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

Chapter 240 Reaping the consequences
Su Xiyue and the others were happily eating their meal, unaware that the night of the full moon had quietly arrived.

Upper Realm, Phoenix Clan.

The altar beneath the sycamore tree was bathed in moonlight.

The Phoenix Flame High Priest, draped in a cloak of raven feathers, withered fingers pinching flamingo feathers, danced a bizarre witch dance around a stone platform inscribed with spells.

"With blood as the catalyst, with souls as the sacrifice—"

She soaked the flamingo's blood into the three characters "Su Xiyue" carved on the ugly doll, and said viciously, "Let that vile wench's flesh rot and her bones be infested with maggots!"

Feng Qiwu stood below the altar, watching nervously. The numerous small golden bumps on his face looked particularly eerie in the moonlight.

"Buzz!"

As the last syllable of the Phoenix Flame faded, the Ugly Doll suddenly burst into flames without wind. The eerie blue flames danced strangely in the moonlight, reflecting a distorted and hideous face.

"Hahaha! You vile female, let's see how you die this time!"

A vicious, sinister smile appeared on Feng Qiwu's face, as if he could already see Su Xiyue transformed back into an grotesque, hideous creature, her body covered in festering sores and oozing pus...

Suddenly, the Ugly Doll shone with golden light, shook violently, and instantly turned 180 degrees, heading straight for the Phoenix Perching on the platform!

"Ah...get away..."

Feng Qiwu was startled and instinctively backed away.

But the ugly doll seemed to have eyes; wherever she went, the ugly doll followed.

It was as if it had suddenly come to life, its eyes staring at her with a chilling gaze, which was incredibly eerie at night.

"Great Shaman, what's wrong with this ugly doll?"

She spoke in terror, fleeing haphazardly toward the altar, seeking the protection of the phoenix flames.

But the ugly doll relentlessly pursued them, like a vengeful ghost seeking death.

Feng Yan was also quite frightened, as she had never encountered such a situation before. Seeing the ugly doll chasing Feng Qiwu all over the altar, she hurriedly used her bone staff to hit the ugly doll.

"boom--"

The ugly doll was struck by the bone staff and instantly exploded, turning into countless fine golden needles that shot towards the face of the phoenix perched on the parasol tree.

"Ouch—my face hurts so much!"

Feng Qiwu screamed and covered her face, feeling as if her whole body was being bitten by thousands of poisonous insects, and something was wriggling under her skin.

Looking down, I saw the small golden bump on my arm swelling at a visible speed, turning into a boil the size of an egg in the blink of an eye.

The torches around the altar suddenly went out, and under the moonlight, Feng Qiwu's body swelled up like fermenting dough.

The feather robe burst open instantly, revealing layers of fat and a bloated body covered in pustules. From a distance, it looked just like a toad covered in venomous tumors.

His face was even uglier, with small eyes, a flat nose, and a big buck tooth, along with a face full of pustules and boils, making him so ugly that even a child would cry upon seeing him.

"Great Shaman! Save me!"

Feng Qiwu was filled with fear, completely bewildered. Wasn't he supposed to be cursing that vile female Su Xiyue? Why was he the one who was being humiliated?
She couldn't accept her appearance at all, and she completely broke down. She was unbearably itchy all over and scratched her neck frantically, tearing off large chunks of festering flesh with her fingernails.

"It itches...it hurts..."

Feng Yan was also terrified, her face turning pale. She could barely hold the bone staff in her hand, and her lips trembled as she asked, "What... what kind of strange curse is this?"

She had lived most of her life and had never seen anything so bizarre.

It was as if the target of his spell was not Su Xiyue, but Feng Qiwu.

Her face paled even more. She was certain that the target of her curse was Su Xiyue. Not only did she use that lowly woman's birth date, but the name written on it was also hers, including the geographical location and all other information—it was all Su Xiyue, the lowly woman from the lower realm…

As for why the rebound occurred to Feng Qiwu, even Feng Yan himself couldn't understand it.

She herself was also confused at the moment.

Feng Qiwu was writhing on the ground in pain, letting out shrill screams. His face, which was already covered with small golden bumps, was now oozing pus.

"help me…"

She reached out her hand, which was covered in pustules, trying to grab Feng Yan's clothes, but he dodged away in disgust.

Feng Yan stared at Feng Qiwu, who was rolling on the ground, with a grim expression, secretly regretting that he shouldn't have cast the curse.

She trembled as she reached for the bone bell, but was blasted away three zhang by the rebounding witch power, and a large hole was burned in her raven feather cloak.

