Na'er: I Have Plenty of Money!

While Leng Qingning was caught in a dilemma, Le Lingzhao, standing beside her, had no such worries.

Her father was already an old man; if An Lan were to meet him, he wouldn't even need to call him grandmaster—calling him "Grandpa" would suffice!

Le Lingzhao raised her hand to finish the last sip of milk tea in her cup and handed the empty container to An Lan. An Lan took it obediently and trotted off to a nearby trash can to dispose of it.

Watching her beloved disciple's retreating back, the figures in Le Lingzhao's mind shifted instantly.

Mentioning Heavenly Phoenix Douluo Leng Yaozhu, she couldn't help but think of Cai Yue'er, whom she had beaten up just yesterday.

There was no other reason; that woman was simply too absurd.

Despite being roughly the same age, Leng Yaozhu and Ya Li were only becoming younger and more beautiful, their charm only deepening with the passage of time.

Yet Cai Yue'er insisted on making herself look like a withered old hag, with wrinkles on her face deep enough to crush a fly.

Even in that state, she remained obsessed with Yun Ming, putting on a display of deep, unrequited affection.

Le Lingzhao secretly scoffed; if she were Yun Ming, she would consider it a miracle if she didn't slap Cai Yue'er to death.

Thinking back, Yun Ming's agreeable attitude yesterday was likely due in large part to his own annoyance with Cai Yue'er.

Leng Qingning was not one to dwell on internal conflict. Since she couldn't come up with a proper form of address, she simply stopped thinking about it.

When An Lan returned after throwing away the trash, she reached out to ruffle his hair and said softly, "Just call her Aunt Leng. We soul masters walk the path to the heavens; we don't fuss over such trivialities."

"Understood."

An Lan nodded. Since his teacher had given the order, he naturally had no objections.

The trio continued their stroll.

Suddenly, a slender figure caught An Lan's eye.

Her silver hair flowed as smoothly as moonlight, without a single strand of another color, and her face was as exquisite as a meticulously carved work of art.

It was hard not to associate her appearance with that legendary Soul Beast co-ruler who possessed peerless wisdom.

The silver-haired girl had a clear objective; she dashed straight toward the Chicken Wishbone stall by the street, tilted her head back, and chirped, "Boss, I'll take all the Chicken Wishbone here! Fry them up quickly, don't delay my meal!"

"Alright... wait, why is it you little girl again? Go on, go on, don't hold up my business!"

The boss's hand trembled, and his face fell the moment he saw the girl.

He remembered this silver-haired girl, and the impression was deep.

Before this Glory Street changed its name, he had been guarding this stall, relying on it to make a living.

Although the deal was buy one catty get half a catty free, this was the first time in all his years of business that he had encountered a customer who refused to take the free half-catty.

Yesterday, she had made him so angry his liver ached; if not for the fact that she was just a little girl, he would have slapped her long ago.

The boss waved his hand to shoo her away, but the silver-haired girl showed no sign of awkwardness. Instead, she pulled a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills from her waist and slammed them onto the counter with a "thwack," huffing, "Do you think I'm the same person I was yesterday? I am now a distinguished member of the Spirit Pagoda! I have plenty of money!"

Logically, the inner city was the territory of Shrek Academy; revealing an affiliation with the Spirit Pagoda would be lucky to result in anything less than a beating.

However, the grievances between the two major powers had nothing to do with this stall owner.

Seeing the stack of cash, the boss's face instantly cleared up: "Coming right up! I'll fry them immediately! Guaranteed to be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!"

The girl had a hearty appetite. Standing in front of the stall, she held the steaming Chicken Wishbone and munched away with great relish.

A legendary appetite—case closed!

An Lan instantly confirmed the girl's identity: she was definitely the half-body of the Silver Dragon King, Na'er, who inherited that legendary appetite.

According to the original timeline, Gu Yuena should have been ambushed by Tang Hao during her transformation, lost her memory, and been dumped in Proud Arrival City to develop feelings with Tang Wulin.

How did she end up split in two?

An Lan didn't know why Na'er had appeared in Shrek City, but the situation was clear.

Yesterday, Na'er had accidentally arrived in Shrek City, penniless but wanting to eat Chicken Wishbone for free, only to be flatly refused by the boss.

Then, for some reason, she had joined the Spirit Pagoda, become wealthy, and today she was staging the "Return of the Dragon King" right in front of the Chicken Wishbone stall.

"Hiss—"

An Lan drew a sharp breath. This was a real Dragon King, the kind that didn't need to smirk to prove it.

"Humph, humph—"

Na'er, who was busy devouring her food, suddenly sniffed the air, as if she had caught a scent even more tempting than the Chicken Wishbone.

With just one glance, her beautiful silver eyes locked onto An Lan, who was observing her.

On an impulse, she held up the Chicken Wishbone in her hand and greeted him indistinctly: "Want some?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Na'er regretted it.

After being brought back to the Spirit Pagoda yesterday, she had eaten many delicacies, but she couldn't forget the taste of this fragrant Chicken Wishbone.

That was why, the moment she got the chance today, she had snuck out with money in hand.

How could she share such delicious Chicken Wishbone with someone else?

Na'er's heart was bleeding; in her mind, she could already see the Chicken Wishbone leaving her grasp.

It was also the first time An Lan had seen so many expressions on one person's face at the same time.

He froze for a moment, then shook his head. "No, you eat it yourself."

He could tell that this was a dragon protective of its food.

Yet, for such a food-protective creature to be willing to share its meal with him, An Lan was quite surprised.

Seeing the Chicken Wishbone "returned" to her, Na'er beamed with joy and buried her head back into her meal.

"Haha... what an interesting little girl, and she's from your Spirit Pagoda, too."

Le Lingzhao had taken in all of Na'er's reactions, and coupled with her beauty, it was easy for her to gain Le Lingzhao's favor.

Hearing this, Leng Qingning also revealed a faint, amused smile.

It was truly hard to dislike such a beautiful girl who was completely guileless, with every emotion written clearly on her face.

For no reason, she became interested, walked slowly to Na'er's side, and asked, "Little one, who is your teacher?"

Na'er looked up at Leng Qingning, and seeing that An Lan—the good person who didn't snatch her Chicken Wishbone—was following behind her, she immediately let down her guard and blurted out, "Auntie Leng."

She didn't think much of it; Leng Yaozhu had told her to call her Auntie Leng, so that was how she answered.

"Ah?"

"Is it such a coincidence?"

An Lan and Leng Qingning spoke in unison, their tones filled with astonishment.

Auntie Leng—the first person who came to mind for both of them was Leng Yaozhu.

They hadn't expected that she was actually one of their own.

"It is me."

At this moment, a light, wind-chime-like laugh drifted over, followed by the rhythmic clack-clack of high heels striking the floor.

An Lan turned his head to look and saw a tall figure walking slowly toward them.

Her dark red hair was like a burning sunset, the tips slightly curled, resting against the hem of her red garment.

She was dressed in a red robe embroidered with dark gold cloud patterns; as she walked, her sleeves fluttered, making her appear like a burning flame.

Her scarlet pupils were vivid and bold, and with every step her high heels took, she moved with grace and charm, appearing like a blooming red rose—cold, elegant, and moving.

Without needing anyone to introduce her, An Lan guessed her identity.

It was none other than the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, Leng Yaozhu.