Setting Off for the East Sea

As the words fell, Bai Zhicen took an instrument from her spatial Soul Tool, followed by a helmet inlaid with a blue gemstone, and placed it on An Lan's head without a word. Finally, she shoved a blue crystal ball into his hand. "The three of you haven't had your mental power tested in a long time. His Excellency Purple Phoenix specifically instructed my sister and me to check it for you."

"Get ready, I'm starting the instrument."

Bai Zhicen raised her hand to activate the tester. The Soul Tool screen to the side lit up instantly, the numbers jumping rapidly before finally settling:

[Soul Power: 39]

[Mental Power: 1086]

Seeing the numbers on the screen, Bai Zhicen and Bai Haoze both gasped in unison. Bai Zhicen couldn't help but exclaim, "You little monster!"

An Lan had broken through twenty-six levels of soul power in four years, a steady increase of six or seven levels each year. While his cultivation speed was heaven-defying, the sisters could tell at a glance, so they weren't shocked.

The reason they tested his soul power was simply because the crystal ball and the mental power helmet were a set, so they had handed them to him together.

The two were not surprised by An Lan's soul power, but his 1086 points of mental power completely overturned their understanding.

The standard for the Spirit Sea Realm is 500 to 5000 points. Stepping into this realm means that one's mental power has transformed into a vast spirit sea, boundless and infinite, truly entering the ranks of the high-level.

One must know that for Title Douluo level powerhouses on the continent, the minimum standard for mental power is the Spirit Sea Realm.

Since An Lan could withstand a ten-thousand-year soul ring, the sisters had already guessed that his mental power had entered the Spirit Sea Realm, but they hadn't expected him to not only enter it but also break through the thousand-point mark—doubling the value they had previously estimated!

An Lan, however, appeared very indifferent. He snapped his fingers and joked, "1086, 10086, what a lucky number!"

He had been in the Spirit Connection Realm since birth, with an initial mental power of 250.5 points. Quadrupling it in four years seemed perfectly reasonable to him, so naturally, he felt no shock at all.

Following this, An Lan took off the helmet and placed it on Na'er, who was beside him.

"Beep, beep, beep!"

The numbers on the Soul Tool screen jumped rapidly:

[Soul Power: 33]

[Mental Power: 699]

Na'er nodded in satisfaction at the sight; she had controlled her score flawlessly. This was world-class wisdom.

The successive shocking data left Bai Zhicen numb with disbelief. She rubbed her brow and laughed helplessly, "Not bad, Na'er's mental power has also steadily stepped into the Spirit Sea Realm."

A moment later, Yuanen Yehui's data also appeared: level thirty Soul Elder, mental power 520 points.

Yuanen Yehui's lips curled upward, her heart filled with secret joy, while Na'er stared at her with wide, jealous eyes.

She wanted such a perfect number so badly.

The next day, early morning.

The sun was bright, and a gentle breeze blew.

An Lan, Na'er, and Yuanen Yehui arrived at the agreed meeting point empty-handed and right on time.

Bai Zhicen and Bai Haoze had been waiting for quite a while. Both sisters had changed into casual attire, looking full of vitality—the spitting image of two youthful college students.

The kind with dyed hair and colored contact lenses.

An Lan swept a calm gaze over the sisters, then swept it again.

"Little brat, eyes full of flowers, are they?"

Bai Zhicen keenly captured his gaze, her chin lifted slightly with a hint of smugness.

An Lan's expression remained calm as he replied faintly, "My assessment is, it's not as good as the Spirit Pagoda uniform."

Esdeath is the GOAT, he thought to himself.

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhicen looked shocked, then put her hands on her hips and righteously accused him, "You're actually a uniform fetishist! Letting you look for all these years was a waste!"

"Sister Xiaobai, I'm ten years old this year," An Lan said, unhurriedly playing his age card.

"That still makes you a pervert! o(´^｀)o"

Bai Zhicen pouted haughtily and stopped bickering, turning instead to Na'er and Yuanen Yehui. "Since everyone is here, let's go."

