Upon hearing the voice in her mind, Nanako's eyes widened instantaneously, her gaze darting left and right.
It's Lynn's inner voice!
Where?!
Where?!
Where had that annoying guy hidden?!
Then, in that moment, Nanako's gaze shot towards a temporary medical station recently set up not far away.
Lynn was lying on a stretcher, one leg wrapped in plaster, a weak expression on his face as he extended his hand, allowing a buxom nun to bandage him.
His face was so pale, his eyes so feeble.
"It's okay, it's just some scrapes. Apply some ointment and rest for a few days and you'll be fine," the nun soothed gently.
Lynn weakly said, "Thank you, kind Sister. Your heart is as beautiful as your appearance."
The nun's face turned slightly pink, flattered by the handsome young man's compliment. It was indeed a little overwhelming.
Covering her blushing face, she said, "Healing the wounded and saving lives is our duty... even though the demon has retreated, many people in the city have been killed or injured. We just want to do our bit..."
"Thank you, dear Sister. Hiss—"
"What's wrong? Is there any other place that hurts?"
"My collarbone hurts a lot, I think it's broken."
"It's okay, it's just some scrapes. Do you want me to blow on it?"
"Okay!"
Then, under Nanako's watchful gaze, the buxom Sister leaned over, her face flushed, gently blowing on the scrape on his collarbone with her mouth.
"Yikes!" Nanako stared wide-eyed.
Then she heard Lynn's inner voice.
[Indeed, wherever there are Sisters, all wounds can be healed! ( ̄▽ ̄)/]
[As the savior of the city this month, I should be able to enjoy some tender care, right?]
[Although the injury is self-inflicted, hehehe—]
[Of course, if it were Master Lolita blowing on it, that would be even better! →_→]
[Hmm... I need to think of a reason... to get the blue-haired Lolita to come over...]
Nanako: "Tsk (艹皿艹)!"
As expected.
Exactly as she had guessed!
Every time she was not paying attention, no matter where it was, he would always find some opportunity, naturally using various excuses to find the Sisters!
This was truly infuriating!
Since you want your master to blow on it, why don't you just wait quietly for your master to come back?!
Her master was not an unreasonable person!
Damn it!
Nanako, steam billowing from her head, cheeks puffed out, sapphire eyes glaring, stormed over with a fierce aura.
She poked the blushing Sister.
Sister: "⊙_⊙???"
Nanako: "(Fist) o(▼皿▼メ;)o (continuously screaming...)(depicting a terrifying scene...)"
Sister: "o((⊙﹏⊙))o"
Nanako extended her small hand, pointed off into the distance with a (▼ヘ▼#) expression, and a puff of steam shot out of her nose.
The priestess: "(;≧д≦)! (Nodding) (Running)"
"......"
"......"
Watching the priestess seemingly flee from the scene.
Victorious, Nanako, clutching her chest, stands proudly in front of Lynn's stretcher, looking down at him with his eyes closed, a satisfied expression on his face.
"Hmph!" Nanako snorted proudly, a small sound escaping from her nose.
Lynn was taken aback.
[This familiar voice is...?]
[And this scent of an aged loli...?]
Lying on the stretcher, Lynn paused, tilting his head back slightly, then looking up.
"......"
"......"
Suddenly, the figure of a proud loli looking down at him emerged before his eyes.
As everyone knows, a typical loli dress is adorned with lace and puffs up slightly at the knees, creating a vacuum of a few to a dozen centimeters between the legs and the skirt.
If you use a very rigorous mathematical formula and geometric logic, and calculate the angle formed between Lynn's lying position and the loli master...
At this moment, the gaze projected upwards has at least an 85% chance...
of seeing the absolute territory of a girl that should absolutely not be seen!
"......"
"......"
Lynn stared for two seconds, his face not blushing, his heart not beating, he greeted her, waved his hand with a smile, and said:
"Master, you... you're finally back! Your disciple missed you so much!"
But he did not get up.
[Pink, pink, pink, pink...]
Countless comments flashed by.
Nanako was taken aback, somewhat confused by the sudden heartfelt words of her disciple.
Pink?
What pink?
She originally thought that after seeing her breaking his good deeds, he would have a lot of mental activity.
Why is he just repeating these three words?
She didn't understand.
Scratching the back of her head, Nanako's face soon showed a proud expression, wanting to probe further.
"What? Missed me? What happened to your injury? Don't you want to tell your master?"
Lynn, lying on the stretcher, with slightly red eyes, said:
"It's not a big deal, just some superficial injuries during the demon invasion. Compared to those who really need help, your disciple is nothing."
[Pink, pink, pink, pink...]
Nanako: "???"
Eh?
That's not right!
The script shouldn't develop like this!
Normally, when the disciple says such insincere words, his mental reaction should not be like this.
What pink? Where is the pink?
It seems that the attention of the disciple is not here at all!
[Pink, pink, pink, pink...]
Nanako "???"
She widened her eyes, quickly looked left and right, and then saw the cherry blossoms fluttering in the wind.
She paused.
Is it about the cherry blossoms?
But what's so special about these cherry blossoms?
So Nanako looked up, staring at the cherry blossoms in the sky, trying to figure something out.
Staring--
Staring--
Hmm...
Cherry blossoms fluttered down, landing on her nose.
Achoo——
Nanako rubbed her nose, her face filled with confusion.
So, what exactly is happening?!
There's nothing particularly special about these cherry blossoms...
And what on earth is this pink thing he keeps mentioning?
Nanako then looked down at him hesitantly, trying to decipher something from his expression.
Just as she was about to probe further, suddenly, her eyes widened in realization.
Wait...wait a minute!!
Pink...
Could it be...
Is he referring to...

e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”