Don't mess with that necromancer; his summoned creatures level up on their own!

The little vampire's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze instantly drawn to the open bag beside the sofa.

The bags were placed next to the sofa, revealing neatly folded dresses inside.

With a black base, deep red accents, and subtle silver patterns, each piece is an exquisite gothic-style dress.

The neckline was adorned with dark red gemstones, and the skirt was embroidered with delicate silver vine patterns.

Layers upon layers of lace, topped with a small black hat.

She stood there, stunned, her bloodshot eyes widening slightly, her lips parting, before finally managing to utter a weak sound.

"These...are all for me?"

Lu Zhixing leaned against the entryway cabinet, speaking casually.

"Hmm. Do you like it?"

The little vampire seemed not to have heard the rest of his sentence.

She had already walked to the sofa, squatted down, and gently touched the lace cuffs of the top dress.

She suddenly stood up, put her hands behind her back, raised her chin high, and turned her head to face Lu Zhixing with the back of her head.

"Who...who likes your gift? I don't like these little dresses at all! I can wear anything! I don't need these fancy things..."

Lu Zhixing looked at the back of her head, then at the finger that was secretly reaching for the lace cuff, but didn't expose her.

"If you accept my gift, you'd better work hard for me from now on."

The little vampire's fingers paused on his sleeve for a moment, then withdrew.

"Hmph... Whether I work or not depends on my mood."

She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice.

"However... since you've already bought it... it seems a bit wasteful not to wear it... so I'll reluctantly give it a try."

The little vampire squatted by the sofa, slowly pulling out a black lace dress from the bag with his fingertips.

She had just looked up when she met Lu Zhixing's gaze.

Her movements abruptly stopped, and she immediately straightened her slender body, crossing her arms over her chest.

Her delicate chin was held high, and her tone carried a hint of deliberate mischief.

"Why aren't you turning around? Standing there without moving, are you planning to watch me change clothes? You little punk, you really are a perverted lolicon."

Lu Zhixing: "???"

He sighed and spoke in a very serious tone.

"I don't have the habit of showing my back to others."

His gaze swept lightly over her thin chest, and he added a casual remark.

"And... you're just average."

The little vampire suddenly looked down at his chest, his fair cheeks flushing bright red, and his voice abruptly rose.

"I...I'm still growing! This isn't my final form at all! When I evolve to my final form, I'll be a 36D supermodel, and then you can laugh at me."

Upon hearing this, a flash of disappointment crossed Lu Zhixing's eyes.

Little Blood keenly noticed this subtle change.

[What do you mean by disappointment in your eyes... you perverted lolicon! I'm the only little loli in the family, you're not going to do anything terrible to me, are you?]

As Xiao Xue spoke, she took two steps back, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.

Lu Zhixing frowned slightly, as if he was thinking seriously.

"No, don't we have three little girls in our family? You, Xiaoyou, and Xiaohe, aren't you all little girls?"

The little vampire stood there, stunned.

【"Um……???"】

Lu Zhixing took a deep breath and slowly spoke.

"Actually, the term 'loli' is relative. As long as someone is smaller than a reference point, they are considered a loli."

"Just like a 1.7-meter-tall mature woman facing a 3-meter-tall giant, she's still a loli."

"I call this the Lolita Relativity."

"Furthermore, I learned the relevant theoretical knowledge from Chinese and mathematics in high school."

The little vampire's expression had changed from shock to confusion.

"Ah...do schools still teach these things?"

For example,

Lu Zhixing solemnly raised one finger.

"The opposite of the 'shota distribution' is the 'loli distribution'."

"Furthermore, compared to the sun, Earth is just a little girl."

"So, according to the theory of loli relativity, I am 1.8 meters tall, and anyone shorter than me is a loli."

The system panel was silent for three seconds, then a gray text message popped up.

[Little Vampire Status: Worldview under reconstruction.]

The little vampire's face was a mixture of shame, confusion, resentment, and grievance.

She grabbed the dress from the sofa, hugged it to her arms, and rushed barefoot into the walk-in closet, slamming the wooden door shut behind her.

A muffled, aggrieved murmur could be heard from inside the door.

"A complete pervert..."

A few minutes later, the wooden door to the walk-in closet was slowly pushed open a crack, and then gradually widened.

The little vampire walked out slowly, her gothic black dress making her skin appear as white as snow.

The knee-length skirt is adorned with delicate lace, and the neckline is exquisitely pleated to accentuate the waistline.

He wore a small black top hat on his head, with the brim tilted down at an angle.

A dark red velvet rose was pinned to the side.

