Schrödinger's Bet

The moment An Lan stepped into the private residential floor in the core area of Spirit Pagoda Headquarters, he felt as if he had returned home. As soon as he entered, he made a beeline for the living-room sofa and sank into its fluffy cushions, too lazy to move again.

As the Spirit Pagoda's vice tower master, second only to the tower master and above tens of thousands, Leng Yaozhu enjoyed the same treatment at headquarters that Leng Qingning received at the Spirit Pagoda branch in Shangling City: an entire floor of luxurious living space all to herself.

Until yesterday, that is, when a new arrival named Na'er joined them.

Na'er sat down beside An Lan, picked up the little booklet of God of Spear Insights that Leng Yaozhu had given her on the way, and flipped through it curiously.

At a single glance, her brows knitted into a tight frown. She stubbornly turned a few more pages, but soon lost interest.

She tossed the booklet aside, hopped off the sofa, and charged toward the enormous soul-guided refrigerator in the corner of the living room on her short little legs.

King Na'er never wasted time worrying. The brain cells she had just spent had to be replenished immediately with delicious food and drinks.

She bustled about like a little husky let loose to run wild, quickly opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of black, fizzy drink she had named Dragon King Happy Water. Then she strolled leisurely over to the floor-to-ceiling window.

A thin layer of frost clung to the glass bottle of Dragon King Happy Water, and a refreshing chill radiated from it.

Though she had only lived here for a day, Na'er had fallen in love with this perfect spot at first sight.

In the distance outside the window, the enormous wall stretching across the horizon was clearly visible.

Gu Yue was inside. She was outside.

"Ah~"

Na'er popped open the bottle and tipped back a big gulp of ice-cold Happy Water. Its sweet, icy refreshment slid down her throat, and she let out a satisfied, fizzy burp.

Her fingertips pressed against the cold glass bottle. The corners of her little mouth curled upward despite herself as she thought smugly, You foolish Gu Yue, just stay in the Star Dou Great Forest and drink your dew.

An Lan glanced over at Na'er, who had completely let loose and forgotten all about being the ruler of the Soul Beasts as she embraced her new life among humans. The corner of his mouth twitched.

According to the usual course of events, Gu Yuena should have just been picked up by Tang Wulin and taken home. She would have to wait three years to recover her memories before separating the side of herself that held human emotions, along with thirty percent of her power, and turning it into an independent Na'er.

After that came the most powerful divine skill in the history of Douluo Continent, known to all: Schrödinger's Bet.

Looking at the growth of the protagonists across the first three generations of Douluo Continent, making a bet was always the surest way to escape danger and gain an opportunity.

Once a bet was proposed, it took effect regardless of the other party's intelligence or strength. No one could refuse, and everyone had to abide by its terms.

But now, the plot had changed, and the astonishing bet between Na'er and Gu Yue naturally no longer existed.

It was easy to imagine that if Gu Yue ever discovered the existence of Wulin in the future, the Sea God Trident would surely streak across the sky, and the Clear Sky Hammer might even come crashing down from above...

"An Lan, what's your Martial Soul?"

Na'er finished her bottle of Happy Water in just a few gulps and set the empty bottle down to one side. Forgetting to keep mocking Gu Yue in her head, she trotted over to her new human companion with light steps.

On the way back to Spirit Pagoda Headquarters, she had already used her astonishing wisdom to figure out the precise strength of Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao from their conversation.

Three Four-Word Battle Armor Masters! And Le Lingzhao had the Angel Family backing her, too. Na'er was certain that An Lan was a top-tier second-generation human, and that he would become a reliable ally in her fight against the treacherous ministers and Gu Yue.

An Lan's thoughts were abruptly interrupted. Looking at Na'er, who had come right up to him, he picked up the little God of Spear booklet she had tossed onto the sofa and replied, "Red Edge Spear! Immortal Shield!"

"Wow! You actually have Twin Martial Souls!" Na'er exclaimed, her mouth falling open in surprise.

An Lan calmly nodded, opened the booklet in his hand, and scanned the obscure notes on spear techniques.

Great. He couldn't understand a word.

Yun Ming's talent had been peerless across the entire continent. He could grasp the essence of many spear techniques at a single glance, but for anyone else, even dedicated study might not be enough to understand them.

It was only natural that An Lan, who had never studied proper spear techniques, couldn't make sense of the insights left by this legendary powerhouse.

An Lan silently comforted himself, keeping his expression impassive.

"Hahaha, An Lan, you can't understand it either, can you?" Na'er had been secretly watching his reaction and immediately caught the confusion in his eyes. She burst out laughing.

An Lan helplessly closed the booklet and gently put it back where it had been. He was just about to change the subject when the crisp sound of high heels striking the floor came from the hallway.

Leng Yaozhu appeared first, followed by Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao. After finishing up in their rooms, they had come over at an unhurried pace.

"Little An Lan, is it all right if you stay in the room next to Na'er's?" Leng Yaozhu asked warmly, settling onto the sofa opposite him and looking at him with an affectionate smile.

An Lan nodded obediently. "I'll do whatever you say, Aunt Leng."

Leng Yaozhu nodded with satisfaction. By now, she had gotten the full story about An Lan from Leng Qingning.

Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power, and an innate spiritual power of an astonishing 250.5 points.

Needless to say, Leng Qingning had spared no praise for her precious disciple. She had claimed that the Phantom Sea Spirit Kun, which looked down on everyone else, had prostrated itself before An Lan at first sight, crying and begging to become his Soul Spirit.

Leng Yaozhu had her reservations about her niece's exaggerated tale, but An Lan's success in subduing the Phantom Sea Spirit Kun was beyond dispute.

Yesterday, Na'er had fused with a Golden Hou Soul Spirit that had nine hundred and ninety years of cultivation, which had delighted her. Now, today, she had learned that An Lan had subdued a Phantom Sea Spirit Kun with twelve hundred years of cultivation.

Both little ones were geniuses with Innate Full Soul Power. An Lan's Red Edge Spear and Na'er's Silver Dragon Spear also had much in common. With the two of them working together, they would surely be invincible across the continent.

A glimmer of hope appeared in Leng Yaozhu's eyes. Her greatest wish now was for these two direct-line geniuses of the Phoenix Family to support each other and reach the pinnacle of the continent together one day.

With that thought, she turned to Leng Qingning beside her and suggested, "Qingning, why don't you just give up the tower master position in Shangling City and stay in Shrek City from now on? When the time is right, I'll step down as vice tower master and let you take over."

She felt that if her niece stayed in Shrek City, An Lan and Na'er could spend their days together and form a bond: childhood sweethearts.

Of course, she also wanted to retire.

There were two youngsters in the family now, too. She could spend her days teasing the children. What a comfortable life that would be.

"No need." Leng Qingning gently shook her head and refused without hesitation.

She didn't even want to be the tower master of the Spirit Pagoda in Shangling City, much less become vice tower master at headquarters.

Shangling City was far from the center of power, where no one would disturb her. It was the perfect place to focus on raising her precious disciple.

"You..." Leng Yaozhu sighed helplessly, but didn't press the matter.

She knew that Qiangu Dongfeng was no gentleman. It was definitely a good thing for the future of the Phoenix Family to remain out of his sight a little longer.