Chapter 442: White Dragon Tomb

After waiting half an hour in place, Wen Na retrieved the White Dragon Horn Seal from her secret base.

This object differs somewhat from traditional dragon horns.

It is a curved, backward-facing bony neck crest, attached to a flexible membrane, somewhat resembling a fish's dorsal fin.

But this one is larger—half a meter tall—and Wen Na needed both hands to lift it.

Luo De held it in his hands and examined it.

He did not feel the resentment as he had deep within the White Dragon Tomb.

The smoothness of the horn's bone surface indicated generations of stewardship by the Pweir family; aside from its obvious age, it looked more like an ordinary artifact.

This is the raw material for the second corpse component of the resentful Dragon, still in semi-finished form.

It must later be sent to the 【Cat Sprite Paradise】 for processing.

Only then will its peculiar properties likely manifest.

Without further thought, Luo De, Tally, and Wen Na slipped into the shadow of the Land Naga Eve, who carried them back into the White Dragon Tomb.

Since the Land Naga's negotiations with the Sandtalin had just concluded, the daytime arrangement remained unchanged.

Sandtalin oversight was still confined to the upper layers, while the Land Naga had positioned themselves deeper inside.

It resembled a turtle trapped in a jar.

Fortunately, Eve said their first task upon entering was not to break into the tomb, but to construct an escape teleportation array.

This also served as justification for their being paid without doing real work.

When Eve reached the deepest level—the site of the magical seal—

Only her mother, Lilian, was there.

Lilian blinked in surprise: "Eve? Didn't you say you were going back to camp for clothes?"

"I changed my mind. This outfit is comfortable enough as a base layer."

She glanced around, then her gaze settled on Eve's exposed, firm, toned abdomen.

She said enviously: "Maybe I should train my spirituality too. Meditating on magic hasn't improved my body—it's just given me a little belly from sitting too long."

As she spoke,

her cheeks flushed as she recalled how, the night before, a certain man had occasionally pinched her small belly.

"I envy your figure, Mother—so womanly, so soft," Eve laughed.

"Sigh, you're too young to understand. In another ten years, I'll start to sag. Then I'll look awful. I'll return to camp late tonight—you watch this place."

Hearing this, Eve was surprised.

Her mother, since being severely wounded over a decade ago, had rarely cared about such things—maintaining her appearance was merely a necessity of her role as clan priestess.

Yet now, there was a faint hint of wanting to please someone.

A woman's sudden attention to her appearance often stems from a man.

Eve herself was the best proof.

Earlier, upon learning she'd meet a certain dog-man, she'd secretly styled her hair and adjusted her outfit.

What's going on with Mother?

Eve suddenly had a flash of insight.

She remembered how, the night before, her mother had introduced her a husband—and hidden the man in her own tent to keep their sister Betty from playing with him.

Could it be… Mother's desire has awakened?! And she's already sampled that man?!

Eve's expression turned strange.

It wasn't that she opposed her mother finding another man, nor that she minded her sleeping with the husband her mother had introduced to her.

After all, she had no interest in other men, and for a normal Naga, changing husbands two or three times a year wasn't unusual.

But seeing the mature, beautiful woman before her lost in amorous reverie, she felt an inexplicable sense of dread.

Still, Eve suppressed her concerns for now.

The matter of that dog-man was more urgent.

After a few moments of small talk,

Eve said she had a new idea and wished to test it alone on the magical seal, asking her mother to cast several silence spells.

Lilian nodded without concern, cast the spells, then retired to the cave's temporary resting spot.

Once she was certain her mother had moved beyond a certain distance,

Luo De stepped out of the shadows and saw Eve's worried expression.

"What's wrong?"

"I think Mother's developed feelings for a man… but I don't know who he is, and I'm worried."

"Hmm, I think it's better not to interfere in your mother-in-law's love life. Everyone's an adult, and she's a seventh-rank mage—she won't get hurt."

"You don't understand. Mother was severely wounded over a decade ago—since then, her body has been dry, incapable of desire. If she'd truly healed, she'd have told me. I fear that man used some trick—like your 【Alluring Fluid】."

As she spoke,

she turned to Luo De with an unfriendly gaze: "Where did you learn that damned fluid effect? Are there other men who have it too?"

"As far as I know, no. I was born with it—destined to charm girls. Can't help it."

"Hmph. I don't like you much. Get on with your business. I plan to follow Mother back to camp late tonight—to see what this man's really like."

Luo De raised an eyebrow.

But he made no comment on the matter.

He pulled out the White Dragon Horn Seal, and the magical seal immediately responded—both emitting faint light.

Without delay, as Wen Na had instructed, he slowly recited the incantation to lift the seal.

As the syllables pulsed, the surrounding air began to ripple.

A vast blue magical circuit resonated with the White Dragon Horn; the light intensified from weak to strong, until it engulfed the entire seal.

The solid rock walls trembled in response.

Eve frowned.

She raised her hand and pressed it against the cave wall, using the 【Earth Vein Resonance】 technique Luo De had previously taught her to calm the vibrations.

Luo De glanced at her and smiled: "Not bad."

The Naga girl tilted her head proudly, revealing her smooth, elegantly curved neck: "Do you think I need you to say so?"

Moments later,

the magical light faded one by one.

The massive seal covering the cave entrance opened a narrow door in its center—just wide enough for one person to pass.

As Luo De stepped inside, a fresh wave of resentment surged forth.

【Resentment +43】

【Resentment +32】

【Resentment +37】

Even after hundreds of years, the ancient White Dragon's resentment remains this strong?

They say White Dragons have low intelligence, hold grudges fiercely, and possess exceptional memories—perhaps that's why.

After entering the magical seal with Eve, Luo De maintained his good habit of closing doors behind him, sealing the small gate once more.

Now Wen Na and Tally also stepped out of the shadows, and the four of them lit 【Light Spell】 to proceed together.

After a hundred meters, the temperature plummeted rapidly.

Frost began to appear on the cave walls.

Of those present, only Wen Na was a novice, huddling and shivering with cold.

After another hundred meters, they finally saw the first object inside the White Dragon Tomb.

A massive sword, taller than Luo De, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, stood inverted before a small mound.

Blue ice crystals now covered the walls and rocky ground, turning the cavern into an ice cave.

Yet even in this ice cave,

the sword and the mound remained untouched—as if the ice feared to approach them.

(End of Chapter)