"How are we going? Are we taking the Soul Tool train?" Na'er asked curiously.

"The Soul Tool train is too slow," Bai Zhicen said with a mysterious smile. "We have a better option."

She clapped her hands, and a purple stream of light descended from the sky.

"Teacher's Amethyst Phoenix!"

Seeing the purple phoenix mecha with a wingspan of over thirty meters before him, An Lan couldn't help but speak up.

"Correct," Bai Zhicen said with a faint smile. "For this trip, His Excellency Purple Phoenix specifically handed the control of this 'Amethyst Phoenix' to my sister and me."

"Come on up," Bai Haoze said, boarding the aircraft first. "I'll pilot, you guys rest in the back."

The five of them boarded the Amethyst Phoenix one after another.

The interior of the mecha was spacious, and since it wasn't the first time for any of them, they found their seats with practiced ease.

"I love Aunt Ning to death!" Na'er threw herself into the sofa, hugging a soft pillow and refusing to let go.

With such a comfortable and fast mecha for transport, who would want to squeeze onto a Soul Tool train!

"Sit tight, we're taking off!"

Bai Haoze started the engine, and the Amethyst Phoenix emitted a low roar as the fuselage slowly ascended.

A moment later, the mecha accelerated, transforming into a streak of purple light that pierced through the clouds and sped toward the east.

High above, the sea of clouds surged.

Bai Zhicen walked over to the group carrying freshly squeezed spirit fruit juice: "Have something to drink. Eastsea City is further than Shrek City; it will take four hours to get there."

"Thanks, Sister Xiaobai!" Na'er took the juice and took a large gulp.

Bai Zhicen sat on the sofa and asked casually, "What are you little brats going to Eastsea City for?"

"Seafood!" Na'er was the first to raise her hand. "I want to eat seafood!"

"All you think about is eating." Bai Zhicen shook her head helplessly.

Yuanen Yehui said, "The Spirit Ascension Platform in Eastsea City happens to be in a riot period these two days, and Mu Xi wants me to take her for spirit ascension."

The Mu Xi she spoke of was none other than the apple of the eye of Mu Chen, president of the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association.

Yuanen Yehui had chosen blacksmithing as her secondary profession, and as it happened, her father, Yuanen Tiandang, had traveled the continent in his youth and shared a deep friendship with Mu Chen.

Four years ago, after Yuanen Tiandang returned from Shengtian City with his wife, he had wasted no time in taking his daughter to Eastsea City to seek apprenticeship.

Yuanen Yehui's talent for forging was truly impressive, and Mu Xi, seeing another girl who had chosen blacksmithing as a secondary profession just like her, was overjoyed and begged her father to take this junior sister under his wing.

Just like that, Yuanen Yehui successfully became an apprentice to the Level 8 Saint Craftsman Mu Chen and became close sisters with Mu Xi.

It was just that she didn't want to stay in Eastsea City all the time, but fortunately, with her old father Yuanen Tiandang around, taking her back and forth wasn't a problem.

Hearing this, An Lan turned to look at Yuanen Yehui and asked, "Huihui, you haven't visited your master in a long time, have you?"

"It's been eight months." Yuanen Yehui's cheeks flushed slightly at these words, and she said with some embarrassment.

According to the standards of the Federal Blacksmith, the requirement for a Level 3 Federal Blacksmith is successful thousand-refinement, and one is qualified to be promoted to a Level 4 Federal Blacksmith if they can consistently achieve second-grade thousand-refinement or complete thousand-refinement on three consecutive specified metals.

The gap between Level 3 and Level 4 blacksmiths is a lack of extensive practice.

After successfully mastering thousand-refinement, Yuanen Yehui had stayed in Shangling City, only occasionally asking her teacher Mu Chen for advice via soul guidance videos, never paying a personal visit.

This trip to Eastsea City had another purpose: to visit her teacher, Mu Chen.

As for whether Mu Chen would be angry, Yuanen Yehui was already prepared.

To keep him from complaining, she had specifically saved her Level 4 Federal Blacksmith examination for the Eastsea City Blacksmith Association.