Inside the Awakening Chamber.
The worry weighing on Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao's hearts finally lifted completely.
Blazing crimson light filled every inch of the room, yet it did nothing to obstruct the two Peak Douluo's vision.
Even so, they instinctively narrowed their eyes, startled by the commotion of the Martial Soul Awakening.
Le Lingzhao murmured in disbelief, "What an outrageous display... It's far more outrageous than when I awakened."
Leng Qingning felt the same. Her Amethyst Phoenix was also a top-tier Martial Soul, but the commotion during her own awakening had been like heaven and earth compared to what they were witnessing now.
There was no point even mentioning it...
"Little An Lan smells even sweeter after awakening his Martial Soul." Le Lingzhao's eyes shimmered. "My intuition tells me the compatibility between our Martial Souls must be astonishingly high."
Leng Qingning nodded slightly, purple light swirling in her eyes, with faint signs of something darker.
"I feel the same. There's an eighty percent chance An Lan has a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with each of us."
The two exchanged a smile. Everything was understood without a word.
Six years ago, when Leng Qingning retired from the Blood God Legion, her source had been gravely damaged. Her cultivation had plummeted by five levels, and she had nearly fallen out of the ranks of Titled Douluo.
Le Lingzhao's injuries had been somewhat lighter, but her foundation had still been damaged, leaving her with no hope of advancing further in this lifetime.
At the time, neither the Phoenix Family nor the Angel Family had any solution. They could only watch helplessly as the pillars of their clans faded into obscurity.
But today, six years later, not only had their injuries healed completely, their cultivation had surged against all odds, reaching its current heights. Their Martial Souls, Soul Bones, and Soul Spirits had all undergone a complete transformation.
It all began on the night they discovered that An Lan could make their Martial Souls resonate.
Purple light deep in Leng Qingning's eyes, she sighed with meaning, "He's six years old now..."
"Yes." Le Lingzhao softly echoed her, her voice wistful. "How time flies."
Their eyes were clear, yet within them shimmered a strange light that did not match their Martial Souls or their sources.
If An Lan ever caught them, Le Lingzhao would probably give the same excuse as Leng Qingning: her pupils were such a deep shade of gold that they only looked a little purple.
They had long known that their little disciple was hiding a world-shaking secret.
Especially that irresistible attraction he exerted—it simply couldn't be normal.
Even if they were the most depraved people in the world, they couldn't possibly feel anything unusual toward a baby who hadn't even been weaned.
But it brought them no harm. If anything, they were perfectly content to indulge in it.
So neither of them cared. They simply lost themselves in it, unable to pull free.
The crimson pillar of light slowly faded. An Lan suddenly opened his eyes, and his Soul Power and spiritual power surged in unison, erupting with a roar!
He raised a hand and clenched it. A long spear, dark red from end to end and engraved with ancient patterns of slaughter, appeared in his grasp. Countless details about his Martial Soul flooded into his mind like a tide.
An Lan gazed at the spear in his hand, a complicated look passing through his eyes. "This is... the Red Edge Spear!"
When he had arrived in this world and learned that his name was An Lan, he had been surprised, but hadn't thought much of it. He'd assumed his parents had each contributed one character from their names. It was a strange coincidence, but not beyond reason.
But he had never imagined that he'd somehow be connected to "An Lan, King of Trash Talk."
Somewhere beyond the veil, their fates had long been intertwined.
Leng Qingning stood quietly beside the Awakening Platform, gazing tenderly at the little figure on it, still lost in a daze.
She didn't disturb him. Instead, her gaze shifted to the dark-red spear in An Lan's palm.
"What an peerless murder weapon!"
A flicker of shock passed through Leng Qingning's eyes. She had roamed the continent for decades and seen countless weapon-type Martial Souls, but never one that radiated such terrifying killing intent.
Its aura was as deep as an abyss, as if it had truly slaughtered hundreds of millions of living beings, staining an entire world with blood and bone.
She felt that if An Lan were a god reborn, then he must be the god who ruled over desire and slaughter.
Beside her, Le Lingzhao folded her arms and studied the dark-red spear with her beautiful eyes. She racked her brains and went over it again and again, but still couldn't find even the faintest trace of the Evil-Breaking Spear in it.
"Well, would you look at that. Did the Evil-Breaking Spear really mutate this completely?"
She arched her lovely brows, staring at An Lan's Martial Soul as the smile at her lips grew wider. She was thoroughly satisfied.
With such power, his talent was sure to crush his contemporaries. He wouldn't need the Immortal Herbs for now.
Still, she couldn't let all her effort go to waste. She'd take the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well anyway and wait until her disciple needed it. By then, she should have broken through to level ninety-nine.
An Lan, standing on the Awakening Platform, was only dejected for a moment before quickly coming back to himself.
The Red Edge Spear, the Immortal Shield, An Lan, the Immortal King.
So what if they had something to do with me? Why torment myself over it?
If it involved some deeper cause and effect, there was nothing he could do to resist it. If it was merely a gift from fate, then worrying about it would be like fretting over nothing—just making trouble for himself.
Besides, he was a noble Blue Star native.
The Red Edge Spear, the Immortal Shield, and even the supreme legacy of An Lan, the Immortal King, were his. As for the karma of slaughtering the heavens and being crushed into a statue, kneeling before Sin Province, that had nothing to do with him.
"Anyway, I'm set!"
An Lan took a deep breath and calmed his mind completely.
Tang San? A mere ant at the half-step Blood Moving Realm. Was I supposed to avoid his edge?
At that moment, An Lan seemed possessed by Guan Yu. Tang San looked no better than a nobody waving a wooden marker and offering up his head. And the Abyssal Sage King, who'd been smashed to death by little Tang Hao's hammer, was no more than a chicken or a clay dog—nothing to worry about, easily crushed with a wave of his hand.
"Gods rise and fall, countless as the sands of the Ganges. I am the Immortal Emperor of Douluo!" An Lan flicked his wrist and twirled the spear. The tiny figure looked up at his two lethal masters and boasted, "Well? Pretty cool, right?"
Le Lingzhao's eyes curved into crescents as she applauded without the slightest restraint. "So cool! That's my precious disciple, Le Lingzhao's!"
Leng Qingning merely shook her head with a tender smile and teased him softly. "Oh? Then tell us, our Immortal Emperor—what's the name of that imposing Martial Soul of yours?"
"The Red Edge Spear!"
An Lan held his head high and twirled the spear again. His childish appearance, paired with that tiny, imperious air, made him all the more endearing.
An Lan was still only a six-year-old child, small and slight. The Red Edge Spear was almost as tall as he was. In Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao's eyes, he looked just like a grown son showing off his toy.
The sight of An Lan brandishing his little spear instantly hit Le Lingzhao's weakness. She hurried over and leaned down slightly, gently tapping his cheek with a fingertip. "Little An Lan is just too adorable. Come on, let your second master give you a kiss."
An Lan had long since gotten used to his two masters being unable to resist his charm. He turned his little face aside almost on reflex.
He'd already developed a muscle memory for getting kissed.
"Mwah~"
A clear kiss rang out as Le Lingzhao planted a deep kiss mark on An Lan's cheek.
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