# Chapter 544: The Dragon's Saliva and a Desperate Bargain
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today, I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 544 of *The Untouchable Ex Wife*. This chapter is a whirlwind of raw emotion, stubborn courage, and a deadly clash between one man's desperate love and an ancient tribe's unyielding laws. Stefan, our wounded hero, has just stepped into the heart of danger, and the tension in the air is sharper than a blade. Let me take you straight into the blazing torchlight of Dragos Village.
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The moment Stefan realized the words that slipped from Neil's mouth—*dragon's saliva*—his eyes lit up like a man who had just seen a glimmer of hope shoved through the crack of a closing door. He took a step forward, his voice suddenly full of hunger and urgency. "Can you take me there to get some?" He practically trembled with desperate sincerity. "My wife has been poisoned, and I need it to save her. If you can take me there to get some, I'll satisfy any request you and the villagers have."
Those words hung in the smoky air, heavy with promise. But before the echo died down, Easton's face darkened like a storm rolling over the mountains. The village head’s posture was hard as stone, and his voice was pure ice. "We're doing fine as we are. We don't need an outsider like you trying to poke your nose into things." He glared at Stefan with fierce contempt. "The dragon's saliva is a treasure belonging to my tribe, so how can we just give some of it to an outsider? If you keep this up, you'll be punished by our tribe's laws. For your information, my tribe doesn't belong to any administrative region, so we don't have to take responsibility if we want to hack you into pieces."
This was no idle threat. Dragos was a small society with roots sunk deep in a long and brutal history. They ruled themselves by their own ancient code, untouched by the outside world. It was like stumbling into a forbidden realm—somehow similar to the cannibal tribes of Zambawi, whose rites were as dark as the jungle they hid in. Stefan had stepped into this village of his own choice, unwelcome, uninvited. In the eyes of these people, he was nothing but prey who had walked into the wolf's den. And in that place, mercy was not a virtue.
Stefan's jaw tightened, but he did not retreat. His head bowed forward, and once again, he pleaded with all the raw energy of a man running out of time. "I know that my request is very rude to you all, but I really need this. Please grant my wish!"
Easton's patience snapped like a dry twig. "Hey, do you understand what I'm saying? I'm telling you that the thing you want is the treasure of my tribe. We can't just hand over something like that to an outsider. Are you here to ruin my tribe?" His voice rose with fury, and as if his anger were a starter’s gun, the villagers exploded. Their faces contorted with rage, torches raised high, the flames reflecting in their wild eyes. They surged forward, shouting in their ethnic tongue. "Bad! Bad! Bad! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
It was a war cry that vibrated through every chest. The primal rage of the tribe pressed in like a closing fist. Stefan stood frozen in the middle of the chaos—brave, desperate, but terribly exposed.
And then there was Neil. His heart was slamming against his ribs as he jumped in between the villagers and Stefan, arms raised, pushing them back with a forced humility. He tried to present the most coaxing smile he could manage. "Don't be mad, everyone. Please calm down. My friend doesn't know about our tribe laws, and just wants to save his wife. I'll take him away now." He tried to buffer the tension with diplomacy, but also shot a pointed glare at Stefan. Through clenched teeth, he reminded him, "See? I told you—Dragos prohibits outsiders from coming in. Let's go."
But Stefan not only refused to move, he planted his feet deeper into the dirt. His voice cut through the noise, quiet but immovable. "No, I don't want to! I won't leave this village until I get the dragon's saliva."
A groan escaped Neil’s throat, and he clutched his head as if the weight of his own regret was physically crushing him. He must have been replaying every decision that had led him to this moment—cursing the money, cursing the job, and certainly cursing the fact that this young, handsome, pampered-looking man had the stubborn heart of a wild bull. Appearances are the cruelest liars. Neil never imagined that behind Stefan's soft exterior lay such iron-hard persistence. The villagers were hungry for blood, and Stefan simply stood there, begging for death.
Leaning up on his tiptoes, Neil pressed against Stefan’s ear, his voice a nervous whisper strung with frantic urgency. "Just come with me now, I'll come up with other ways to get you there. If we don't leave now, they'll kill you and sacrifice you to our ancestors according to tribe law."
And this was no exaggeration. The tribe's ultimate punishment for an intruder was to offer them as a sacrifice to the dragon ancestors. Neil remembered it vividly. When he was only six years old, a stranger had snuck into the village, trying to steal the dragon's saliva. He was caught by the head of the village and dragged—kicking and screaming—to the sacrificial altar. The village gathered around as he was thrown into the enormous bronze pot that sat atop the altar, a boiling cauldron meant only for such sacred vengeance. The steam rose. The prayers were chanted. And the intruder’s life was ended as part of an ancient, merciless rite. If Stefan continued to throw himself into the flames of defiance, he would end up just like that man.
Perhaps a wave of reason finally splashed against Stefan's burning resolve, because he nodded once, his expression grim and tired. "Okay, I'll go with you." It was not surrender—it was survival. And barely a moment passed before Easton lifted his hand, a silent command that made the shouting villagers lower their torches. The tension eased, but only by a single breath.
Easton's eyes then shifted to Neil, cold and unwavering. "You are the son-in-law of the head of the village. You also bear the responsibility of protecting our tribe. I hope you will be prudent. If not, we will punish you in the name of justice."
With those final words, the weight of the warning pressed down on Neil like a boulder. He knew the deal. He had just saved Stefan’s life—but he had also placed his own head on a chopping block. And as he turned to drag Stefan out of the danger zone, the firelight of Dragos flickered behind them, telling a story that was far from over.
Stefan's heart still pounded with the memory of his poisoned wife, now lying somewhere, waiting for the impossible antidote. He had walked into a tribe that would happily cook him alive. He had faced bloodthirsty torches and a leader who spoke of justice with a blade behind his tongue. Yet, he left with his life, with Neil's reluctant promise, and with a burning question in his chest: How far was he willing to go? And what other unspeakable test awaited him beyond the gates of this forbidden village?
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating**
Oh, my heart was in my throat the entire time I read this chapter! The clashing energies between Stefan’s unbreakable love and the tribe’s ancient, terrifying customs were executed perfectly. You could feel the heat of the torches and smell the smoke. I love that Stefan, who at first seems like a weak, desperate spouse, actually has a spine of steel. He stood his ground even when surrounded by murderous villagers—what a man! At the same time, Neil’s panicked mediation, his memory of being a child watching a man being boiled alive—that gave me chills. This chapter was powerful, intense, and left the stakes higher than ever.
⭐️ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction**
Now that Stefan has temporarily retreated from the village with only a promise of "other ways," the spotlight falls directly on Neil. Will he be able to secretly lead Stefan to the dragon’s saliva without breaking the tribe’s laws? Or will Easton’s warning turn into swift action, sending spies after them under the cover of dark? There's also a strong possibility that the woman in Stefan’s life—his poisoned wife—may have only a few hours left, pushing Stefan to make an even more reckless move. One thing is certain: someone will be betrayed, and someone may be boiled in that pot. We might also see the mysterious dragon ancestors make their ominous presence known.
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