"The old man of the Source once mentioned to me—Kun, ah no, Leviathan—is an immensely powerful creature roaming the Star Island Sea. A fully grown Leviathan can devour continents and chew through stars. This one must still be a juvenile."

Lin Luo hovered midair, scanning the surroundings. "I arrived just in time. Everyone seems unharmed. Wow~ that purple-haired girl’s skirt just flew up! Purple… Her name’s Han Lianfei, right?"

A mischievous idea struck Lin Luo—to summon another gust using the Leviathan as cover—but his attention snapped to distant skies.

"Hm?"

At the campsite, Lin Yuxun’s snug short skirt stayed firmly in place. Not that she cared right now.

Hands clasped over her chest in her favorite Holy Maiden pose, she gazed up worshipfully at the cloaked figure above.

*Is that… a god? Not the muscular, towering, white-bearded thunder-wielder I imagined… but look at that silhouette! A nightmare beast the size of an island—sent flying with a single blow. If that’s not divine, what is?*

*Did my prayer… actually work?*

*O God! I am Lin Yuxun, an unfortunate girl from another world. Grant me your power!* She seized the moment to plead further.

*"Maiden, do you crave strength? Then show me your panties!"*

"Eh!?" Lin Yuxun shuddered. *Was that… the god? He heard me? But… what did he just say?! Are gods from other worlds really all perverts like in those games?*

*Must a Holy Maiden… sacrifice herself for this?* Under the crushing weight of impending doom, she actually hesitated—should she lift her skirt for the god? Her face burned crimson…

"That man… he defeated the Kun!" Nearby, Zhang Dajian whooped like a tribal witnessing an alien, worshipping the cloaked figure like a mob boss.

*No… no way!* Lin Yuxun’s fair legs rubbed together anxiously. *Alone with the god? Fine. But with classmates watching? If I lift my skirt now, my reputation’s ruined!*

"Yuxun…" Lin Luo teased his crush without worry—he knew she’d never comply. Yet his heart lurched when her hands actually dropped. *Seriously? Don’t shatter my image of you…*

"…"

*"Are you lifting it or not?!"*

*"Uh-oh…"*

His gaze snapped upward. The black-armored young lady’s dragon was faltering midair.

*Stay to watch Yuxun’s skirt… or save the falling Senior Sister?*

*Saving lives comes first!*

For a fleeting second, Lin Yuxun felt the cloaked figure’s shadowed eyes lock onto hers.

A shiver ran through her. *The god looked at me? Why… does this feel like a heartbeat across time?* She squeezed her thighs tight, a strange warmth flooding her—

*Whoosh!* The cloaked figure vanished.

Too fast!

He reappeared miles away where Baiye Xueyin and her dragon tumbled through the sky.

Who said dragons betrayed their riders?

This male dragon had shielded Xueyin with its wings during the Leviathan’s wing strike, taking the full blow. After all—being ridden daily by this breathtaking Sword Lady was its greatest joy…

Xueyin had briefly regained control, spotting the Leviathan turning to devour the camp.

Ignoring her wounds, she’d charged back. *Her juniors were down there!*

But she was too late.

Xueyin witnessed everything.

As a Silvermoon Realm cultivator, she alone saw the cloaked figure’s movement.

He appeared beside the Leviathan’s belly. One kick!

That slender, unassuming leg sent the colossal beast flying like a shooting star.

*What impossible strength!*

Then the dragon gave out. Xueyin tried channeling Spirit Energy to stabilize it—but her own injuries flared. Her energy spiraled out of control.

The dragon slammed into a cliff, hurling Xueyin off. Girl and beast plummeted.

*"No… I’m Silvermoon Realm! I’ll survive the fall if I can just—"*

Wind whipped her hair wildly. Paralyzed. Energy chaotic. Ground rushing up.

*"I am Baiye Xueyin! I can’t die here—I have duties! Mother—"*

Rocks loomed closer. A fierce, unyielding despair surged in her chest.

*"N—!"*

*"Huff."*

A dark figure appeared beside her. Slender hands—seemingly too delicate to hold much—scooped her up effortlessly. They spiraled downward, cushioning the fall with dizzying grace.

*"Mmm…"* A soft, feminine moan escaped Xueyin’s lips amid the whirl.