Nangong Qian'er felt a sudden gust of wind, accompanied by a faint buzzing sound, but it was gone in an instant.

"Nangong Huan, what are you doing here?" Wei Yuhong frowned, clearly annoyed. Hadn’t she caused enough trouble for them already?

"I'm a guest," Nangong Huan replied, shrugging her shoulders. Was the other party missing a few screws?

Nangong Qian'er walked up to her, chest held high, and chuckled, "Sister Huan must be interested in this soul ring? But I feel like it might not suit you."

As she spoke, she unleashed her second-level spirit pressure, attempting to force Nangong Huan into submission.

Nangong Huan saw through her intentions, a smirk appearing on her lips as she fixed her gaze on Qian'er. Secretly, she released her own spirit energy, weighing down on Qian'er like a massive boulder.

The pressure, comparable to a third-level spirit, hit Qian'er unexpectedly, causing her legs to buckle, nearly forcing her to kneel!

Wei Yuhong quickly steadied her, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay, Qian'er?"

"I'm fine, just feeling a bit disappointed that my sister is as heartless as this morning," Qian'er feigned vulnerability, trying to excuse herself while secretly cursing. Once her strength increased, she would completely crush this ugly freak!

At that moment, she noticed the dark spots on Nangong Huan's face had faded significantly, causing her to frown. Was it the lighting?

Wei Yuhong shot a disdainful look at Nangong Huan. The woman was becoming increasingly intolerable! But when he caught sight of Dong Yan Chao behind her, a hint of caution crossed his mind.

"Heartless? Thank you for the compliment, dear sister. That’s what an elder should do," Nangong Huan replied, her words slightly off-kilter yet somehow meaningful upon reflection.

Jealousy flickered in Qian'er’s eyes, and her anger surged.

The steward, ever perceptive, approached Qian'er with a flattering smile. "Miss Qian'er, your talent is truly exceptional; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call you the top genius of Jianglou City!"

Everyone knew that Qian'er and Wei Yuhong had tested at the ninth level of talent. They were practically unparalleled geniuses!

In just two short days, Qian'er had broken through to the second-level spirit, making her a true prodigy among prodigies!

Hearing the steward's praise, Qian'er’s expression softened slightly.

"I’ll take that ring," she declared, pointing at the red crystal ring and casting a haughty glance at Nangong Huan, as if to say: everything you like, I will take!

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The steward beamed with delight. "Of course, Miss Qian'er! I’ll wrap it up for you right away!"

He shoved Nangong Huan aside, carefully retrieving the ring and wiping it clean, afraid of even a speck of dust touching it.

"No need to wrap it; I'll wear it right away." Qian'er snatched the ring and slipped it onto her index finger, the red gem accentuating her fair, slender hand.

"Qian'er, this ring is a gift from me. Only you deserve such a treasure," Wei Yuhong declared generously, swiping a two-million spiritual stock card.

"You’re the best, Yuhong!" Qian'er giggled softly, raising her finger to flaunt it, her gaze tauntingly challenging Nangong Huan.

*Clap, clap, clap—*

Nangong Huan couldn’t help but applaud the two.

What fools!

They were truly a pair of big idiots!

Spending two million spiritual stocks on a ring that contained nothing but a worthless stone! She was suddenly curious about their expressions once they discovered the truth.

"Congratulations to you both on your future together. I wish you a lifetime of happiness and many children. Please don’t go around harming other innocent young men and women. I have things to attend to, so I’ll take my leave," Nangong Huan said, cupping her hands in a mock salute as she breezed past them, heading down the stairs.

She was too busy to play house with these two kids.

"As long as you know your place," Wei Yuhong scoffed, watching Nangong Huan leave without looking back. Her nonchalance seemed genuine, which stirred a strange feeling in him.

But he quickly brushed it aside, focusing instead on the radiant Qian'er. As long as she was happy, nothing else mattered.

"Qian'er, didn’t you want to see the spirit beast eggs? Steward, bring us the highest quality spirit beast eggs you have!" Wei Yuhong commanded, raising his hand.

Qian'er blushed, "It’s a pity Sister Huan left; I wanted to buy her a good weapon."

"Forget about her; she doesn’t deserve it!" Wei Yuhong took her hand.

The steward, seizing the opportunity, chimed in disdainfully, "Miss Huan clearly doesn’t deserve anything. She came here without wanting any treasures, only a piece of fabric! In my opinion, she’s as worthless as that fabric!"

His words struck a chord with Qian'er.

To come here without wanting treasures? Only a fool would do something so incomprehensible! A flicker of disdain crossed Wei Yuhong's eyes, but he felt something was off.

Qian'er didn’t dwell on it. Satisfied, she said, "Enough about her. Steward, show us the spirit beast eggs."

She was determined to choose the best spirit beast contract to defeat everyone in the disciple trials!

Not long after, two masked figures appeared outside the door of the Professional Certification Association.

Due to their easily recognizable features, Nangong Huan had deliberately concealed her face with a veil, while Dong Yan Chao donned a wide-brimmed hat to obscure his identity.

Certain special professions required certification at this location, such as potion masters. Once certified, they could collect a stipend every month, with higher ranks reaping greater rewards.

In this world, potion masters were rare and esteemed. Each person's advancement depended on the potions crafted by these masters, yet only a few possessed the talent to become one.

To become a potion master, one must first have an affinity for magical herbs. Without that affinity, the herbs would turn to sludge in the cauldron, eliminating the vast majority of applicants.

"Hello, may I ask what profession you wish to certify?" the woman behind the counter asked respectfully.

"Potion master," Nangong Huan replied, lowering her voice.

The woman’s respect deepened as she pulled out a form. "Please fill this out, and you can begin the assessment immediately."

Due to the high threshold for potion masters, few people came for certification.

Nangong Huan picked up a pen, glancing at the first line labeled "Name." She paused for a moment, turning to look at her natural airhead companion, then wrote down two elegant characters—**Black Lotus**.