Do Sacred Angels Count Too? Gu Yuena's Hobby

"I don't understand..."

"A sixth-rank blacksmith learning Battle Armor crafting? Honestly, what a waste of talent—"

Zhen Hua muttered from time to time.

In his eyes, Jiang Yan learning anything else was simply gilding the lily!

"First, Little Yan is also a sixth-rank mecha designer. Second, isn't it obvious this is for Miss Gu?"

Mu Ye said mercilessly from beside him.

He supported Jiang Yan's idea of developing in multiple fields.

"Sigh, you just keep taking this little guy's side..."

"They say those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with romantic attachments."

"Little Yan, you haven't listened to a single word."

Watching Jiang Yan devote himself to planning the Battle Armor design, Zhen Hua felt both sentimental and helpless, clicking his tongue in wonder.

At such a young age, he had such tremendous talent. Why did he have to become such a hopeless romantic?

"..."

Jiang Yan couldn't be bothered with him. His hands continued moving until he had perfected the design before finally stopping.

Looking at the Battle Armor design he had completed, a strange light flashed through Jiang Yan's eyes. In his mind, the image of the girl wearing the Battle Armor in the future seemed to quietly emerge.

Hopefully, it would turn out the way he wanted.

"Done!"

"Shouldn't it be time to forge now?"

Seeing Jiang Yan finish the blueprint, Zhen Hua immediately rubbed his hands together with a smile and stepped forward to put away his things for him, his movements incredibly smooth.

He was terrified that the boy would get distracted by something else again.

Forging was what he should be doing most!

Then he discovered...

Jiang Yan silently took out two more new design blueprints, whose outlines had apparently been drawn long ago and were now awaiting detailed additions.

"What...?"

"There are more?!"

Zhen Hua's body shook, and he couldn't help asking.

"Mm, those two and a half minutes were only for this blueprint."

"I have other things to design."

Jiang Yan nodded. He spoke so calmly, yet every word left the other man utterly numb.

"Why did you come here to make blueprints? And here I thought you were finally going to make some proper progress."

Zhen Hua gritted his teeth as he spoke, silently setting down the blueprints he had just picked up before sitting down nearby.

Jiang Yan thought for a moment before quietly saying, "Because it's quiet here. Well, I mean when you aren't around."

Honestly, if Zhen Hua didn't come by every day...

He would feel even more at ease here.

"You..."

Zhen Hua's eyes instantly reddened as he clenched his fists, only to slowly loosen them again. What else could he even say?

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

He tossed out those words, silently unclenched his fists again, and turned his head away, as though the scene wouldn't happen as long as he didn't look at it.

"Little Yan has already been very diligent lately. Compared to that, he's been neglecting his other secondary professions quite a bit. If you truly want what's best for him, follow his own wishes."

Mu Ye was the one who patted his shoulder, speaking calmly.

Yet when he looked at Jiang Yan's diligent research, his heart was filled with sincere gratification and satisfaction.

After all, he wasn't merely the Body Sect's leader. He was also one of the continent's publicly recognized top red-rank mecha masters.

Even though he had always placed his sect first, with that identity, if possible, he still hoped to find someone to inherit his legacy.

Unfortunately...

His disciple Ruheng had absolutely no talent for mechas. Perhaps if he were to witness the birth of another top-tier mecha master, it could only be this Little Yan.

"..."

"That friend of yours..."

"Could she be from the Angel Clan?"

Not long afterward, Mu Ye looked somewhat hesitant. Seeing the obvious reserved slots for back wings in the Battle Armor design, he quietly asked.

With the planned selection of light-element metals and the preliminary preparations for back wings, it would be stranger if he couldn't guess what it was.

But...

Why were there spaces reserved for three pairs of wings?

Even the inherited martial soul of the Sacred Angel Clan only had four wings.

"Hm?"

"More or less."

But not one so low-end.

Jiang Yan looked up at him, nodded, then shook his head. The Sacred Angel Yue Family was naturally a prominent clan and among the very best in this era, so he was certainly familiar with them.

But there was no need to compare them with Sister Xue'er.

A so-called angel that couldn't even produce an Ultimate Douluo in the era of Douluo III was ultimately nothing more than a stray by the roadside.

"The Sacred Angel Clan...?"

"Is that what the Qian Family is called in this era?"

Within the sea of consciousness, inside the golden hall.

