Teacher, You're Blocking My Progress!

For ordinary spirit masters, entering the Spirit Ascension Platform is as difficult as ascending to heaven. If one fails to achieve their goal, it is a total loss, and there is no such thing as exiting without cause.

However, An Lan had no such concerns. To him, what were quotas? Wasn't the Spirit Ascension Platform a place one could enter whenever they pleased?

Therefore, he had no intention of deliberately seeking spirit elevation.

She was fuming... Bai Zhicen's fists were clenched, and she muttered to herself: Aren't you just rich, powerful, and well-connected? You have good talent and will be handsome when you grow up, but besides that, what do you have? Do you dare to go out and suffer a little?

In a fit of pique, she gave up on An Lan and went to tease Na'er instead.

After finishing off the white-haired girl, An Lan slowly stood up from the metal pod and raised his hand to stretch his neck.

The fierce battle in the Spirit Ascension Platform had not left him looking weary; on the contrary, his eyes were even brighter.

He felt smug inside: So what if I don't know spear techniques? I have stats!

Even if I carry the Abyss on my back and need one hand to suppress Haozi, I, An Lan, am still invincible in this world!

Just then, Leng Qingning walked over with a gentle smile in her eyes. She reached out and ruffled his hair: "Look at how you've angered Xiao Bai!"

An Lan gave a shy smile at these words. He didn't say anything, just obediently letting her ruffle his hair, looking well-behaved and sensible.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Let Na'er and little An Lan have a good day of relaxation. In the coming years, it won't be this easy for them anymore."

Leng Yaozhu chuckled and shook her head, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, making her face look even more vibrant.

She turned around first, her heels clicking elegantly as she walked out of the spirit transmission room.

It is a good thing for a disciple to be exceptionally gifted, but when a disciple is too heaven-defying, the teacher feels pressured, as if they don't know where to begin.

Leng Yaozhu had originally planned to help her niece Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao carefully map out An Lan's subsequent training plan.

But looking at it now, she decided to forget it.

Na'er alone was enough to give her a headache; she would leave An Lan to them to worry about.

"What? You want to go to Shangling City?"

The afternoon was leisurely. After Na'er finished her lunch and had an extra serving with her meal tray, she found Leng Yaozhu in the study with a round, full belly.

Seeing her walk in with such a serious expression, Leng Yaozhu was just about to ask what was wrong when the girl's words made her expression change instantly.

"What? You want to go to Shangling City?"

Leng Yaozhu's eyes were filled with disbelief as she let out a hysterical roar.

The disciple she had only just acquired three days ago wanted to go to Shangling City, thousands of miles away, instead of studying diligently under her? How could this be allowed?

If the disciple left, what would that make her, the teacher?

Leng Yaozhu didn't even think about it; her first reaction was to refuse.

Na'er had been comforting herself before coming here, thinking that they were all family and it wouldn't matter where she was, but seeing Leng Yaozhu's intense reaction, she immediately felt guilty.

She nervously clutched the corner of her shirt, her silver eyes blinking, and she softened her voice to act spoiled: "Aunt Leng~"

"Call me Master!" Leng Yaozhu corrected her in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master." Na'er didn't argue at all and changed her address very obediently.

Looking at Na'er's well-behaved appearance, Leng Yaozhu felt a sense of frustration with nowhere to vent.

She reached up to rub her throbbing temples, sighing inwardly: The disciple wasn't snatched away by Yun Ming, but instead, she's being lured away by my niece and Lingzhao. What kind of situation is this?

She took a deep breath to suppress her chaotic thoughts, softened her tone, and asked: "Tell me, why do you want to go to Shangling City? You must give me a reason."

In truth, Na'er just felt that An Lan smelled good and didn't want to be separated from him, but she certainly couldn't tell Leng Yaozhu such an absurd reason.

Her eyes darted around, and she put on a serious face, explaining: "Master, it's like this. Today, when An Lan and I were elevating our spirits in the Spirit Ascension Platform, my Silver Dragon Spear reacted strongly to his Red Edge Spear. I suspect that a Martial Soul Fusion Skill exists between us."

At this point, she paused, secretly glancing up to observe Leng Yaozhu's expression. Seeing her nod slightly, clearly having taken it in, she continued, her tone becoming even more earnest: "A Martial Soul Fusion Skill requires sufficient martial soul compatibility, mutual trust, and a meeting of minds. If An Lan returns to Shangling City alone, how can we build a bond when we are so far apart? Without a bond, wouldn't the Martial Soul Fusion Skill be wasted?"

Finally, a flash of cunning crossed her eyes, and she immediately put on a pitiful, reluctant look, gazing at Leng Yaozhu mournfully: "Of course, if Master could keep An Lan in Shrek City, that would naturally be better. After all, who would want to go to a small place like Shangling City when they could stay in a big city like Shrek City?"

"I don't want to leave you either, Master, but I don't want to delay my cultivation, and I'm afraid of making things difficult for you."

The way she phrased it made it seem as if she were leaving in pain for the sake of her cultivation and to avoid inconveniencing her teacher. It wasn't that she wanted to ditch her teacher to run off with a friend she had only known for two days.

Leng Yaozhu was amused to the point of laughter. She could tell at a glance that Na'er was acting, but looking at the serious silver-haired ball in front of her, she couldn't bring herself to be angry.

Qingning and Lingzhao certainly wouldn't be willing to hand their precious disciple over to her for training. Na'er knew how to use those two to block her mouth; aside from eating, she wasn't entirely useless.

"What you say makes sense." Leng Yaozhu's red hair flowed like a waterfall. She took a deep breath, her beautiful figure rising and falling with her breathing. Seeing Na'er's eyes light up, thinking she had persuaded her, she changed the subject. "However..."

A faint smile curled the corners of her lips as she continued: "However, wanting a Martial Soul Fusion Skill is not a reason for you to follow An Lan to Shangling City."

"Na'er, you are only six years old now. Even if you wait five years, you will only be eleven. You are so young."

Mentioning age, a hint of emotion flickered in Leng Yaozhu's eyes.

She quickly composed herself and earnestly advised: "Just five years. Spend these five years learning peacefully by my side. Once you have built a solid foundation, it won't be too late to go find little An Lan to study the Martial Soul Fusion Skill."

"That's too late." Upon hearing this, Na'er shook her head vigorously.

She had clearly done her homework and had her arguments ready, stating firmly: "My goal is for my martial soul compatibility with An Lan to exceed ninety percent. The sooner we are together, the easier it is to improve that compatibility."

"Master, you are hindering my progress!"

Leng Yaozhu's mouth twitched at these words. She was even being accused of hindering progress? Was this still the same Na'er who had traveled all the way to the inner city of Shrek just for a piece of chicken cartilage?

Compared to this sharp-tongued little disciple who was intent on ditching her teacher to run off on her own, Leng Yaozhu actually missed the Na'er from before, who cared about nothing but food.