Born a King, Qualified to Compete for the Throne!!

Lanya Pavilion Inner Court

In a room furnished with elegant simplicity, a graceful noblewoman sat in a chair, gently combing her pale blue hair in front of a mirror.

Behind her, several stewards stood with heads bowed, reporting on the affairs of the pavilion.

She nodded occasionally, offering a few words of assessment in a calm tone that nonetheless exuded authority.

Just then, the door curtain rustled, and Lan Hua entered, looking troubled.

Seeing this, the stewards immediately bowed and withdrew.

In an instant, the room fell silent, leaving only the soft, rhythmic sound of the comb passing through hair.

"Xiao Hua, what is it?"

Lan Ya set down her wooden comb, turned to look at Lan Hua, and raised an eyebrow.

Lan Hua took a deep breath and walked up to her: "Mom, there's something I want to ask you."

"Oh?"

Lan Ya was somewhat surprised. She stood up, took Lan Hua's hand, and pulled her into an embrace, her fingers gently stroking Lan Hua's long hair as her tone softened. "Is there anything you can't tell Mom? Go ahead."

It had been so long since she had been this close to her child that Lan Ya couldn't even remember.

Listening to the gentle female voice beside her ear, Lan Hua steadied herself and asked bluntly: "Mom, when did you... meet that man with the surname Tang?"

"What?" Lan Ya was stunned, almost thinking she had misheard. She looked down at her daughter's serious expression, feeling both annoyed and amused. "You child, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"Don't play dumb!" Lan Hua, assuming her mother was feigning ignorance, stiffened her neck and said, "His children have already come knocking at our door!"

"You brat, you're even teasing your own mother now!" Lan Ya, both angry and amused, pulled her into a tight embrace and began to ruffle her hair vigorously. "I think your skin is itching for a lesson!"

"No, no, Mom, I was wrong!"

Lan Hua wailed, begging for mercy repeatedly.

A moment later, Lan Hua lay on the floor, panting heavily, and glared indignantly at Lan Ya.

Lan Ya ignored her, her gaze fixed entirely on the jade card Lan Hua had handed over. As she felt the familiar texture, the smile on her face froze.

When she looked closely at the familiar Blue Silver patterns on the card, her pupils constricted.

To verify her suspicion, she injected a sliver of soul power, and the next moment, the patterns on the jade card were instantly covered in a golden halo.

Within the Blue Silver Sacred Heart Sect, only a handful of people held a jade card of this level, and all of them were currently within the sect. For someone outside to produce this...

There was only one possibility—

Ah Yin!

As soon as the name surfaced, Lan Ya's breathing faltered.

She abruptly pulled the crouching Lan Hua to her feet, her tone losing its earlier composure and turning urgent: "Where are they? Take me to see them, quickly!"

Lan Hua was startled by her reaction. Seeing her mother's solemn expression, she realized belatedly that the situation was likely not at all what she had imagined.

Not daring to ask more, she quickly got up to lead the way.

Soon, the two arrived outside the room where Lan Yu and Tang Shan were staying and gently pushed the door open.

Lan Ya stepped inside, and upon seeing only two children in the room, a flicker of disappointment crossed her heart.

But the next second, as her gaze landed on the face of Tang Shan, who had looked up at the sound, her body trembled violently.

Too similar.

She was practically carved from the same mold as Ah Yin back in the day.

"Child, come here." Lan Ya beckoned gently to Tang Shan, her tone softer than it had ever been.

Tang Shan didn't look back to ask Lan Yu; it was as if an innate guidance in her bloodline prevented her from feeling any wariness toward the noblewoman before her.

She hesitated for a moment, then obediently walked over.

"Good child."

Lan Ya raised her hand, carefully touching her cheek, her eyes slightly moist. "I am your mother's cousin. By seniority, you should call me Aunt."

"Aunt..." Tang Shan blinked and whispered the title.

After the two shared a moment of warmth, Lan Ya finally calmed her emotions and looked toward Lan Yu, who had already stood up.

At that single glance, she frowned almost imperceptibly.

Could this child not be Ah Yin's child?

