Na'er's Gourmet Plan, Blackmailing Adolf, and Star Dou Battle Net

Four years later, North Sea City, North Sea Academy.

Amidst golden radiance, a youth with wings on his back wore a blue military cadet uniform. He brandished a long golden sword, the blade's light flickering like a rainbow piercing the clouds.

"Sword, come!"

Three children of the same age surrounded the youth, all clad in similar cadet uniforms, launching a collective assault.

"Star Light Annihilation!" Ye Xi activated her first soul skill, and her Star Saint Sword erupted with dazzling light, coordinating with the other two students to form a triangular pincer movement.

Three heroes battled Shen Nanxun!

Beneath Shen Nanxun were two brilliant golden soul rings, carrying an extremely dense sacred attribute. In four years, he had cultivated to level twenty-eight, possessing two soul rings bestowed upon him by Qian Renxue.

Over these many years, the rest of the class had grown accustomed to his unique, brilliant golden soul rings.

The triangular pincer was complete. Ye Xi's Star Saint Sword thrust from the front. To his left was a stocky boy whose hands were covered in a layer of dark golden metallic claws—the beast soul, Adamantium Wolf. To his rear right was a lithe girl with long, slender legs; a faint halo of light swirled around her ankles. Her soul was the well-known Soft Bone Charm Rabbit.

Long sword, sharp claws, and whip-legs—the three attacks struck from three directions with fierce momentum.

Shen Nanxun handled it with ease. He flapped his wings to take flight, dodging the attack range, but he did not merely retreat. Instead, he twisted his body in an instant, his golden wings acting like two meteors trailing golden flames, moving with extreme speed.

He gripped the sword with both hands, first slashing out a blade of light that collided with Ye Xi's first soul skill, Star Light Annihilation. Then, he leveled his sword, clashing head-on with the Adamantium claws.

At that moment, the whip-leg arrived, kicking straight toward Shen Nanxun's waist with extreme cunning.

It seemed that the possessors of this soul had been this way since ancient times—vicious to the core.

Shen Nanxun did not dodge. He channeled soul power into his sword, a flash of gold forcing the Adamantium Wolf soul master back. He then retracted the sword, blade pointing upward, and executed the Angel Saint Sword Technique at his side, precisely blocking the path of the incoming legs.

He intercepted the powerful strike head-on.

While the battle raged intensely on Shen Nanxun's side, a young girl sat on the nearby spectator stand, watching lazily.

She leaned against the back of her chair, one leg curled up with her foot on the edge of the seat, the other dangling lightly. A silver halo flickered around her ankle as she swung her leg. Her left elbow rested on her knee, supporting her chin. Her short silver hair fluttered in the autumn breeze, and her silver eyes gazed at the golden-winged figure on the field, her expression languid and bored.

In four years, Na'er had grown much taller. The ten-year-old girl had shot up as if she were being stretched. Her once-round face had shed its baby fat, the lines becoming clear and fluid, and her jaw had narrowed significantly, though a soft, girlish curve remained on her cheekbones.

She sat there doing nothing, yet she drew the gaze of almost every male student in the stands.

"Stinky Shen Nanxun!"

A very soft mutter leaked from between the fingers supporting her chin. Her lips were slightly pouted, as if she were dissatisfied.

"It's been three days, one hour, and one minute and thirty seconds since you let me bite you."

Just then, a figure trotted up to her, knelt on one knee, and handed over two bottles of mineral water.

"Boss, water for you and Brother Xun."

The somewhat sycophantic youth before her was none other than the rebellious Dong Yi'an from four years ago.

However, he now held another identity: Na'er's most loyal lackey. After losing back then, Dong Yi'an had refused to accept it and had challenged Na'er to fights time and again.

Eventually, Dong Yi'an annoyed Na'er so much that, regardless of whether he came looking for her or not, Na'er would beat him up without fail every single day.

The fearsome reputation of Demon Pill Na had echoed throughout the entire academy.

It wasn't until Na'er had thoroughly beaten Dong Yi'an into submission that the current dynamic emerged. It could be said that in his heart, Na'er's status was like the sun to the people of North Korea.

Seeing Na'er take the water, Dong Yi'an asked cautiously, "Boss, may I ask a question..."

"It's too presumptuous, don't ask," Na'er interrupted expressionlessly.

Dong Yi'an choked for a moment before adjusting his words: "Actually, it's not presumptuous."

"If it's not presumptuous, it's not important. Go back and check the Douhun AI yourself."

Dong Yi'an: "..."

Still a lackey with no human rights.

Na'er unscrewed the water and took a sip, her gaze remaining fixed on the figure on the field.

The battle was in full swing. Shen Nanxun was still handling the three-on-one fight with ease, his Angelic sacred soul power spreading out.