Qian Renxue was clearly drawn in by those words. Waves of reverie flashed through her beautiful eyes as she wondered what her family had become after twenty thousand years of development.

Back then, they had been the undisputed number one family in the world.

In this new era...

Surely they remained just as mighty!

"Regardless of the era, an angel martial soul will definitely be among the strongest. It's just that..."

"The name Sacred Angel is rather careless. Logically speaking, the inheritance shouldn't have changed its name either."

Within the dim purple hall, Bibi Dong silently transmitted her voice. Her face carried a trace of thoughtfulness as she realized things were not so simple.

"Mm-hm, I also think something must be different. We can ask Young Master about it later."

"But Sister Dong'er, after the Silver Dragon King, the second Battle Armor design is mine!"

Qian Renxue nodded, then suddenly thought of something. Her lips curled up as she said joyfully without concealing it.

Who could that golden angel-type Battle Armor possibly be made for?

It was far too easy to guess!

"What if..."

"What if that appearance is actually a dark angel style? It's not impossible that Young Master made it for me."

Bibi Dong's expression froze, but her momentum didn't diminish in the slightest. Still acting like the elder sister, she gave a light snort.

"You mean..."

"Holy gold is also a dark angel color scheme?"

"What a stubborn mouth."

Qian Renxue had clearly expected this. She smiled, looking utterly unconcerned.

Yet that very calmness only added layer upon layer of worry to Bibi Dong's heart.

"Sigh, I don't understand..."

"How did this happen?"

Bibi Dong stopped speaking. Seeing the other woman take the lead, her mood was complicated. Even the residence where she currently stayed began radiating a peculiar light, and its original purple atmosphere vanished completely.

It instead became...

Slightly shadowy.

"..."

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

At the Blacksmith Association, Jiang Yan was ultimately persuaded by Zhen Hua into forging. After patiently forging more than a dozen pieces of metal, he was finally allowed to leave.

"Training got delayed again. At this rate, who knows when Na'er might even surpass me..."

Jiang Yan sighed as he entered the house.

He wasn't being humble, nor was he blindly overestimating Na'er. He was simply stating the truth.

As the Silver Dragon King, Na'er wasn't some successor—she was a genuine god-level being who had rebuilt herself. She might still look like a little sister now, but she was anything but muddled when it came to cultivation.

If he didn't cultivate diligently...

There really was a risk of being surpassed!

And speaking of forging...

If he'd known, he wouldn't have worked so diligently when he first started learning it. Now look at this—Uncle Zhen kept bringing up how hardworking he had been back then, which made things rather awkward for him.

Back then, he'd only been paving the way in advance because his talent wasn't good enough. Now that his talent was already this good...

Did Uncle Zhen even understand?

He was already such a genius, so why should he still forge so diligently?

Doing the bare minimum was enough!

"Grandpa, Na'er, I'm back."

"Hm?"

When he reached the living room...

Jiang Luochuan was unusually not watching television. Meanwhile, occupying the entire spacious living room was that silver-haired figure whose cuteness was on full display at a single glance.

"Hm?"

"Big Brother's back!"

Gu Yuena had been lowering her head and doing something. Hearing the sound, she immediately put it into her Soul Tool and looked toward Jiang Yan.

"I'm back."

"Na'er, were you just...?"

Jiang Yan nodded, but a puzzled look appeared on his face. It seemed that she had been holding something in her hand just now.

"I was... looking through an idiom dictionary!"

"There are still lots of idioms from cultural studies that I haven't memorized properly, so of course I have to study hard, hehe."

Gu Yuena blinked and answered seriously.

"But since Big Brother's back, let's go cultivate. How about meditating?"

The next moment, she stepped forward and naturally took his hand, inviting him sincerely.

"Mm, no problem."

Jiang Yan smiled and nodded without refusing.

As they headed toward his room, the question in his heart refused to settle. What exactly had Na'er been doing?

"My lord, Gu Yuena was actually drawing."

At that moment, Di Tian's honest voice came from within his mind, calm yet serious.

"Hm?"

"Drawing?"

Jiang Yan froze, not quite understanding for a moment.

Na'er didn't really have many hobbies. If she had one particular hobby, perhaps it was...

Him.

Since when had she become interested in drawing?

It wasn't something she would focus on, either!

"..."

P.S.:

Changbai Mountain's note: Actually, I also enjoy my girlfriend, just as my girlfriend enjoys me. Of course, I also enjoy writing and all you good brothers too. serious face