Na'er: My Sister Xiaobai is Invincible Under Heaven

Seeing this, Na'er's eyes lit up. She nimbly cracked open a can of her favorite Wangzai Milk, held it with both hands in a sycophantic gesture, and presented it to Bai Zhicen.

She then turned to An Lan, her small face filled with disdain, and defended him loudly, "Who are you looking down on! My Sister Bai is invincible. In six months at most, she'll be a Three-Word Battle Armor Master, even faster than the deadline you set!"

Bai Zhicen watched the theatrically gifted Na'er, then glanced at the indifferent An Lan beside her. Her mouth twitched uncontrollably as she muttered to herself, These two little brats are practically demons. They're singing in harmony just to squeeze me out.

"Bet."

She steeled her heart, took the "King's Wangzai" from Na'er, and downed it in one go before looking at An Lan, "It's just a Three-Word Battle Armor Master, right? I'll definitely do it within six months!"

Her competitive spirit was thoroughly ignited. She calculated rapidly: three months to become a Level 7 Mecha Manufacturer, and the remaining three months to upgrade her Two-Word Battle Armor to Three-Word. When she thought about it, it wasn't entirely impossible.

But just as Bai Zhicen was brimming with ambition, dreaming of creating a miracle in six months, Bai Haoze poured a bucket of cold water over her head, "You can do it if you want, but I never said I would."

Their battle armors were designed by her personally. To become a Three-Word Battle Armor Master, she had to first become a Level 7 Mecha Designer to have the capability to draft the upgrade blueprints for a Three-Word Battle Armor.

Moreover, their battle armors didn't just need to adapt to their own martial souls; they also had to account for the execution of their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, making the design difficulty far exceed that of an ordinary Three-Word Battle Armor.

Back then, for their Two-Word Battle Armors, she had revised the design over a dozen times, spending nearly four months to finalize it.

Six months? Forget that she wasn't even a Level 7 Mecha Designer yet; even if she were, that amount of time wouldn't be enough to perfect the blueprints. She couldn't become a Three-Word Battle Armor Master if her life depended on it!

Hearing Bai Haoze's words, the disdain on Na'er's small face deepened. She put her hands on her hips, stuck out her neck, and retorted loudly, "Even if my Sister Bai is alone, she can still handle the Three-Word Battle Armor and become a Three-Word Battle Armor Master!"

"No, I can't!" Bai Zhicen shook her head, quickly denying it.

Seeing Na'er open her mouth to argue further, Bai Zhicen hurriedly opened another can of Wangzai and shoved it into her hands without a word, "Alright, alright, I concede, okay? Shut your mouth and drink your milk."

This brat was only cute when she wasn't talking.

Na'er took a blissful gulp of the Wangzai, pursed her pink lips, and let out a milky little burp. She said with a straight face, "Sister Bai, next time you open a Wangzai for me, remember to hand it to me with both hands."

An Lan and Na'er weren't pressuring Bai Zhicen anymore, but Na'er felt that since she had used both hands to offer the drink earlier, Bai Zhicen should return the gesture.

Bai Zhicen's mouth twitched again. She snatched the Wangzai from Na'er's hand and then handed it back with both hands.

Only then did Na'er reveal a satisfied smile, hugging her snack and eating happily, saying no more.

The return trip was the same as the journey to Shrek City; the Amethyst Phoenix sped along, unimpeded.

"Children, we have arrived at Shangling City." Inside the cockpit, Le Lingzhao reminded them.

Na'er curiously leaned toward the window and looked out.

The sky had not yet fully darkened. Twilight draped over layers of buildings, and the warm orange sunset spilled obliquely across the streets and alleys, dyeing the drifting clouds into gentle, lingering streaks.

The afterglow flowed over the scattered high-rises and the crisscrossing long streets, the entire city sinking into the quiet dusk.

An Lan, who had been sitting for a long time, stood up and stretched.

From tomorrow on, his life would be filled with cultivation and elective courses. However, with two beautiful teachers—the jade-eyed sisters—and the little silver-haired girl for company, it wouldn't be boring.

His gaze fell on the back of Na'er, who was conscientiously cleaning up the trash, and he pondered which elective she should take.

And the Phantom Sea Spirit Kun, sleeping soundly in his spiritual sea all day long—it possessed such high intelligence yet spent all day slacking off. He wouldn't keep a useless spirit.

The next day, Yuanen Zhentian brought the family of Yuanen Tiandang to visit as promised.

Since it concerned the Demon Plane, An Lan and Yuanen Yehui were naturally too young to participate.

While the adults were in the reception room discussing the "Demon Plane Strategy" and forming the "Anti-Demon Alliance," he took Yuanen Yehui and Na'er to wander around the Spirit Pagoda.

In the afternoon, Yuanen Yehui saw her father and mother walking toward her from afar. Thinking they were there to take her home, she scratched her head and prepared to say goodbye to An Lan.

"Huihui." Yehui stepped forward quickly, bent down, and gently pulled her daughter into her arms.

Yuanen Yehui nuzzled affectionately in her mother's embrace and looked up, asking, "Mom, are we going home?"

A trace of unconcealable apology flashed in Yehui's eyes. She gently stroked her daughter's hair and spoke softly, "Huihui, Mom and Dad have to go out to handle something very important, and it might take a few days to return. Do you want to go home and wait, or stay here with your friends for a few days?"

She and her husband were heading to Shengtian City, where the Angel Family resided, to try and resolve the hidden danger of the Demon Gate lurking within her. While the trip wasn't particularly dangerous, it wasn't suitable for a child.

Over the years, because she carried an evil martial soul, she had voluntarily cut off contact with the Yuanen Family, staying in her small courtyard year-round and rarely going out.

Yuanen Yehui had grown up having very little contact with the clan members.

Although she had her grandfather, Yuanen Zhentian, to protect her, the family had suffered an unprovoked disaster because of her, and she worried that some clansmen might harbor resentment toward her daughter.

If that were to happen while she and her husband were away, it would be difficult for her father-in-law, as the clan leader, to handle the situation.

After much thought, she decided to ask for her daughter's opinion. If she were willing to stay at the Spirit Pagoda, that would be for the best.

Yuanen Yehui's crimson eyes instantly welled up with mist. She hugged her mother's waist tightly, pleading in a small voice, "Mom, can I go with you? I don't want to be separated from you."

"You can't, Huihui must be a good girl." Yehui patted her back gently, soothing her softly, "But don't be afraid, Mom and Dad will be back to keep you company very soon. It won't take more than a few days."

"Alright then." Although Yuanen Yehui was reluctant, she was exceptionally sensible and didn't continue to pester them. She tilted her head slightly, thought about it seriously, and said, "Then I'll stay here. I don't want to be alone at home."

To her, a home without Mom and Dad was unfamiliar, and her grandfather was too stern, so she preferred to stay with An Lan.

"Good." Yehui's heart finally settled. She was truly worried that if she and her husband were gone, her daughter would be mistreated at home.