She spun around awkwardly, her lace skirt billowing gently.

Her small hands, hanging at her sides, unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt, her eyes filled with barely concealed anticipation, as she whispered.

"Is it...good-looking?"

Lu Zhixing looked him up and down and nodded.

"Hmm, the clothes are quite nice."

Just as the little vampire's lips were about to curl into a smile, he added another sentence.

"He's just an ordinary person."

The little vampire pouted and glared at him unhappily.

She didn't say anything, bent down to pick up the matching black leather shoes from the ground, walked up to Lu Zhixing, stretched out her little feet, and snorted.

"Hurry up and help me put on my shoes."

Lu Zhixing lowered his eyes to look at the small foot that was being offered. It was small in size, with round, white toes and clearly visible pale blue veins on the thin instep.

"Can't you wear it yourself?"

The little vampire's voice sounded slightly unnatural, and his gaze drifted elsewhere.

"Because I can't bend over..."

She pointed to the little hat on her head.

"If you bend over, your hat will fall off."

As she spoke, she stretched her little feet forward again.

【"hurry up."】

Lu Zhixing sighed and squatted down.

He reached out and grasped his ankle, sliding his hand down to the instep, feeling a slight coolness.

"He won't even behave when he's wearing shoes."

He muttered something, picked up the shoes with his other hand, aligned the opening with her toes, and gently slipped them on.

The little leather shoes slid in close to the instep, the opening just above the ankle, paired with white lace stockings, making them look like they were tailor-made.

Lu Zhixing supported her feet, and only after confirming that the shoes fit properly did he let go and stand up.

"Alright, Miss."

The little vampire stared down at his brand-new leather shoes, his eyes secretly glancing at his hand still hovering in mid-air, and the corners of his lips, hidden under the brim of his hat, uncontrollably turned up.

"Hmph, your service was passable, I'm satisfied for now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the front door was gently pushed open.

Song Xiaohe walked into the house with a small backpack on her back, her bangs blowing messily in the wind.

Her gaze swept across the living room, then she abruptly stopped, her eyes blinking as she looked at the little vampire in a gothic dress, her mouth slightly agape.

"What an adorable summon!"

A genuine exclamation escaped her lips, and Song Xiaohe quickly stepped forward and squatted down.

He scooped up the petite little vampire in his arms and gently weighed him in his hands.

"So tiny! Where did you buy that little hat? The lace trim and black color combination is so beautiful!"

The little vampire was held in her arms, his limbs dangling in the air. He struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free, and his voice carried a hint of embarrassment.

"You...you human! How dare you! Let me go!"

But despite her words of resistance, she barely moved in her arms, and her voice gradually faded.

"However... she does have some good taste..."

Of course, Xiao He couldn't hear what she was saying.

Song Xiaohe spun her around in her arms before putting her down, then turned to look at Lu Zhixing, her eyes brighter than before.

"Brother has such good taste! He's so good at matching outfits!"

But the next second, the light in the girl's eyes dimmed slightly, her fingertips gently clenched the backpack strap, and she murmured softly, unable to hide her grievance and disappointment.

"My brother has never bought me new clothes..."

Seeing this, Lu Zhixing silently took out a floating light shield from behind him.

The shield floated in mid-air, its warm, soft light flowing gently.

Song Xiaohe's gaze was fixed on the shield. She froze for a moment, hesitated, and stepped forward, her fingertips lightly touching the shield's surface.

"This...this is a bronze-grade light-attribute equipment?"

She had visited several equipment shops in the city and knew the market prices; a regular bronze light shield started at over ten thousand yuan.

Higher quality ones often cost over 500,000, but the aura emanating from this shield far surpasses any finished product she has ever seen.

She looked up at Lu Zhixing, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Brother, is this for me?"

Lu Zhixing raised his hand and handed the shield to her.

"This was specially made for you, take it."

Song Xiaohe carefully caught the shield with both hands; its weight was surprisingly light.

With a thought, the shield immediately left her palm, hovering in the air and slowly rotating in front of her.

"Its two core features are: first, remote control via mental power, allowing for full-time defense without needing to hold the device;"

"Secondly, there's the ability to absorb mana, which allows you to convert enemy skill energy into your own sustain. This is a great ability for your knight class."

Lu Zhixing explained calmly.

Song Xiaohe lowered her eyes and stared at the floating light shield in front of her, her eyes uncontrollably reddening.

She grew up in Holy Soul Village, and from childhood to adulthood, no one had ever gone out of their way to prepare a gift for her, let alone forge a top-tier, exclusive piece of armor by hand.

