Medusa Queen: This Queen Only Eats, Never Works

By the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the wind abruptly fell still.

One moment, the two peerless immortal herbs had still been gleaming brilliantly, radiating extreme icy poison and blazing fire energy. The next, they had vanished completely.

More precisely, they had gone into the mouths of two snakes.

"Gulp."

The sound of swallowing was especially clear beside the deathly silent Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Dugu Bo looked as though he had turned to stone.

His already bulging green snake eyes were now wide as bells, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

It was not just him. She Xian's jaw had nearly dropped to the ground as well.

His mouth hung open in a huge O, and he looked completely disheveled in the wind.

Good heavens! What the hell are you two doing?!

He roared inwardly.

Those are immortal herbs with extreme attributes!

Even a Titled Douluo could be frozen into scraps or burned to ash by swallowing them directly, and you just crunched them down like that?

My life is tied to the two of you! What if my body can't take it?!

"Do not worry, Husband. I know what I am doing."

An exceptionally soft, syrupy voice rang in his mind.

It was like spring water brushing over him, carrying even a touch of sweet smugness.

Little White transmitted unhurriedly, "This Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass contains an incomparably pure source of extreme cold."

"What I sensed inside Husband's body earlier was precisely this."

"I have a way to separate and refine its ice source, then condense a second soul ring for Husband."

She Xian's head buzzed, and he nearly stumbled on the spot.

"Refine... refine it into a soul ring?!"

He had read hundreds of webnovels until they fell apart in his previous life, yet he had never seen an operation like this.

Forcefully calming his wildly pounding heart, She Xian took a deep breath and asked, "Then... how many years will this soul ring have?"

"About six thousand years."

"Hiss—!"

She Xian sucked in a sharp breath and nearly took off on the spot.

A six-thousand-year second soul ring!

Compared to Little White's gentle softness, Medusa Queen was terrifyingly cold.

"This fire-attributed spiritual treasure is of some use to this Queen."

Medusa Queen's voice carried an innate, extreme arrogance, cold enough to frost over.

"However, this Queen will not condense any soul ring for you. This spiritual treasure shall be consumed by this Queen herself."

She Xian understood instantly and nodded frantically. "Fine, fine, fine! Please enjoy it! As long as you are happy! Take it all!"

He was not stupid.

Medusa Queen was his second martial soul.

Even if she really condensed a thousand-year soul ring for him, he would think it beneath him!

She was the Queen of the Snake-People Tribe, someone born to wield fire.

An extreme-fire immortal herb like the Infernal Delicate Apricot was merely a tonic in her hands, though naturally it could not compare to an immortal herb.

If the martial soul improved, the host would naturally rise with it.

Not a single drop of the benefits went to outsiders. No matter how he looked at it, this was a massive profit!

"Stupid snake. You ate a blade of grass and still came running to claim credit."

Medusa Queen shot Little White a sidelong glance. The disdain in her gaze practically overflowed as she flicked her tail contemptuously.

Little White merely smiled faintly and answered softly, "Sister is right."

She was not offended in the slightest, meek as a little lamb.

Watching from his sea of consciousness, She Xian's mouth twitched.

Well, would you look at that. One is a domineering, aloof queen, while the other is a scheming little hypocrite playing sweet and obedient.

The two of you are putting on such a show that even my blood pressure, as the master of this household, is shooting through the roof!

The two snake shadows drew in slightly, transforming into streams of light that returned to She Xian's body. Each found a corner and began refining the immortal herbs.

She Xian stood where he was and scratched his head.

Wait.

His martial souls had eaten immortal herbs, but what about him?

After all that, was he—the actual owner, the mighty host—just standing off to the side, uselessly watching the entire time?

Was that reasonable?

That was not reasonable at all!

She Xian's eyes spun rapidly.

He suddenly recalled a detail from the books he had read in his previous life: Tang San seemed to have mentioned that a person could only consume one immortal herb in their lifetime.