The starlight of the Star Saint Sword, the claws of the Adamantium Wolf, and the whip-legs of the Soft Bone Charm Rabbit struck in succession, yet he either slashed or blocked them all. The Angel Saint Sword seemed like a living thing in his hands, golden light blades crisscrossing and forcing the trio to retreat repeatedly.

He flapped his wings, his figure suddenly soaring higher. Looking down at the three from above, he pointed his sword lightly, his tone provocative:

"Your coordination is still lacking."

The expressions of Ye Xi and the others tightened, and they gritted their teeth as they charged forward again.

In the stands, Na'er's silver eyes narrowed slightly, and she muttered to herself again:

"Showing off again..."

Despite her disdainful words, her gaze never shifted for a second, and even the swinging of her ankle slowed down.

Seeming to think of something, she took a small notebook out of her soul storage ring. The words "Diary" were clearly written on it.

However, a line of small text was annotated on the side.

'Na'er's Gourmet Plan'

She flipped it open casually, only to find that the entire diary was filled with the exact same two words.

Want to eat.

She seemed to write it several times every day.

If one looked closely, they would discover a magnificent ultimate goal written at the end of the book.

"Step one: eat smelly Shen Nanxun. Step two: eat smelly Gu Yue. Finally, Na'er stands alone in beauty!"

Na'er's three-step plan.

She wrote "want to eat" in large letters a few more times, then licked her lips with delight and tucked the diary away, feeling satisfied.

She prepared to take a sip of water, but just as she picked up her own bottle, she hesitated, switched it for Shen Nanxun's, and took a large, aggressive gulp.

"I wouldn't mind eating leftovers."

The battle on the training ground finally drew to a close, ending with Shen Nanxun's victory.

Ye Xi and the others slumped on the sidelines. She struggled to stand up, then admitted defeat with genuine conviction: "Shen Nanxun, your swordsmanship is the strongest I have ever seen among our peers, aside from my cousin."

"If my cousin comes to North Sea City during the holidays, I will definitely make her spar with you!"

"I look forward to it." Shen Nanxun agreed generously, though he muttered to himself inwardly.

It seemed that the one in the Ye Family of this generation with outstanding swordsmanship and talent was indeed that person.

Just as he was lost in thought, Na'er walked up to him and, with unexpected docility, handed him a bottle of water.

Shen Nanxun didn't think much of it and casually unscrewed it to take a sip, but he froze the moment he swallowed.

He finally realized.

Why was there only half the water left? He had only taken a small sip earlier, but now only a quarter remained.

"Did you drink this?" Shen Nanxun immediately cast his suspicion toward the person in front of him who was feigning innocence.

"Hehe, it's fine, I don't mind you." Na'er raised her eyebrows, looking somewhat haughty.

Shen Nanxun was speechless.

"But I mind you."

Before Na'er could bare her teeth and bite him, Instructor Adolf arrived just in time to prevent the tragedy.

He brought the two of them into his office, where it was relatively quiet.

"I've called you two here mainly because I want you to represent the North Sea Legion in the youth division of the first Star Dou Battle Net Legion Tournament."

The Star Dou Battle Net tournament was the same type of competition Tang Wulin had participated in while at the Blood God Battalion in another timeline. Back then, however, it involved the entire Federation, with all major cities, organizations, and legions participating. This technology was not yet fully perfected, so it was currently only being piloted within the major legions.

This was also the first tournament of its kind.

Adolf continued, "This is the latest high-tech research from the Federation. The system will scan your bodies and martial souls, perfectly simulating your actual conditions, much like entering the Spirit Ascension Platform, though it is safer. All legions in the Federation will participate. There are two categories: mecha combat and soul master combat, both of which are individual events. They are divided into three groups: the adult group, the adolescent group, and the youth group."

"The youth group is for ages nine to thirteen, which fits you both perfectly."

In reality, the previous practical combat classes had been a screening process, and it now appeared that Shen Nanxun and Na'er were the most suitable candidates.

"Instructor, are there rewards?"

There was no curiosity about the competition in Na'er's silver eyes, only a desperate craving for the prizes.

"Naturally, there are." Adolf nodded slightly. "The rewards this time are quite generous. For the youth group, you will be awarded all the rare metals required to forge a complete one-word battle armor, all of excellent quality. Furthermore, there will be a set of Light Spirit Fruits, which are extremely precious and can solidify the foundation for soul masters below the rank of Soul Ancestor."

"Is that so..." Na'er expressed a lack of interest, already thinking of a reasonable excuse to refuse.

Adolf coughed lightly and glanced at Shen Nanxun, his meaning self-evident.

He wanted him to help persuade her.

