Gu Yue's Heart Deserves Punishment

"Done!"

An Lan withdrew his carving knife, his fingertips brushing lightly over the blade, his eyes filled with unconcealable satisfaction.

This was a Soul Guidance Motorcycle that shimmered with a cold, silver radiance. The body was sleek and over two meters long, with streamlined contours extending from the front to the rear, where it curved slightly upward to outline a sharp yet elegant arc.

Beneath the rear, two parallel dark silver exhaust ports lay dormant; these were the output ports for a fourth-level soul guidance power core, capable of unleashing a violent thrust the moment it was activated.

"Wow! So cool!" Na'er's eyes lit up. She trotted happily around the motorcycle, her tone full of admiration. "An Lan, this one looks even better than the three you made before!"

"That goes without saying." An Lan's lips curled upward. When it came to aesthetics and attention to detail, he was serious.

At present, his soul power had stabilized at the peak of the thirty-ninth rank, and his Phantom Sea Spirit Kun cultivation had also broken through to the ten-thousand-year realm, which could provide him with four soul rings.

In other words, he could break through to the fortieth-rank Soul Ancestor at any time.

In just four short years, his soul power had surged by twenty-six ranks. Even more astonishing was that his concurrent studies in the three sub-professions—Mecha Designer, Mecha Manufacturer, and Mecha Repairer—had all broken through to the fourth level.

It was precisely because of this that Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao had not stopped him from pursuing all three professions simultaneously.

An Lan reached out to stroke the body of the bike, feeling the icy touch of the metal surface, and couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.

As a ten-year-old Soul Ancestor and a fourth-level Mecha Designer, Mecha Manufacturer, and Mecha Repairer, his energy as a genius would naturally not be wasted on a toy like a motorcycle.

In fact, as a fourth-level practitioner in his sub-professions, he already possessed the ability to complete a One-Word Battle Armor. This fourth-level Soul Guidance Motorcycle was merely a work he had finished in his spare time while delving into battle armor design, and it would be his final dance in the field of motorcycles.

From today on, he would devote himself entirely to battle armor and would no longer be distracted by such things.

"Alright, stop staring and hurry up and test it!" Na'er could not suppress her excitement and urged him impatiently. "Let's go out and play! We'll just take it for a couple of spins and then come back for dinner."

"What's the rush?" Although An Lan didn't intend to go out, he didn't want to dampen her spirits, so he simply said, "Completing the assembly is only the first step. I still need to conduct soul power resonance tests and stability tests. I can't take it on the road until I confirm there are no issues."

"Ah? We still have to test it..." The excitement on Na'er's face vanished instantly, and she asked with a pout, "How long will that take?"

"Ten minutes if it's fast, half an hour if it's slow." As An Lan spoke, he began checking the various parameters of the motorcycle.

He first used his spiritual power to scan the entire vehicle, confirming that there were no breaks or short circuits in the soul guidance circuits.

Then, he tested the six major modules one by one: lighting, braking, shock absorption, flight, defense, and weaponry.

With so many functions condensed into a two-meter-long motorcycle, the downside was the high cost, but the upside was that it was cool.

Though it was cool, it wasn't as cool as a mecha or a battle armor, and its practicality was far inferior, which was why An Lan had decided to stop his motorcycle designs at the fourth level.

After a meticulous inspection, An Lan mounted the motorcycle and started the engine.

"Hum—"

A low roar sounded as the fourth-level soul guidance core began to spin rapidly. A soft silver light spread along the soul guidance circuits on the bike, as if the entire machine had been imbued with life.

An Lan gently twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle glided forward, its speed increasing steadily without the slightest jerkiness.

This was the extravagance of the wealthy. In the spacious mecha room, he rode the motorcycle in slow circles, testing its steering, braking, acceleration, and other functions.

"Steering is flexible, braking is sensitive, acceleration is smooth—no problems." An Lan nodded with satisfaction, killed the engine, and dismounted. "Inspection complete."

"Yay!" Na'er cheered and was the first to hop onto the back seat.

"Get down, get down!" An Lan quickly reached out to stop her.

Na'er jumped off the bike, looking puzzled as she tilted her head at An Lan: "The testing is all done, aren't we going out to play?"

An Lan waved his hand, storing his beloved vehicle into his Spatial Soul Tool, and explained patiently: "This is a temporary transport tool I prepared for the three of us to travel across the continent in the future. We'll take it out to play when we're in the mood."

"I thought you were going to take us to see Uncle Yuanen," Na'er muttered.

Yuanen Yehui, standing to the side, felt the corners of her mouth lift involuntarily at these words.

The "Uncle Yuanen" Na'er referred to was none other than her father, Yuanen Tiandang.

Four years ago, when Yuanen Tiandang returned from Shengtian City with his wife to pick up his daughter from the Spirit Pagoda, Yuanen Yehui had stubbornly refused to go home with him.

Yuanen Tiandang couldn't win against his daughter, but he stubbornly moved out of his home and purchased a residence near the Spirit Pagoda.

Yuanen Yehui gave the old man some face by occasionally returning to stay for a day or two.

This happened to be convenient for An Lan. Whenever he had free time, he would take Yuanen Yehui and Na'er to cruise around Yuanen Tiandang's residence. If the mood struck him, he would even park the bike outside the gate and go in to ask the old man for a drink of water.

As for the Federation's rule prohibiting minors from driving motor vehicles on public roads, An Lan never cared; he would simply say, "Go tell that to my demigod teacher."

Mentioning Yuanen Tiandang, An Lan turned to look at Yuanen Yehui beside him and asked, "We're going to Eastsea City tomorrow to play. Have you mentioned it to your uncle and aunt?"

"Mm, it's already settled," Yuanen Yehui nodded slightly, her voice soft.

"Gurgle! Gurgle—"

Just then, an abrupt and loud sound of a growling stomach broke the silence, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet mecha room.

An Lan and Yuanen Yehui turned their gazes toward Na'er simultaneously, their eyes filled with amusement.

Na'er's cheeks flushed red instantly. She rubbed her little belly in embarrassment, her eyes darting around as she whispered, "Well... since we aren't going out to play, let's go eat quickly."

As she had inherited the peerless appetite of the Silver Dragon King, An Lan and Yuanen Yehui were long accustomed to it and did not tease her.

Na'er pouted, wondering for the umpteenth time why Gu Yue had burdened her with this bottomless appetite; it was truly malicious.

"Let's go." An Lan smiled and nodded, taking the lead as he walked out of the mecha room.

The three of them left the mecha room and arrived at the elevator just as the doors were slowly opening. To their surprise, the sisters Bai Haoze and Bai Zhicen were inside.

An Lan stopped in his tracks and asked with a smile, "Big Sister Dabai, Big Sister Xiaobai, why are you here so suddenly?"

"It's all because of you." Bai Zhicen stepped out of the elevator and, without waiting for An Lan to react, continued, "We were so muddled by your antics that we almost forgot the mission Her Excellency Purple Phoenix entrusted to us."