boyutpedia Chapter 3 So this is who I am, An Lan
Chapter 3 So this is who I am, An Lan
Inside the Awakening Room.
Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao's hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down completely.
The dazzling crimson light filled every corner of the room, yet it did nothing to affect the vision of the two peak Douluo.
Even so, they still subconsciously narrowed their eyes, startled by the commotion of the awakening of the martial spirit.
Le Lingzhao murmured in disbelief, "Such exaggerated power... It's much more exaggerated than when I awakened back then."
Leng Qingning deeply sympathized. Her Amethyst Phoenix was also a top-tier martial soul, but the commotion when it awakened was nothing compared to the scene before her.
Let's not talk about it...
"Little Anlan smells even better after her Martial Soul awakens." Le Lingzhao's eyes gleamed with admiration. "My intuition tells me that the compatibility between our Martial Souls must be astonishingly high."
Leng Qingning nodded slightly, her eyes shimmering with purple light, hinting at a darkening trend.
"I have the same feeling. An Lan probably has a martial soul fusion skill just like us."
The two exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.
Six years ago, when Leng Qingning retired from the Blood God Legion, her origin was severely damaged, and her cultivation level dropped by five levels, almost causing her to fall out of the ranks of Title Douluo.
Although Yue Lingzhao's injuries were slightly less severe, his foundation was damaged, and he had no hope of advancing any further in this life.
At that time, both the Phoenix Clan and the Angel Clan were helpless and could only watch as their pillar of strength faded away.
Six years later, not only have their injuries been completely healed, but their cultivation has also surged against the odds, reaching its current level. Their martial soul, soul bone, and soul spirit have all undergone a complete transformation.
It all started on the night they discovered that An Lan could resonate with their martial souls.
Leng Qingning's eyes gleamed with a deep purple light as she sighed meaningfully, "Six years old..."
"Yes," Yue Lingzhao responded softly, her tone wistful, "Time really flies."
The two women had clear eyes, but their eyes flickered with a strange light that was incompatible with their martial spirits and origins.
If An Lan were to see them, Le Lingzhao would probably use the same excuse as Leng Qingning—her pupils are too dark gold, so they look a bit purplish.
They already knew that their young apprentice harbored a shocking secret.
Especially that irresistible attraction, it's definitely not normal.
Even if they were the most perverted, they would never develop any unusual feelings for an infant who hasn't been weaned.
But this did not do them any harm; on the contrary, it made them happy to continue.
So the two of them didn't care at all, and were so engrossed in it that they couldn't extricate themselves.
The crimson pillar of light slowly dissipated, and An Lan suddenly opened his eyes. His soul power and spiritual power surged simultaneously and erupted!
He raised his hand and grasped a dark red spear engraved with ancient killing patterns. Countless pieces of information about martial spirits flooded into his mind like a tide.
An Lan gazed at the spear in her hand, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes: "This is... the Crimson Spear!"
When he came into this world and learned that his name was An Lan, he was surprised but didn't think much of it. He simply assumed that it was a combination of one character from each of his parents' names, which was both coincidental and reasonable.
But to his utter surprise, he ended up getting involved with An Lan, the "King of Trash Talk".
In the grand scheme of things, cause and effect were predetermined.
She stood quietly beside the Awakening Platform, her gaze tender as she looked at the small, lost figure on the platform.
She did not disturb him, and instead focused her gaze on the dark red spear in An Lan's palm.
"What a deadly weapon!"
A hint of shock flashed in Leng Qing's eyes. She had traversed the continent for decades and seen countless weapon spirits, but she had never seen a weapon spirit that could exude such a terrifying killing aura.
That aura was as deep as an abyss, as if it had truly slaughtered billions of living beings, staining the blood and bones of an entire world.
She felt that if Anlan was a reincarnation of a god, then he must be the god who governs lust and killing.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have wanted to pass on her Amethyst Phoenix Martial Soul.
That's right, it's all An Lan's fault.
Le Lingzhao, standing to the side, crossed her arms and stared intently at the dark red spear. She racked her brains and recalled it countless times, but still couldn't discern any trace of the Evil-Slaying Spear in it.
"Good heavens, has the Demon-Slaying Spear mutated this thoroughly?"
She raised a slight brow, staring intently at An Lan's martial spirit, her smile deepening, her heart filled with extreme satisfaction.
With such power, his talent will surely surpass all others of his generation, and the immortal herbs will be of no use for the time being.
However, she couldn't let her efforts go to waste. She still needed to seize the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, so she would wait until her disciple needed it. By then, she should have broken through to level 99.
An Lan, standing on the Awakening Platform, was only lost in thought for a moment before quickly regaining her composure.
Crimson Spear, Immortal Shield, Immortal King Anlan.
So what if it concerns me? Why bother myself with this?
If it involves deeper causes and effects, then he is powerless to resist; if it is merely a gift from heaven, then he is just worrying unnecessarily, making trouble for himself.
Besides, I am a noble human from Earth.
The Crimson Spear, the Immortal Shield, and even the supreme legacy of the Immortal King Anlan belong to him; as for the cause and effect of killing the Nine Heavens and being suppressed into a statue kneeling before the Sin State, that has nothing to do with him.
"In short, it's safe!"
An Lan took a deep breath and completely calmed her mind.
Tang San is nothing but an ant at the half-step Blood Transformation Realm. Why should I avoid his sharp edge?
At this moment, An Lan seemed to be possessed by Guan Yu, seeing Tang San as nothing more than a scoundrel; not to mention the Abyss Saint King who was killed by that little Tang Hao with a hammer, who was simply a chicken and a dog, not worth mentioning, and could be crushed with a wave of his hand.
"Gods vanish, countless as the sands of the Ganges, I am the Immortal Emperor of Douluo!" An Lan flicked his wrist, twirling his spear, his small figure looking up at his two deadly masters, and boasted, "How about that, cool, right?"
Le Lingzhao's eyes crinkled with delight as she clapped her hands enthusiastically, exclaiming, "So handsome! No wonder he's my precious disciple!"
Leng Qingning gently shook her head and teased softly, "Oh? Our Immortal Emperor, tell me, what's the name of your majestic martial spirit?"
"Crimson Spear!"
An Lan held her head high and twirled her spear again. Her still-childish appearance, coupled with her arrogant little air, made her exceptionally endearing.
At this moment, An Lan was only a six-year-old child, small and thin. The red spear was about the same height as him. In the eyes of Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao, he looked exactly like a big boy showing off his toys.
An Lan, wielding her little spear, instantly charmed Le Lingzhao. She quickly stepped forward, bent down slightly, and gently tapped An Lan's cheek with her fingertip: "Little An Lan is so cute, let Second Master give her a kiss."
An Lan was already used to the fact that her two masters could never resist her charm, and she almost reflexively turned her face away.
I've developed muscle memory from being kissed.
"Yao~"
A crisp kiss rang out as Le Lingzhao planted a deep kiss mark on An Lan's face.
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