Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1585 The Teaching Scandal
Lin Fan stood in front of the table drawing talismans, his brushstrokes flowing like dragons and snakes.

Each time he raised his wrist, the runes lit up, and Helian Rongjin could feel a slight vibration in the air. No matter how many times he had seen it, he still couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of creation.

Lin Fan simply stood there quietly, gently rotating her wrist as if she were just doodling, and one after another, small cards carrying powerful attributes appeared in her hand.

Helian Rongjin knew the power of those cards, and also knew that Lin Fan's effortless handling of the situation was a testament to her unfathomable strength.

Most of the women he encountered were proud and spoiled guides, precious and delicate, like birds kept in gilded cages, gorgeous but fragile.

There are also some formidable female sentinels who are the complete opposite of the guides—bold, strong, and constantly exuding an aura of being someone not to be trifled with.

No woman has ever stood like Lin Fan, saying nothing and doing nothing. Even with a blank expression, she simply stood there quietly, like a towering mountain, unfathomable and unshakeable.

Thinking of the lightning that appeared out of nowhere, which seemed like an obedient pet to Lin Fan's fingertips, Helian Rongjin felt his scalp tingle once again.

He was born a 3S Sentinel and never knew what inferiority was.

For the first time in my life, I understood this, yet I also knew it was beyond my reach.

All I can do is put aside my past ulterior motives, lower my stance, and sincerely hope to establish a friendly relationship with the Noah, thus gaining access to such a powerful and well-funded backer.

Only after finishing his work did Lin Fan shake his sore left hand, let Jin Sichen count the items, and turn to walk towards Helian Rongjin.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting."

“Of course, it’s my business too.” Helian Rongjin smiled and sat down on the sofa with Lin Fan.

As soon as she sat down, Antonio came running over, sat down next to Lin Fan, and held her wrist, a blue light flashing.

"It's not that serious." Lin Fan couldn't help but laugh at his earnest expression.

She could handle this small problem herself; she just didn't think it was that delicate and that it would get better with time.

“Yes, yes,” Antonio said seriously, watching the blue water film swirl around Lin Fan’s hand a few times to relieve his fatigue. “Your hands are now the top priority for protection. Everyone on the ship is counting on you. Why suffer if you can avoid hardship? See, this is perfect.”

"Alright," Lin Fan accepted his offer and casually asked, "How's your teaching going?"

Antonio's face fell, and he slumped heavily onto the sofa with a long sigh: "Ugh! Don't even mention it, it's exhausting!"

Lin Fan recently went to Xiaoyao Mountain to refine weapons and completed all the weapon refining tasks. The remaining talisman drawing task can be done at the hotel, regardless of the location.

In the frantic rush to meet the deadline, there was naturally no time to care about Antonio.

But in her mind, this shouldn't be too difficult, right?
The guides who can enter the White Tower are all reasonably intelligent. Antonio's lessons have also been verified by the Noah's medical personnel; the basic introductory courses shouldn't be a problem.

"This is the first time I've ever encountered such a difficult student!" Antonio complained bitterly.

The guides were too confident in their healing abilities and didn't take the Noah's healing abilities seriously at all.

They felt that these diplomatic-style friendly exchange and learning meetings were just superficial social niceties; people only needed to be present to cooperate, and what was said was completely unimportant.

"...There were all sorts of people doing this, painting their nails, putting on makeup, reading novels... If you didn't know better, you'd think it was some kind of tea party!" Antonio rolled his eyes. "Forget about understanding, hardly anyone even listened. You tell me, wasn't I angry? I couldn't hit them, but couldn't I at least yell at them? They seemed to enjoy yelling at me, and suddenly they got serious. I thought, well, what's the harm in teaching them this way? Maybe they just like this approach. Ha! I was so naive!"

Lin Fan asked curiously, "How could you be so naive?" Antonio sighed, "I thought they were looking at me seriously because they wanted to hear what I had to say, but they were just looking at me. Although I know I'm handsome and dashing, I spent so much time teaching them healing magic, and these bunch of infatuated girls only cared about my face and figure..."

He was really angry; his nostrils flared and his face was flushed.

