Three Wins

After this ordeal, Na'er felt quite shaken, so she simply tossed her Soul Guidance Phone aside, no longer bothering to scroll through the entries and data regarding Huo Yuhao.

Although An Lan had suffered collateral damage to his eyes and ears, he realized upon reflection that Bai Zhicen had personally performed a spectacle that would normally require immense courage just to witness, all just to amuse them. By comparison, her loss was far greater.

Thinking this, An Lan felt relieved.

Once his emotions settled, he looked at Bai Zhicen and asked, "Sister Xiaobai, how did Aunt Leng agree to let you and Sister Dabai accompany us back to Shangling City?"

Bai Zhicen was completely unaware that her recent antics had been observed by Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao from the front cabin of the mecha.

After a brief moment of emo, she recovered, immediately moving to lean back beside her sister, Bai Haoze, and replied, "His Excellency Heavenly Phoenix said that it is only a two-hour journey from Shrek City to Shangling City. With me and my sister accompanying you, we can escort you and Na'er back and forth at any time."

Leng Yaozhu had seen that Na'er was determined to go to Shangling City, and having no other choice, she could only agree.

However, she had a clever plan in mind.

It was not easy for her to dispatch Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao to send people back to Shrek City specifically, but ordering the sisters Bai Haoze and Bai Zhicen was as convenient as it could get.

Having the two accompany them served three purposes: first, it fulfilled Na'er's wish to go to Shangling City; second, it allowed Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao to help her look after the children; and third, whenever she had time, she could have the sisters escort An Lan and Na'er back to Shrek City.

In this way, not only would Na'er not be lost, but Leng Qingning's precious disciple could also be brought back frequently.

By this calculation, she won three times over—a triple-win situation.

As Bai Zhicen spoke, a look of smugness appeared on her face, and she tilted her chin at An Lan and Na'er: "You two little ones, tuck away your little schemes and don't think about slacking off. From today on, my sister and I are your guardians too. When His Excellency Purple Phoenix and His Excellency Judgment are too busy to look after you, we will be keeping a close eye on you."

At this moment, she was already impatient to see these two officially step into the grueling life of a soul master.

Moreover, she had seen with her own eyes that An Lan and Na'er's talents were more monstrous than the last. Once these two reached the pinnacle of the continent, she could ride their coattails and become famous throughout the land.

Just like that big s... ptooey, how unlucky.

"Sister Xiaobai, what can you teach us? Is it the Haodong Three Ultimates?"

"Sister Xiaobai, what is your and Sister Dabai's current cultivation level? Can you really protect me and Na'er?"

Na'er and An Lan's voices rang out almost simultaneously.

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

Bai Zhicen selectively ignored Na'er's jab. Hearing An Lan ask about their cultivation, she immediately puffed out her chest, her tone filled with absolute confidence: "Level 73 Soul Saint. If my sister and I join forces, even an ordinary Title Douluo might not be our match."

Bai Haoze's voice followed immediately: "Level 74 Soul Saint, Zhicen is right."

Both sisters were full of confidence.

With their current strength, once they donned their Two-Word Battle Armor, their combat power could soar directly to the level of a peak Soul Douluo.

They only needed to break through to Level 7 in their sub-professions to upgrade their Two-Word Battle Armor to Three-Word Battle Armor; at that point, their individual combat power would step into the ranks of Title Douluo.

If the two of them, at the Title level, joined forces to unleash their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, "Instant Light," it would be enough to crush a significant portion of the Super Douluo on the continent.

If they faced soul masters without battle armor, as long as they were below the Limit Douluo level, even a Level 98, they would dare to trade a few blows.

It was just a pity that battle armor was like that—they had it, and others did too, which meant their advantages canceled each other out.

Therefore, when facing experts above the Super Douluo level, they still lacked absolute certainty.

However, below Level 95, aside from that one cheating player who had Four-Word Battle Armor and a God-Rank Mecha at Level 94, they were invincible.

"Is that so?" An Lan looked astonished, then immediately asked, "Then what level are your sub-professions at now?"

Azure-Eyed Bai Haoze smiled: "I am a Level 6 Mecha Designer."

Jade-Eyed Bai Zhicen followed: "I am a quasi-Level 7 Mecha Manufacturer."

Upon hearing this, the corners of An Lan's mouth curled up, and he teased, "Sister Xiaobai, you should learn more from Sister Dabai. Level 6 is Level 6, why call it quasi-Level 7?"

"A Level 6 peak Mecha Manufacturer, just one step away from Level 7, why can't I call it quasi-Level 7?" Bai Zhicen's pretty face flushed, and she retorted indignantly.

Just a moment ago, she had thought An Lan was more sensible and cuter than Na'er, but now she only felt that this brat was just as annoying.

"Fine, fine, you are a quasi-Level 7 Mecha Manufacturer." An Lan brushed it off, then abruptly changed the subject: "Quasi-Level 7, which means you don't have the ability to manufacture Three-Word Battle Armor yet, and you are still just a Two-Word Battle Armor Master, right?"

Bai Zhicen nodded without hesitation: "Yeah, so what?"

An Lan instantly put on a sharp, mocking expression and snorted: "So what? Sister Xiaobai, your soul power is already at Level 73, and it hasn't been just a day or two since you broke through to Soul Saint, right?"

Before Bai Zhicen could respond, he pressed on, his tone filled with playful interrogation: "You've been a Soul Saint for so long, yet you're still just a Two-Word Battle Armor Master. Is being a Level 7 Mecha Manufacturer that hard? Is becoming a Three-Word Battle Armor Master that hard? Have you reflected on yourself? Have you been studying your sub-profession knowledge diligently?"

Bai Zhicen: "..."

Angry! Trembling! Cold!

What's wrong with being Level 6 in a sub-profession? What's wrong with being a Two-Word Battle Armor Master? Did I eat your rice?

She completely took back her previous words; An Lan and Na'er were both annoying little brats, demons incarnate.

An Lan slowly picked up his yogurt, took a big sip, and then continued slowly: "How about this, I'll set a goal for you."

He opened his palm, held up five fingers, and said with a serious face: "Five months. I'll give you five months to become a Level 7 Mecha Manufacturer, and then within a year, upgrade your Two-Word Battle Armor to Three-Word Battle Armor and officially become a Three-Word Battle Armor Master."

It had been agreed that Bai Zhicen would be responsible for supervising An Lan and Na'er's cultivation and studies, but now An Lan had turned the tables, solemnly assigning tasks to Bai Zhicen.

Seeing this, Bai Zhicen was furious. She knew clearly that An Lan was provoking her on purpose, but she was an adult, after all, and didn't want this little brat to laugh at her.

Agreeing to this goal would mean falling into his trap—having a six-year-old assign her tasks would be laughable if it got out. But if she didn't agree, it would be admitting defeat, and these two little demons would surely mock her for a long time.

For a moment, Bai Zhicen was caught in a dilemma.

She somewhat regretted showing off in front of these two little ones.