Plane Spirit

Back in the living room, Xu Mengqing began to let his thoughts run wild. He had been transported to this Douluo World for several years now, from his first cry as a baby to awakening his Martial Soul today. With the memories of his past life, he knew far too many secrets about the future. Originally, he had only wanted to live peacefully and slowly grow stronger, but fate had made him meet Na'er ahead of time and even brought her into his home. He had no idea whether that was a blessing or a curse.

No matter what, becoming stronger was still the most important thing.

Before long, the sound of water from the bathroom gradually stopped. Meng Ling'er came out holding Na'er's hand, the girl already changed into clean clothes. Xu Mengqing looked up, and his eyes instantly lit up.

Na'er's originally messy silver hair had been tidied neatly, falling softly against both sides of her face and making her palm-sized little face appear even fairer and more delicate. She wore Xu Mengqing's old light-blue cotton shirt and shorts, clothes he had outgrown. Though the style was simple, they looked especially lively and adorable on her. With the dirt washed away, her little face was tender and lovely. Her violet eyes were clear and bright, as though filled with starlight, while her long, damp lashes trembled slightly, making her look utterly innocent. Fresh from her bath, her cheeks carried a faint pink flush. She looked like a tiny elf stepped out of a painting, so adorable that no one could look away.

"Wow, Na'er, you're so pretty!"

Na'er grew a little embarrassed under Xu Mengqing's fixed gaze. Her small hand gently clutched Meng Ling'er's clothes again, and she lowered her head slightly. Yet she could not help secretly glancing at Xu Mengqing, a trace of dependence in her eyes.

Seeing Na'er's obedient appearance, Meng Ling'er's heart softened completely. She gently rubbed the girl's hair, then turned to Xu Mengqing. "Xiaoqing, dinner will be ready soon. Take Na'er to sit in the living room for a while first, and get some fruit for your little sister."

"Okay, Mom!" Xu Mengqing hurried over and naturally took Na'er's small hand. It was soft and warm from her bath. "Na'er, I'll take you to have some apples. They're really sweet."

Na'er did not resist. She obediently followed Xu Mengqing into the living room and sat quietly on a small stool, like a docile little kitten. Xu Mengqing picked up a washed apple, cut it into small pieces with a knife, placed them on a little fork, and handed it to her. "Give it a try."

Na'er looked up at him and softly said, "Thank you." Then she began eating in small bites. As the sweet apple melted in her mouth, the tension in her expression finally faded completely, and a little warmth appeared in her eyes.

As she ate, she quietly studied the cozy little home. A simple tablecloth hung on the wall, and several potted plants stood in the corner. Every part of the place carried the warm feeling of everyday life. Since losing her memories, this was the first time she had felt such peace and security. It made her feel safer than anywhere else.

Meanwhile.

Within an unknown space, countless laws of the world flowed endlessly.

The face of a burly man suddenly turned pale, as though he had suffered a severe blow.

"Damn beast!" Tang Hao cursed.

"Brother Hao." Ah Yin's figure appeared beside Tang Hao, supporting him. "What happened?"

"Isn't it that damn Plane Spirit?" Tang Hao snarled.

"A hundred years ago, it secretly used the aura of the Underworld to create a favored one of the plane, hoping that once he grew up, he could draw upon the Underworld's power and make a futile last stand."

"Who would have thought that, a hundred years later, that damned beast would start causing trouble again?"

"Just a few hours ago, I was suddenly struck by the plane again. It caught me off guard, but fortunately, the blow wasn't very strong."

"Damn thing. It still wants to resist!"

"Third Sister," Tang Hao said, "is that Golden Tree still unwilling?"

Ah Yin gently shook her head. "I've tried sounding it out several times, but it refuses to cooperate."

"What an ungrateful wretch." Tang Hao cursed. "Back then, Xiao San transplanted it into Shrek Academy. Now we only want its life, asking it to contribute a little strength to the grand plans of our Tang family, yet it still refuses."

"Forget it. Ah Yin, help me suppress the Plane Spirit first. Once we find an opportunity later, we'll directly deal with that Golden Tree, and then you can take over the life core of the Douluo Plane."

"Mm." Ah Yin nodded gently, a loving look appearing on her face. "Brother Hao, Wulin is six years old this year."

"Is that so?" Tang Hao's expression softened somewhat before a trace of regret appeared. He brought up another matter. "Not long ago, following Xiao San's plan, I successfully discovered the Silver Dragon King's aura in the Star Dou Forest. I never expected her to truly be sleeping within the Star Dou Forest. The Golden Dragon King and Silver Dragon King are drawn to each other, so she will certainly sense the Golden Dragon King's aura within Wulin sooner or later."

"I found that her aura was extremely weak, and she was preparing to take human form. So I heavily wounded her and sent her, injured, to Wulin's side."

"Perhaps Wulin can become the legendary Dragon God."

"Really? That's wonderful!" Ah Yin said excitedly.

She was not skilled in combat and could not handle such a task. By herself, she also found it difficult to suppress the Plane Spirit.

Their scheme, planned for thousands of years, was about to succeed.

Their most urgent task now was to completely refine the Plane Spirit.

With the two of them acting together, the Plane Spirit, already weakened to the extreme, would surely struggle in vain. At most, it would take ten years. As for Wulin's side—

Although they would find it difficult to interfere with Douluo Continent during that time, their grandson carried Xiao San's divine consciousness within him.

The divine consciousness of a God King—even if it contained only a tiny fraction of a God King's power—was more than enough to remain invincible on Douluo Continent.

Since it was not yet time for dinner, Meng Ling'er brought out two plates of cookies and two cups of milk to help the two hungry children fill their stomachs first.

Perhaps Na'er really was starving. After glancing at Xu Mengqing, she immediately started eating without hesitation. She ate incredibly quickly, and before long, she had finished all the cookies and milk in front of her.

Although Xu Mengqing was hungry as well, he clearly understood the Silver Dragon King's appetite. When Na'er unconsciously shifted her gaze toward his cookies, he did not hesitate in the slightest.

"Here." Xu Mengqing pushed his own cookies in front of Na'er.

Na'er looked at him. She clearly wanted to eat them, but she still held herself back and shook her head.

"It's okay, eat them. I had a lot for lunch," Xu Mengqing said with a smile.

Na'er hesitated, but the temptation of the cookies was clearly too great for her. In the end, she began eating again.

Just then, the sound of a key turning came from the front door. Then, with a click, the door opened.

"I'm back!" Xu Zhan's hearty voice rang out, carrying with it the air of someone who had just returned from a long day.

Xu Zhan was about to change his shoes when he suddenly felt that something was off about the atmosphere in the living room.

He raised his head and immediately saw the silver-haired little girl sitting beside his son, delicate as a doll yet entirely unfamiliar to him. He froze, pointed at Na'er, and asked in surprise, "Xiaoqing, this... is this your classmate? Do we have a little guest at home?"