"When they asked questions, they all seemed so enthusiastic, I thought they were genuinely eager to learn. But the questions they asked were like those of female hooligans! They practically wanted to tear me apart. I almost didn't make it back, sob sob sob..."

Lin Fan was unaware of this situation and turned to ask Cen Fangyuan.

Cen Fangyuan walked over, patted Antonio's shoulder as he slumped on the sofa, and explained to Lin Fan, "This did happen on the first day. After I spoke with Bai Ta, it didn't happen again."

“Who said there aren’t any?” Antonio suddenly sat up as if he had risen from the dead. “They’re just not as blatant anymore, that look in their eyes…”

As he spoke, he shuddered and hugged himself tightly as if he were still in fear. His gaze fell on Helian Rongjin opposite him, and he asked, "Are the guides here so wild? I thought they were all as gentle and weak as they looked."

"That depends on your definition of frailty." Helian Rongjin also found it amusing. "In terms of physical strength, they are indeed weak and frail, but in terms of spirit, they are much stronger than the Sentinels. Have you forgotten about Seria?"

Antonio suddenly recalled the person from his memory.

Celia is only an S-rank guide, yet her temper is already like that. Although her husbands can control her, they all rely on techniques, and on the surface and materially, they don't mistreat her in any way.

It should be said that, without affecting the wishes of her husbands, they were quite happy to indulge Celia's willfulness.

“This is the epitome of the relationship between guides and sentinels. From a very young age, guides know they need to find strong sentinels to protect them. Their status determines their superior mentality. Although often they may not even realize that their whims are actually under the control of the sentinels,” Helian Rongjin shrugged, “but what does it matter? They think being unparalleled is enough. Anyway, if there are any problems, the sentinels will handle them. It’s not something they need to worry about. They are most likely attracted by your strength…you know what I mean.”

Antonio simply pulled his legs up onto the sofa, pressing himself tightly against Lin Fan: "I don't want to understand, I'm an artist, not a prostitute, honey..."

Lin Fan was so jolted by his sudden impact that he almost tumbled off the sofa. Speechless, he reached out to brace himself and kicked the "giant baby" off the sofa.

"Come on, do you really think you can be taken advantage of by those guides? Surrounded by a bunch of pretty girls, you'd probably be too happy to leave, wouldn't you?"

Antonio chuckled as he sat on the floor, then climbed back onto the sofa: "Honestly, it's really tiring. I don't know if it's a lack of communication within the White Tower or what, but hardly anyone listens to my lectures. And even when they do listen, I don't know if it's due to limited talent or too little time, or if the external environment isn't suitable, but I can't see any significant improvement. With labor being wasted like this, even if it were a celestial being descended to earth, I'd still take it all, okay?"

“They’ve already paid,” Cen Fangyuan casually reminded him from the side.

“I know!” Antonio turned his head and said angrily, “That’s why I’ve been holding back. But seriously, shouldn’t you guys adjust your plan? Don’t say I’m slacking off and cheating them out of their tuition fees.”

"Understood." Cen Fangyuan received a glance from Lin Fan and lowered his head to take notes. "I will meet with Bai Ta tomorrow to discuss the next steps for adjusting the curriculum."

“The external environment isn’t a big problem,” Lin Fan interjected. “We can draw talismans here, so there are no obstacles in terms of spiritual energy. Besides, the Sersorn people themselves have spiritual energy. We have to consider that their genes have been cut, and perhaps because of the incompleteness, they are unable to properly absorb and circulate spiritual energy.”

Cen Fangyuan nodded: "I've noted it down. We'll confirm the root cause. If it is indeed the case, we won't waste time on this and will switch to an auxiliary treatment plan. We'll have the medical cultivators take over then. The pricing for the intensive treatment will also be based on our card pricing, and we'll ask for Cui Da's opinion."

"You decide," Lin Fan nodded.

“Okay, I’ll show you the plan once it’s finalized.” Cen Fangyuan wrote on his head. “Considering the number of S-rank and above sentinels, we may need your and Anton’s help at that time.”

"Why is it my business again!" Antonio wailed, sliding down to the floor with a thud, leaving only his head resting on the sofa.

"Keep it up, Nascent Soul cultivator!" Lin Fan patted his forehead, then turned to look at Helian Rongjin with a serious expression.

"What did they find out?"