[Spring Spirit, a lifeform born from spring water. The higher the spring’s level, the higher the spirit’s starting level. Spring Spirits have high intelligence, most possessing an adult human’s wisdom right after birth.]
The basic info ended there. Filo peered at the virtual interface’s last line, spotting a tiny hidden row.
[LV10 Detect Skill Exclusive: Additional Info]
Filo tapped it without hesitation. The extra info, absent from the basic data, popped up, overwriting the previous screen.
[Level 7 Spring Spirit, LV100, formed one hour ago, genderless]
Just one hour old? Wait, wasn’t that when Bingpo and Chiyan were soaking in the spring? Looks like there’s a misunderstanding—a big one…
Before Filo could clear things up, Bingpo and Chiyan suddenly bolted from the villa, breaking the sound barrier as they rushed toward her.
“Master? Something happen?!”
“I sensed Master’s power just now. Might be a bad time to say, but dang, Master’s the real deal—felt that burst of power from way back in the villa.”
The two dragons landed with a clang beside the spring. Filo, caught off guard, snapped and dove fully into the water.
Filo was still **-naked!
Back in the day, she could’ve strutted shirtless down the street without batting an eye, but now…
Red threads slowly extended from the water, slithering to wrap around the clothes by the spring’s edge.
With sonic-speed skills, Filo whooshed out of the spring, dripping wet. No choice—she slipped the clothes on fast.
Sticky and gross, the non-waterproof outfit clung, faintly see-through in spots.
But this body had no chest, so the see-through bit didn’t matter much. At least she was clothed, and mentally, Filo felt way better.
Blushing, Filo coughed heavily, looking up at Bingpo and Chiyan. Bingpo, hands over her cheeks, was panting excitedly.
“Fanservice, fanservice, fanservice! I saw Master’s perfect body, even if just for a second…” Bingpo gasped rapidly. Chiyan, eyeing this Bingpo, was speechless. Who knew Bingpo had this side? Maybe keep some distance from her…
As Chiyan thought this, Bingpo, like she read her mind, slurped her drool back, wiped her mouth with one arm, and turned to Chiyan.
“Don’t worry, I’m not into you at all. You doofus have zero appeal to me,” Bingpo said, dead serious.
“What?! Thanks for not being into me, but now I really wanna deck you!” Chiyan raised her tiny fists, hammering at Bingpo’s chest. Bingpo pressed one hand on Chiyan’s head, making her fists swing at air.
“Ugh, I’m gonna pummel you!”
“Think you’re still one level above me? Same level now, I ain’t scared!”
What are they even doing…
Filo was dumbfounded. Suddenly, a blue-haired beauty banged out of the spring water.
She whooshed to Filo’s front, arms spread, trembling as she faced Bingpo and Chiyan.
“Run! I’ll hold off these two dangerous creeps! I’m a Spring Spirit—I can’t die, so… run!” The Spring Spirit shouted, eyes squeezed shut in fear.
Her words halted the dragons’ chaos. Both… both dragons turned, staring blankly at the Spring Spirit, brains racing to process her words.
Dangerous creeps?
She’s talking about us?!
Filo slapped her face with one hand. Yup, a misunderstanding—a massive one…
Ten minutes later.
The Spring Spirit knelt on the ground, hands on knees, head bowed, looking utterly dejected.
“S-Sorry, I got it wrong…” Her lips quivered, bean-sized tears dripping from her eyes, on the verge of bawling.
“Geez, do we look like bad guys? If you weren’t so young, this doofus next to me might’ve clocked you already.”
“Yeah, yeah, we look like—wait, who’s the doofus?! I ain’t no doofus!”
Chiyan gritted her teeth, glaring at Bingpo. Bingpo raised a fist to swing, and Chiyan threw up her arms to block. But Bingpo switched mid-move, kicking Chiyan flat.
“Hahaha, forget this doofus. Spring Spirit, huh? First time seeing one. Wonder if our clan’s Holy Spring has one,” Bingpo said, eyeing the Spirit curiously.
Though genderless, the Spirit’s human form was a stunning girl, her beauty top-tier.
“S-Surely it does. Any Holy Spring above Level 3 spawns a Spring Spirit,” the Spirit stammered.
“Oh ho, a one-hour-old kid, and you’re pretty sharp~”
Bingpo couldn’t resist patting the Spirit’s head. The Spirit snapped into water bubbles, zipping behind Filo.
“I’m only an hour old, but as a Holy Spring, I’ve lived over a thousand years! D-Don’t underestimate me!” The Spirit, hiding behind Filo, mustered courage to shout.
Bingpo didn’t care. A thousand years? Peanuts to a dragon.
“Don’t let my looks fool you—I’m 2,630 years old. Even counting your spring time, which barely counts, you’re not half my age. Among us, you’re the youngest~”
Bingpo, hands on hips, grinned at the Spirit behind Filo. The Spirit pursed her lips to retort, but Bingpo’s glare made her shrink back.
“Waaah, Big Sis Filo, your apprentices are bullying me!”
“Heh, I’m just spitting facts. How’s that bullying? Blame yourself for being so young, right, Master~”
Filo’s lips twitched awkwardly. Caught between them, she couldn’t respond to Bingpo.
Because, by any calculation, she was barely twenty. Compared to their thousand- or two-thousand-year lifespans, she was practically a… little brother.
Tftc!