Chapter 463: Na'er's New Body

"Isn't this matter between you and Hu Liena?"

Na'er was also puzzled: "Why does it sound like a God Trial, as if it has already been arranged?"

"It feels that way, and I don't know why either."

Qin Jian sighed helplessly: "I have no other path to take now; I can only keep going and take it one step at a time."

"Don't worry, even if there really is a god plotting against you behind the scenes, you have me as your backing."

Na'er comforted him: "They certainly won't be able to calculate my existence, because both the Silver Dragon Spear and my aura characteristics have been concealed; they cannot detect them... as long as I don't fully erupt with my power."

Qin Jian nodded: "Mm, I know all of that."

"Since you know it all, why do you still look so dejected?"

The Silver Dragon tilted her head to look at him.

Qin Jian reached out and patted her head again, saying: "I'm not dejected, I just suddenly feel very unaccustomed to this."

"Unaccustomed?"

Na'er suddenly raised her head and said: "Is it because you're used to having women around, and now that they're gone, you're not used to it?"

Qin Jian was covered in sweat: "No... that's not it, you're slandering me..."

*Swoosh... *

The Silver Dragon suddenly transformed into a silver flow and hovered, then streams of silver flowed out from within Qin Jian's soul bone, merging into a mass floating before Qin Jian's eyes.

"Put your hand into the main body of the Silver Dragon Spear's silver flow..." Na'er said in the depths of Qin Jian's heart.

He followed her instructions and reached out, placing his right hand inside the embrace of the silver flow.

"We are linking our consciousness, then you imagine my appearance in your mind, the more detailed the better," Na'er said again.

Qin Jian was surprised: "Imagine your appearance? Do you mean I can imagine whatever I want?"

"You are not allowed to imagine just anything!"

Na'er spoke up suddenly, then slowly added: "You must imagine... um... the appearance of me that you most wish to see."

"The appearance I most wish to see..."

Qin Jian's eyes lit up.

"Mm, the more detailed, the better," Na'er said in a low voice.

For some reason, Qin Jian actually detected a hint of shyness and unease in her tone.

He already anticipated what Na'er was about to do, so he slowly closed his eyes and began to depict in his mind the most beautiful appearance he could imagine.

"Hum!"

Following his imagination, the mass of silver light before him began to flicker slightly, slowly extending upwards and downwards, transforming into a human shape.

But at this moment, the human shape was merely a form; it lacked any details.

"That's not enough, Qin Jian, you need to imagine every single point, from the hairstyle, to the facial features, to the figure, everything... all of it..."

When Na'er said this, her voice became even more shy...

"Alright."

In the Ten Thousand Year time, he didn't know how many times he had imagined her appearance.

Depicting details? A piece of cake.

"Swoosh, swoosh..."

Gradually, the silver-flow human shape began to manifest a concrete appearance.

From top to bottom, first appeared a head of straight silver hair, followed by perfect brows, a high bridge of the nose, a smooth and delicate pretty face, warm and small thin lips, and Linglong cute ears, all coming together into a flawless face.

After the head appeared, the rest flowed much more smoothly.

A beautiful neck followed all the way down to the collarbone, and then to...

"Clothes! Clothes! You have to imagine the clothes too!"

As a result, before it could even manifest to that red little spot, Na'er's frantic voice rang out in Qin Jian's mind.

It was also the first time he discovered that Na'er could be so loud...

"Alright then..."

Qin Jian sighed helplessly and had no choice but to imagine a silver-white one-piece short skirt along with it.

Finally, there were the golden-ratio long legs; they were simply perfect.

He wanted to open his eyes, but after thinking about it, he imagined a belt, fastened around her slender waist that could be held in one hand.

"It's done... you can pull your hand back now..."

There were too many emotions in Na'er's voice; Qin Jian found it difficult to distinguish such a complex and changing mood for a moment.

He slowly pulled his hand out, and then he heard a humming sound from in front of him, just like the sound made when a treasure is born into the world.

Qin Jian hesitated, but he couldn't help but slowly open his eyes.

What met his eyes was a mass of white light, which flickered a few times before gradually disappearing.

When he saw the person before him clearly, Qin Jian subconsciously held his breath.

Hmm... she was a bit smaller than he had imagined...

The first thing he saw was silver hair like a waterfall draped over her fragrant shoulders, followed by a face like Ice and Snow, adorned with slender willow-leaf brows like a crescent moon, and clear, deep purple eyes.

Her cheeks were fairer than snow, her beautiful face was as poetic and picturesque as a painting, and her two lips were like a touch of pink rouge that the heavens had exhausted all their heart's blood to paint; she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Her body was so petite, full of a youthful charm in her curves, yet it exuded an alluring scent.

Following the white dress all the way down, it cascaded into a natural, fluid beauty.

Beneath the hem of the skirt, two slender, delicate, and straight calves were bared, carved like jade; her skin was exceptionally fair and smooth, rippling with a luster like milk and honey, and revealing a crystal-clear transparency like ice.

The feet she rested on the ground were like two Ice and Snow lotus flowers from the Heavenly Mountains, so beautiful they didn't seem like something of this world.

I can only say, is she worthy of being the most favorite appearance I imagined myself...

The corners of Qin Jian's mouth curled up uncontrollably; that feeling of secret joy was just like sneaking a kiss from a girl when he was a child.

"You... what are you laughing at..."

The little person in front of him seemed to be startled, touching her own tender cheeks in a flustered manner: "Is something wrong?"

"No, everything is right, absolutely perfect!"

Qin Jian reached out almost subconsciously to pull her into his arms, hugging her wantonly, and laughed out loud: "I really like you like this, hahahaha..."

Because this laughter was too infectious, the other knights dared not check, but the Knight Order Captain still felt uneasy and slowed his horse's Speed to take a look.

Then, he silently walked away...

The Spirit Hall Chief Judge, Guard Commander, future Dean of Spirit Hall Academy, suspected Empress Consort, and confirmed man of the Saintess, added another heavy, colorful stroke to his already notorious reputation.

One day at a certain moment, after the Saintess returned, the Empress Consort was holding a beautiful twelve or thirteen-year-old girl and laughing like a werewolf...

"You, you, you... let go of me!"

Na'er's voice, spoken from the small mouth of a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, fell from aloofness into the mortal world; originally cold and not like a mortal, it was now cutely childish.

Coupled with her extremely beautiful face, it simply melted Qin Jian's heart.

The somewhat gloomy mood he had originally felt vanished completely, to the point where he couldn't even recall it; perhaps this was Na'er's purpose...

"Whoosh!"

Unable to break free from Qin Jian's enthusiastic embrace, Na'er could only transform into a silver stream again to escape, then gathered in front into the appearance of the girl from just before.

"Crack, crack..."

She stretched out her hand and gave a light wipe, and a long ice mirror appeared in front of her, reflecting her perfect figure and face.

Na'er lowered her small hand, carefully examining herself in the mirror, and slowly the corners of her mouth lifted...

(End of this chapter)