So I'm this An Lan

Inside the awakening room.

Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao finally felt their suspended hearts settle.

The dazzling crimson light filled every corner of the room, yet it could not in the slightest obstruct the vision of these two peak Titled Douluo.

Even so, they subconsciously squinted their eyes, startled by the commotion of this martial soul awakening.

Le Lingzhao murmured in a daze: "Such an exaggerated aura... It's far more exaggerated than when I awakened back then."

Leng Qingning felt the same; her Amethyst Phoenix was also a top-tier martial soul, but the commotion during her own awakening was like heaven and earth compared to the scene before them.

Better not to mention it...

"Little An Lan smells even better after his martial soul awakened." A brilliant light flickered in Le Lingzhao's eyes. "My intuition tells me that the Martial Soul Fusion Skill compatibility between us must be shockingly high."

Leng Qingning nodded slightly, purple light swirling in her eyes, with faint signs of corruption.

"I have the same feeling. There is an eighty percent chance that An Lan has a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with both of us."

The two looked at each other and smiled; everything was understood without a word.

Six years ago, when Leng Qingning retired from the Blood God Legion, her origin was severely damaged, her cultivation forcibly dropped by five levels, and she nearly fell out of the ranks of Titled Douluo.

Although Le Lingzhao's injuries were slightly lighter, her foundation was also damaged, leaving her with no hope of advancing further in this life.

At that time, both the Phoenix Family and the Angel Family were helpless, forced to watch the pillars of their clans fade away in sorrow.

Yet today, six years later, not only had their injuries completely healed, but their cultivation had surged against the odds to reach their current heights; their martial souls, soul bones, and soul spirits had all undergone a rebirth.

Everything, every single thing, could be traced back to that night they discovered An Lan could resonate with their martial souls.

Leng Qingning's purple eyes grew deep, and she sighed with hidden meaning: "He's six years old now..."

"Indeed." Le Lingzhao echoed softly, her tone lingering. "Time truly flies."

The two women's eyes were clear, yet they flickered with a strange radiance that did not match their martial souls or their origins.

If An Lan were to catch them, Le Lingzhao would likely use the same excuse as Leng Qingning—that her pupils were too deep a gold, making them look somewhat purple.

They had long known that their little disciple harbored a heaven-shaking secret.

Especially that irresistible attraction; it was absolutely not normal.

To take a step back, even if they were perverse, it would be impossible to develop strange feelings for an unweaned infant.

But this held no harm for the two; on the contrary, it made them willing to indulge.

Thus, they didn't care at all, simply sinking into it, unable to extricate themselves.

The crimson pillar of light slowly dissipated. An Lan suddenly opened his eyes, his internal soul power and spiritual power surging in sync, erupting with a boom!

He raised his hand and gripped; a spear, entirely dark red and engraved with ancient killing patterns, appeared in his hand. Countless pieces of information regarding his martial soul flooded into his mind like a tide.

An Lan looked at the spear in his hand, a flash of complexity crossing his eyes: "This is... Red Edge Spear!"

When he arrived in this world and learned his name was An Lan, he was surprised but didn't think much of it, assuming it was just one character taken from each of his parents' names. While coincidental, it was within reason.

Yet he never expected that he would actually be linked to the "King of Trash Talk" An Lan.

In the dark, the karma had long been destined.

Leng Qingning stood quietly by the awakening platform, her gaze resting gently on the small, distracted figure on the stage.

She did not disturb him, her gaze shifting instead to the dark red spear in An Lan's palm.

"What a peerless weapon of slaughter!"

A trace of shock flashed in Leng Qingning's eyes. She had traversed the continent for decades and seen countless tool martial souls, but she had never seen one that could emit such a terrifying aura of slaughter.

That aura was as deep as an abyss, as if it had truly slaughtered hundreds of millions of lives, staining an entire world with blood and bone.

She felt that if An Lan were a god reincarnated, he must be the god who presided over desire and slaughter.

Beside her, Le Lingzhao crossed her arms, her beautiful eyes also examining the dark red spear. After racking her brains and recalling countless times, she still couldn't see a shadow of the Evil-Breaking Spear in it.

"Good fellow, has the Evil-Breaking Spear mutated this thoroughly?"

Her beautiful eyes lifted, staring at An Lan's martial soul, the smile on her lips growing increasingly intense, her heart extremely satisfied.

With such an aura, his talent must suppress the current generation; he wouldn't need the immortal herbs for now.

However, she couldn't let her hard work go to waste; the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well still had to be seized. She would wait until her disciple needed it; by then, she should have broken through to level ninety-nine.

An Lan, on the awakening platform, was only lost in thought for a moment before quickly regaining his composure.

Red Edge Spear, Immortal Shield, Immortal King An Lan.

So what if it relates to me? Why seek trouble for myself?

If it involved deeper levels of karma, he was powerless to resist; if it were merely a gift of destiny, then worrying about it was just unnecessary anxiety, troubling himself for nothing.

Besides, he was a noble person from the Blue Star.

The Red Edge Spear, the Immortal Shield, and even the supreme legacy of the Immortal King An Lan were his; as for the karma of slaughtering the nine heavens and being suppressed as a statue kneeling before the Sin Province, that had nothing to do with him.

"In any case, I'm set!"

An Lan took a deep breath and completely gathered his focus.

Tang San, a mere ant at the half-step Blood-Moving Realm, and I should avoid his edge?

At this moment, An Lan looked as if he were possessed by Guan Yu, viewing that Tang San as nothing more than a man offering his head for the taking. Let alone the Abyssal Holy Monarch, who was hammered to death by that insignificant Tang Hao; he was simply a clay chicken or a pottery dog, not worth mentioning, and could be crushed with a wave of a hand.

"Gods perish and vanish, numerous as the sands of the Ganges, for I am the Immortal Emperor of Douluo!" An Lan gave his wrist a light flick, spinning his spear, and his small figure looked up at his two masters, boasting, "How about it? Cool, right?"

Le Lingzhao's eyes curved into crescents, and she clapped in support without reservation: "Cool as can be! As expected of my, Le Lingzhao's, precious disciple!"

Leng Qingning shook her head gently, teasing him in a soft voice: "Oh? Our Immortal Emperor, why don't you tell us the name of this imposing martial soul of yours?"

"Red Edge Spear!"

An Lan held his head high and chest out, spinning his spear once more. That childish appearance, paired with his tiny, disdainful aura, was exceptionally endearing.

At this moment, An Lan was still only a six-year-old child. His frame was thin and small, and the Red Edge Spear was about as tall as he was. To Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao, he looked exactly like a beloved son showing off a new toy.

An Lan waving his little long spear instantly struck a chord with Le Lingzhao. She stepped forward quickly, leaned down slightly, and tapped An Lan's cheek with her fingertip: "Little An Lan is too cute, let the Second Master give you a kiss."

An Lan had long since grown accustomed to his two masters being unable to resist his charm, and he turned his little face to the side almost out of reflex.

He had developed muscle memory for being kissed.

"Muah~"

A crisp kissing sound rang out as Le Lingzhao planted a firm kiss on An Lan's face.