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

Chapter 241 Ancestral Hall
The night was as dark as ink, and the paulownia trees in Phoenix Valley rustled in the wind, as if whispering secrets.

Feng Xiao's command was like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the silence of the night.

"The chieftain has ordered that troops be dispatched immediately to the lower realm to attack the Wolf Tribe."

The Phoenix Clan guards quickly went down to relay the order, their voices echoing through the canyon.

The Phoenix Clan guards and elders, who were already prepared, instantly sprang into action, and flames lit up from all directions.

Subsequently, they gradually gathered in the open square of Phoenix Perch Valley, waiting for the order to massacre the wolf tribe.

Despite the excruciating pain, the Great Witch Phoenix Flame struggled to her feet, her heart filled with immense joy, even the tattoos on her face contorting in pain.

Two or three days ago, she had ordered an attack on the wolf tribe, but Feng Su suppressed it.

Ultimately, she was merely a shaman of the Phoenix Clan, with only the right to offer suggestions, not to make decisions within the clan.

Now that the clan leader has given the order, let's see how Feng Su tries to stop it.

She planned to follow the elite Phoenix warriors to the Lower Realm, not only to witness the destruction of the Wolf Tribe, but also to personally reclaim the stolen Golden Silkworm King, capture that vile female to refine Gu poison, and let her die in the most tragic and vicious way.

Feng Qiwu was equally happy. Although she was writhing on the ground in pain and itching terribly, when she heard her father say that they were going to attack the wolf tribe, her face, which was covered with pustules and oozing pus, instantly turned into a twisted and ferocious smile.

"Hahaha... Su Xiyue, let's see how you die this time!"

She could almost see the wolf tribe being trampled to pieces, and Su Xiyue kneeling at her feet, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Feng Qiwu felt a surge of pleasure, and even the pain in his body lessened somewhat.

Feng Su's face was extremely ugly. He turned around abruptly, his fiery red feather robe drawing a dazzling arc in the night wind. His peach blossom eyes flashed with sharpness: "Father, are you really going to let the entire Phoenix Clan bear the infamy of indiscriminately killing the innocent and bullying the weak for my little sister's selfish desires?"

"Shut up!"

Feng Xiao roared in fury, the flame-like pattern between his brows pulsating as if alive. "That lowly wretch from the lower realm dared to harm my daughter; she should pay the price!"

"She's the one who caused it?"

Feng Su sneered, "If my little sister and the great witch hadn't cast the poisonous curse first, how could they have reaped the consequences? What did they do from beginning to end?"

Feng Xiao frowned. He knew that what his son said was true, and he also knew that his daughter deserved to end up like this.

They knew the wolf tribe was innocent from beginning to end, but so what?
He sneered inwardly. A small wolf tribe from a lower realm dared to provoke his daughter. Even if he wiped them out, it would be as easy as crushing an insignificant ant.

Looking at the cold expression on her father's face, Feng Su's heart sank to the bottom.

She also knew that her father was determined to destroy the wolf tribe and avenge her little sister.

I know even more that I cannot change it.

Father knew perfectly well how much he loved his little sister, simply because she was his childhood sweetheart.

The two did not end up together for various reasons, but they secretly had a younger sister.

After Qingmei died, her father took his little sister back to the Phoenix Clan to raise her, pampering her like a precious jewel, giving her whatever she wanted.

His mother is the younger sister of Xuan Yuanhao, the patriarch of the Dragon Clan. Her marriage to his father was a political alliance, and there was no affection between them.

This resulted in his father's feelings towards him being rather lukewarm; he was more focused on grooming him as his successor.

"Father, do you really want to do this?"

Feng Su made one last attempt to persuade him.

Feng Xiao didn't even glance at him, coldly waving his hand: "Guards, take the young master to the ancestral hall and make him kneel. Without my order, he is not allowed to take a single step out."

As soon as he finished speaking, several guards emerged from the shadows. They looked at Feng Su with awe, but had no choice but to carry out the clan leader's orders.

"Young Master, please forgive me."

The lead guard whispered.

Feng Su's fiery red feathered robe fluttered without wind, and his handsome face flickered in and out of the firelight.

He did not resist, nor did he say another word. He simply gave Feng Xiao a deep look, then turned and left.

Her fiery red feathered robes shone like burning flames in the night.

Feng Su's figure gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the bluestone slabs of the Phoenix Clan Ancestral Hall.

Feng Su knelt quietly before the jade altar where her ancestors were worshipped. Her fiery red feather robe fluttered slightly in the night breeze. She played with the fire jade pendant at her waist with her fingertips, and her peach blossom eyes flickered with light.

Outside the ancestral hall, the shadows of two guards were cast through the entrance.

"It seems that Young Master has really angered the clan chief this time, as he's been locked in the ancestral hall and forced to kneel as punishment."

One of the guards said in a low voice.

"Shh..."

Another guard nervously glanced around, then lowered his voice and said, "I heard the clan leader has already summoned Chi Yu..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of flapping wings suddenly came from afar.

A pure white lark flew past the paulownia tree outside the ancestral hall, shaking off a few withered leaves. Feng Su knelt on the cold ground, squinting as she looked outside the ancestral hall.

