Big Sister Na'er and a Brand New Wager

Dong Yi'an pulled himself together with a grim expression, refocusing his attention on Na'er, who stood not far away.

The surrounding crowd was buzzing with noise, mostly discussing Shen Nanxun and his abilities. Others were mocking Dong Yi'an for his overestimation of his own strength.

He had to prove himself!

Even if it meant just defeating Shen Nanxun's younger sister first, it would still count as regaining some face.

Besides, the girl in front of him looked soft and weak; she shouldn't... be very strong.

At the very least, she didn't look like someone skilled in combat.

Demon Pill Na merely yawned, looking lazy and showing no signs of taking this seriously at all. This was a stark contrast to Dong Yi'an, who was treating this as a battle to prove his worth.

"I won't lose!"

Dong Yi'an suddenly raised his hand, his soul power coalescing as a gray spear materialized in his grip. The spearhead featured an iconic wolf-head emblem; this was his martial soul, the Sky Wolf Spear.

One reason he wasn't as highly regarded as his older brother was that his martial soul hadn't inherited the beast martial soul of Dong Zi'an, but was instead a mutated combination of his parents' martial souls.

With only an innate soul power of level five, it didn't seem like a particularly beneficial mutation.

"Take this!"

Dong Yi'an's soul power barely reached level eight; he had no Soul Spirit, let alone a first soul ring. Thus, it was nothing more than a straight, brute-force thrust.

Na'er chewed on a piece of toffee and waved her hand casually. The Silver Dragon Spear leaped into her grasp. She spun it in a light flourish before thrusting it forward.

Both were spear-against-spear, yet from the sheer momentum alone, Na'er's strike truly carried the essence of a dragon emerging from the deep, with a faint, resonant dragon's roar echoing from the shaft.

If Na'er's strike was like a dragon, then Dong Yi'an's was more like a worm. It wasn't that he was inherently terrible—his foundation was actually decent.

But in front of the Silver Dragon Spear, he was no different from Luo Sanpao.

The outcome of the first exchange was immediately clear.

Na'er flicked her wrist, and the Silver Dragon Spear moved like silver lightning, gently tapping Dong Yi'an's heavy, forceful strike aside.

The moment the shafts touched, Dong Yi'an felt a massive force surge from the weapon, numbing his hand so severely that he nearly lost all sensation in his grip.

Refusing to accept defeat, he let out a roar and danced the Sky Wolf Spear into a blur of shadows, attempting to win through sheer volume. Yet, Na'er's spear technique was agile; her seemingly casual movements always precisely targeted the flaws in his offense. Every strike of the Silver Dragon Spear carried a biting dragon aura and a whistling wind.

Within three moves, Dong Yi'an's offense had reached its limit.

He panted heavily, looking down at his Sky Wolf Spear. The light on the entire weapon had dimmed, as if it were on the verge of shattering.

"This..." A flicker of panic crossed Dong Yi'an's eyes. Ever since his martial soul awakened, he had practiced with it day and night, yet he never expected it to become his greatest laughingstock.

Dong Yi'an gritted his teeth, a flash of desperate madness in his eyes. His mind was a chaotic mess, leaving only a stubborn refusal to lose. Like a Don Quixote, he charged straight at Na'er with that Sky Wolf Spear, which had long since lost its edge.

There was no technique, just a purely reckless, brute-like charge!

The laziness in Na'er's eyes finally vanished. She looked at the boy charging blindly like a headless fly and raised an eyebrow.

When Dong Yi'an was only three steps away, he erupted with all his soul power, pouring his last ounce of strength into the Sky Wolf Spear and thrusting it forward!

Unfortunately, Na'er was no Hua Xiong, and he was certainly no Guan Yu.

Na'er tilted her body slightly, easily dodging the strike that carried his final shred of madness. Immediately after, she raised the Silver Dragon Spear high and brought it down with irresistible pressure in a heavy, sweeping strike.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Dong Yi'an knelt on one knee, his shoulder pinned by the Silver Dragon Spear, unable to stand. He clenched his teeth and gripped his Sky Wolf Spear, trying to use it to lift the weapon and strike back. But then, a massive wave of soul power poured down from the Silver Dragon Spear, ruthlessly suppressing him.

Soul power suppression.

The spear rose only an inch before it could move no further. Just as he had hoped in his heart that Ye Xi would use soul power to suppress Shen Nanxun, those words had ultimately come back to haunt him.

