On the battlefield outside the City of Water, Jiu Youyue, who was hiding in a corner, suddenly felt a scorching heat in the valley of her breasts. Soon after, the Fire Refining Starry Sky emerged, glowing faintly, and shot straight toward the Red Sand Scorpion Lord.
Crimson lines appeared on the surface of the Fire Refining Starry Sky, outlining the figure of a woman. That woman reached out toward the Red Sand Scorpion Lord and beckoned gently.
The Red Sand Scorpion Lord sensed the fire seed within its beast core rapidly detaching itself. It let out a furious howl, but it could not stop the sub-fire from answering the summons of its parent fire seed.
A wisp of crimson flame flew out from beneath his abdomen and landed in the woman’s hand made of red lines, vanishing in an instant.
“No!!!”
The Red Sand Scorpion Lord charged toward her like a madman, desperate to reclaim the sub-fire of the Great Crimson Heaven Flame. The Myriad Snake Queen immediately flickered into motion to intercept him.
Without the Great Crimson Heaven Flame, the Red Sand Scorpion Lord was nothing more than an ordinary Mystic Ancestor specialized in defense. He stood no chance against a powerhouse like the Myriad Snake Queen, who possessed the bloodline of snakes—especially now that she had recovered her memories from her past life.
“Venerable Mystic Technique: Nine Snakes Heavenly Devour!”
Nine colorful snake shadows burst from behind the Myriad Snake Queen like a peacock fanning its tail. They opened their massive jaws in unison, forming a swirling vortex of mystic power that engulfed the Red Sand Scorpion Lord and shredded him into oblivion.
With the Red Sand Scorpion Lord dead, the Sand Scorpion Army collapsed into rout. The other scorpion lords and king scorpions either perished or fled.
And so, the battle was decided.
The City of Water’s foundations ran deep, while the Sand Scorpion Clan were mere upstarts. If they had wanted to seize territory, they should have developed quietly using the Great Crimson Heaven Flame.
But the Red Sand Scorpion Lord had been tempted by the Demon Domain. Coupled with a stroke of fortune that skyrocketed his power, his ambitions had swollen beyond control. In the end, he failed to fulfill his dreams, dying an ignoble death—and dragging his entire clan down with him.
In her past life, the City of Water had suffered devastating losses because they stubbornly fought head-on from the start. This time, however, the Myriad Snake Queen had withdrawn her forces early, limiting the damage to casualties from the ten-day defense of the city.
The heaviest losses came from two of the Eight Serpent Generals: one dead, one crippled.
The one who died had disobeyed the Myriad Snake Queen’s orders. Unable to resist the provocation of a single king scorpion, he had gone down for a one-on-one duel—only to be swarmed and killed just as victory seemed within reach.
He had perished due to his own straightforward nature.
As for the crippled general, he had taken a direct hit from the Red Sand Scorpion Lord to protect the Myriad Snake Queen’s avatar. Both his arms were ruined, causing his cultivation to drop two stars. Advancing further in this lifetime was now nothing but a pipe dream.
That serpent general chose to retire from the Eight Serpent Generals and become a military instructor, focusing on training new recruits.
The Myriad Snake Queen approved his request. Beyond the standard rewards for merit, she granted him ten times his usual salary.
Had he not protected her avatar, the Red Sand Scorpion Lord might have realized the Queen was absent from the city and launched an all-out assault. The consequences would have been unthinkable.
Three days passed, and the panic from the war gradually faded, replaced by the joy of victory. The City of Water returned to its peaceful prosperity.
In her bedchamber, the Myriad Snake Queen lounged naked in a bath filled with flower petals, meticulously cleansing every inch of her skin.
She wanted to greet her “first night” in the most beautiful and perfect state.
She had never dreamed she would get a chance to make up for that past regret, and her heart brimmed with anticipation.
After her bath, the Myriad Snake Queen selected a large red silk robe and slipped it on, tying the sash securely. Then she let down her thick, straight black hair.
