Eishath was laughing ridiculously.

Why?

She had never been so full of essence at any point in her life.

One must understand, her kind could barely generate any essence on their own. They were tailor-made to consume essence not generate it. It meant she had titanic essence stores but her core could not create much of the stuff.

It got even worse. Unlike humans who could exist even with next to no essence, she needed a large amount of it to maintain her existence. At least when she was home merely existing did not consume essence, but here she had to expend essence just to breathe.

At first, when she had come here, like any other of her kind, she was lured by just how much essence humans could produce by merely existing. Her previous master was good, despite his megalomaniac tendencies were relatively kind to her and she was never left starving, something common for the vast majority of her kind at home.

But even then, she was given the equivalent of scraps which was the norm in her history of masters, which meant she could easily maintain herself, she did not have all that much to use in anything else.

She could not help but smile at her luck, which made the disciple she was fighting incredibly worried. And why wouldn't he be? Throughout this entire fight, he never had the upper hand, and this was still achievable when she was borderline emaciated.

Every move made was calculated and dodged, if not possible then blocked. Be it martial or mystical none of his moves could even leave a scratch.

Her smile became positively malicious when the male disciple decided to end it right then and there. Eishath was very good at feeling essence and she could feel the essence in his body coalesce, which meant a powerful attack was incoming.

"[Wave Ripper]!"

Four powerful walls of water erupted incaging her. Then in less than a blink, those bodies of water turned into razor-sharp blades and collided.

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In the past, this would have been a genuine threat to the demon. But after yesterday, she had enough essence to spare to do a lot. She had enough essence to activate the most powerful technique she had and outright devour the blades of water. But she had a better option in mind.

After all, the point of this entire exchange was to show off and what was the strongest powerplay?

To do absolutely nothing. She stood there as the sea of essence inside her body completely nullified the damage dealt to the attack.

She stood there grinning and slightly wet as the worst that happened to her was that her unpowered clothing was currently shredded.

"Nice technique. Throw another one. This disciple likes getting wet." She said cockily. The crowd exploded into excitement with not a small number of horny shouts mixed. She loved the attention, especially since all they saw was an above-average-looking perfectly human woman standing on the stage. Throw in a bit of risque clothing and she had everyone's attention.

A couple of days ago, she could even imagine spending so much essence to just toughening up her body. Even now she was a bit hesitant, but when the results were so delicious it was hard to resist.

Roark, a fellow disciple of the den of cauldrons who still did his bond popped, hung his head in defeat.

"This disciple admits defeat. He did not realize that fellow elder disciple has gotten so strong." Along with it, he did the customary bow signaling the end of this match.

Always one to tease and shock mortals she answered.

"Your fellow disciple no longer has the title of elder for she has changed masters. She is now the disciple of the new esteemed master Samuel."

Ah. That look of shock was one of her favorite pass times. She turned and sashayed her hips off the stage. She wondered the myriad of things going through Roark's head, unable to comprehend how Samuel could be better than master Belial. Well, her current master was a fountain of life, one that needed a bit of a push to reach his next stage.

With that would come a new level of pleasure Eishath had never experienced. Her loins already started getting wet thinking of it, he was already above and beyond anything she ever consumed, and if she had her way she would become a permanent ornament for his dick.

But this was reality and she could not have everything she wanted... yet.

For now, she just needed to sow the seeds to enflame his name. She needed a way to create bags of essence like Elizabeth, ones she could snack on if her master was unavailable. While nowhere near as good as the original, it was a good substitute. There was also the fact that he needed more disciples for his own.

She thanked the infernal emperors that Belial was a novice summoner and did not sign enough binding contracts to hold her in place. She had spread her wings and thanks to the idiot she could soar.