The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 232 Rice
The Phoenix Clan was now in complete chaos.

Feng Qiwu screamed in the paulownia treehouse, covering her face. Her once beautiful face was now covered with dense, tiny golden bumps, looking like she had been stung by poisonous bees, or like some kind of insect eggs wriggling under her skin, which was extremely creepy.

"Ah... my face! Great Shaman! Great Shaman, save me!"

Feng Qiwu scratched her face in terror, but the more she scratched, the itchier it became. The small golden bumps began to ooze pale yellow pus, emitting a faint fishy odor that made her feel nauseous and want to vomit.

The female slaves were too frightened to approach and could only frantically try to summon the Great Witch of Phoenix Flame.

Feng Yan lost the Golden Silkworm King, failed to find the thief, and even slipped on honey and tripped, twisting her ankle. She was in so much pain that she cursed and looked extremely pale.

Upon hearing that Feng Qiwu had an accident, he disregarded his own pain and rushed over, limping.

"Great Shaman, save me!"

When Feng Qiwu saw Feng Yan coming, she immediately collapsed at her feet, crying uncontrollably with tears and snot streaming down her face, making her look even more disgusting.

Feng Yan pulled the sobbing Feng Qiwu up, looked down, and his expression changed drastically. "You've been poisoned by the Golden Silkworm King?"

"Great Shaman, you must save me, I don't want to become an ugly monster."

Upon hearing that it was the Golden Silkworm King's poison, Feng Qiwu became even more terrified and cried even more bitterly, tears and snot flying everywhere. There was no trace of his usual arrogance and domineering nature.

Feng Yan's face was extremely grim: "The Golden Silkworm King is my Gu worm. Its theft today must be because that thief poisoned your rouge!"

With trembling hands, she examined the rouge jar on Feng Qiwu's dressing table and, sure enough, found the golden silkworm's poisonous silk in the most frequently used jar.

"Damn little thief!"

Feng Yan trembled with rage, yet there was nothing she could do. Only the Golden Silkworm King could cure the Golden Silkworm King's poison.

Even she doesn't have the antidote now.

"Waaaaah, what am I going to do? My face..."

When Feng Qiwu heard that only the Golden Silkworm King could cure the poison, she cried even more bitterly.

Feng Su appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the doorframe. Looking at her younger sister's miserable face, she showed no sympathy but instead burst out laughing: "Oh, is little sister about to turn into a golden toad?"

"elder brother!"

Feng Qiwu stomped her feet in anger, wiped away her tears and snot, and touched the small bumps all over her face, which disgusted her. But she glared angrily at Feng Su: "I'm like this and you're still laughing!"

Feng Su shrugged, her fiery red feather robes gleaming in the candlelight: "Who told you to think about harming people all the time? I told you long ago, if Xuan Yuanming doesn't want to marry you, so be it. Forced marriages are never sweet. Why beg and plead like this, making it seem like nobody wants you, and bringing shame to the Phoenix Clan as well?"

He lazily fiddled with the fire jade pendant at his waist, looking at his sister's face covered in tiny golden pimples, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "What kind of witchcraft did you go and try? Now look what you've done, you've turned yourself into a toad."

These words were like a needle piercing Feng Qiwu's heart.

Feng Qiwu trembled with anger, his face turning even uglier, yet he was unable to refute her.

But I don't think I did anything wrong.

Xuanyuan Ming was her childhood betrothal, which she naturally liked and considered him her fiancé from a young age.

Unfortunately, Xuan Yuanming was like a stone that could never be warmed. Not only did he break off the engagement, but he also repeatedly hurt her for the sake of a lowly female from the lower realm.

They even went so far as to break the marriage contract between the two tribes.

How could she swallow this insult?

A venomous glint flashed in Feng Qiwu's eyes as he gritted his teeth: "Brother, you must help me."

Feng Su paused in her playful hand, a hint of amusement flickering in her peach blossom eyes: "Help you with what? To continue harming people? Or to help you steal males?"

He flicked his finger, and the fire jade pendant drew a beautiful arc in the air. "Little sister, listen to your brother's advice. You know better than anyone who that madman Xuanyuan Ming is thinking about. With the conditions of our Phoenix Clan, you can choose any excellent male in the entire Upper Realm. You can have as many as you want. Why hang yourself on one tree?"