She admired herself in the mirror and smiled faintly, quite pleased with her appearance.
Beneath the robe, she wore nothing. The parted front revealed the swells of her breasts and the deep valley between them. Below her slender waist—small enough to span with two hands—curved her full, rounded hips. The hem clung to them, tracing a tantalizing arc. As she walked, her snow-white legs flashed through the high slit, swaying hypnotically.
The Myriad Snake Queen padded barefoot across the red carpet back to her bedroom. Her gaze fell on the Crystal Pendant placed by the bedhead, and a strange mix of tension and shyness stirred within her.
She was about to become his wife once more.
Confirming that her Sea of Consciousness was fully sealed, the Myriad Snake Queen cleared her throat twice and said, “Master Chen Xi, I-I’m ready.”
The Crystal Pendant glowed softly, generating a distorting suction that pulled the Myriad Snake Queen inside. She materialized atop the altar.
After her vision steadied, the Myriad Snake Queen collected herself. She saw that a large bed had been prepared on the altar, draped with pink gossamer curtains that lent the space an air of intimate allure.
“Master Chen Xi.”
“Zhen’er is all yours.”
Chen Xi stood outside the bed, lifting the curtain aside to invite the Myriad Snake Queen in.
Blushing prettily, the Myriad Snake Queen nodded and climbed onto the bed.
Yan Zhen sat in meditation on the bed, but his condition was visibly poor.
His brows were furrowed tight, his expression one of barely contained torment. His skin flushed faintly red, his body heat so intense that even his breaths came out scorching. He was clearly on the verge of losing control.
“Husband…”
The Myriad Snake Queen called out softly.
Yan Zhen’s crimson eyes snapped open. His hands clamped roughly onto her shoulders and shoved her down onto the bed with a single exertion of force.
The Myriad Snake Queen offered no resistance. Instead, she cradled his face tenderly and leaned in to offer her lips, kissing him with gentle affection.
Yan Zhen responded on instinct, their tongues entwining. Unable to hold back any longer, he tore open the front of her robe, grasping one breast in each hand before lowering his mouth to bite.
The Myriad Snake Queen held his head, yielding obediently to his ferocity as fragmented moans escaped her lips.
Rip!
Yan Zhen shredded the bright red robe—like a wedding gown—in one violent tug. Her flawless nude form lay fully exposed before him, stoking his lust to a roaring inferno. He hooked his hands under her knees, poised to thrust inside.
But the Myriad Snake Queen twisted her waist, flipping him onto his back and straddling him atop his body. Seeing his impatient state, she chuckled lightly. “Don’t rush, husband. This time, let me serve you.”
She straightened up, her hips swaying back and forth, steadily eroding his sanity.
“She Ji…”
“Idiot, that’s wrong.”
“—Cai Lian!”
“Yes… call me again, call me more~”
Just as the Myriad Snake Queen prepared to take him fully, voices from outside—Jiu Youyue and Yun Xiu—rang out. The curtain parted, and the two women slipped inside.
Seeing She Ji astride Yan Zhen with her clothes in disarray, Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue both froze.
The Myriad Snake Queen froze as well.
Both women wore Yan Zhen’s black erotic battle cloaks, their purpose self-evident.
“You… how did you…”
They stood stunned, but Yan Zhen did not pause.
Impatient with She Ji’s teasing pace, he seized her waist and hips, yanking her down as he bucked upward, burying himself to the hilt.
“Oh!”
The sudden, deepest penetration arched her back like a swan pierced by an arrow. Her chin tilted skyward as an embarrassing cry tore from her lips, her eyes rolling back slightly.
Before she could recover, Yan Zhen launched into a furious onslaught, relentless as a storm.
The Myriad Snake Queen rocked like a small boat tossed amid raging waves.
“W-Wait, husband… Yan Zhen… stop a moment. They’re still… they’re watching… ah—”
Outside the bed, Chen Xi’s figure slowly faded, withdrawing for the time being.