Shen Nanxun saw through Na'er's thoughts at a glance. This little girl had nothing but food on her mind; rare metals and Light Spirit Fruits alone wouldn't pique her interest.

He stepped forward, seemingly gently tugging on Na'er's sleeve, and turned to look at Instructor Adolf. His tone was sincere, but a hint of cunning hid in the depths of his eyes.

"Na'er, Light Spirit Fruits are no ordinary items. Just by the name, you can tell the flesh is sweet, juicy, and melts in your mouth. The lingering soul power is infused with a fruity fragrance; it is definitely a rare delicacy, a hundred times better than the snacks in the academy cafeteria."

As soon as these words were spoken, Na'er's drooping eyelids instantly lifted, and a glimmer of light flashed in her silver eyes. She was clearly hooked.

Seeing this, Shen Nanxun struck while the iron was hot. He shifted his tone, appearing to help the instructor persuade her, but every word was actually an opportunity to make demands.

"And since you have chosen us to represent the North Sea Legion, the Legion will naturally provide additional subsidies to the participating students, right? After all, we are winning glory for the Legion; we can't rely solely on the tournament rewards.

I remember the limited-edition spicy rabbit heads in the Legion's kitchen are a delicacy. Na'er loves such fresh, spicy food. If we can secure a ranking, and if the Legion could reward us with a year of free spicy rabbit heads, and upgrade the battle armor resources from one-word to the rare metals for a complete two-word battle armor, we would have more motivation to compete and would certainly give our all to secure a good ranking for the Legion."

Adolf's mouth twitched violently upon hearing this, and he felt a wave of regret. How could he have forgotten that while this kid Shen Nanxun appeared gentle and indifferent, he was actually sharp-witted and even more black-bellied and cunning than Na'er.

Not only did he see through Na'er's unique preferences, but he also took the opportunity to ask for the moon. Just upgrading the resources from one-word to two-word battle armor would require them to cover the extra costs.

Shen Nanxun feigned helplessness and spread his hands, speaking softly to Adolf: "Instructor, you know Na'er is always capricious; only food can capture her attention. The resources for a one-word battle armor aren't enough to move her heart; only the resources for a two-word battle armor have any appeal. And a year of spicy rabbit heads is but a minor expense for the Legion, yet it would completely mobilize Na'er's enthusiasm.

We are the most suitable candidates in the academy. If we don't participate, the North Sea Legion will have no one to represent them in the youth group. If we miss out on a ranking, the loss would outweigh the gain."

Every word hit the mark.

Adolf looked at the resolute Na'er and then at the calm Shen Nanxun, who was actually pushing him step by step. He calculated for a moment.

If it were any other student, he would never have agreed to such harsh demands. But Shen Nanxun was gifted, a twenty-eighth-rank Great Soul Master whose strength crushed his peers, and Na'er was even more formidable, having beaten a group of students into submission at a young age. Only they had any hope of achieving good results in the youth division of the legion tournament.

After all, even among the children of other officers in the legion, even those aged twelve or thirteen were no match for these two.

After a long silence, Adolf finally gritted his teeth and agreed, looking as if he were in physical pain.

"Alright! As long as you can represent the North Sea Legion and place in the top three of the Youth Soul Master Tournament, I will take it upon myself to petition the Legion to reward you with a year's supply of unlimited spicy rabbit heads, plus a full allocation of rare metals for two-word battle armor. I will never go back on my word!"

Shen Nanxun's lips curled into a faint smile. He turned to look at Na'er, his eyes filled with a triumphant, gentle glow. "See? Isn't this a great deal? You get both delicious food and cultivation resources."

Na'er's face instantly lit up with joy, her silver eyes curving into crescents. Gone was any trace of her previous reluctance as she nodded repeatedly. "I want to compete! Na'er wants to compete! Na'er wants both the spicy rabbit heads and the Light Spirit Fruit!"

Watching Na'er, who was suddenly brimming with fighting spirit, and then looking at Shen Nanxun, who had secured such generous benefits without batting an eye, Adolf sighed helplessly. He silently calculated how he would petition the Legion for this extra reward.

He felt as though he had been thoroughly fleeced by these two little rascals this time.

"Alright, first I'll register accounts for the two of you on the Star Net; consider them your identification for the virtual world. You can choose any name you like, as it's just a codename in there; you don't have to use your real names."

"A name? How about I just use the name Qian Renxue? Combined with my current angel abilities, it's perfectly feasible."

Shen Nanxun muttered to himself in a low voice.

"You dare!"

Though the voice was faint, Qian Renxue, residing in his spiritual sea, heard it clearly.

"I'm just joking." Shen Nanxun sheepishly rubbed his head. After a moment of thought, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"I've got it, let's go with Wang Zai..."