Chapter 445: Draw the Sword

Wen Na was stunned.

She turned her head and indeed saw that the angle of the Dragon-Slaying Sword embedded in the ground had shifted noticeably.

So much so that the sword's trench had been dragged open into a five-finger-wide gap.

"Did the Dragon-Slaying Sword move?"

She couldn't believe it—this sword, which even several ninth-rank cultivators a century ago had been unable to budge, had now shifted on its own without anyone approaching it?!

Was it the sword's sentient spirit?

But why?

In her peripheral vision, Wen Na saw the three figures.

At this moment, the naga named Eve lay sprawled on the ground, her tongue limp and dangling beside her cheek, expression unreadable.

Her serpent tail and four arms were tightly bound around and clutching the man.

The man's back muscles, like a demonic mask, were fierce and powerful, yet not a single inch deformed beneath the gentle grip of the naga's four slender hands.

He was half-squatting, supporting the naga's lower back.

You could say he was thoroughly into it.

Wen Na's face flushed crimson again.

Could it be them?

She didn't dare delay; covering half her eyes, she called out in a trembling voice: "Luo Luode, sir."

No one answered.

Wen Na took a deep breath: "Luo De, sir!"

The commotion finally stopped.

"What's wrong?" the man asked.

"Does the young lady want to join too?" the damned succubus chuckled.

"Don't—don't mind her, Master~~" the aroused naga dragged out a sultry, pleading tone, her voice no longer forceful, now soft and slick with desire.

Wen Na suppressed the urge to curse, covered her eyes, and pointed at the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

"It's the Dragon-Slaying Sword! It moved!"

"Huh? Really?"

"Absolutely! The trench has shifted!"

Luo De's interest instantly sparked.

He pushed away Tally beneath him.

He picked up Eve and walked over to inspect.

"Ahhh!!!" Wen Na shrieked in panic.

"What?"

"Can't you stop first before coming over?!"

"I stopped. I can't control her."

Luo De ignored the human girl, used his forehead to nudge away Eve's kiss, leaned on her shoulder, and peered over.

Indeed.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword had truly shifted!

He asked: "What did you do?"

Wen Na, eyes covered, shook her head; her ears, peeking through her hair, glowed crimson and delicate.

"I just crouched beside it, did nothing—then suddenly, a crack—"

"Mmm, why didn't you go farther away? Are you enjoying eavesdropping on us?" Luo De's gaze was strange.

I'd enjoy your mother.

She didn't dare say it, whispering weakly: "I was scared. I didn't dare get too far from you."

"You could've had Tally drag you into the shadows… never mind, life's hard enough—no judgment on personal hobbies. I know an eighth-rank mage who loves eavesdropping too."

Wen Na wanted to snarl and grip her fire sword, slicing the dog-man before her into pieces.

But she quickly composed herself and said: "I feel the Dragon-Slaying Sword was drawn in by your… that behavior."

On the side, Tally, hearing this, also found it intriguing.

She manipulated her shadow to seep into the human burial mound and gasped: "The bones inside are those of a human woman."

Luo De pushed away Eve's kiss again and laughed: "You can examine corpses now?"

"Hmph~ What's so hard? I know she was around thirty-six, never given birth… hmm, she was even a virgin!"

"?"

He was genuinely startled.

Tally, being a succubus, could tell at a glance whether a girl had been touched by a man—he wasn't surprised.

But these bones were hundreds of years old—what are you making up?

Tally saw her master's expression and knew he didn't believe her.

She rolled her eyes and added: "Succubi perceive essence far better than you imagine! Women who've been touched by essence leave clear traces… some pitiful succubi who can't get men will fight ghouls for corpses, boiling them in pots to absorb the faint essence that rises."

"Uh…"

I don't understand, but I'm deeply shaken.

"Hey Master, could it be that the sword's spirit, being a virgin, has some attachment—and seeing us enjoy ourselves, it reacted?"

"Hard to say, but it's possible… Eve, go grab the hilt."

At this moment, Eve was obedient enough.

Her snow-white slender hands gripped the hilt.

Luo De shifted his posture, resting the serpent tail on his shoulder, his thick right hand supporting Eve's firm abdomen, while his other hand clasped the slender fingers on the hilt.

Fortunately, the naga's body was flexible enough.

As he pressed forward, Eve nearly folded backward—but not a single muscle tensed or stiffened.

Tally's eyes lit up: "New position!"

Wen Na couldn't bear to look; she turned away again and covered her ears.

After a while.

Tally cried out in frustration, lunging to rush over, but he held her back.

Eve grumbled discontentedly, turned back, coiled her tail tightly around his waist, and clung to his neck and shoulders, kissing him while savoring the lingering afterglow.

It was just like a python's death grip.

Hummm!

Over here, the Dragon-Slaying Sword trembled noticeably.

Luo De was overjoyed.

He yanked with all his strength.

Creak—crack—

The great sword was indeed pulled out slightly!

But only slightly—the great sword remained lodged in the mountain.

Wen Na, hearing the noise, opened her eyes and stared, dumbfounded.

"It moved a little? That Dragon-Slaying Sword, which even ninth-rank cultivators couldn't budge an inch, moved because of… this?!"

She recalled the knightly tales of slaying dragons she'd heard since childhood.

She felt her childhood illusions shattered into pieces.

"Do it a few more times, and we might pull it out completely."

Luo De nodded.

No time to waste—Lilian, his mother-in-law, hadn't returned to camp yet; there was enough time to go again with Eve!

"Eve, turn around… hmm?"

The land naga girl buried against him was limp, eyes closed, face still bearing expressions of satisfaction and exhaustion, her breathing slow and even.

"Overdid it, called it quits early? Tally, you're next."

"Yay!!"

Another unspeakable battle began.

In the end, the Dragon-Slaying Sword was pulled out a bit more.

When the time was nearly right.

Luo De crushed a magic ring labeled 【Li Oumeng's Secret Hut】, tucked the exhausted, sleeping Eve inside, and told Wen Na to look after her.

He then left the Bai Long tomb's seal and headed straight for the naga camp.

He arrived ahead of Lilian, feigning a pitiful, weak, handsome look—prompting her to feel heartbroken and tenderly care for him.

In the late night, the tent never stopped shaking.

Keep pretending. Keep fighting harder and harder!

(End of Chapter)