Gu Yue's Heart Was Truly Wicked

"Done!"

An Lan put away the carving knife and lightly ran his fingertips along its blade, unable to hide the satisfaction in his eyes.

It was a Soul Guidance Motorcycle that gleamed with a cold silver light from top to bottom. Its body was long and slender, well over two meters in length, with streamlined lines running from the front to the rear. The tail tipped slightly upward, tracing a sharp yet elegant curve.

Beneath the tail, two dark silver exhaust ports sat side by side, still and dormant. They were the output ports of a Level 4 Soul Guidance power core. Once activated, they could unleash a violent burst of thrust in an instant.

"Wow! It's so cool!" Na'er's eyes lit up. She happily skipped around the motorcycle, her voice brimming with praise. "An Lan, this one looks even better than the three you made before!"

"Of course." An Lan's lips curved up slightly. He took aesthetics and attention to detail seriously.

By now, his Soul Power had stabilized at the peak of rank 39, and the Phantom Sea Spirit Kun had advanced to the ten-thousand-year level, allowing it to provide him with four Soul Rings.

In other words, he could break through to become a rank-40 Soul Ancestor at any time.

In just four short years, his Soul Power had risen by twenty-six ranks. Even more astonishingly, he had also advanced all three of his secondary professions—Mecha Designer, Mecha Manufacturer, and Mecha Repairer—to Level 4.

That was precisely why Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao hadn't tried to stop him from pursuing all three professions at once.

An Lan reached out and gently stroked the motorcycle's body, feeling the chill of the metal beneath his hand. He couldn't help but feel a little wistful.

As a ten-year-old Soul Ancestor, Level 4 Mecha Designer, Level 4 Mecha Manufacturer, and Level 4 Mecha Repairer, he was a genius. Naturally, he wasn't going to waste his time on a toy like a motorcycle.

In truth, as a Level 4 secondary-profession expert, he already had the ability to complete a One-Word Battle Armor. This Level 4 Soul Guidance Motorcycle was merely a piece he'd made in his spare time between studying Battle Armor designs—and his final flourish in the field of motorcycles.

Starting today, he would devote himself entirely to Battle Armor and wouldn't let himself get distracted by this again.

"All right, quit staring and hurry up and try it!" Na'er couldn't contain her excitement and urged him impatiently. "Let's go out and have some fun! We'll take a couple of laps and come back in time for dinner."

"What's the rush?" An Lan had no intention of going out, but he didn't want to dampen her spirits. He simply said, "Finishing the assembly is only the first step. We still have to test Soul Power resonance and stability. We can't take it out until we've confirmed there are no problems."

"Huh? It still needs testing..." The excitement drained from Na'er's face. She looked crestfallen as she asked, "How long will that take?"

"Ten minutes if it goes quickly, half an hour if it takes longer." As he spoke, An Lan had already begun checking the motorcycle's various parameters.

First, he used his spiritual power to scan the entire vehicle, making sure there were no breaks or short circuits in the Soul Guidance circuits.

Then he tested each of the six systems in turn: lighting, brakes, suspension, flight, defense, and weapons.

Packing so many functions into a motorcycle just over two meters long had one drawback: it was expensive. Its advantage was that it looked cool.

It looked cool, sure, but not as cool as a mecha or Battle Armor—and it was nowhere near as practical. That was why An Lan had stopped developing motorcycle designs at Level 4.

After a thorough inspection, An Lan climbed onto the motorcycle and started the engine.

"Vrrrm—"

A low rumble sounded as the Level 4 Soul Guidance core whirred into action. Soft silver light spread along the Soul Guidance circuits, and the whole motorcycle seemed to come alive.

An Lan gently twisted the throttle. The motorcycle glided forward, gradually picking up speed without the slightest jolt.

That was the extravagance of the rich. In the spacious mecha room, he rode the motorcycle in slow circles, testing its steering, brakes, acceleration, and other functions.

"Steering is responsive, the brakes are sharp, acceleration is smooth. No problems." An Lan nodded in satisfaction, killed the engine, and got off. "Inspection complete."

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

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

Na'er jumped off the motorcycle with a puzzled look and tilted her head at An Lan. "You finished testing it. Aren't we going out to play?"

An Lan waved a hand and put his beloved motorcycle into his Spatial Soul Tool, patiently explaining, "This is just a temporary ride I prepared for the three of us to use when we travel around the continent in the future. We'll take it out for fun when we feel like it."

"I thought you were going to take us to Uncle Yuanen's place," Na'er mumbled.

Nearby, Yuanen Yehui heard this and the corners of her mouth unconsciously lifted.

The Uncle Yuanen Na'er was talking about was her father, Yuanen Tiandang.

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

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

Yuanen Yehui did at least show her old father some consideration, occasionally returning to stay for a couple of days.

That worked out perfectly for An Lan. Whenever he had free time, he would drive Yuanen Yehui and Na'er around near Yuanen Tiandang's residence. Sometimes, when the mood struck, he would even park outside the courtyard gate and ask the old man for a drink of water.

As for the Federation's rule forbidding minors from driving motor vehicles on the road, An Lan never took it seriously. His response was, "Go tell my demigod teacher about it."

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

"Mm, we've already talked about it." Yuanen Yehui nodded slightly, her voice gentle.

"Gurgle! Gurgle—"

Just then, a sudden, loud rumbling from someone's stomach broke the silence. It rang especially clearly in the quiet mecha room.

An Lan and Yuanen Yehui turned to Na'er at the same time, their eyes holding a trace of amusement.

Na'er's cheeks instantly flushed. She awkwardly rubbed her little belly and let her gaze wander, then said softly, "Um... Since we're not going out to play, let's hurry up and go eat."

As the half of the Silver Dragon King that had inherited her peerless appetite, Na'er had long since become a familiar sight to An Lan and Yuanen Yehui. Neither of them teased her.

Pouting, Na'er felt indignant yet again. She silently cursed Gu Yue for giving her this peerless appetite, truly wicked to the core.

"Let's go." An Lan nodded with a smile and started toward the exit of the mecha room.

The three of them left the mecha room and reached the elevator just as its doors slowly opened. To their surprise, Bai Haoze and Bai Zhicen were inside.

An Lan stopped and asked with a smile, "Sister Dabai, Sister Xiao Bai, what brings you here all of a sudden?"

"It's all your fault." Bai Zhicen stepped out of the elevator. Before An Lan could react, she continued, "You've got us so flustered that we nearly forgot the task the Purple Phoenix Excellency gave us."