Silver Dragon Spear

"Aunt."

"Aunt Leng."

Two entirely different forms of address came from the three people, as Le Lingzhao and An Lan both called Leng Yaozhu "Aunt Leng."

Hearing them, Na'er, who had been gnawing on a chicken cartilage bone, hurriedly swallowed the meat in her mouth. A little grease still clung to the corner of her lips as she mumbled, "Aunt Leng."

"Just keep eating." Seeing her, Leng Yaozhu shook her head with a laugh.

She reached out and tapped Na'er on the forehead, then turned to Le Lingzhao and said warmly, "Lingzhao, it's been a long time."

"Aunt Leng, what brings you here?" Le Lingzhao asked curiously. She was quite familiar with Leng Yaozhu.

Leng Yaozhu glanced at Na'er, who was still burying her head in food, and said with helpless amusement, "I only took her in as a disciple yesterday, and she ran off today. How could I not follow her?"

Le Lingzhao looked Na'er up and down and laughed in disbelief. "This little girl really is your disciple?"

Leng Yaozhu nodded and helplessly rubbed her brow.

She never would have imagined that Na'er had traveled all this way just to eat the chicken cartilage bones that came with an extra half-pound for every pound purchased.

"Is this little An Lan? Look how much he's grown." Leng Yaozhu's gaze fell on An Lan, full of affection.

"Aunt Leng." An Lan called sweetly once more, then gave her a smile as guileless as King of Litang's.

"What a good boy." Leng Yaozhu reached out and patted his hair.

The Phoenix Family had always been small, and An Lan—whose background was spotless and who had been raised by her niece herself—was, in her eyes, the very heart of the family's direct line.

Besides, she didn't want An Lan calling her "Grandma," so she didn't dwell on how he addressed her.

Only then did she turn her attention to Leng Qingning. Opening her arms, she gave her a firm hug. "You little rascal. You came to Shrek City and didn't even bother to visit me."

"I just haven't had the chance yet," Leng Qingning explained, though her cheeks turned faintly red.

At her age, she could have been a grandmother in an ordinary family, yet Leng Yaozhu still treated her like a child.

"Not bad. Your cultivation has already surpassed your aunt's." Leng Yaozhu let her go and folded her arms, her tone carrying a teasing hint of deeper meaning. "And you've been pretty tight-lipped, too."

She had been stuck at Level 98 longer than Leng Qingning had been alive. Recently, she had sensed that another breakthrough was near, so it wasn't difficult for her to gauge the cultivation of Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao.

Seeing that both women had recovered completely and that their cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, catching up with her, Leng Yaozhu felt relieved. Then she began to "demand an explanation."

They had kept such a major matter from her for a whole six years.

"Isn't this me coming to share the good news with you?" Leng Qingning argued stubbornly.

The bottleneck that had troubled her for decades had finally loosened; her niece had broken through the limit before her; and she had taken in a genius disciple with Innate Full Soul Power. Three joys—no, four joys—had come all at once!

An Lan had only just awakened his Martial Soul, yet his Soul Power was already at Level 13. He was clearly born with Innate Full Soul Power.

With so many good things happening at once, Leng Yaozhu's delight was plain to see. How could she have any mind to hold a grudge?

Meanwhile, Na'er had already polished off two pots of chicken cartilage bones.

She was still far from full, but her craving had been satisfied.

She smacked her lips, content. Her peerless wisdom had defeated her peerless appetite and come out on top.

Those treacherous ministers are all fence-sitters. They saw that I inherited less power, so they refused to side with me. They're blind as bats.

She was all alone, and Di Tian could show up at any moment to drag her back and fuse her with Gu Yue.

The two people in front of her didn't seem any weaker than her newly accepted teacher...

Na'er's eyes darted about, and she instantly came up with a plan.

She would make friends with these humans first. Later, she could set the wolves against the tigers and buy herself time to grow.

So she stepped closer and spoke in a clear, bright voice. "Hello, pretty sister! Hello, senior nephew! My name is Na'er. My Martial Soul is the Silver Dragon Spear, and I'm Teacher's new disciple."

Before she had even finished speaking, light flashed in her palm, and a silver spear gleaming with a cold light appeared in her hand.

Na'er lifted her little face, brimming with pride.

She had inherited not only peerless wisdom, but peerless strength as well. The Silver Dragon Spear was enough to make others take her seriously.

Foolish Gu Yue, don't think you can devour me so easily. It's still anyone's game!

"How dare you!" An Lan flew into a rage.

A mere Silver Dragon King actually thought she could lord it over him?

He immediately wanted to summon the Red Edge Spear and cross weapons with Na'er's Silver Dragon Spear.

Just then, a faint ripple in space suddenly appeared not far away.

Leng Yaozhu and the others' expressions shifted. Almost simultaneously, they stepped in front of An Lan and Na'er, Soul Power surging around them as they went on full alert.

An Lan peeked out from behind Le Lingzhao and followed everyone's gaze. Two people had arrived, a man and a woman.

The man wore white robes and had a gentle, refined air. The woman wore a flowing water-green dress. Her beautiful face was breathtaking, and she held the man's arm affectionately, a rich aura of life swirling around her.

"Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li."

With a single glance, An Lan identified the woman.

In Shrek City, no one else possessed such a rich aura of life. It could only be Ya Li.

And the man who accompanied her so closely was none other than Sky-Prop Douluo Yun Ming, the strongest person on the continent, said to "support the heavens above and probe the Nether below"!

The instant Na'er summoned her Martial Soul, Yun Ming had sensed a mysterious calling, as though something important were beckoning him.

He immediately brought Ya Li and followed the aura here.

He simply hadn't expected to run into Leng Yaozhu, as well as Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao.

Someone beat me to her. Yun Ming furrowed his brow slightly, instantly understanding the situation.

His eyes remained fixed on Na'er. He knew that this little girl was the key.

A spear Martial Soul and Innate Full Soul Power—she was perfectly suited to inherit his legacy.

But his relationship with Leng Yaozhu was complicated, and he truly had no face to ask.

With a genius like this, Leng Yaozhu surely wouldn't let her go easily.

Na'er didn't put away her Martial Soul. Thinking Di Tian had come for her, she stepped forward in the opposite direction and shielded all four people, including An Lan, behind her.

The atmosphere froze at once.

Yun Ming kept his gaze fixed on Na'er, wondering how he could take her away. Ya Li, meanwhile, noticed the little fellow peeking out from behind Le Lingzhao.

In An Lan's features, she saw the shadow of a bright young person from her past, and a trace of melancholy rose in her heart.

But Ya Li quickly came back to herself.

She sensed how much Yun Ming valued the little girl behind An Lan, and understood how difficult the situation was. Still, she chuckled softly and took the initiative to break the tense silence.

"It's been a long time, Yaozhu."