Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Fortunately, the sensation lasted for less than five seconds before they regained consciousness.

This time, however, they found themselves back in the Three-Day Academy, instead of continuing their death struggle in the sand.

came back?

Puzzled, the two immediately realized what was happening and began searching for the figure.

However, the figure had vanished from Zhang Ruoxue's sight, as if it had never existed at all, completely disappearing without a trace.

"They...ran away...?"

Zhang Ruoxue pursed her lips; she had originally wanted to test the power of the Dark Palm.

But now—

My thoughts abruptly stopped there.

Because Zhang Ruoxue's consciousness had been nearly extinguished by the previous barrage of punches, she had only been holding on by sheer willpower...

After the figure disappeared, Zhang Ruoxue's tense nerves relaxed, and she leaned forward, completely losing consciousness.

Ye Yuchan rushed over and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the girl had only fainted.

Above, the bright moon still shines.

The girl named Ye Yuchan put away the black light of the magic weapon, looked at the black night sky, and frowned.

That person—

Who is it?

67. Take your time.

The next day.

The midday sun was more intense than expected, and the female disciples of the Three-Day Academy would occasionally hold up small umbrellas to shield themselves from the irritating sunlight—although they could avoid getting tanned simply by covering their bodies with spiritual energy.

But holding an umbrella is just for romance, it doesn't count.

Three-Day Academy, One-Character Gate.

Next to the back garden of the gate, there is a small house that usually doesn't have many people. The house is decorated like a small shop in town, except that there is no welcoming banner. It has a rustic feel to it.

The two windows were open to the outside, and sunlight streamed in through the window sills into the somewhat gloomy room, illuminating the stone floor stained with blood.

"Why did you get into a conflict with someone again?"

Her pure white clothes swayed slightly in the breeze coming in from the window, and the girl with long, sea-blue hair asked in a reproachful tone.

Lying on the wooden bed in front of her, clutching the horrific wound on his abdomen that almost stretched across both sides of his waist, the somewhat frightening-looking man gave a bitter smile and gritted his teeth.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

"It's almost damaging your meridians and spiritual root, and you still call it a minor injury?"

"It's nothing. This injury is nothing compared to the one I had last time."

The girl frowned, slapped the man's head in dissatisfaction, and said in a stern tone, "Last time I went to great lengths to save you from the brink of death. If it weren't for Xiao Mei's help, you would probably be lying in a coffin by now."

"Hey hey hey..."

The man chuckled twice. Faced with the girl's reproach, he made no attempt to refute her, only continuing to laugh foolishly.

Seeing his appearance, the girl knew that no matter what she said, it would probably have no effect, so she could only calm down and focus all her attention on the bloody wound.

She took a deep breath, and the pure spiritual energy within her body slowly gathered in her palm. She skillfully and swiftly formed several seemingly chaotic but actually complex and profound hand seals, and a small, snow-white circular array appeared directly above the wound.

In fact, she still doesn't know where she learned such a mysterious technique, but she can activate the formation by relying on her subconscious.

"It might hurt a little, just bear with it."

The girl whispered a reminder, and the man nodded, closed his eyes, and bit down hard on the towel the girl had handed him earlier.

Then the girl slowly closed her eyes, her right hand manipulating the formation, and with the surge of spiritual energy, her right hand suddenly sank down.

In the blink of an eye, the formation completely disappeared into the wound.

"Ugh—!"

Stimulated by the intense pain, the man almost cried out, but because he was biting the towel, his voice sounded particularly low and painful, and he did not shout out directly.

"Be patient..."

A hint of reluctance flashed in the girl's eyes, but it quickly turned into a firm resolve.

All she can do now is end the treatment as soon as possible to reduce the man's suffering.

Sweat gradually slid down her delicate cheeks from her forehead. As time went by, her breathing became slightly rapid, but she still maintained a good rhythm. Although her right hand, which was controlling the magic circle, trembled slightly, spiritual energy continued to gush out from her palm.

Her gaze had already entered the magic circle. She could even see the torn wound, the exposed flesh, the cut blood vessels and tissues. What she had to do was to completely repair it.

