A Win-Win-Win

After this ordeal, Na'er had taken quite a hit to her nerves. She simply tossed the Soul Guidance Phone aside and stopped scrolling through all the entries about Huo Yuhao.

Though An Lan's eyes and ears had suffered an undeserved calamity, he thought it over and realized that the thing had been so horrifying that merely looking at it took tremendous courage. Bai Zhicen had actually put on a live performance just to tease them. Compared to his, her loss had been much greater.

Thinking of it that way, An Lan felt better.

Once he had calmed down, he looked at Bai Zhicen and asked, "Sister Xiao Bai, how did Aunt Leng agree to let you and Sister Dabai come back to Shangling City with us?"

Bai Zhicen had no idea that Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao, seated in the front cabin of the mecha, had seen everything she had just done.

After a brief bout of gloom, she had recovered. At his question, she immediately moved back beside her older sister, Bai Haoze, and replied, "Her Excellency Heavenly Phoenix said it's only a two-hour trip from Shrek City to Shangling City. With my sister and me along, we can escort you and Na'er between the two places whenever needed."

Seeing that Na'er was determined to go to Shangling City, Leng Yaozhu had no choice but to agree.

Still, she had a clever little plan of her own.

She couldn't order Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao around whenever she pleased and have them make a special trip to escort someone back to Shrek City. But getting Bai Haoze and Bai Zhicen to do it was easy as could be.

Having the sisters come along would, first, let Na'er go to Shangling City; second, allow Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao to help her look after the children; and third, once she had some free time, let the sisters escort An Lan and Na'er back to Shrek City whenever necessary.

That way, not only had Na'er not gotten lost, but Leng Qingning's precious disciple could also be brought back from time to time.

By her calculations, she'd come out ahead three times over. It was a win-win-win.

As she spoke, Bai Zhicen couldn't help looking smug. She lifted her chin at An Lan and Na'er. "You two little rascals, put those little schemes away. Don't think you can slack off and cut corners. Starting today, my sister and I are your guardians too. When Her Excellency Purple Phoenix and Her Excellency Judgment are too busy to keep an eye on you, we'll make sure you behave."

She couldn't wait to watch these two officially plunge into the deep waters of a Soul Master's life.

Besides, she'd seen with her own eyes that An Lan and Na'er had one more absurd talent than the other. Once they reached the pinnacle of the continent, she could ride their coattails and make a name for herself across the land.

Just like Big S... Bah, what a jinx.

"Sister Xiao Bai, what can you teach us? The Haodong Three Ultimates?"

"Sister Xiao Bai, what level are you and Sister Dabai now? Can you protect Na'er and me?"

Na'er and An Lan spoke almost at the same time.

Na'er was deliberately teasing Bai Zhicen, while An Lan was genuinely curious about the current levels of the Azure-Eyed and Jade-Eyed sisters.

Bai Zhicen chose to ignore Na'er's teasing. When she heard An Lan ask about their levels, she immediately puffed out her chest, brimming with confidence. "Soul Saint, level 73. My sister and I together could give even an ordinary Titled Douluo a run for their money."

Bai Haoze's voice followed right after. "Soul Saint, level 74. Zhicen's right."

The sisters were both brimming with confidence.

With their current strength, putting on Two-Word Battle Armor would raise their combat power straight to the peak Soul Douluo level.

All they had to do was wait for their secondary professions to reach Level 7, and they could upgrade their Two-Word Battle Armor to Three-Word Battle Armor. Then their individual strength would be enough to put them among the Titled Douluo.

The two of them, at the Titled Douluo level, could then join forces to use their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, "Instant Light," and defeat quite a number of Super Douluo on the continent.

Against Soul Masters without Battle Armor, they'd dare to trade blows with anyone below the Limit Douluo level—even someone at Level 98.

The trouble was, that was how Battle Armor worked. They had it, but so did everyone else, and their advantages canceled each other out.

So they still couldn't be completely confident when facing experts above the Super Douluo level.

Still, below level 95, they were invincible—except against one cheat of a fighter who had Four-Word Battle Armor and a God-Rank Mecha at level 94.

"Really?" An Lan looked astonished, then asked, "What level have your secondary professions reached?"

Bai Haoze, the Azure-Eyed one, smiled. "I'm a Level 6 Mecha Designer."

Bai Zhicen, the Jade-Eyed one, followed. "I'm an almost-Level-7 Mecha Manufacturer."

At that, An Lan's lips curled into a teasing smile. "Sister Xiao Bai, you should learn from Sister Dabai. Level 6 is Level 6. Why call yourself almost Level 7?"

"I'm a Level 6 Mecha Manufacturer at the peak, just one step away from Level 7. Why can't I call myself almost Level 7?" Bai Zhicen retorted, her pretty face flushing with indignation.

A moment ago, she'd thought An Lan was more sensible and lovable than Na'er. Now she thought the kid was just as annoying.

"All right, all right, you're an almost-Level-7 Mecha Manufacturer." An Lan placated her offhandedly, then abruptly changed the subject. "Almost Level 7 means you still can't make Three-Word Battle Armor, so you're still only a Two-Word Battle Armor Master, right?"

Bai Zhicen nodded without hesitation. "Yeah. What about it?"

An Lan immediately put on a scornful expression and gave a soft snort. "What about it? Sister Xiao Bai, your Soul Power is already level 73. It's not like you only just became a Soul Saint, is it?"

Before Bai Zhicen could answer, he pressed her further, his tone carrying a hint of mockery. "You've been a Soul Saint for so long, yet you're still only a Two-Word Battle Armor Master. Is becoming a Level 7 Mecha Manufacturer that hard? Is becoming a Three-Word Battle Armor Master that hard? Have you ever reflected on yourself? Have you even worked hard to study your secondary profession?"

Bai Zhicen: "..."

Furious! Trembling! Freezing!

So what if her secondary profession was Level 6? So what if she was a Two-Word Battle Armor Master? Was she eating his family's rice?

She took back everything she'd said. An Lan was just as annoying as Na'er, a little brat straight out of a demon's womb.

An Lan leisurely picked up the yogurt nearby and took a long sip before leisurely continuing, "How about this? I'll set you a goal."

He spread his hand, holding up five fingers, and said with a serious expression, "Five months. I'll give you five months to become a Level 7 Mecha Manufacturer, then one year to upgrade your Two-Word Battle Armor to Three-Word Battle Armor and officially become a Three-Word Battle Armor Master."

Bai Zhicen had been the one who was supposed to supervise An Lan and Na'er's training and studies. But now An Lan had turned the tables, solemnly assigning Bai Zhicen a task instead.

Seeing this, Bai Zhicen was instantly furious. She knew An Lan was deliberately provoking her, but she was still an adult. She didn't want this little brat to laugh at her.

Agreeing to the goal would mean falling for his trap. Being given a task by a six-year-old would be laughable if word got out. But refusing would mean backing down, and those two little demons would tease her about it for ages.

For a moment, Bai Zhicen was caught between a rock and a hard place.

She regretted showing off in front of those two little ones.