"Brother, thank you..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she tiptoed slightly and gently pressed her soft lips to Lu Zhixing's cheek.

He quickly stepped back half a step, lowered his head, his ears turning bright red, and pretended to be engrossed in studying the patterns on the shield.

Lu Zhixing raised his hand and gently rubbed the lingering warmth on his cheek before turning his head to look out the window.

The little vampire had his back to the two of them, pretending to gaze at the night view outside the window, but in reality, his whole body was stiff.

Out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but glance backward, a surge of bitterness welling up inside me.

"Alright, pack your things and get some rest. We have a practical exam tomorrow."

The little vampire's sullen, resentful mutterings came through clearly.

"It's just an ordinary piece of armor, what's there to be happy about... My lace dress is a hundred times more valuable than that broken shield, I'm not envious at all..."

the next day.

Lu Zhixing and Song Xiaohe stood side by side at the entrance of the examination room, separated by a white-lined dividing area. They just stood there, neither of them taking the first step.

Song Xiaohe hugged the Floating Light Shield, a stark contrast to the usual girl who cowered behind her brother and spoke in a soft, gentle voice.

Today, she possessed a more heroic air that she herself might not have even realized.

Lu Zhixing still chose to put his hands in his pockets.

"elder brother……".

She glanced uneasily at the massive teleportation array in the distance.

"I'm a little nervous..."

Lu Zhixing turned his head to look at her, then looked away, raised his hand, and patted her on the head.

"What's there to be nervous about? You're an S-class four-winged angel, so even without equipment, you won't be that bad."

"Have you forgotten what it was like when you single-handedly tanked that wave of monsters in the dungeon last time?"

"Back then, you hadn't even fully mastered your profession; now you're a whole level above that."

Song Xiaohe blinked, her eyelashes trembled, and her grip on Lu Zhixing's clothes loosened slightly, but she didn't completely let go.

Lu Zhixing continued, his tone flat.

"Besides, the shield you're holding is a super-tier bronze level. All the other equipment combined isn't as good as yours. Don't scare yourself."

Song Xiaohe blinked and then nodded vigorously.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the tension and anxiety swirling in her heart.

"Yes! I will try my best!"

Lu Zhixing waved to her.

"Go ahead, I'll come find you after I finish my exams."

He turned and walked towards the alchemy competition area on the other side. After taking two steps, he turned his head slightly, tilted his chin, and added a sentence.

"come on."

Song Xiaohe stood there, watching his figure walk further and further away into the crowd.

She stood there for two or three seconds, then turned her gaze away and walked towards the teleportation array on the other side, which was filled with blue and white light.

Meanwhile, Lu Zhixing arrived at the venue of the alchemy competition.

The venue was much larger than he had imagined.

It was a semi-circular open-air plaza, with a ring of stone pillars as tall as a person around its edge.

More than a hundred alchemy platforms were lined up in the center of the square. Each platform was made of dark gray stone with a smooth and flat surface.

The standard alchemy tools—the elixir furnace, temperature stabilizer, weighing platform, and grinder—are neatly arranged on top.

Next to each table was a row of blank medicine bottles, all made of translucent glass.

The examiners' seats outside the examination hall were already full, with five elderly men with gray hair sitting behind a long table.

The person in the very center is the vice president of the Dachang City Alchemists Association.

Dozens of staff members in uniforms moved around the site, checking tools, verifying lists, and distributing initial materials.

Lu Zhixing looked around; there were about a hundred people.

Su Youran stood not far from him, about two alchemy platforms apart.

She wore a moon-white long dress with a thin silver chain around her waist, and her hair was loosely tied back.

Her gaze fell on Lu Zhixing, a faint smile playing on her lips.

She turned the ring on her hand.

She thought to herself.

"I lost to you in the first stage, but watch how I crush you in the second stage."

"So what if your mother is the president of a magic potion company? Even if you have a talent for alchemy, you can't beat me."

She looked away and unconsciously turned the ring around again.

With the old man's guidance, she couldn't figure out how she could lose.

Not to mention that she grew up in her father's pharmacy.

Before I could even walk, I learned to smell medicinal herbs, a skill honed over more than a decade.

Their foundation is so solid that it's something ordinary people can't achieve by cramming at the last minute.

Alchemy isn't about inspiration; it's about practice.

This time, she wanted to make Lu Zhixing lose convincingly and then obediently put on the maid outfit.

She pictured that scene.

The image of the Lu family's young master, who usually seemed aloof and indifferent, standing in front of her dressed as a maid.

The smile on his lips deepened, and even the corners of his eyes curved downwards.