The entire Qifeng Valley suddenly erupted in excitement.

The patrolling guards were so frightened by the sight of their young mistress in this state that they could barely hold their torches.

One of the female slaves vomited on the spot and was kicked away by the enraged Feng Qiwu with his swollen hooves, then stomped on the ground.

"You filthy, lowly creatures, how dare you look down on me?"

Feng Qiwu's face was contorted, his voice hoarse like a broken gong, and with each word he spoke, pus and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. "Get out of here, all of you."

Terrifying, like a ghost.

Apart from the female slave who was trampled on the ground, the other guarding female slaves dared not stay here any longer, let alone look at Feng Qiwu. They scattered in fear, rolling and crawling.

Amid the chaos, a fiery red figure descended from the sky.

As Feng Su landed, her feathered robes fluttered. Upon seeing her younger sister's appearance, a hint of horror flashed in her peach blossom eyes: "Little sister, you..."

"elder brother!"

Feng Qiwu, tears streaming down her face, tried to rush over, but was stopped by Feng Su when she was three steps away.

Maggots were falling from her festering flesh, pus was flowing everywhere, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench; it was utterly disgusting.

Feng Su's fiery red feathered robes fluttered in the night wind as she covered her mouth and nose and backed away, asking, "How did you get into this state?"

Looking at her younger sister, who was covered in pustules, as fat as a giant sow, and almost unrecognizable as human, she felt both shocked and disgusted.

He glanced at Feng Yan, who was lying on the altar and unable to get up, and at the messy things placed on the altar, and roughly guessed what was going on.

It looks like a curse rebounding, though I don't know why it's rebounding.

But one can only say that he brought this upon himself, and he cannot escape punishment.

Feng Qiwu was in pain and itchy all over, and was about to explain.

A powerful, angry shout suddenly rang out from afar: "What's going on?"

Upon hearing the news, Phoenix Clan Chief Feng Xiao rushed over and immediately flew into a rage upon seeing his daughter's horribly wretched state: "Qi Wu, you..."

"Father."

Feng Qiwu cried out and tried to rush over, but Feng Xiao raised his hand and blocked her with a wall of fire.

"Don't come any closer!" Feng Xiao's forehead veins bulged. "Feng Yan! What on earth is going on?"

The old witch, trembling, got up from the ground: "Chieftain, I... I don't understand either."

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Xiao kicked her in the chest: "Useless! You can even mess up a curse!"

Feng Yan was kicked until he coughed up blood, but dared not retaliate. He could only prostrate himself on the ground: "Clan leader, please forgive me. This curse was meant for that female from the lower realm, but I don't know why."

"I don't know why?"

Feng Su suddenly sneered, her peach blossom eyes full of mockery, "Little sister used such vicious curses to harm people, and now she is reaping the consequences. What is this if not retribution?"

"Brother, how could you say that to me?"

Feng Qiwu screamed, and several worms crawled out of the pustules on her face.

It disgusted Feng Su and his son Feng Xiao.

Despite his disgust, Feng Xiao still felt sorry for his daughter. He glared at Feng Su with a grim expression and said angrily, "You scoundrel, your sister is in this state, and you're still making sarcastic remarks?"

"Father!"

Feng Su toyed with the newly replaced fire jade pendant at her waist, her tone languid, "You should ask her what kind of curse she cast that could cause flesh to rot and maggots to grow in bones?"

With each word he spoke, his voice grew colder. "Such a vicious curse has now rebounded on itself. Who can it be blamed for?"

The area around the altar suddenly fell silent.

Looking at his son's indifferent profile, Feng Xiao suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of estrangement.

He turned to Feng Yan, suppressing his anger, and said, "Undo the curse! Immediately!"

Feng Yan lay trembling on the ground, his face contorted in pain, and said, "Clan leader, you may not know this, but to break this curse, we need the blood of the heart of the person afflicted with the curse as a catalyst..."

"The one I love most?"

Feng Xiao was stunned for a moment, then, remembering that his daughter had always been in love with that madman Xuan Yuanming of the Dragon Clan, his face immediately turned ugly. "You mean, only Xuan Yuanming's heart's blood can save Wu'er?"

Feng Yan nodded without saying a word.

Feng Xiao trembled with rage. Of course he knew how much Xuan Yuanming hated his daughter, otherwise he wouldn't have resisted the marriage between the two clans so much, even going so far as to crush the marriage contract.

Don't even think about asking that brat from the Dragon Clan to use his heart's blood to cure Qi Wu's poison.

Not to mention Xuan Yuanming wouldn't agree, even that old man Xuan Yuanhao wouldn't agree.

