NABC Chapter 21 You Don't Understand Him at All
Chapter 21 You Don't Understand Him at All
Yuan Enhui pouted, feeling embarrassed when she thought about how An Lan knew nothing during their conversation today.
She's a genius with twin martial souls, how can she fall behind An Lan?
It's all Dad's fault; he's not responsible at all like Anlan's teacher.
Hearing his daughter's complaint, Yuan Entian was not angry at all. He quickly went along with her and said, "It's my fault, it's my fault. It's all Dad's fault for not thinking things through and making Huihui lose face in front of his friends."
After saying that, he asked curiously, "My dear daughter, why do you want to study forging? Wouldn't it be better to be a mecha designer or a mecha maker?"
Yuan Entian could not imagine that his lovely daughter would one day be wielding a sledgehammer to forge iron.
Even though he felt his daughter had just mentioned it casually, he still wanted to persuade her to change her mind.
Yuan Enhui leaned on her father's shoulder, shaking her head firmly: "An Lan has already learned mecha design, mecha manufacturing, and mecha repair, so I don't need to learn those. All that's left is forging."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Entian's smile froze instantly, and his wariness of An Lan rose again.
The daughter's words clearly indicated that she planned to have An Lan design and manufacture her battle armor in the future.
It's important to understand that designing and manufacturing battle armor is not something that can be done overnight. Moreover, for battle armor to perfectly match a Soul Master, the mecha designer must have a thorough understanding of the Soul Master's Martial Soul characteristics and fighting style.
This requires extreme trust, and even living together day and night, going through repeated adjustments.
At this moment, An Lan was no longer just an ordinary blond-haired kid in his eyes; he had to strike hard!
To scare his daughter away, Yuan Entian deliberately put on a serious face and threatened, "The forging hammer is very heavy, and people who forge things often will not only develop a lot of muscles, but also have a huge appetite, even more than a pig. Girls who learn this will become big and strong."
Yuan Enhui remained unmoved, puffed out her small chest, and said confidently, "I have plenty of strength and methods."
Since awakening the Titan Giant Ape Martial Soul, she can exert tremendous force with a single swing of her arm, but in her eyes, it's just a forging hammer, how heavy could it be?
Yuan Enhui was very confident, feeling that forging was just right for her.
If her father hadn't never mentioned battle armor and secondary professions to her, she might have become a first-level blacksmith long ago. How could she have fallen behind An Lan?
Thinking this through, she became even more determined. She was resolved not to let her father hold her back any longer, so she said, "I've made up my mind. I'll choose blacksmithing as my secondary profession! Anlan is learning three at once, but I'll only learn one. If I focus solely on one, he definitely can't outdo me!"
Seeing his daughter's persistence, Yuan Entian said expressionlessly, "He's just bragging."
Yuan Entian had also studied secondary professions and knew the difficulty of a Soul Master balancing Soul Power cultivation with the improvement of secondary professions, let alone learning all three at the same time.
He didn't doubt that An Lan was lying, but he felt that the child was still too young and had too big an appetite. He thought that the child would naturally know to turn back after he had suffered some setbacks.
Seeing that his father didn't believe his friend, Yuan Enyehui instantly became angry and shouted in defense of his friend: "An Lan would never brag! Dad, you don't understand him at all! You're not allowed to say that about him!"
As she spoke, she struggled to reach out her little hands to Ye Hui, huffing, "Mommy, hug me!"
In an instant, Yuan Entian felt as if his heart was about to break. He didn't even realize that his daughter had been taken away by his wife.
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The Spirit Tower in Shangling City, the mecha room.
The entire ninety-ninth floor of the Spirit Pagoda is inhabited only by Leng Qingning, Le Lingzhao, and An Lan.
To ensure comfort, Leng Qingning meticulously divided the space. The inner part was the living area, the middle part was a private training room, and the largest area on the west side was a mecha room specially prepared for An Lan to learn a second profession.
The mecha room is fully equipped, encompassing all the equipment needed to learn the three secondary professions of mecha design, mecha manufacturing, and mecha repair. You can actually build mecha by hand.
Leng Qingning was wealthy and generous. Although An Lan was only three years old when she prepared these things, she also prepared a forging room in the mecha room, considering that he might choose forging as his second profession.
At this moment, the mech room was brightly lit, and the whole room was illuminated as if it were daytime.
An Lan sat upright at a giant experimental table, her fingertips intently carving a soul-guiding array on a piece of metal blank.
Mecha design requires a deep theoretical foundation, which is too far-fetched for beginners. Anlan is currently in the stage of learning basic theories.
The core of mecha manufacturing is to inscribe the core soul guidance array on the battle armor and mecha. In addition to memorizing theoretical knowledge, it is also inseparable from day after day of practical practice.
Therefore, after discovering that An Lan had a solid theoretical foundation and had been studying for quite some time, Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao led him to the mecha room with satisfaction.
They call it a test of learning outcomes.
"Failure is the mother of success"—this is Leng Qingning's teaching principle, so she prepared a lot of rare metals for him to "squander".
On the left side of the experimental table, rows of rare metals, neatly cut and sized for practicing soul-guiding magic arrays, were stacked. The copper was warm and smooth, and the mithril gleamed; each piece had been carefully polished, making them the most suitable materials for beginners to practice with.
On the right side, there was a pile of scrap metal, with crooked engravings, broken magic arrays, and cracks caused by the imbalance of soul power control. All of them were failed products left by An Lan during his repeated practice, and each piece witnessed his progress.
Le Lingzhao concealed her aura, slowly stepped forward, gently picked up a piece of scrap bronze that An Lan had just thrown aside, lightly traced the engravings on it with her fingertips, looked up at the focused boy, her eyes full of admiration.
From initially making frequent mistakes when the magic array was less than one-fifth complete, to now having a nearly perfect magic array, An Lan had already mastered the basics in just one night.
The progress was so rapid that it far exceeded her expectations.
An Lan was completely unaware of this, having already entered a state of complete absorption, forgetting both herself and the world around her.
He held a piece of reddish metal firmly in his left hand, and a custom-made carving knife in his right hand. The knife was slender yet tough, and the tip was quenched with a trace of meteorite iron, making it exceptionally sharp.
His eyes were lowered, his gaze and mental energy fixed on the metal surface, his soul power concentrated in the fingertips of his right hand, and every bit of force was controlled perfectly.
With a single, precise, and steady strike, he followed with a second and a third. Though the movements were slow, they flowed smoothly and without pause. In just a moment, the new magic circle was more than halfway carved.
Leng Qingning and Le Lingzhao stood quietly behind him, their eyes fixed on the gradually forming magic array. When they saw that An Lan was about to reach the key point where he had failed several times before, the two of them involuntarily held their breath.
In the blink of an eye, An Lan smoothly overcame the bottleneck and successfully carved the pattern that had repeatedly frustrated him. His hands continued to move.
With continuous output of soul power from his fingertips, he maintained his own rhythm, carving each strike toward the end of the magic circle.
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