He lifted his head with great difficulty. Na'er stood before him, silhouetted against the morning light. Her short, silver hair fluttered in the breeze, and she wore the same beautiful face, only now it looked colder.

And at some point, those silver eyes had transformed into vertical slits.

The moment their gazes met, Dong Yi'an's martial soul dissipated instantly. He slumped to the ground, drenched in cold sweat, his former sharpness completely gone.

Na'er put away the Silver Dragon Spear and clapped her hands. "Remember this: from now on, call me Boss!"

The wildest in North Sea Academy is Na, who only eats the best ham.

Na'er's journey as the big sister had officially begun.

After finishing the fight with ease, Na'er skipped back to Shen Nanxun's side and stood still. With her hands behind her back and her chin tilted slightly upward, she looked up at him with silver eyes brimming with pride that was about to overflow.

"Shen Nanxun, how was that?"

"Passable." Shen Nanxun was stingy with his praise, leaving absolutely no room for Na'er to get cocky.

Na'er's cheeks puffed up visibly. But the curve of her lips refused to be suppressed, making her current expression quite contradictory.

The top half of her face tried hard to look angry, while the bottom half honestly curled into an irrepressible smile.

"Just 'passable'?"

"No way. I stood up for you, you have to give me a reward!"

"How about a 'Xizhilang' slap to the face?"

"Get lost!"

The two were bickering, but the moment Na'er pulled out her trump card—the threat of "tattling"—she successfully claimed victory.

"Alright, alright." Shen Nanxun was quite helpless and could only concede. "Tell me, what reward do you want?"

Na'er's silver eyes lit up instantly. She leaned forward half a step and tilted her head back. She extended the tip of her tongue and gave her lips a quick, light lick.

"Let me take a bite!"

"Are you a puppy? Why are you so eager to bite people?" A black line appeared on Shen Nanxun's forehead; he knew this was the only quirk she had.

However, this time Na'er didn't bristle. Instead, she softened her entire demeanor and acted spoiled. "Just one bite, just one, I promise it won't hurt."

Faced with her thousand faces, Shen Nanxun had plenty of ways to deal with her.

He shook his head slightly and feigned a sigh. "I would have liked to, but I had a dream last night where someone bit me, and she said Na'er wasn't worthy of biting me—only she was. It's left me with a psychological shadow."

"Ah?"

Na'er's small face puffed up in anger as she asked, "Who is she?"

"I don't know." Shen Nanxun mused slightly, as if he were truly recalling the memory. "I only remember there seemed to be a silver dragon..."

Na'er's small face turned completely crimson. Two flames burned in her silver eyes, and her small hands clenched into fists at her sides. She looked like a kettle about to boil over, with white steam practically rising from the top of her head.

She lowered her head, her lips moving as she muttered something only she could hear.

"It must be that stinky Gu Yue! That wretch is behind this, haunting me like a ghost; even after splitting up, she still wants to fight me for him. I was the one who found him first, I was the one who bit him first, how dare she say I'm not worthy, how dare she! Stinky Gu Yue, rotten Gu Yue, stealing my food and now trying to steal my... steal my..."

Watching Na'er from the side, Shen Nanxun's lips curled into a faint smile.

A little trick, and the prey walked right into the net.

After the practical combat class, Teacher Adolf called the two of them aside.

"Shen Nanxun, Na'er, your performance was excellent. It seems you will have no trouble keeping up with the curriculum in the future."

"However, some time ago, the class began offering courses on secondary professions. You need to choose one so that you can receive specialized training. So, tell me which secondary profession you intend to study, and I will report it."

In this era, with the development of Soul Guidance Technology, four secondary professions had emerged. There was the Mecha Designer, responsible for the overall planning and blueprint drafting of mechas and battle armor; the Mecha Manufacturer, focused on physical construction and the engraving of arrays; the Mecha Repairer, primarily responsible for troubleshooting, damage repair, and daily maintenance; and the Blacksmith, who handled metal forging.

Shen Nanxun had given the four secondary professions serious thought. First, he could rule out the Mecha Repairer and Manufacturer. What made him hesitate were the remaining two.

He considered the Blacksmith because there was only one Divine Craftsman in this era, and he didn't want to be at the mercy of others. As for the Designer, it was because his battle armor was extremely unique. The reason every Battle Armor Master's armor differed was not only due to their different martial souls but also their different paths of development.

