Are You My Real Sister or Not?

After exiting seclusion and seeing her precious disciple, Le Lingzhao couldn't wait to spar with Leng Qingning.

The "da-da-da" sound of high heels fading into the distance was accompanied by the faint sound of their bickering:

"You want a beating the moment you break through? Today, I'll let you experience the strength of a veteran demigod!"

"Veteran demigod? How many years have you even been at that level? My Divine Domain is specifically designed to beat veteran demigods!"

The voices grew fainter until they vanished entirely. Just as the trio prepared to leave, Bai Zhicen stood with her hands on her hips, blocking their path.

An Lan stopped in his tracks and asked in confusion, "Xiaobai, is something the matter?"

After holding it in for so long, the two big shots had finally left, and now it was her turn to "show off." Bai Zhicen looked smug, gave a light cough, and asked with feigned indifference, "Don't you... notice anything different about Xiaobai today?"

An Lan gave her a serious once-over. She had the same white hair, green eyes, and long legs as always. Her face was stunning, and she wasn't wearing colored contacts or had any plastic surgery—what could possibly be different?

He walked slowly in a circle around Bai Zhicen, while the young woman held her head high, puffed out her chest, and spread her arms wide, letting him observe her.

"Oh!" A look of sudden realization dawned on An Lan's face.

Expectation flared in Bai Zhicen's eyes as she stared at him intently.

An Lan kept her in suspense for a long moment before speaking slowly: "Could it be... could it be that you, Xiaobai, have also broken through to become a Limit Douluo?"

He cupped his hands in a gesture of congratulations, his face full of joy: "Congratulations, Xiaobai!"

"Pfft—"

Beside them, Bai Haoze, Na'er, and Yuanen Yehui couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Bai Zhicen's mouth twitched. She knew she shouldn't have held any expectations for this kid, An Lan.

"I know what it is."

At this moment, Na'er spoke up with a giggle: "Xiaobai changed into a new pair of boots today."

An Lan looked down accordingly.

A pair of snow-white short boots, spotless and dazzlingly bright, paired with her Spirit Pagoda uniform, made Bai Zhicen look exceptionally sharp and capable.

He muttered to himself: Wrapped up so tightly, Xiaobai's feet must be incredibly stinky.

"Alright, no more jokes." An Lan criticized her in his heart, then chuckled, "Congratulations, Xiaobai, on successfully promoting to a Three-Word Battle Armor Master."

Bai Zhicen's eyes widened in shock, her face full of disbelief: "How did you know?"

She racked her brain, recalling how she had been pulling all-nighters to finish the work. During the day, she acted exactly as she always did, leaving no clues whatsoever.

An Lan patted her shoulder and walked past her with a smile: "It wasn't hard to guess. Once you reach my age, you'll understand."

Na'er followed along with a giggle: "Goodbye, Dabai! Goodbye, Xiaobai!"

Bai Zhicen stood rooted to the spot, completely baffled. She had kept the secret of her late-night work on the three-word battle armor even from her own sister; how on earth did An Lan guess it?

Just then, Yuanen Yehui walked past. Bai Zhicen grabbed her shoulder, asking with lingering confusion: "Huihui, you spend every day with that kid An Lan, you must be able to read his mind. Tell me, how did he figure it out?"

Yuanen Yehui hesitated for a moment, then said with a slightly embarrassed expression: "Xiaobai, actually, I guessed it too."

"!?"

Hearing this, Bai Zhicen was even more stunned.

Yuanen Yehui continued: "Xiaobai, the last time you were this smug was three years ago when you became a Level 7 Mecha Manufacturer. Today was just a repeat of yesterday, so it wasn't hard to guess."

Bai Zhicen turned to look at Bai Haoze, who gave her a look that said it all, nodding slightly.

She fell silent and quietly released her grip on Yuanen Yehui's shoulder: "Hurry up and catch up with them."

Once the three were far away, Bai Haoze didn't offer any comfort to her sister, but instead said happily: "Zhicen, you finished a three-month project in just one month. I don't care—a month from now, I want to see my own three-word battle armor."

Like Bai Zhicen, Bai Haoze had been a Level 7 Mecha Designer for three years.

However, she didn't want to rush the quality of her and her sister's three-word battle armor, so she had spent two and a half years refining the blueprints.

A month ago, she had finally handed the upgrade blueprints to her sister. She hadn't expected her sister to be so capable, completing a three-month project in just one.

Bai Zhicen looked at her sister in disbelief, her expression plain: You knew it would take three months, yet you forced me to finish it in one—are you really my biological sister?

On the other side, after the trio left, they took the elevator straight to the ninety-ninth-floor mecha room.

The room was spacious and bright. Three cool-looking motorcycles sat quietly on display stands—the fruits of An Lan's labor over the past four years.

The three didn't linger, walking quickly toward the central workbench.

Over these four years, every time his sub-profession leveled up, he would personally design and manufacture a Soul Guidance Motorcycle of the same grade.

Today was the day the Level 4 Soul Guidance Motorcycle would make its debut.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Na'er rushed to the table in a flurry: "The materials and core are all ready. Let's get it assembled so we can go for a ride."

At the workbench, various components and soul guidance cores were neatly arranged, awaiting only the final inscription of the assembly runes.

An Lan remained unhurried.

As an all-rounder who mastered mecha design, manufacturing, and repair, combined with the experience from the previous three motorcycles, he was already well-versed in the assembly process for a Level 4 Soul Guidance Motorcycle.

Not to mention, eighty percent of the preliminary work had already been completed.

His motorcycle utilized a frame base of lightweight, resilient black iron alloy, with star-patterned steel chosen for the soul power circuits due to its superior conductivity, all powered by a refined Gale Soul Guidance Core as the primary drive.

Unlike precision soul guidance cannons, a Soul Guidance Motorcycle places greater emphasis on its overall structure and power circulation.

While the fourth-level tier does not demand extreme, microscopic rune density, it still requires exceptionally high standards for circuit fluidity and soul power resonance.

The silhouette of the vehicle had long been completed by the skilled Master Yuanen, who forged it entirely by hand with clean edges and smooth curves, balancing a sense of speed with stability.

An Lan raised his hand, and a carving knife shimmering with pale cyan light fell into his palm.

The blade was clear and bright, drawing soul power into threads; it was his beloved tool.

Power core slot, soul power conduction rails, braking runes, shock-absorption arrays... he struck with the knife again and again, landing each stroke with precision. His movements were fluid, devoid of any hesitation, and his wrist movements carried a subtle, steady rhythm.

As time slowly passed, the body of the vehicle became covered in dense, orderly soul guidance patterns that radiated outward from the power core area, connecting throughout the entire frame.

Na'er, who was also a mecha maker, watched intently and whispered to herself, "Gale acceleration, stable shock absorption, soul power pressurization, emergency shield... the priorities are clear, and every part is interlinked."

An Lan was completely immersed in the engraving process, oblivious to the movements of the outside world.

As the final stroke landed, the pale cyan light flared brilliantly before receding into the metal, signaling that the entire soul guidance circuit was fully connected.

He precisely embedded the Gale Soul Guidance Core into the reserved slot and, with a gentle flick of his finger, injected a trace of soul power to activate it.

In an instant, the entire Soul Guidance Motorcycle shimmered with flowing light; its lines were as smooth as a thunderbolt, exuding a steady aura that concealed an explosive thrust.

A complete fourth-level Soul Guidance Motorcycle had taken shape.