Feng Yan suddenly interjected in a sinister tone: "Young Lord, that female from the lower realm who could steal my Golden Silkworm King must have used some kind of evil magic."

"Come on, great shaman."

Feng Su interrupted with a sneer, "Your shabby altar can't even keep out a mouse, but..."

He glanced at Feng Qiwu's face with its small gold bag and couldn't help but mutter: "Really ugly."

He silently turned his face away.

"But what?"

Feng Qiwu suddenly rushed over and grabbed Feng Su's sleeve impatiently.

Feng Su was startled, then slowly brushed her hand away: "But I am quite interested in that little female."

After saying that, he turned and left, his fiery red feather robe swirling in a dazzling arc.

Feng Qiwu stomped his foot angrily behind him: "Feng Su, are you really my brother?"

The only response she received was Feng Su's laughter fading into the distance.

.........

At this moment, Su Xiyue was crawling on Qingzhu's back through the dense forest.

As the night breeze brushed past her ears, she suddenly noticed a patch of golden plants in the valley not far away.

Under the moonlight, the slender ears of rice drooped heavily, just like the rice of a past life.

"and many more!"

She suddenly grabbed Qingzhu's mane.

Qingzhu slammed on the brakes, the wolf's claws carving four deep furrows in the mud: "What happened?"

Su Xiyue slid off the wolf's back, her invisibility cloak tied around her neck, fluttering in the wind.

Its body was barely visible in the darkness of the night; someone who didn't know better might have thought they'd encountered a ghost.

Qingzhu transformed into human form and followed behind. Upon seeing this scene, her lips twitched, but thankfully she knew what was going on.

I wasn't scared, but I found it strangely funny.

Su Xiyue jogged over, squatted down in front of a plant, and gently parted the ears of grain, letting a dozen plump grains roll into her palm.

It really is wild rice.

She rubbed her hands together, and instantly the outer shell peeled away, revealing the white, translucent, and plump rice inside.

Rice, oh, really rice! Just thinking about having white rice to eat in the future makes my hands tremble with excitement, and I feel so hungry.

Since transmigrating here, all I've had is grilled meat and fish, or various kinds of stewed meat.

Although it tasted good and was enough to fill my stomach.

But I always feel unwell if I don't eat rice, though I can't quite describe the feeling.

In short, I felt uncomfortable.

"Does Yue'er recognize this?"

Qingzhu leaned closer and sniffed. "This stuff is found in the lower realms. We call it bird food. Bird tribes love to eat this."

Upon hearing this, she suddenly looked at Qingzhu, "There's rice in the lower realms? Where have you seen it before? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Their voices were much louder.

Qingzhu was startled by her sudden excitement and innocently touched her nose. "There are some in the valley west of the Bird Tribe and in the swamp east of the Feather Tribe. This stuff can't fill their stomachs, it can only feed the birds, so we call it bird food. You didn't ask me, so I didn't say anything."

Su Xiyue: “…”

Well, she didn't ask. Her excited heart gradually calmed down, but the eagerness in her eyes remained.

She looked at the rice grains she had kneaded in her palm, as if she could already see the fragrant rice.

"Qingzhu, do you know that this rice can be made into very delicious food?"

She tried to explain the allure of rice to Qingzhu.

Qingzhu looked at her with a puzzled expression, "How delicious can this stuff be? We beastmen all love to eat meat."

Su Xiyue smiled, "You wait, once I finish making it, you'll definitely like it."

She turned to look at the golden rice field, her heart filled with joy, she couldn't be happier.

After a quick look, I estimated that it was at least two or three acres in size, but because it was wild, it was growing rather sparsely.

But the quantity is indeed quite large, enough to eat for a long time, and some can also be saved as seeds.

She stroked the bronze ring on her left hand, a reward from the system when Xuan Yuanming's favorability was at its maximum.

It's a space inside.

She went inside and saw that there was only a wooden house, a spring, and two or three acres of land.

Although it's not very big, it's a space, so storing things is no problem.

Moreover, these rice grains can also be cultivated in space.

Once we return to the lower realms, we can begin cultivating and planting crops.