How precious is heart's blood?

This is not just blood, but the essence of life, containing powerful vitality.

Its importance is almost beyond words.

Feng Xiao's face was so gloomy it could drip water, and he stared at Feng Yan: "Isn't there any other way?"

Feng Yan shook his head, his voice trembling: "Clan leader, this curse was designed to kill..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Qiwu suddenly screamed in agony as the pustules all over his body burst open, splattering foul-smelling pus and blood all over the ground.

She frantically scratched her festering skin, her nails digging into her flesh, tearing off chunks of bloody flesh.

"Ah—it itches! It hurts! Father, save me!"

Feng Xiao was horrified. He could no longer care about anything else and shouted sharply, "Someone! Go to the Dragon Clan immediately and tell Xuan Yuanhao that as long as his son is willing to use his heart's blood to save my daughter, he can ask for whatever conditions he wants."

No sooner had the order been given than guards secretly prepared to head to the Dragon Clan.

Feng Su flicked a wisp of Phoenix True Fire from her fingertip, causing the guard to retreat repeatedly.

"Is Father confused?"

Feng Su toyed with the newly replaced fire jade pendant, her peach blossom eyes full of mockery, "What if the Dragon Clan takes this opportunity to force us to cede the Crimson Flame Mountains?"

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting dappled shadows on the altar.

The screams of Feng Qiwu, mixed with the sound of dripping pus and blood, were horrifying to hear.

Feng Xiao shattered a stone pillar beside him with a single palm strike: "Then what do you suggest we do? Just watch your sister rot into decaying flesh?"

"It's your own fault."

Feng Su suddenly used a bone knife to pry open Feng Qiwu's scratching arm, and pus and blood splattered on the hem of his feather robe. He thought that this feather robe was no longer usable.

Even after washing it clean, he still finds it disgusting.

However, he said, "Xuanyuan Ming has been insane for more than ten years. He finally purified the mad blood in his body and became normal. He also used his heart's blood to remove the Gu from Su Xiyue. Who knows how angry and heartbroken Xuanyuan Hao must be behind his back. Do you think he would be willing to let Xuanyuan Ming take risks?"

The night wind swept past the altar, carrying withered sycamore leaves.

Feng Xiao stared at his son's carefree face and suddenly remembered that his son had suppressed the clan elders and elite warriors, forbidding them from attacking the Lower Domain Wolf Tribe.

Suddenly, she slapped him across the face and yelled, "Did you know this would happen all along? All because of that lower realm female? Xuan Yuanming has gone mad, and you've gone mad along with him, haven't you?"

Feng Xiao's slap was extremely heavy. Feng Su was knocked to the side, and the fire jade pendant slipped from her fingers and shattered on the altar.

Under the moonlight, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. He slowly turned his head, his peach blossom eyes flashing with cold light: "Father, this slap of yours is much harder than when that old bastard Xuanyuan Hao hit Xuanyuan Ming back then."

"Bastard!"

Feng Xiao trembled with rage, pointing his finger at him and cursing, "Your sister is on the verge of death, and you still have the nerve to make sarcastic remarks?"

Feng Su wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her thumb and sneered, "The Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan have always had a close relationship. It's just because my sister insisted on marrying Xuan Yuanming, and you, Father, spoiled her and ignored the Dragon Clan's repeated refusals, that you shamelessly insisted on this marriage. But Xuan Yuanming disliked it and refused to marry her, and even went mad for decades, which caused the already close relationship between the two clans to become tense."

As he spoke, the sneer on his lips deepened: "Has Father never reflected on this? Or is it that in your heart, your sister is truly more important than the Phoenix Clan?"

Feng Xiao's face turned ashen from his son's words, and the paulownia leaves trembled at his feet.

The torches around the altar suddenly shot up three feet, making the flame pattern between his eyebrows look almost alive: "Insolence!"

"Did I said wrong thing?"

A cluster of phoenix flames ignited at Feng Su's fingertips, illuminating his bloodied lips. "Xuanyuan Ming would rather shatter the marriage contract than break off the engagement, but my sister insists on—"

"Snapped!"

Another slap turned his face to the side, and his fiery red feather robe tore open in the night wind.

Feng Xiao's voice was colder than ice: "Issue the order to immediately send troops to the lower realms."

However, he did not mention going to the Dragon Clan again, clearly realizing the problem.

Although he loved Feng Qiwu dearly, no matter how much he loved her, it could never be more important than the Phoenix Clan.

The Lower Domain Wolf Tribe then became an outlet for venting their anger.

(End of this chapter)