About ten minutes later—

"call--"

The formation disappeared, and at the same time, Duan Xingchen let out a long sigh of relief.

Looking at the wound that had been stitched up, she finally felt relieved.

While a complete cure is not possible immediately, the wound will heal naturally if the man is not injured for a period of time.

The pain gradually subsided, and although the lingering pain was somewhat unbearable, the man did not take it to heart. He slowly rolled off the bed, released the towel that he had almost bitten through, and then knelt down on one knee in front of Duan Xingchen.

"Thank you so much, Sister Xingchen, for saving my life... I will never forget this kindness."

"Alright, alright, stop with that..."

Duan Xingchen, whose face was slightly pale, smiled and sat back in her seat, looking at the man earnestly: "Don't go out and cause trouble again, understand?"

"Well..."

The man smiled and scratched his head, his meaning clear—trouble was still brewing.

Duan Xingchen silently rolled her eyes. "You people only dare to act recklessly outside because you know how to heal your injuries. Now when people come to me, I almost think they are my enemies."

"What?! Big Sister has an enemy?" The man selectively ignored the first half of the sentence and asked warily, "Who is it? Who is so fearless as to go against our kind-hearted Sister Xingchen? Is it that Ye Yuchan?"

Seeing that he looked like he was about to beat someone up again, Duan Xingchen shook his head with a wry smile.

"I already said I thought they were enemies... Sigh, never mind, you should go back now."

Okay~

The man chuckled, then stood up, bowed to Duan Xingchen, and said, "Well then, Sister Xingchen, I'm leaving now."

"Don't come here covered in injuries next time."

"Well...we'll see!"

This kid...

Duan Xingchen shook his head with a stern face, thinking to himself that none of the students from the Three-Day Academy could stay still.

dong dong dong.

No sooner had the man left than Duan Xingchen heard a knock on the door.

—Did someone go out and cause trouble again and get beaten up?

Duan Xingchen's face darkened. He thought to himself that he would have to teach these guys a lesson this time. Every time he tried to talk to them out of kindness, they would just brush him off.

This time we definitely have to find a way to make them turn over a new leaf.

With this thought in mind, Duan Xingchen pushed open the door.

However, instead of her familiar underlings, she was greeted by two figures who looked somewhat disheveled.

"Oh, a light bulb..."

Ye Yuchan, supporting the black-haired girl named Zhang Ruoxue, gave Duan Xingchen a bitter smile.

"Thank you for your help."

……

……

……

"Attacked?"

Duan Xingchen looked at Zhang Ruoxue, who was covered in wounds, and dared not delay. He immediately circulated his spiritual energy to heal Zhang Ruoxue.

Compared to the previous injured person, Zhang Ruoxue's injuries were only superficial and did not actually damage her meridians.

Therefore, treatment will naturally be much more convenient.

Ye Yuchan sat down next to Zhang Ruoxue, her gaze fixed on Duan Xingchen.

"Yes, I was attacked by someone... whose face I couldn't see clearly."

"Can't see what it looks like? What do you mean?"

"It's hard to describe—"

Ye Yuchan pondered for a few seconds before mumbling, "It feels like my whole body is covered in mosaics. When I move, it's like a bunch of pixels are moving. If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Ruoxue is in high definition, I would have thought I had traveled into Minecraft."

Upon hearing Ye Yuchan's words, Duan Xingchen paused in his healing actions, his face showing three question marks.

"what?"

"Ah..." Ye Yuchan finally realized, "Sorry - I forgot you wouldn't understand these words, but basically it means you can see that she is a person, but you don't know what she looks like."

Duan Xingchen: "Why do I feel like you're getting more and more confused the more you talk..."

"That's basically the gist of it."

To be honest, Ye Yuchan's communication skills are actually quite poor.

She did add a comment along the way:

"But that person should be a woman."

"Why?" Duan Xingchen tilted his head, looking puzzled. "Didn't you say you didn't know what she looked like?"

As this topic came up, Ye Yuchan silently lowered her head, looking at her rather pathetic chest curves, and silently pouted.