Silver Dragon Spear

"Aunt."

"Aunt Leng."

Two distinctly different forms of address came from the three master and disciples. Le Lingzhao, like An Lan, both called Leng Yaozhu "Aunt Leng."

Na'er, who was busy gnawing on a chicken wishbone, swallowed the meat in her mouth upon hearing this. With a bit of grease still clinging to the corner of her mouth, she added vaguely, "Aunt Leng."

"Just eat your food." Seeing this, Leng Yaozhu shook her head and chuckled.

She reached out to tap Na'er on the forehead, then turned to Le Lingzhao with a gentle tone: "Lingzhao, it has been a long time."

"Aunt Leng, why are you here?" Le Lingzhao, who was very close with Leng Yaozhu, asked curiously.

Leng Yaozhu glanced at Na'er, who was still burying her head in her meal, her tone filled with a mix of amusement and exasperation: "I just took on a disciple yesterday, and she ran off today. How could I not follow her?"

Le Lingzhao scanned Na'er and laughed in surprise: "Is this little girl really your disciple?"

Leng Yaozhu nodded lightly, rubbing her brow in resignation.

She never imagined that Na'er would run all this way just to eat these chicken wishbones, which were sold with a half-catty bonus for every catty purchased.

"Is this little An Lan? He's grown so much." Leng Yaozhu's gaze fell on An Lan, filled with affection.

"Aunt Leng." An Lan called out sweetly again, offering a smile as innocent as the King of Litang.

"What a good boy." Leng Yaozhu reached out to stroke his hair.

The Phoenix Family had always been sparse in numbers. In her eyes, An Lan—a boy with a clean background who had been raised by her own niece—was the most direct of the direct line.

Besides, she didn't want to be called "Grandma" by An Lan, so she didn't dwell on his choice of address.

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to Leng Qingning, opening her arms to give her a solid hug: "You silly girl, you didn't even come to see me when you arrived in Shrek City."

"I just haven't had the chance yet," Leng Qingning explained, her cheeks flushing slightly.

At her current age, she would be a grandmother in any ordinary family, yet Leng Yaozhu still treated her like a child.

"Not bad, your cultivation has already surpassed your aunt's." Leng Yaozhu released her, crossing her arms with a meaningful, teasing tone. "And you kept your lips sealed tight."

She had been stuck at level ninety-eight longer than Leng Qingning had been alive, and with recent signs of a breakthrough, it wasn't difficult for her to sense the cultivation levels of Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao.

Seeing that both women had recovered from their old ailments and that their cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, catching up to her own, Leng Yaozhu felt a sense of relief before beginning to "settle the score."

Six whole years—they had managed to hide such a major matter even from her.

"Isn't this why I came to bring you good news?" Leng Qingning defended herself stubbornly.

The extreme bottleneck that had plagued her for decades had finally loosened, her niece had broken through the limit ahead of her, and on top of that, she had taken in a genius disciple with Innate Full Soul Power. This was a triple—no, a quadruple blessing!

An Lan had just awakened his martial soul, and his soul power had already reached level thirteen; he was clearly also blessed with Innate Full Soul Power.

With so many good things happening at once, Leng Yaozhu's good mood was written all over her face; she had no heart left to hold a grudge.

On the other side, Na'er had already polished off two pots of chicken wishbones.

Although she was far from full, her cravings had been satisfied.

She smacked her lips, still wanting more, as her peerless wisdom overcame her peerless appetite and took the upper hand.

Those rebellious ministers are all fair-weather friends, she thought indignantly. Seeing that I inherited little power, they refuse to stand by me. They are truly blind.

She was isolated and helpless, and Di Tian might jump out at any moment to drag her back to fuse with Gu Yue.

The two people before her didn't seem any weaker than her newly acquired teacher...

Na'er's eyes darted around, and she instantly had an idea.

She would build a good relationship with these humans first, so that in the future, she could use them to drive away the wolves and tigers, buying herself time to grow.

With that, she leaned forward and spoke in a crisp voice: "Hello, beautiful big sister! Hello, junior fellow apprentice! My name is Na'er, my martial soul is the Silver Dragon Spear, and I am the teacher's newly accepted disciple."

Before the words had even faded, a light flashed in her palm, and a cold, gleaming silver spear appeared in her hand.

Na'er tilted her little face up, filled with pride.

She had inherited not only peerless wisdom but also peerless power. This Silver Dragon Spear was enough to earn her respect.

She thought to herself, Stupid Gu Yue, don't think you can devour me so easily. It's not yet decided who will have the last laugh!

"How bold!" An Lan was furious.

A mere Silver Dragon King, and she dared to try and ride on top of him?

He immediately wanted to summon his Red Edge Spear to clash with Na'er's Silver Dragon Spear.

Just then, a slight spatial fluctuation appeared not far away.

The expressions of Leng Yaozhu and the others shifted slightly. Almost simultaneously, they shielded An Lan and Na'er behind them, their soul power circulating as they went on high alert.

An Lan poked his head out from behind Le Lingzhao and followed their gaze, only to see a man and a woman approaching.

The man was dressed in white, his temperament gentle and scholarly; the woman wore a water-green dress, her face exquisitely beautiful, and she held the man's arm affectionately, a rich aura of life swirling around her.

"Holy Spirit Douluo Yali."

With just one glance, An Lan confirmed the woman's identity.

In Shrek City, there was no one else who possessed such a rich aura of life besides Ya Li.

The one who could accompany her so intimately was naturally the continent's number one powerhouse, known for "supporting the heavens above and probing the netherworld below," the Sky-Prop Douluo Yun Ming!

The moment Na'er summoned her martial soul, Yun Ming felt a mysterious opportunity, as if something of great importance was calling out to him.

He immediately brought Ya Li along and followed the aura to arrive here.

He just hadn't expected to run into Leng Yaozhu, along with Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao, at this location.

"Someone beat me to it." Yun Ming frowned slightly, instantly grasping the situation before him.

His eyes locked tightly onto Na'er, realizing that this little girl was the key.

A spear martial soul with Innate Full Soul Power—she was simply too perfect to inherit his mantle.

However, his relationship with Leng Yaozhu was complicated, and he truly lacked the face to speak up.

With such a genius, Leng Yaozhu would certainly not let go easily.

Na'er did not retract her martial soul; thinking that Di Tian had come to kill them, she stepped forward in the opposite direction, shielding all four people, including An Lan, behind her.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Yun Ming's gaze remained locked on Na'er as he pondered how to take her away; Ya Li, meanwhile, noticed the little one peeking out from behind Le Lingzhao.

In An Lan's features, she caught a glimpse of a bright junior from the past, and a sense of melancholy could not help but ripple through her heart.

But in an instant, Ya Li regained her composure.

She sensed the importance Yun Ming placed on the little girl behind An Lan and understood the thorniness of the situation, yet she still let out a soft laugh, taking the initiative to break the stagnant atmosphere.

"Long time no see, Yaozhu."