled into the room, and when the silver lid was lifted, steaming steak was revealed, plated as exquisitely as a work of art. An enticing aroma wafted out, filling the entire floor.

"Steak dinner!"

Na'er drooled, her eyes glued to the steak. Premium meat sizzled with oil, dark brown truffle sauce seeped along the grain, swirling into elegant patterns on the silver plate.

"Warm congratulations to Zhao Xuanzhen for topping the Young Genius List!"

Na'er raised her dining knife with a serious expression. Zhao Xuanzhen and Leng Yaozhu followed suit, raising their own knives. Three faces wore smiles.

The three intertwined dining knives reflected the lamplight, casting flickering, shifting shadows that swayed unceasingly.

The night was like ink. Beyond the window, the tall buildings blurred into a hazy halo of light, like stardust fallen into the mortal world.

Leng Yaozhu reclined sideways on the sofa. Her crimson long dress slipped loosely, revealing a stretch of ivory-white shoulder and neck. In the hollow of her collarbone rested a pool of warm light. She held a glass of aged red wine in her hand, gently swirling it.

After dinner, Leng Yaozhu took out two Phoenix Pendants and gifted them to the two little ones. Each contained a strand of Sky Phoenix True Fire, with enough power to instantly incinerate a ninety-fifth-level Super Douluo.

Na'er ate until her stomach was bloated, then wobbled back to the Ninety-ninth Floor to rest. Zhao Xuanzhen stayed behind alone.

Master and disciple sat facing each other. Leng Yaozhu was already exceptionally beautiful, and now her fiery red hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands falling loose, adding even more charm.

She took a sip of red wine, leaving a crimson lip print on the rim of the glass, staining a small patch of moisture. Her slender nails occasionally scraped against the cup wall, producing a very faint, crisp sound like porcelain. Zhao Xuanzhen watched the pale green veins on the inside of Leng Yaozhu's wrist, pulsing with her heartbeat, like vines stretching in the dark night.

He averted his gaze and reached for the red wine on the coffee table. Leng Yaozhu drank it with such enjoyment and elegance; he thought he'd have a glass.

The moment his hand touched the bottle, Leng Yaozhu suddenly leaned forward and gave Zhao Xuanzhen's hand a light but firm slap on the back, humming softly:

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

The fragrance of tea curled upward. Zhao Xuanzhen looked at the steaming cup of Stars and Chrysanthemums before him. This tea detoxified, beautified the skin, cleared heat, and cooled the fire. His eyes narrowed slightly.

Her crimson eyes reflected her lost-in-thought disciple. Leng Yaozhu couldn't help but let out a soft laugh: "Don't like tea?"

"It's fine. It's just... you drinking wine while I drink tea feels a bit strange..."

Stars and Chrysanthemums was a rare and excellent tea. Zhao Xuanzhen picked up the cup and took a sip. A cool sensation went straight to his lungs.

"You can drink later." Leng Yaozhu's tone was full of emotion. "But in the blink of an eye, you've grown up so much. I remember when I first brought you to the Spirit Transmission Tower, you were still a tiny child.

Now, not only have you become a soul master, even an Ice Jade Scorpion Soul King is no match for you."

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

Zhao Xuanzhen's black eyes were clear and bright, and in Leng Yaozhu's eyes, they burned with an inexplicable intensity.

"Top of the Young Genius List, Senior Brother of the inner courtyard, Poseidon Pavilion Elder, and the Sea God Pavilion Master, Qingtian Douluo... I will challenge them all, one by one."

At these words, Leng Yaozhu's fingers gripping the wine glass tightened imperceptibly. Her breathing unconsciously grew heavier, and her inner thoughts were beyond words.

Without flinching, he met those bright phoenix eyes directly. Zhao Xuanzhen made no attempt to hide his wild ambition. This was her wish, and also his obsession.

"Teacher looks forward to that day."

Black and crimson, two pairs of eyes burned silently like candle flames. Master and disciple seemed to share a tacit understanding, reaching a hidden agreement.

"Xuanzhen." Leng Yaozhu turned her head, changing the subject. "Shrek Academy and the Spirit Transmission Tower Headquarters are very close. From now on, you'll attend classes at Shrek in the morning, study or train at the Spirit Transmission Tower in the afternoon, and return to Sea God Island to meditate at night."

Leng Yaozhu couldn't bear to let the two children go. Her expression revealed a tangled reluctance to let them out of her hands, but she had to consider Zhao Xuanzhen and Na'er's futures.