As if reading her confusion, Tang Shan tilted her head and whispered, "Aunt, this is my older brother."

Hearing this, Lan Yu stepped forward and bowed slightly to Lan Ya: "Aunt. I am a child adopted by Mother. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me."

"So that's how it is."

Lan Ya realized, her gaze lingering on Lan Yu's handsome features. She sighed inwardly at Ah Yin's good taste; the child she had adopted was also so refined.

She didn't waste any more words and asked the most important question directly: "Child, your mother... where is she now?"

Lan Yu shook his head, his tone calm. "I don't know either. Mother's whereabouts are uncertain, and I haven't seen her in a long time."

"I see..."

Lan Ya's face showed disappointment. She remained silent for a moment before snapping back to reality, looking at Lan Yu. "Never mind. I heard from Lan Hua that you came here specifically to find me, right?"

"Yes." Lan Yu nodded, turning his head to signal to Tang Shan. "Xiao Shan, release your martial soul and spirit rings."

As he spoke, Tang Shan stepped out of Lan Ya's embrace, turned around, and the Haotian Flood Dragon martial soul instantly manifested behind her as one yellow and one purple spirit ring rose up.

Lan Hua's eyes widened in shock, and she gasped in disbelief, "The second ring is already a thousand-year one? How is that possible!"

In contrast, Lan Ya frowned deeply. She stared at the martial soul behind Tang Shan and said in a low, serious voice, "Why is it that Ah Yin's child did not awaken the Blue Silver King martial soul?"

Tang Shan looked up at her, a faint smile curling her lips. "I have it, actually."

As she spoke, under their stunned gazes, golden light swirled in the palm of Tang Shan's right hand, and a stalk of Blue Silver Grass with deep silver stripes slowly emerged.

"Twin martial souls?!" they exclaimed in unison.

"Aunt, this is the reason we came to find you." As he spoke, three purple spirit rings slowly rose from beneath Lan Yu's feet.

Watching the two women who were shocked once again, he continued, "Xiao Shan and I have already enrolled in the Tiandou Royal Academy and have become members of the Heaven Dou Team."

"Firstly, due to special circumstances, we have both absorbed spirit rings beyond our limits. In the future, when we need to hunt for spirit rings, we would like to ask for your assistance."

"Secondly, you are an orthodox Blue Silver Spirit Douluo of the Blue Silver Sacred Heart Sect, so you must be clear on the cultivation methods for spirit masters of the Blue Silver lineage. Xiao Shan will need your guidance regarding the future cultivation path of her Blue Silver Grass."

This was the art of language. Upon hearing this, the smile on Lan Ya's face grew even wider.

She could already foresee the glory of the Blue Silver Sacred Heart Sect once Tang Shan succeeded as the sect master.

Lan Ya reached out and stroked Tang Shan's head, her tone gentle yet tinged with a hint of solemnity. "Before you become a Titled Douluo, you must not attach any spirit rings to your Blue Silver King martial soul, nor should you reveal it in front of outsiders, do you understand?"

"Yes." Tang Shan nodded; Ah Yin had told her the same thing.

She looked up at Lan Ya, her eyes filled with a touch of confusion. "But Aunt, aren't you also a Blue Silver King martial soul? Why don't you have to hide yours?"

Hearing this, Lan Ya chuckled softly and explained patiently, "There are levels even among Blue Silver Kings.

To be precise, your martial soul is not an ordinary Blue Silver King, but the Blue Silver Prince."

"Blue Silver Prince?" Tang Shan was stunned, lowering her head as she murmured the term.

"That's right."

Lan Ya nodded. "For ordinary Blue Silver Grass spirit masters, reaching the level of Blue Silver King is the limit of their entire lives.

Unless blessed with great fortune, the vast majority must wait until they are at least Spirit Saints for their martial soul to complete its first evolution and transform into a Blue Silver King."

"But the offspring of the Blue Silver Emperor are different; they are born as kings and possess the qualifications to compete for the throne!"

"It is precisely for this reason that a Blue Silver King spirit master who has not yet reached the Spirit Saint realm will absolutely attract the attention of those with ulterior motives!"