The lark happened to perch on a sycamore branch outside the ancestral hall. As it tilted its head to preen its feathers, the dragon-scale-like collar around its neck flashed by in the moonlight.

"Ah"

Feng Su suddenly chuckled, and the Phoenix True Fire emanating from her fingertips shot up to the roof beams, illuminating the entire ancestral hall as bright as day.

When the guards hurriedly pushed open the door to check, they saw the young lord playing with a phoenix on the wall using flames, his fiery red feathers making the whole room shine.

"Get out..."

Without turning his head, he entered the tunnel, and the flame at his fingertips suddenly surged three inches.

Over here, Feng Xiao summoned his trusted confidant Chi Yu and said in a low voice, "Take a few guards to find Xuan Yuanming. Once you find him, you don't need to kill him. Just get his heart's blood. Remember not to reveal your identity, and absolutely do not let the Dragon Clan find out. Got it?"

"Don't worry, Chieftain, I understand."

Akabane respectfully agreed and then quietly withdrew.

A snow-white lark flew past the top of a sycamore tree, its dragon-scale collar gleaming faintly.

It tilted its head and stared at the departing figure of the red feather, its beady eyes darting around, before suddenly flapping its wings and flying into the night sky.

Inside the ancestral hall, the Phoenix True Fire at Feng Su's fingertips snapped out.

He stared at the feather drifting down from the sycamore tree outside the window, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Interesting."

……

The Dragon Clan's territory, perched atop a sheer cliff.

Xuanyuan Hao was resting with his eyes closed by the Dragon Pool, where the starry sky was reflected in the water.

Suddenly, ripples appeared on the water's surface, and the lark landed precisely on the edge of the Dragon Pool. With a flash of white light, it transformed into a handsome man.

The man knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Clan leader, something has happened to the Phoenix Clan."

Xuanyuan Hao slowly opened his eyes, his majestic dragon horns reflected in the pool: "Speak."

"The Great Witch of Phoenix Flame cast a curse tonight on the night of the full moon, and the target of the curse was Su Xiyue, the female from the lower realm whom the young lord likes. I don't know where things went wrong, but the curse actually rebounded onto Feng Qiwu. Not only did his body swell up to the size of a small mountain, but it also became festering and oozing pus, and was extremely itchy."

The man lowered his voice and continued, "The Great Shaman Fengyan said that only the heart's blood of a beloved can cure this. Feng Qiwu has always loved the young lord, and Feng Xiao has secretly instructed his trusted confidant Chiyu to fetch the young lord's heart's blood. He has probably already set off..."

With a "crack," the dragon scale stone by the Dragon Pool shattered into pieces instantly.

"Feng Xiao, you old scoundrel..."

Xuanyuan Hao transformed into human form and flew out of the dragon pool, his eyes almost spitting fire. "My son has finally regained his senses, and he dares to touch even a drop of his heart's blood?"

The man, who was actually a lark, turned pale with fright at the sudden burst of dragon might from Xuan Yuanhao, but he still forced himself to continue: "Feng Xiao is heartbroken for his daughter and is also angry with the Lower Domain Wolf Tribe. He has already ordered his troops to attack, and the elite warriors of the Phoenix Clan will arrive in the Lower Domain soon."

"Hmph, that girl Feng Qiwu is vicious. No wonder Xuanyuan Ming is unwilling to marry her."

Xuan Yuanhao sneered, "This backlash from the curse is her own doing."

At this point, he suddenly changed the subject: "You just said that Feng Xiao also wanted to destroy the Wolf Tribe?"

"Yes, Chieftain."

The man responded, "Feng Xiao believes that Su Xiyue provoked Feng Qiwu, so he wants to massacre the Wolf Tribe to vent his anger."

"That old scoundrel has quite the airs!"

Xuan Yuanhao laughed angrily, "Bullying the weak, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

The man, who was actually a lark, bowed even lower: "Clan leader, should we intercept Chi Yu?"

"No need."

Xuan Yuanhao sneered, "Let Ming'er handle it herself."

He believed in his son's abilities, and unless that bastard himself was willing, no one could take a single drop of his heart's blood.

For example, when Ming'er removed the curse from that female from the lower realm, it was something she willingly dug herself.

When the news reached his ears, Xuan Yuanhao was so angry he almost fainted.

But there was nothing he could do; his son liked someone else, so what could he do?
Xuan Yuanhao thought about how that old bastard Feng Xiao wanted to destroy the Wolf Tribe. Given how much Ming'er cared about that female from the lower realm, she would definitely help the Wolf Tribe to deal with the Phoenix Clan.

Thinking about this, he suddenly felt a headache coming on.

His gaze then fell upon one spot: "Elder Xuan."

An elderly man with white hair and beard emerged from the shadows. He understood the clan leader's meaning almost instantly: "Clan leader, rest assured, I will go to the lower realm to make sure the young lord is safe, and I will also protect the Wolf Tribe if necessary."

It wasn't that they wanted to preserve the Wolf Tribe, but if the Wolf Tribe were really wiped out by the Phoenix Clan, Xuanyuan Ming would probably go mad again.

That's not what they want to see.

(End of this chapter)