Douluo Dragon King: The stars of the heavens, transform me into king!

Na'er connected the communication and held the communicator to her ear.

"Mom!" Her voice was clear and crisp, with a slight panting from exercise, but her words were full of joy, completely different from the cold and focused gunman she had been just moments before.

A gentle, smiling voice came from the other end of the communicator, "Still practicing shooting? Your breathing is a little unsteady!"

"Yeah! Just finished a set!" Na'er wiped the sweat from her forehead with her free hand, her eyes curving into crescents. "Mom, aren't you busy today? How come you have time to call me?"

"No matter how busy you are, there's always time to eat." Leng Yaozhu's voice was warm. "Why don't you come home for dinner tonight? I've asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite glass pastries."

"Really?!" Na'er's eyes lit up instantly, as if stars were twinkling in them. "I'll pack up and go back right away! My training clothes are soaked; I need to take a shower first!"

"No rush, be careful on the road," Leng Yaozhu instructed, her tone filled with undisguised doting. "By the way, your father might be back early tonight. I also have some students coming, so you can get to know them!"

"Okay, Mom!" Na'er jumped up and down happily, her long silver hair swaying. "I'll hurry! Wait for me, Mom!"

After saying a few more words, the call ended.

Na'er held the still-warm communicator, her smile lingering for a long time.

Humming a tuneless little tune, she walked briskly towards the shower room by the training field. Her lively figure was strangely overlapping with the girl who had been immersed in the world of gunplay, calm and deep just moments before.

As the sun slowly set, it bathed this tranquil manor area on the edge of Mingdu in varying shades of red.

The area outside Gu Yuexingyan's manor was unusually quiet, so quiet that only the rustling of the wind through the withered leaves could be heard.

A sleek black Soul Guide sedan silently glided to a stop outside the tightly closed cast iron gates of the manor.

When the engine is turned off and the headlights are off, it becomes completely silent.

The car interior was dark. Only the faint glow of the instrument panel illuminated a few blurry outlines in the twilight.

Zi Ji sat in the back seat, her long, dark purple hair flowing in the twilight.

Her gaze pierced through the windshield, fixed on the warm yellow lights faintly shining from the direction of the main house in the manor.

The lights, shrouded in the tranquility of the manor, seemed exceptionally distant, and also exceptionally... dangerous.

That's a true quasi-god! In Di Tian's eyes, his strength is even more unfathomable and dangerous than Yun Ming's, because Gu Yuexingyan's personality is clearly not on the same level as Yun Ming's.

"My lord, are you sure you want to do this?" Zi Ji's voice was extremely low, filled with barely suppressed anxiety and unease. "Coming here directly... isn't that too risky? ...We know absolutely nothing about him."

Gu Yue opened her eyes, and a purple light shone in them.

At this moment, she had changed out of her conspicuous white traditional dress and was wearing a set of dark casual clothes that were easy to move in, with her long black hair simply tied back.

His face remained expressionless, but his voice was incredibly calm. "I must see them for myself to truly understand the power of humanity! Some paths must be walked alone to see whether they are thorny or smooth."

"But..." Zi Ji frowned, her eyes filled with worry, "What if he notices something...? All our previous disguises and preparations at the Spirit Pagoda could be for nothing!"

"Trust me, they won't find out!" Gu Yue smiled faintly. "Humans don't see the weak as a threat. It's safer for me to visit alone."

Zi Ji fell silent, her chest heaving slightly. She knew Gu Yue was right.

"I'll be careful," Gu Yue said finally, her voice calm and even, as if to say, "That's settled!"

She opened the car door, and the evening breeze immediately rushed in, ruffling their hair. Zi Ji remained seated inside, watching a figure walk towards the manor gate.

Gu Yue's steps were steady and unhurried. He raised his hand and pressed the old-fashioned brass doorbell next to the door.

"Ding-dong!"

The clear, melodious sound of the bell echoed through the quiet night.

A moment later, a concealed speaker near the door crackled to life, and the butler's steady, polite voice came through: "Good evening. Who are you looking for?"

Gu Yue tilted her head slightly, allowing the surveillance camera to capture her image more clearly. Her voice was clear and crisp, with just the right amount of politeness.

"Good evening. I am Gu Yue, a student of Teacher Leng Yaozhu. I have come to visit you and would like to ask you some questions about cultivation."

After the butler confirmed with Leng Yaozhu, the mistress of the main house, the heavy gate of the manor silently slid open a crack, just enough for one person to pass through.

Gu Yue stepped inside, and the door quietly closed behind her, completely isolating her from the outside world.

The manor was more spacious than she had expected.

Beneath my feet is a winding stone path leading upwards, flanked by meticulously maintained gardens that deliberately retain a "natural" appearance. Artificial hills are scattered about, streams flow gently, and several tall, ancient trees stand in unique and rugged shapes.

But Gu Yue's gaze did not linger too long on the scenery. She walked steadily up the path, a faint purple hue subtly shifting in her eyes.

The vibrant elements in the air made her vaguely aware that something was amiss. It didn't seem like a defensive formation, but rather more like... a massive formation that resonated with soul power.

The thought flashed through her mind only briefly. She didn't linger to investigate further, but continued upwards. All she needed to know was that Gu Yuexingyan still had methods at his stronghold!

At the end of the path stands a villa with a simple style.

The villa's main entrance was ajar. Gu Yue stepped forward, and the door opened.

The warmth and the subtle aroma of food wafted over.

The foyer is spacious and elegantly decorated. The last rays of the setting sun shine through a huge floor-to-ceiling window on one side, bathing the entire living room in a warm, golden glow.

In the center of that golden halo, on the large sofa near the fireplace, Leng Yaozhu was reclining. She was wearing a soft loungewear dress, her red hair loosely draped over her shoulders, and a relaxed and gentle smile on her face.

Na'er, meanwhile, was like a lazy kitten, practically nestled in Leng Yaozhu's arms. Her silver head rested on Leng Yaozhu's shoulder, and she held a steaming drink in her hand. She turned her head to the side, talking animatedly to Leng Yaozhu, occasionally letting out a silvery laugh. She had completely adapted to life here.

Leng Yaozhu gently put one arm around her and stroked her silver hair with the other, her eyes filled with doting affection.

Hearing the noise at the door, the two of them turned around at the same time.

Upon seeing Gu Yue, Leng Yaozhu said to the girl in her arms, "Na'er, this is Gu Yue, my mother's disciple. Go up and say hello, get to know her."

Na'er nodded, stood up, and stepped forward, saying, "Hello, Gu Yue. My name is Gu Yue Na!"