Su Xiyue began to fantasize about the future, planning to return home once she had resolved matters here.

Moreover, she has stirred up a mess in the Phoenix Clan, and they are probably searching for her everywhere. It is indeed not suitable for her to stay in the Upper Realm any longer.

"Qingzhu, help me harvest these rice grains so we can take them back. Remember to cut them from the root."

She suppressed her excitement and said to Qingzhu.

Dried rice straw is also useful; it seems to be a raw material for making straw paper.

Of course, it can also be used to make a bed.

Qingzhu never refused her requests, and nodded slightly, "Okay."

Then it transformed into its true form, and with a gentle wave of its enormous wolf claws, it harvested a large swath of rice.

Su Xiyue took out a kitchen knife from her system backpack and bent down to start cutting rice.

The harvested rice was neatly stacked to one side and then stored in the storage space.

Qingzhu noticed that the small mountain of rice that had been piled up had suddenly disappeared, and looked at her in confusion: "Yue'er, where did the rice go?"

She smiled smugly and held up the bronze ring on her left hand. "They're all here."

Qingzhu's favorability rating is already 95. At this level, she is unlikely to betray him, so there's no harm in telling him.

Qingzhu looked bewildered at the unremarkable ring. "What is this?"

"Space Ring."

Su Xiyue happily explained, "This is a treasure, it can hold a lot of things, I found it by chance."

Qingzhu was amazed, never knowing that such a treasure existed in the world, let alone that it would appear in Yue'er's hands. "It seems that this is a gift bestowed upon you by the Beast God."

She was slightly taken aback, thinking to herself that the beastmen in this beast world were really superstitious, attributing everything to the beast god.

She smiled faintly without explaining, which Qingzhu took as tacit agreement.

The two then remained silent and continued harvesting the rice.

There was a lot of rice in this valley, at least two or three acres. By the time the two of them finished harvesting it all, it was already the next morning.

They then returned to the Red Rock Canyon where they had been staying.

……

The Phoenix Clan, after a night of fermentation.

News of Feng Qiwu's poisoning spread quickly, causing an uproar throughout the entire Phoenix Clan.

"It must have been that lower-realm female who did it!"

"She stole the Great Witch's Golden Silkworm King and even poisoned Miss Qiwu."

"We must not let her go!"

……

Amidst the public's outrage, Feng Su stood alone leaning against a sycamore tree, her expression complex.

He recalled the beautiful female he had knocked unconscious, and her panicked appearance as she fled.

"Could it really be her?"

Feng Su murmured softly, her heart filled with a myriad of thoughts.

If it really was her who stole the Golden Silkworm King and poisoned my younger sister, then what should I do?
Kill her? Or capture her and force her to reveal the whereabouts of the Golden Silkworm King?
He rubbed his temples in frustration, feeling a sense of unease for the first time.

"Young Master."

A respectful voice suddenly came from behind.

Feng Su turned around and saw an elder from the clan. "What is it?"

"The tribesmen have assembled and are ready to head to the lower realm to annihilate the wolf tribe."

The elder reported in a deep voice, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Feng Su frowned deeply, "Who gave you permission to do this?"

"It's a great shaman."

The elder answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Then he added, "The Great Shaman said that if we destroy the wolf tribe and capture their relatives, once the news gets out, we won't have to worry about the female not showing up on her own."

Feng Su's heart sank, her fiery red feather robe fluttering in the morning breeze.

She gripped the fire jade pendant at her waist tightly, a cold glint flashing in her peach blossom eyes: "Nonsense! Pass on my order, everyone stay put."

The elder looked troubled: "But the Great Shaman said..."

"Great Witch?"

Feng Su sneered, instantly crushing the fire jade pendant in her palm to pieces. "Who exactly is in charge of the Phoenix Clan?"

The morning light shone on his handsome profile, and the elder immediately fell silent.

Feng Su turned around with a flick of her sleeve, her feathered robe flashing in a dazzling arc: "Go tell the Great Shaman that I will handle the matter of the Golden Silkworm King myself. If anyone dares to act without authorization..."

He glanced back at the elder, his tone chilling: "Let him taste the Phoenix True Fire."

The elder's face turned pale, and he dared not stay any longer, so he could only retreat in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)