Battle armor for twin martial souls was relatively difficult to design, but not impossible to solve. Shen Nanxun, however, possessed five martial souls, which meant his battle armor had to simultaneously accommodate the power of five different attributes. There was much to consider, and his remaining four Soul Spirits were still unknown. Yet, he couldn't wait until he had awakened all his Soul Spirits to forge his battle armor; by then, it would be too late.

Therefore, becoming an excellent Mecha Designer was absolutely essential.

Adolf did not require them to make a decision on the spot.

"You can go back and think about it carefully, then let me know later."

On the ride back after class, Shen Nanxun was still pondering this question.

Blacksmith or Designer?

Blacksmith meant he could forge his own battle armor by hand, without relying on others or being constrained by them. But there was only one Divine Craftsman in this era, and the road to reaching that height was far, far too long.

Designer meant he had to face the core secret of his martial souls: five Soul Spirits, five types of power, and five distinct combat systems. How could he unify them into a single set of battle armor? How could the armor simultaneously bear such disparate powers?

This wasn't an ordinary twin martial soul; this was the manifestation of five Deities. Searching the entire continent, he likely wouldn't find another Mecha Designer capable of designing such armor. This was a path he had to walk alone.

Just as he was lost in thought, a warm breath suddenly brushed against his cheek.

Shen Nanxun snapped back to reality. Na'er had leaned in close at some point, so close that their noses were almost touching. Her silver-white hair fell down, and a few strands brushed against his forehead, tickling him.

"Shen Nanxun, you should choose Blacksmith." The young girl's voice lacked any affectation and sounded very earnest.

"I'll help you design your battle armor in the future."

Her silver eyes curved into two bright, crescent moons. "I'll choose Mecha Designer."

After she finished speaking, she blinked, waiting expectantly for his response.

But to her surprise, Shen Nanxun didn't show the excitement or gratitude she had imagined. Instead, after a brief moment of stunned silence, he immediately pulled away from her, his face full of vigilance.

"Don't even think about tricking me into letting you bite me."

Na'er: "..."

As expected, when you aren't loved, everything you do is wrong.

So, it was all Gu Yue's fault!

Meanwhile, the Chief who was being inexplicably dissed was currently inside a super Soul Beast prison, a special facility provided by the Spirit Pagoda.

The black-haired, black-eyed girl stood before the Lake of Life and sneezed for no apparent reason. She frowned slightly, raised her hand to rub the tip of her nose, and a faint trace of confusion flickered in her dark eyes.

She found it strange; as the famous Silver Dragon King, Master of Soul Beasts, a worthless fragment of the Dragon God, and the embodiment of ultimate wisdom, how could she possibly sneeze?

Could it be that someone in the God Realm was still coveting her?

"Damn Asura God, damn human Deities."

Regardless, she would curse them first; cursing never hurt.

Just then, a low and respectful voice came from behind her.

"My Lord."

The man with black hair and golden eyes stood silently about a yard behind her.

"Regarding the matter of your other half..."

"Do not mention it again. Let it be for now; I have my own plans for her." The black-haired girl merely waved her hand lightly, cutting him off.

"Have you investigated that aura in the east?"

Di Tian, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King, dared not say more and could only continue to answer, "I have already sent the King of Ten Thousand Monsters, though it is not yet entirely clear. However, it can be confirmed that it is likely his bloodline power."

The black-haired girl's expression turned cold. "If so, it means he has fallen as well."

Those fellows in the God Realm would never have let him out alive, so there was only one possibility: after his death, his bloodline had drifted into the mortal world.

"Damn those human Deities!" Di Tian's eyes were filled with rage and sorrow, as if he were recalling the former glory of the Dragon Clan and its current decline.

"It is not necessarily a bad thing." A purple glint flickered in the black-haired girl's cold eyes. "If I devour this bloodline, at the very least, I will be able to recover a portion of my strength..."

"Very well, withdraw. These matters still require careful deliberation."

After Di Tian had departed, the black-haired girl looked up at the sky and clenched her hand slightly in the air. "Na'er, do you truly believe you can defeat me? You possess only thirty percent of our power, yet you dare to harbor delusions of surpassing me by borrowing the strength of humans. It is truly a pipe dream."

In her other hand, she held a soul guidance communication device—something found only in the human world. She had gone to great lengths to acquire it, under the pretense that one must understand humans in order to defeat them.

The screen of the device displayed a heartwarming family video that had recently gone viral on Douhun. The protagonist within was none other than the silver-haired, silver-eyed girl, accompanied by three other unfamiliar faces.