Time Flies

A child's mood is always fickle, coming and going like a summer storm.

Having finally managed to get out of the house with the prospect of not having to return immediately, the lingering reluctance Yuanen Yehui felt about parting from her parents vanished in an instant.

She excitedly tugged on her mother's hand to introduce her good friends to her parents.

Pointing to An Lan beside her, she said in a crisp voice, "Papa, Mama, this is my good friend, An Lan."

"Hello there, little An Lan. I'm Huihui's mother." Yehui smiled gently, her gaze toward An Lan exceptionally kind.

Knowing her husband better than Yuanen Tiandang knew himself, she was well aware that An Lan's two masters had bestowed a grace upon their family akin to a rebirth.

Yuanen Tiandang stood to the side; although he felt this brat had the makings of someone who would "raid his own vegetable patch," the other party was ultimately just a child. He couldn't bring himself to nitpick, so he merely pulled a stiff smile to acknowledge the greeting.

An Lan spoke politely, "Hello, Uncle, Auntie."

Yuanen Yehui then pointed to Na'er and introduced her, "This is Na'er, a friend I just met today."

"Hello, Uncle and Auntie, I'm Na'er." Na'er lifted her sweet little face, her voice soft and milky as she greeted them, looking both well-behaved and spirited.

"What a beautiful little girl."

Watching Na'er's exquisite face, a flash of genuine admiration crossed Yehui's eyes before she smiled in response, "Hello, Na'er."

Yuanen Tiandang was thinking of more; his gaze narrowed as he instantly perceived that Na'er's soul power, like An Lan's, was at level thirteen. He understood immediately: this was another genius with Innate Full Soul Power.

Yehui looked at An Lan and Na'er, her tone full of earnestness, "Little An Lan, little Na'er, I'll have to trouble you both with Huihui for these next two days."

An Lan patted his chest, promising with a solemn expression, "Auntie, you can rest assured leaving Huihui with me. I will definitely take good care of her."

Hearing this, Yuanen Tiandang's eyelid twitched; he couldn't help but feel that something about that statement was off.

Yehui, however, didn't overthink it, taking it as a child's innocent promise. She reached out to pat An Lan's head and smiled in thanks, "Good, thank you, little An Lan."

Seeing this, Yuanen Tiandang could only sigh inwardly, comforting himself: it's only for a few days, she'll be back soon, no need to dwell on it.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Yehui and Yuanen Tiandang departed.

Once their figures had faded into the distance, Na'er immediately shed her well-behaved facade and returned to her true self.

She pulled out her soul communicator, gave it a shake, and suggested with great enthusiasm, "An Lan, Red-Hair, let's three-man queue! I'll play Bo Saixi and carry you guys."

That evening, Yuanen Tiandang and his wife set off with Le Lingzhao, flying straight to Shengtian City.

The current Angel Douluo, Le Zhengen, was none other than Le Lingzhao's father.

In recent years, Evil Soul Masters had all but vanished from the continent.

Le Zhengen had been fretting over the loss of this "cultivation accelerator," as the progress of the younger generation of the Angel Family was far inferior to what it once was.

Upon hearing of the existence of the Demon Plane, he was immediately intrigued. He joined the Anti-Demon Counterattack Alliance on the spot and agreed to utilize the clan's ancestral divine artifact, the Angel Holy Sword, to temporarily seal Yehui's martial soul by drawing upon the residual Angelic divine power within their ancestral grounds.

However, the sealing formation required to channel such divine power was incredibly complex, requiring a full three months of preparation.

Furthermore, as the subject of the seal, Yehui had to remain on-site to assist with the formation's setup.

Yuanen Tiandang had no other choice but to stay in Shengtian City with his wife.

The next morning.

An Lan, Na'er, and Yuanen Yehui were sitting around the dining table enjoying breakfast when Yuanen Tiandang's video call suddenly rang.

Catching sight of her father's caller ID on the soul communicator, Yuanen Yehui quickly swallowed the crystal shrimp dumpling in her mouth and tapped to answer.

She called out sweetly, "Papa."

"Ah, my dear daughter." On the screen, Yuanen Tiandang's face was full of affection, his gaze so gentle it could melt stone.

Yuanen Yehui picked up a shrimp dumpling and held it toward the camera, her eyes curving into crescents, "Papa, I'm eating breakfast. Have you and Mama eaten yet?"

"We have, we have. Mama and Papa have both eaten," Yuanen Tiandang replied.

This was, in fact, a white lie.

Given his and Yehui's cultivation levels, they had long since reached the stage of inedia and had no need for grain, but to keep his daughter from worrying, this was the only way he could answer.

After the pleasantries, he changed the subject, his tone laced with guilt, "Huihui, I have some not-so-good news to tell you. Mama and Papa can't come back to be with you right away. We won't be able to return for three months this time."

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Yuanen Yehui's eyes lit up instantly.

Having experienced the unbridled freedom of life without parental supervision, she had fallen in love with the feeling.

Moreover, three months was not that long, so her first reaction was one of pleasant surprise.

Catching sight of her father's stiffening expression on the screen, Yuanen Yehui felt a pang of tension, then tilted her head back and began to wail, "Mama, I want Mama—"

Watching his daughter's display of "all thunder and no rain," Yuanen Tiandang felt his heart turn cold.

He had foolishly assumed his daughter couldn't bear to be away from him and would need careful comforting, but in the end, it was all just wishful thinking.

He pulled a strained smile to his lips and, still unwilling to give up, pressed, "My precious daughter, how many days were you planning to stay at the Spirit Pagoda? I'll have Grandpa come pick you up and bring you home when the time comes."

In his mind, being away for three months versus a few days were two completely different concepts, so he was desperate to keep his daughter away from An Lan.

Yuanen Yehui remained silent, only continuing to demand her mother.

Yuanen Tiandang felt utterly exhausted and finally compromised, "If you don't want to come back, then don't. Just stay and play at the Spirit Pagoda for three months."

As the words fell, Yuanen Yehui abruptly stopped her sobbing.

Seeing this, Yuanen Tiandang offered a few more brief words of instruction before ending the call, his heart heavy with sorrow.

Although he could not return for the time being, he could not neglect his daughter's cultivation.

He had long since scouted out a Blacksmith mentor for Yuanen Yehui, but he would have to wait until he returned in three months to take her to apprentice.

For now, he could only entrust Leng Qingning with finding a Level 6 Blacksmith within the Spirit Pagoda to guide his daughter's foundational forging skills.

During the days that Yuanen Tiandang and his wife were stranded in Shengtian City, An Lan's cultivation also officially got on the right track.

Regarding his secondary professions, not only did he receive personal guidance from his two teachers, Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao, but he also had the "quasi-Level 7" sister duo, Bai Zhicen and Bai Haoze, providing him with hands-on tutoring. His progress was rapid, advancing by leaps and bounds every single day.

After carefully learning about the four secondary professions of Blacksmith, Mecha Designer, Mecha Manufacturer, and Mecha Repairer, Na'er unsurprisingly chose Mecha Repairer. She even arrogantly declared that for things like Battle Armor, minor scratches and damage didn't need repair, and heavy damage could just be replaced. She claimed she already possessed skills no lower than a Level 9 Mecha Repairer and had no need to learn anything further.

However, King Na'er, having maxed out her experience as a Mecha Repairer, was ultimately forced by irresistible circumstances to automatically transition into a Mecha Manufacturer.

The Lan-Na-Hui Trio spent every day living life to the fullest.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the steady growth of the three.