TRWSB – Chapter 167 The Serpent’s Fury and the Triple-Headed Legacy

Qi Shaorong and his companions rode atop an ancient giant scorpion. After traveling for most of the day, they once again sensed the aura of a fierce battle.

“A serpent woman from the Sea Serpent Tribe!” Seiler exclaimed in alarm.

Qi Shaorong saw a snake-woman — half human, half serpent — locked in combat with a sea beast covered in spikes.

Her fighting style was wild and overwhelming.

“Is she one of the sea folk who came in with us? Should we go say hello?” Qi Shaorong blinked and muttered.

“Better steer clear — that woman’s extremely temperamental and violent,” Seiler replied, visibly shaken.

Qi Shaorong looked at Seiler, puzzled. “You seem really afraid of her.”

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Seiler’s face. He adjusted his expression and said with resignation, “Yes, I’m afraid of her. She’s a walking disaster. There are very few sea folk who aren’t afraid of her.”

Qi Shaorong asked curiously, “Has she done anything that terrifying?”

Seiler furrowed his brow. “Meili, the Sea Serpent, was once engaged to a young man from her tribe. But before the wedding, she caught him fooling around with a maid and… she castrated him.”

In truth, such behavior was common in the Sea Serpent Tribe — serpents are naturally lustful. Fooling around before marriage wasn’t unusual. That man simply overestimated Meili’s tolerance and paid the price.

“Oh… that’s not too bad,” Qi Shaorong said.

Seiler gave him a side glance. “Not too bad? He was castrated — how is that not too bad?”

Qi Shaorong chuckled awkwardly. “But he did cheat first, didn’t he?”

“Well, it would’ve been an isolated case — but she went on to castrate four more fiancés. After that, no one dared go near her.”

“And the other four? Also because of cheating?”

“No. One was flirting with another woman, and one… apparently just wasn’t any good in bed. She wasn’t satisfied.”

Qi Shaorong: “…” Not good in bed? Seriously?

Qi Shaorong thought to himself: Even if Meili has a violent temper, the men of the Sea Serpent Tribe sure are reckless — you’d think they’d learn after the first incident. But no, one after another they lined up to suffer.

“The elders of the tribe had once hoped Meili would bear a few talented offspring. Eventually, they gave up,” Seiler said with a sigh.

Zhuang Hao leaned over to Qi Shaorong. “Don’t worry, Shaorong, I’d never cheat on you!”

Qi Shaorong rolled his eyes. “You fool, you probably wouldn’t even be good in bed.”

“I’ll train hard! I promise I’ll satisfy you!”

Qi Shaorong: “…”

Having finished her opponent, Meili whipped her tail and suddenly appeared in front of Qi Shaorong’s group.

She shot a glare at Seiler and said, “Little spider, what nonsense were you just spreading about me?”

Seiler stiffened. “Nothing! I swear!”

Meili looked at Qi Shaorong with a mocking smile. “Surprised to see you alive without Yoda’s protection, Lord Qi.”

Qi Shaorong smiled. “I’m just lucky.”

Meili glanced at Zhuang Hao. “Maybe it’s more than luck.”

Then, Meili suddenly closed the distance between her and Qi Shaorong — less than a centimeter apart. Qi Shaorong instinctively tensed.

“Lord Qi, your predecessors all died young. Be sure to take care of yourself.”

Qi Shaorong forced a smile. “Of course. I’ll be careful.”

She turned to Seiler. “Didn’t expect you to be with the lord.”

Seiler laughed awkwardly. “Yes, well…”

“You look so weak. Pathetic.” Meili snorted with disdain.

Seiler flushed. “Please don’t mock me.”

With a contemptuous hum, Meili flicked her tail and vanished.

As she left, Seiler let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Qi Shaorong watched him with interest. Seiler, flustered, snapped, “What are you looking at? Told you we should’ve gone the other way. Now you’ve all seen that she-devil.”

Qi Shaorong: “…”

Zhuang Hao, meanwhile, watched Meili’s departing silhouette, deep in thought.

