Could He Send Things to Our Era? Could We Do the Reverse?

No one knew how much time had passed. The night had only grown deeper. Fortunately, Lin Fan's courtyard was fairly cool—no, with so much Mysterious Ice Grass growing there, it could even be called cold.

At that moment, Lin Fan finally stopped what he was doing. He gently handed the entirely crimson little bird back to Leng Yaozhu, then looked up and smiled at her.

"Let's call it here for today. Thanks for the effort."

Leng Yaozhu hurriedly shook her head. Her red eyes held a trace of embarrassment.

"You're the one who worked hard. I didn't do anything here; I just sat around."

Leng Yaozhu naturally knew that, as the Soul Spirit's owner, she had done practically nothing. Lin Fan had said she could answer any questions he had, but aside from speaking a few words at the beginning, she had not said anything afterward.

After sitting there for so long, she had observed everything clearly. Lin Fan's terrifying concentration was truly unmatched. From the start of his research until now, his attention had remained firmly fixed on that Soul Spirit without the slightest distraction.

Even though she had been sitting directly across from him for half the day, Lin Fan had not looked at her even once.

Leng Yaozhu could not help sighing inwardly at the thought.

No wonder Lin Fan had achieved something so terrifying at such a young age. This level of focus alone was beyond what ordinary people could manage.

And then there was his talent, enough to leave others far behind... With such a workaholic around her, Leng Yaozhu suddenly felt enormous pressure.

Especially when she remembered that she had agreed to prepare the materials for the One-Word Battle Armor, she could not help wondering whether she could truly do it well.

Since childhood, Leng Yaozhu had been called a genius. Among her peers in the Leng Family, she had always been one of the best.

Yet before Lin Fan, such talent truly paled into insignificance.

"Then... I'll go back to my room and rest first."

Leng Yaozhu stood up and spoke softly.

Lin Fan nodded in acknowledgment.

Leng Yaozhu turned and walked toward her room. She pushed open the door, entered, then gently closed it behind her.

She walked to the bed and sat down, then let herself fall backward onto the soft mattress. Staring at the ceiling, she could not help murmuring to herself.

"If only I could have brought all those Spirit Pagoda records and materials with me when I came here..."

She spoke softly, her tone carrying a hint of regret.

"With Lin Fan's talent, if he had those materials, creating Soul Spirit Technology in this era probably wouldn't be too difficult."

"But researching it based on just this one Soul Spirit, starting from scratch... it's simply too difficult."

She turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and let out a muffled sigh.

At the same time, in the world ten thousand years later, at the Leng Family estate.

When the Head of the Leng Family saw his daughter's helpless expression in the Light Screen, he suddenly became alert.

He abruptly rose from his chair, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes. Then he turned to Leng Yulai, who stood nearby, and said,

"Come. Go to the storeroom with me."

Leng Yulai was momentarily stunned by this. She hurried after him and asked in confusion as they walked,

"Father, what are we going to the storeroom for?"

The Head of the Leng Family did not look back. He merely explained as he walked,

"Since Yaozhu's things can pass through our Storage Room and come to our world, then tell me... can we do the reverse?"

Leng Yulai's steps paused. Her eyes immediately lit up.

"Father, do you mean... we can send things over to my sister too?"

Her voice carried a trace of excitement. If it really worked, could she also travel to the era where her sister was?

The Head of the Leng Family merely shook his head, speaking with considerable uncertainty.

"Nothing is certain yet. This is only an attempt."

He pushed open the storeroom door and entered. Then he turned around and seriously instructed Leng Yulai,

"If it succeeds, make every effort not to expose any information about our Leng Family when transmitting items."

"That Light Screen seems capable of revealing anything. If matters concerning our Leng Family are exposed, who knows how many forces across Douluo Continent will come looking for us? Our Leng Family cannot fend off so many enemies."

Leng Yulai nodded seriously upon hearing this, the excitement fading from her face.

The Head of the Leng Family understood matters clearly. The various forces across Douluo Continent were all making their own calculations. It was only because Leng Yaozhu had vanished outside Shrek Academy that no one had come to their door yet.

Looking at his daughter in the Light Screen, he could not help letting out a soft sigh.

"If Lin Fan's Time Martial Soul can truly travel through space and time, could he send my daughter back to me?"

The Head of the Leng Family could not help laughing at the thought himself.

Even he felt that such a notion sounded utterly fantastical, nothing more than a fool's dream.

He shook his head, casting those unrealistic thoughts from his mind. Then he took out a Level-Four Soul Tool from his Storage Soul Tool and placed it on the transmission table in the storeroom.

After setting the Soul Tool down, the Head of the Leng Family stood to the side and waited.

Leng Yulai held her breath as well, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the tabletop.

Time passed second by second.

After quite a while, the Level-Four Soul Tool still lay quietly on the table, completely motionless and without any response.

Seeing the unmoving Soul Tool, the Head of the Leng Family could not help sighing again.

"Looks like... it still won't work."

He shook his head in disappointment, but he did not put the Soul Tool away. Instead, he turned and instructed a servant nearby,

"If anything changes here, inform me immediately."

The servant hurriedly bowed in acknowledgment.

"Yes, Patriarch."

The Head of the Leng Family glanced at the table once more, then turned and left the storeroom with Leng Yulai.

Although he knew the hope was slim, he still held onto that tiny sliver of hope.

After all, Lin Fan's One-Word Battle Armor blueprints had been transmitted over, and so had the forged metal. That proved some sort of connection truly existed between the two worlds.

But why had the Soul Bone and Mysterious Ice Grass not been transmitted over?

As the Head of the Leng Family walked through the corridor, his brows drew together slightly as he repeatedly considered the question.

Was it an issue with the items themselves, or were the conditions insufficient?

Or perhaps... did they need some specific medium to trigger the transmission?

He could not figure it out, but he did not give up.

That was why he wanted to seize that faint chance. Even if the transmission could only go one way, at the very least... he wanted to do something for his daughter, who had gone alone to a world ten thousand years away.

No one could have anticipated something like this. Why had it happened to his daughter?

And Leng Yaozhu and Leng Yulai had both been there at the time, so why had only Leng Yaozhu been chosen?

The Head of the Leng Family's heart was filled with doubt.