Awoo--
She bit down on the back of his hand without a hint of courtesy.
Lynn drew in a sharp breath, looking painfully at his little master, Nanako, who had suddenly bitten his hand again, and asked,
"Master, why did you bite me again? I was just sitting here, quietly feeding you cherries. I didn't say anything!"
Nanako closed her eyes, her little fist clenched, and a "╬" popped out with a snap.
"Oh, nothing. I just suddenly felt that my disciple's flesh was quite tasty, so I couldn't help but bite. It's an instinctive reaction, so Nanako doesn't take the blame!"
Lynn nodded, his tone gentle and devout, "Hmm, Master, you can bite whenever you want, it doesn't hurt me!"
【Wow, this dog loli is getting worse and worse (╬￣皿￣), she can even come up with such strange reasons! And she made me say such insincere words!】
【No way! Spanking must be put on the agenda, fifty thousand times, no, a hundred thousand times!】
【I'm laying my cards on the table! (╬￣皿￣)＝○＃(￣＃)３￣)】
Nanako hugged her chest, still maintaining her tsundere expression.
But she had already subtly and swiftly moved a certain distance away from her dog disciple, in case he really did lay his cards on the table.
The silly hair on her head danced lightly like a little snake.
It reflected her triumphant and cheerful mood after her inner revenge.
...
And at this moment, Vivian on the throne had finished her speech, attributing the reason for the demons' retreat entirely to the great gods and the devout faith of the residents of Moonlily City.
"Praise the gods!"
Vivian gently crossed her hands over her chest, closed her eyes, and wore a devout expression on her face.
The nobles in the hall prayed with Vivian, and the hall was filled with enthusiastic applause after the prayer.
Vivian opened her eyes with a smile and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please enjoy this banquet. Celebrate that the arrival of the demons did not destroy Moonlily City. After the banquet, I hope everyone can generously donate. The suffering people of Moonlily City still need our help to rebuild their homes."
The nobles below echoed in unison, their applause thunderous.
Then, Nanako, maintaining the elegant smile of a noble, greeted each of the nobles under Arnold's introduction.
"By the way, Lady Nanako, there's one person you absolutely cannot forget."
Vivian was taken aback.
Arnold reminded in a low voice, "The butler from Winter Spring Valley, Nanako. If we can establish a relationship with Winter Spring Valley, Moonlily City will have a powerful backing. This way, our city-state can gain more resources and leverage in front of the king."
Nanako took a deep breath and said, "I understand..."
Politics!
Politics!
It's always politics. When faced with such major events, one has to be hypocritical. If this continues, it feels like this false mask can never be taken off!
But she also knows the big picture.
After all, she is the only one left in the Violet Family now.
If she can't make a move early on, she might not even be able to save the last city-state, Moonlily City.
Then, under Arnold's introduction.
Vivian, maintaining her elegant smile, walked towards Nanako.
“Hello, Nanako, I am…”
But just as she was about to finish her sentence, her smile froze on her face.
Then her gaze turned sharply, looking at Lynn who was sitting next to Nanako, eating grilled meat.
She was shocked in an instant.
“It's... it's you...”
Lynn paused, raised his head, saw the shocked Vivian, then smiled slightly and said:
“Hello, Viv…”
Swish—
Before he could finish his sentence, Vivian's body disappeared from the spot at an unimaginable speed. In the blink of an eye, only a petite silhouette remained.
Lynn: "???"
Nanako: "???"
Arnold: "??"
...
Around the corner of the corridor.
Vivian stared with wide eyes, her face as red as a cooked duck, her hands tightly clenched, sweat dripping down, and white steam rising from her head.
“It's... it's His Majesty Lynn! His Majesty Lynn actually attended this banquet too!!”
“What to do! What to do! I didn't expect His Majesty Lynn to suddenly appear!”
“Didn't His Majesty Lynn say he was leaving? He suddenly came back this time and appeared at Vivian's banquet. Could it be that he came specifically to find Vivian?”
“Ah! Ah!”
She shyly screamed a few times, banging her head against the wall.
No!
This can't be!
Vivian, you have to cheer up!
You are the descendant of the great Violet Monarch, you are the lovely and charming Princess Vivian! You can't be this shy!
Have you forgotten the family motto of our ancestors?!
Be brave!
Be full of spirit!
She quickly stood up, then picked up her skirt and ran towards the depths of the castle with small, quick steps.
Half a minute later, she kicked open the warehouse door.
Vivian frantically began to search the warehouse.
A few seconds later.
Vivian swallowed, her eyes wide, looking at the rusted hammer in her hand. You could vaguely see that it still had faded, coagulated bloodstains on it.
This hammer...
It was the divine tool that her mother used to knock out her father and drag him home!
You could say that it's definitely a family heirloom.
“Whimper!” Vivian covered her burning face, her face red, her heart pounding as if it was about to jump out.
Knocking out His Majesty Lynn with this hammer and dragging him back...
Although it's hard to do, but... but...
It took Vivian a lot of effort to meet such a strong and handsome man, how could she let him go just like that.
Although he might be over a thousand years older than Vivian, but an older husband and younger wife is a very common thing!
Vivian, you have to cheer up!
You absolutely can't give up!
You must be brave to try!
Vivian swiftly grabbed her hammer and dashed out of the warehouse.
A mere dozen seconds later, she found herself in the grand hall where her family worshipped the ancestors of generations past.
Vaguely, at the highest position, a portrait of a resolute and handsome man was hung. The plaque below it read...
[Lord Violet — Lynn]
Thump—
Without a word, Vivian knelt down on the cushion.
With her hands clasped together, she stared at the portrait of her ancestor and knocked her forehead against the ground over a dozen times.
"May the great Lord Violet, our benevolent and omnipotent ancestor, bless us!"
"Vivian... Vivian might have found her dream lover, so Vivian wants to follow the ancestral teachings, to knock him out and drag him home... But..."
Vivian tightly closed her eyes, then raised her hammer with both hands, shouting:
"But Vivian's beloved is very powerful, so Vivian requests the ancestor to bestow blessings, granting Vivian a powerful enchantment that can knock out the man of her dreams!!"
Suddenly, a faint, barely noticeable glow flashed across the high-ranking plaque.
...
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
