Seventh-Grade Alchemist? Spanking as Interest, Medusa Is Coming!

Lu Heng saw every change in Yue Mei's expression.

The guard Yue Mei had secretly sent away returned, leaned close to whisper a few words in her ear, and Yue Mei's snake tail immediately tensed. The complicated look on her face turned grave.

Lu Heng did not rush to speak.

He leaned against the stone rack, idly rubbing the surface of that piece of Thick Soil Dragon Scale Earth with his fingers as he waited for Yue Mei to process the news.

Yue Mei turned to look at Lu Heng. She wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

Her mind was a complete mess.

The Queen's order had been clear: keep this man here, no matter what.

Keep a suspected Seventh-Grade Alchemist.

After spending so many years among the Snake-People Tribe, Yue Mei naturally understood the weight behind those words.

The Snake-People Tribe had occupied the desert for thousands of years, and their greatest weakness was alchemy.

There was not a single competent alchemist in the tribe. When tribespeople were injured, they could only rely on their own recovery. High-ranking snake-people could only desperately grind away at their cultivation to break through, with pitifully low chances of success.

If they could truly win over a Seventh-Grade Alchemist...

The benefits would be immeasurable.

The problem was, how could she keep him?

She could not beat him either.

"Did Queen Medusa receive word already and tell you to stop me?"

Lu Heng's voice rang through the treasury, his tone teasing.

Yue Mei's whole body stiffened.

"Y-You... how did you know?"

Lu Heng gave a soft snort.

"Isn't it obvious? When that guard of yours secretly slipped away, my soul power had already swept over her. Who she sent word to, what she said when she returned—it was all written plainly on