Schrödinger's Bet

Stepping into the exclusive floor of the Spirit Pagoda headquarters' core area, An Lan felt no different than returning to his own home. He threw himself onto the living room sofa the moment he entered, sinking into the fluffy cushions, too lazy to move again.

As the Vice Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda, Leng Yaozhu stood above ten thousand people, second only to one. The treatment she enjoyed at headquarters was identical to what Leng Qingning had at the Shangling City branch of the Spirit Pagoda: she occupied an entire floor of luxury living space.

Until yesterday, when Na'er had just joined them.

Na'er sat down beside An Lan, her small, fair hands picking up the God of Spear Insights booklet that Leng Yaozhu had given her on the way. She began to flip through it with curiosity.

At just a single glance, her brows furrowed tightly. She stubbornly flipped through a few more pages, only to lose interest entirely.

Tossing the booklet aside, she hopped off the sofa and sprinted toward the large soul-guided refrigerator in the corner of the living room on her short legs.

King Na'er never suffered from internal friction; the brain cells she had just consumed had to be immediately replenished with delicious food and drink.

She moved with a whirlwind energy, much like a playful little husky. She quickly pulled open the fridge door, took out a bottle of the black carbonated beverage she had dubbed "Dragon King Happy Water," and strolled leisurely toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

A thin layer of frost clung to the glass bottle of "Dragon King Happy Water," radiating a refreshing chill.

Although she had only lived here for a single day, Na'er had fallen in love with this treasure of a spot at first sight.

In the distance outside the window, that massive, towering wall that spanned the horizon was clearly visible.

Gu Yuena was inside, and she was outside.

"Ah~"

Na'er popped the cap and tilted her head back to take a large gulp of the iced happy water. The cold, sweet sensation slid down her throat, and she let out a satisfied, bubbly burp.

Her fingertips pressed against the cold glass bottle, and the corners of her small mouth curled upward uncontrollably. She thought triumphantly in her heart: Stupid Gu Yuena, just stay in the Star Dou Great Forest and drink your dew.

An Lan turned his head to look at Na'er, who had completely let herself go, forgetting her identity as the Sovereign of Soul Beasts and embracing her new human life. His mouth couldn't help but twitch.

According to the normal trajectory, Gu Yuena should have just been picked up by Tang Wulin. She would have to wait three years to recover her memories before separating the side of her that contained human emotions, along with thirty percent of her origin power, to manifest as the independent Na'er.

After that would come the most powerful divine skill on the Douluo Continent known to all: Schrödinger's Bet.

Looking at the history of the three generations of protagonists on the Douluo Continent, betting had always been the ultimate method to turn danger into safety and obtain fortuitous encounters.

Once a bet was proposed, it would take effect regardless of the other party's intelligence or strength; no one could refuse, and it had to be fulfilled according to the rules.

But now, the plot had already changed, and the earth-shattering bet between Na'er and Gu Yuena naturally no longer existed.

One could imagine that if Gu Yuena discovered the existence of classmate Tang Wulin in the future, the Sea God's Trident would surely streak across the sky, and the Clear Sky Hammer might just descend from the heavens as well...

"An Lan, what is your Martial Soul?"

Na'er finished the bottle of happy water in a few gulps and tossed the empty bottle aside. Too busy to continue mocking Gu Yuena in her heart, she ran toward her new human companion with light, quick steps.

On the way back to the Spirit Pagoda, she had already used her world-class wisdom to figure out the specific strength of Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao from everyone's conversations.

Three Four-Word Battle Armor masters! Le Lingzhao also had an Angel Family behind her. She was certain that An Lan was a top-tier second-generation human who would surely become a reliable helper in her fight against the treacherous ministers and Gu Yuena in the future.

An Lan's train of thought was abruptly interrupted. Looking at Na'er, who had leaned in close, he picked up the God of Spear Insights booklet she had discarded on the sofa and replied, "Red Edge Spear! Immortal Shield!"

"Wow! It's actually Twin Martial Souls!" Na'er gasped in surprise.

An Lan nodded calmly and opened the booklet in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the obscure annotations on spear techniques.

Very well, he couldn't understand a single thing.

Yun Ming's talent was peerless across the entire continent; he could master the essence of many spear techniques with just a single glance. But for anyone else, even with dedicated study, they might not necessarily grasp them.

As someone who had never learned proper spear techniques, it was only natural that he couldn't understand the insights of this legendary powerhouse.

An Lan comforted himself silently in his heart, though his face remained composed.

"Hahaha, An Lan, you can't understand it either, right?" Na'er secretly watched his reaction, catching the confusion in his eyes at once, and immediately burst into laughter.

An Lan helplessly closed the booklet and placed it back where it belonged. Just as he was about to change the subject, the crisp sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed from the direction of the hallway.

Leng Yaozhu appeared first, followed closely by Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao. After tidying up the rooms, they walked over slowly.

"Little An Lan, is it alright if you stay in the room next to Na'er?" Leng Yaozhu sat on the sofa opposite An Lan with a smile, her gaze falling on him as she asked in an affectionate tone.

An Lan nodded obediently: "I'll listen to Aunt Leng."

Leng Yaozhu nodded with satisfaction. By now, she had already learned the details of An Lan's background from Leng Qingning.

Twin Martial Souls, Innate Full Soul Power, and an innate spiritual power that reached a staggering 250.5 points.

Needless to say, Leng Qingning would certainly not be stingy with her praise for her precious disciple, claiming that the Phantom Sea Spirit Kun, which was usually disdainful of others, had bowed down to An Lan upon seeing him, crying and begging to become his soul spirit.

Although Leng Yaozhu remained skeptical of her niece's exaggerated claims, the fact that An Lan had successfully subdued the Phantom Sea Spirit Kun could not be faked.

Yesterday, Na'er had fused with a 990-year-old Golden Hou soul spirit, which had already surprised her greatly. She hadn't expected to learn today that An Lan had subdued a 1,200-year-old Phantom Sea Spirit Kun.

Both of these little ones were geniuses with Innate Full Soul Power. An Lan's Red Edge Spear and Na'er's Silver Dragon Spear also shared commonalities. If the two joined forces, they would surely be invincible across the continent.

A glimmer of expectation flashed in Leng Yaozhu's eyes. Her greatest wish now was for these two direct descendants of the Phoenix Family to support each other and reach the pinnacle of the continent together.

Thinking of this, she turned to look at Leng Qingning beside her and suggested: "Qingning, why don't you just give up the position of Tower Master of Shangling City and stay in Shrek City from now on. When the time is right, I will step down as Vice Tower Master, and you can take my place."

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 and enjoy her later years.

It just so happened that there were two juniors in the family; teasing the children when there was nothing else to do would be such a comfortable life.

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

She didn't even want to be the Pagoda Master of the Spirit Pagoda in Shangling City, let alone come to the headquarters to serve as the Vice Pagoda Master.

Shangling City was far from the center of power, free from any disturbances, making it the perfect place for her to focus on nurturing her precious disciple.

"You, oh you..." Leng Yaozhu sighed helplessly, but she did not force the issue.

She knew clearly that Qiangu Dongfeng was by no means a gentleman, and for the future of the Phoenix Family, it was definitely a good thing to stay out of his sight for a little longer.