Chapter 444: Battle Spirits and the Rhythm of Motion and Stillness

"Spirit Devouring Forging? Battle Spirit?"

Eve fell silent. "What flashy nonsense are you making up? Right in front of you stands the only race on the continent skilled in Battle Spirit spiritual arts—how dare you boast like that?"

Luo De shrugged. "It was, before. Now it isn't."

Building a Battle Spirit with the Spirit Devouring Forging method will be much faster.

But this thing is an ancient-level White Dragon—its size alone means it'll still take about a week, no matter what.

I wonder if the Naga can hold out that long.

"Heh, you got all fluttery just because I shared one 【Battle Spirit Impact】 with you? Has your Battle Spirit even been built yet, little brother?"

Eve wore the smug expression of an older sister looking down at a first-year student.

Then she planted her hands on her hips, and the sweet melon beside her jolted violently side to side.

"I'll tell you this: I, Eve of the Four-Armed Naga Clan, hold the fastest recorded time for Battle Spirit construction in the Mirror Desert—completed it in just six months. If you have any questions, ask nicely, and your senior sister will enlighten you."

Luo De smiled.

He released his hand from the ice and discovered he didn't need direct contact to absorb the scales—just staying within a reasonable distance sufficed.

"Then may I ask, Senior Sister Eve, how many Battle Spirits have you built altogether?"

At this,

she shook her head and patted Luo De's shoulder with the exasperated air of someone trying to carve beauty from rotten wood.

"Little brother, little brother—Battle Spirits are best built from your own form. The bonuses come faster, they grow with you, and greed leads to indigestion."

The land Naga's ritual magic differs from other Naga.

They rely on the skill 【Ancestral Spirit Communication】; the Battle Spirits they build early on are merely transitional. Once they master 【Ancestral Spirit Communication】, they transform their Battle Spirits into the form of their Ancestral Spirits, unlocking greater magical power.

Mother-in-law Lilian is such a Naga priestess.

As she spoke,

faint blue spiritual mist stirred and drifted behind her, slowly coalescing into a four-armed Naga adorned in gold and silver, clad in ornate armor, wielding exquisite weapons.

Its appearance matched hers, only larger.

And its expression was holy and haughty—starkly contrasting her current pose: hands on hips, head tilted back, grinning like an idiot.

"See? But you don't need to reach my level—close enough is fine. After all, not everyone has the innate talent of a four-armed Naga, hahaha—"

"Heh."

Luo De smiled.

Thick, vast pale blue spiritual mist rose behind him.

Then it surged outward and upward, slowly solidifying into form.

Eve's grin froze. She tilted her head upward along with the rising Battle Spirit.

When she saw the massive Bronze Dragon Battle Spirit—clad in heavy bronze-scale armor, every muscle pulsing with explosive power, standing tall like a mountain—

she was left speechless.

The Bronze Dragon Battle Spirit stood ten meters tall, far exceeding the ancient White Dragon beside it. Its slightly spread wings brushed against the cramped ceiling, rumbling loudly.

Battle Spirits, unconstrained by weight or gravity, are usually much larger than their real-life dragon counterparts.

The original Jade City Bronze Dragon probably stood around five meters.

The Bronze Dragon Battle Spirit turned its massive head toward Eve, opened its jaws, and let out a low roar. Heavy dragon aura radiated outward.

Eve actually shuddered, as if facing a real dragon.

Luo De snapped his fingers.

The Battle Spirit dissolved back into mist, rapidly gathering like a vacuum cleaner.

Then it manifested two more forms: the Fungal Warrior Gorgon and the Astral Ambusher.

Eve was even more stunned.

"Three?! Do you have that much spiritual energy and soul power?!"

Naga sometimes build Battle Spirits not based on their own form, but due to insufficient soul power and spiritual capacity, they can't construct large ones—let alone two or more.

It's simply too taxing for them with no benefit.

"Can't Senior Sister Eve do it?"

Luo De wore an innocent expression that made Eve's teeth itch.

He smiled and added:

"This is my path to seventh-rank advancement: a Battle Spirit spiritual warrior. Each new Battle Spirit I build grants unique bonuses and spiritual arts from the continent's spiritual essence. Senior Sister Eve, your methods are already outdated."

Hearing this, Eve first grew angry, ready to retort—then quickly calmed, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

In her mind, she pictured herself with a colossal dragon Battle Spirit behind her, scaring off all intruders, then dominating the Mirror Desert.

Her beautiful eyes gleamed. She glided to Luo De's front, pressing her supple body against him.

Her arms wrapped around his bear-like waist, her chin rubbing against his collarbone.

When she looked up again, her gaze was sultry.

"Master~~ I have a Battle Spirit too. Can I follow this path too~~"

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Here she came again.

"Of course—but your spiritual capacity is smaller than mine. Building one might be difficult."

"Master must have a way. Help me, please~~"

Luo De raised an eyebrow.

His hand slid to her lower back, then slowly downward along her serpent body.

"That depends on your skill. If you can please me, I might help you build a Battle Spirit of this White Dragon."

Luo De himself uses 【Spirit Devouring Forging】.

When helping Eve, he'll use the basic 【Form Forging】—no conflict.

The moment he finished speaking,

Eve kissed him, her powerful serpent body writhing freely.

After a long while, she pulled back, breathing lightly:

"I can only stay two hours. Later I must return to check on Mother's condition. After that, I can have the Naga delay things here for about five days—do whatever you want during those five days, Master?"

Luo De didn't answer. He buried his face back into her.

Sorry.

You won't be going back tonight. After I finish you, I still have a second round with Lilian.

Eve gasped.

She kissed him back fiercely.

Their movements grew bolder; they embraced tightly.

Tally chuckled and walked over, joining in.

Rubbing here, peeking there—her goal: sneaking snacks.

Then she helped push a little, pinched a bit, and so on.

As for Wen Na,

her face flushed red. She tactfully turned and walked out, then covered her ears.

Not long after,

the sounds grew louder—whispers of endearments seeped into her ears.

One hour later,

the Naga named Eve could no longer speak a full sentence, only mumbling incoherent, dazed nonsense.

Moans and sighs came one after another.

This scene,

reverberated between the tomb of the human swordsman and the frozen White Dragon.

The silence of death and the music of life echoed back and forth.

Wen Na felt a dull ache in her chest, a sense of discomfort.

She was just about to recite the knightly adventure tales she'd heard as a child, to drown out the feeling and the sounds—

"Crack—"

Suddenly, the great sword that had slain the dragon emitted a sharp crack.

(End of Chapter)