If You're Only Seventh-Rank, What Use Are You to Me?

Medusa quickly weighed her options.

If she could form a long-term partnership with this young man, the Snake-People Tribe's circumstances would undergo a fundamental change.

Herbs, pills, healing, detoxification—the resources a Seventh-Grade Alchemist could provide were enough to completely transform a race.

And he also had the Imperial Creation Pill.

A pill capable of allowing a Nine-Star Dou Emperor to directly break through to Dou Zong.

Medusa's breathing grew more rapid.

She had been stuck at the Peak Dou Emperor stage for far too long.

If she could break through simply by taking a pill, without risking her life to devour a Heavenly Flame...

Once that thought surfaced, she could no longer suppress it.

"Lu Heng."

Medusa spoke, her voice considerably gentler than before.

"How do you intend to trade this Imperial Creation Pill?"

Yue Mei and Hua She'er both pricked up their ears.

Lu Heng glanced at Medusa.

Her breathing had quickened, and the tip of her snake tail lightly tapped the ground unconsciously.

Every one of those details told Lu Heng one thing: Medusa was tempted.

Not by him.

She was tempted by the possibility of breaking through without devouring a Heavenly Flame.

Lu Heng's heart tightened. He understood that mindset too well. Anyone struggling on the brink of life and death would be unable to resist taking a safe road if one suddenly appeared before them.

It was only human nature. Nothing could be held against it.

But he could not let Medusa take that road.

The reason was simple.

If Medusa did not devour the Green Lotus Core Flame and use the power of a Heavenly Flame to awaken the ancient genes in her bloodline, she would never evolve into a Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python.

Without evolving, she would forever remain merely the queen of the