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

Training on Sea God Island at night would make them strong. Leng Yaozhu would rather restrain herself.

"Alright. On weekends when there are no classes, Na'er and I will come back for the whole day."

Their thoughts coincided. Zhao Xuanzhen agreed without hesitation.

"One more thing. The night before we went to Eastsea City, I saw that Battle Armor Design Drawing. It must be the One-Word Battle Armor you designed for your True Self." Leng Yaozhu said. "Given your cultivation progress and your second profession's level, it's time to consider making your battle armor.

What kind of forging metal have you chosen? I'll ask the Saint Craftsman supported by the Spirit Transmission Tower to forge it for you."

"Teacher, no need to trouble the Spirit Transmission Tower's Saint Craftsman. I have my own channels for forging metal." Zhao Xuanzhen shook his head.

"The Godly Craftsman Zhen Hua's Personal Disciple, the one who defeated the Shrek Team alongside you, Gan Jin Jiutian?"

"Yes. Jiutian is a Fourth-Rank Forging Master. Once his cultivation breaks through to Soul Elder, he can complete Spiritual Forging. At the same time, the Godly Craftsman Senior will teach him the technique of Fusion Forging alloys.

Teacher, One-Word Battle Armor has too many drawbacks. It's easy to end up in the awkward situation of not having time to put it on. Moreover, when a Thousand-Forged One-Word Battle Armor evolves into a Spirit-Forged Two-Word Battle Armor, it needs to be remade from scratch, everything overturned.

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

Fusing One-Word Battle Armor requires Fifth Ring cultivation, and Two-Word Battle Armor requires Sixth Ring cultivation. With Zhao Xuanzhen's formidable Physical Fitness, crossing one rank to bear the battle armor is no problem. Abandoning One-Word Battle Armor and directly researching Two-Word Battle Armor would allow him to reach peak combat power in the shortest time.

"You have a clear plan. Teacher won't interfere too much." Leng Yaozhu parted her red lips. "Speaking of which, mentioning the Godly Craftsman Zhen Hua reminds me of someone. Back then, when I asked Zhen Hua to forge Heavenly Forging Metal, I met his Close Friend and Personal Chef once...

Xuanzhen, since you've connected with the Godly Craftsman, you must know him."

"Uh..."

Zhao Xuanzhen instantly broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a sense of guilt like being caught red-handed. How did his True Self's Golden Awakening come about? Leng Yaozhu wasn't stupid; she couldn't possibly not know.

Leng Yaozhu gently propped her chin on her jade hand, her beautiful smile so tender it was beyond compare: "Good Disciple, tell Teacher, how does the Ben Ti Sect Master treat you?

Between the two of us, who do you like more as a teacher?"

"Um, Teacher, let me explain... I'm not trying to make excuses... and I didn't switch sides because of the Second Awakening or the Ben Ti Secret Technique...

I am truly a Loyal Subject of the Spirit Transmission Tower!"

On the Ninety-ninth Floor, moonlight like a silver ribbon slanted through the window gauze, casting a layer of frost over the young girl on the bed. Her silver-white long hair stirred without wind, rippling in the silver halo, reflecting off the Soul Bone floating before her chest.

The Hundred-Thousand-Year Left Leg Soul Bone refracted silver light in varying depths. The young girl's slender white fingertips touched the edge of the soul bone, and the dormant dragon soul awakened, plunging the room into an eerie silence.

Countless silver particles drifted, weaving behind the young girl into a massive phantom of the Thorn Dragon Emperor—scales and thorns forming translucent spatial layers.

Sensing the fluctuation of the Silver Dragon King's aura, the Thorn Dragon Emperor immediately transmitted a will of submission, crying and begging to cling to her leg.

Na'er let out a soft breath, channeling her soul power to draw the Hundred-Thousand-Year Left Leg Bone into her body. The Thorn Dragon Emperor harbored no thought of resistance. If Zhao Xuanzhen were absorbing the Thorn Dragon Emperor, it would undoubtedly be a fierce battle of dragon and tiger, with the probability of soul bone backlash nearly one hundred percent.

To make a dragon-bloodline soul bone obediently fuse—this was the authority of the Silver Dragon King Half Body.

Activating the Silver Dragon King Bloodline within her, Na'er's pupils transformed into a magnificent purple, her gaze serene and distant: "Zhao Xuanzhen, that was actually the truth. I will definitely protect you. You become Number One Under Heaven, and I'll be Number Two Under Heaven. Those who dare challenge you will have to get through me first...

My genius will never fall."