But the problem was...

The ones who devoured those immortal herbs just now were my martial souls. What does that have to do with me, She?

By that logic, am I not still on an empty stomach?

She Xian's eyes lit up, and he immediately began searching all around the shore of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well like a thief.

And sure enough, he found a treasure!

Beside a crack in the rocks near a puddle lay a herb that looked as though it had been carved from emerald.

Several crystal-clear droplets clung to its leaves, giving off a faint, gentle glow.

Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew!

Now this is what they call finding something without even looking!

She Xian's eyes lit up at once.

In the original novel, Tang San had used this to enhance his Purple Demon Eyes and spiritual power.

In this world, spiritual treasures capable of improving spiritual power were extremely rare!

Without hesitation, She Xian reached out and plucked the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew.

Immediately afterward, the storage ring on his wrist flashed faintly, and a black herb radiating intense soul fluctuations dropped into his palm.

It was the third-rank spiritual treasure he had yet to consume—the Soul-Gathering Grass!

Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew increased spiritual power.

Soul-Gathering Grass nourished the soul.

She Xian promptly swallowed one after the other!

The two spiritual herbs entered his stomach and transformed into two immensely gentle yet boundless streams of warmth that surged straight into the depths of his mind.

She Xian immediately sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to breathe and circulate his energy.

The immense power slowly flowed through the meridians in his body and his sea of consciousness, as comforting as soaking in a hot spring. It felt so good that he nearly could not stop himself from moaning aloud.

Not far away.

Dugu Bo had gone completely numb.

He was a dignified Titled Douluo, poisoner of the world, yet he now stood there stupidly like a watchdog guarding the gate.

The surroundings were silent.

Qian Renxue, She Long, Ci Xue, and She Xian were all sitting cross-legged, absorbing the medicinal effects.

Only he looked foolish and utterly superfluous.

Were they really not worried that he might suddenly attack?

Were they not afraid he would seize the chance to flee, or strike them with something vicious?

The corner of Dugu Bo's eye twitched violently several times.

The thought of running grew wildly in his mind like weeds.

Should I... slip away now?

Dugu Bo gulped and cautiously took half a step back with his right foot.

However, the instant his toes lifted, a chill shot up from his spine to the top of his head!

The skin on the back of his neck felt as though it had been pressed against ten-thousand-year black ice, turning ice-cold in an instant!

Dugu Bo could vaguely sense that someone in the shadows had already locked onto him completely.

Who was it?!

He glanced around. None of Qian Renxue's group of four had moved.

Could it be some top expert from Spirit Hall hidden in the darkness behind them?

Fine beads of cold sweat formed on Dugu Bo's forehead.

He calmed down in an instant.

Run?

Where could he run to?

Setting aside whether the martial soul oath he had just sworn would condemn him to eternal damnation.

Given the resources Qian Renxue had displayed, if Spirit Hall wanted to hunt him down, all he could do was flee with his head in his hands.

Besides...

A deep pain and struggle flashed through Dugu Bo's eyes.

Yan Yan!

His granddaughter, Dugu Yan, could not follow him into a life of hiding and fleeing.

Moreover, Yan Yan was also suffering from the backlash of venom.

In all the world, aside from this strange little brat, who else could cure the snake poison of the Dugu Clan?

Because She Xian had displayed such understanding of the immortal herbs in the medicinal garden, Dugu Bo actually began to believe some of what She Xian had said.

If he fled, he might indeed save his own life.

But what would happen to Yan Yan?

Could he really watch his granddaughter follow in her father's footsteps at such a young age and be tortured to death by poison?

"Damn it..."

Dugu Bo let out a long sigh and slowly withdrew the foot he had stepped out with.

The Poison Douluo, who had once shaken the continent, wore an expression of utmost complexity as he smiled bitterly again and again.

Well then. This dignified Titled Douluo had truly been reduced to a watchdog today.