Qi Shaorong noticed and asked, “What’s with you? Don’t tell me you’re into her?” It wasn’t jealousy — just pure curiosity. Even with Zhuang Hao’s strange tastes, Meili seemed way too extreme.

“She seems to have sensed the barrier,” Zhuang Hao replied.

Seiler added, “Meili is second only to Yoda in strength among those who entered the Fallen God’s Domain. Her temper is awful, but she’s undeniably powerful.”

Qi Shaorong took a deep breath. “Enough talk — let’s move.”

Qi Shaorong and Zhuang Hao rode for another two days until their giant scorpion suddenly refused to go any further.

“What’s going on?” Qi Shaorong asked.

“A pressure,” Seiler replied. “There’s a unique oppressive force here. Ordinary sea beasts can’t approach it.”

Qi Shaorong nodded. “Makes sense.”

He stepped off the scorpion. Zhuang Hao looked at the beast and sighed. The scorpion glanced back at him and then fled.

“What happened?” Qi Shaorong asked.

“It’s terrified. I let it go,” Zhuang Hao said.

Qi Shaorong nodded in understanding.

Zhuang Hao stood beside him. “Shall we go in?”

“We’ve come this far. Of course we’re going.”

“Seiler, are you coming?”

Seiler shook his head. “No.” Though curious, he knew Qi Shaorong and Zhuang Hao didn’t want him tagging along.

Qi Shaorong walked for two hours before his steps became heavier. He began falling behind.

“Can’t keep up?” Zhuang Hao turned back. “Want me to carry you?”

“No,” Qi Shaorong said, frowning.

It was just the two of them. If danger struck while Zhuang Hao was carrying him, they’d both die.

Zhuang Hao reached out and grabbed Qi Shaorong’s hand. His mark grew hot — and the pressure lightened.

“You don’t feel the pressure?” Qi Shaorong asked.

“Not really,” Zhuang Hao said calmly.

Qi Shaorong thought to himself: This guy really is made of iron. That pressure doesn’t affect him at all.

They arrived at a strange place.

“A three-headed dragon,” Qi Shaorong muttered, eyes wide.

A massive dragon skeleton lay before them. Qi Shaorong frowned. Yoda wasn’t lying, but he made a mistake — this isn’t a two-headed dragon. It has three.

“Don’t get too close,” Zhuang Hao warned.

“Why?” Qi Shaorong asked.

“One head governs light, one darkness, and one poison. No one comes here because the toxic head left behind a deadly field.”

Qi Shaorong narrowed his eyes. “I feel like… it’s calling me.”

“Then try connecting with it.”

Qi Shaorong nodded.

He closed his eyes. Black and white light surged from him. The dragon’s remains began to glow and tremble violently — as if they were coming back to life.

Two crystals — one white, one black — flew from its skull and landed in his hands.

As they left the body, the once-majestic skeleton crumbled into dust.

“How do you feel?” Zhuang Hao asked.

Qi Shaorong, eyes still closed, said after a long pause, “I’m fine.”

“The third crystal was spent creating the poisonous barrier. Now its power is gone — and so is the crystal.”

Zhuang Hao looked at the two remaining crystals in Qi Shaorong’s hands. “We didn’t come here in vain.”

“These crystals… I feel like I can comprehend the dragon’s cultivation techniques from them.”

“That’s not surprising,” Zhuang Hao said. “It’s said that the crystals left behind by Saint-level cultivators contain their legacy. If a person resonates with one, they can inherit the saint’s knowledge.”

“So if you find a matching crystal, you can become a Saint?”

“Not necessarily — but it certainly makes it easier. Saints are rare, and Saint Crystals even more so.”

“I thought as much,” Qi Shaorong smiled.

He held the light crystal in one hand and the dark crystal in the other, feeling their energies surge through him. His eyes sparkled.

“Let’s go,” Zhuang Hao said.

“Alright,” Qi Shaorong replied.