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

Chapter 257 Threat
Xuanming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned, and stood up, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "What, envious that I got to sleep with Little Moon last night? Anyway, it'll be your turn in a few days—"

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Lin's snake tail suddenly swept across, slamming him heavily into the pile of rice.

Golden rice ears fluttered in the air, drawing dazzling arcs in the morning light.

No need for threshing anymore.

"Cough cough."

Xuanming spat out the rice husks from his mouth, and dark flames shot up from his palm with a "whoosh," shouting, "Black Serpent, you're asking for death!"

A dangerous glint flashed in Ye Ling's silver eyes. Her fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and she shook her wrists: "Perfect for stretching my muscles."

The three instantly became entangled in battle, flames clashing with ice crystals, and the snake's tail snapping an ancient tree, startling the tribe members who all peered out.

"Early in the morning."

Qingzhu returned carrying a large bundle of bundled rice, her emerald green eyes sweeping over the battlefield.

Although I don't understand what happened, I have a vague idea of ​​what's going on.

It must be that bastard Xuanming who lost control and played until dawn.

Considering that Yue'er had been fighting for most of the night and had saved so many clansmen, Xuanming, that brat, still didn't know how to restrain himself, so he deserved to be beaten.

"He really deserves a beating."

Suddenly, Qingzhu threw the rice grains on the ground and rushed over.

Xuanyuan Ming's enormous dragon body swooped down from the clouds, its back laden with rice. Seeing Qingzhu join the fray, he chuckled, "Tsk, three against one?"

Xuanming had a lock of hair cut off by Qingzhu's wind blades, and he jumped up and down in anger: "You damn bamboo, what are you doing getting involved in this mess!"

"Itchy hands."

Qingzhu, expressionless, unleashed three more wind blades.

On the open ground of the wolf tribe's temporary encampment, four top-tier beastmen fought fiercely, sending sand and stones flying.

The old priest squatted in front of a shed, munching on fruit, watching with great interest: "It's so good to be young!"

Su Xiyue was awakened by the noise and walked out of the shed, rubbing her waist.

Squinting at the crooked tree not far away, Xuanming was bound upside down on the branch like a dumpling by vines, cursing under his breath.

"You bunch of bastards, if you've got the guts, fight one-on-one! What kind of skill is it to have four against one?"

Ye Ling stood under the tree with her arms crossed, her silver eyes icy: "Weren't you quite capable last night?"

Mo Lin, with a bundle of rice wrapped around his snake tail, slapped Xuan Ming's buttocks with a "smack" upon hearing this: "Fight until dawn?"

"Ow!"

Xuanming winced in pain, turned and glared at Qingzhu, "You damn bamboo, why did you cut my hair!"

Qingzhu's emerald green eyes swept over his uneven hair, and she calmly said, "I'll fix it for you."

Xuanyuan Ming landed in human form, his dark golden eyes looking at Su Xiyue who had appeared, his gaze instantly softening: "Yue'er is awake?"

Su Xiyue's lips twitched, and she slowly walked over, looking up at Xuan Ming hanging upside down, a hint of sympathy flashing in her eyes.

Xuanming immediately looked aggrieved: "Little Moon, they bullied me!"

Ye Ling sneered: "Who kept the moon up until dawn?"

Mo Lin added, "And made her back ache."

With a gust of wind from Qingzhu's fingertips, another strand of Xuanming's hair was shaved off: "You never learn."

Xuanyuan Ming crossed his arms and watched the show: "Serves him right."

Xuan Ming: "..."

Su Xiyue sighed and glanced at the men. "Don't bully him. Xuanming is fine."

Anyway, she was quite happy last night.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanming's eyes lit up instantly, and he grinned smugly at the group under the tree: "Did you hear that? Little Moon said I'm doing great!"

Ye Ling narrowed her silver eyes slightly, "It seems we haven't hung it high enough."

Mo Lin expressionlessly wrapped the vine around her three more times.

The blade of wind gleamed coldly at Qingzhu's fingertips.

Xuanyuan Ming leaned against a tree with his arms crossed, his dark golden eyes filled with schadenfreude.

"Hey...you guys—ow!"

Before Xuanming could finish speaking, he was suddenly pulled half a zhang high and hung upside down on the treetop, swaying like a dried-up wolf.

The wolf cubs in the tribe curiously gathered around, and Silverblade, Black Fiend, and Frostflame even jumped up and used their claws to tug at his drooping hair.

Su Xiyue was both amused and exasperated. A tendril sprouted from her fingertips, and she gently put the person down: "Alright, is the rice harvest all finished?"

Ye Ling's silver eyes swept over the golden rice ears covering the ground, and she nodded slightly: "The people from the western valley of the Bird Tribe are all here."

Green bamboo eyes reflected the morning light: "The swamp east of the Feather Tribe has also been cleared."

Xuanyuan thought of something and suddenly said, "When we came back, we found that several tribes were migrating. They must have been frightened by the Phoenix Clan's actions."

The wolf tribe's stronghold was burned down, and several neighboring tribes, including the bear tribe, eagle tribe, and rat tribe, also suffered as a result.

The other tribes were naturally trembling with fear and wanted to migrate to a safe place.

At least, no one dared to approach the wolf tribe anymore; they all wished they could stay far away.

Su Xiyue sighed, saying nothing, only instructing the men to spread out the rice to dry, and then began preparing breakfast. Meanwhile, in the Upper Realm Phoenix Clan...

Feng Xiao was sitting in the main seat of the council hall, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

The atmosphere inside the hall was so heavy that you could hear a pin drop.

Several Phoenix Clan elders knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the earth, barely daring to breathe.

"Chieftain, your subordinates are incompetent and failed to protect the young lady and the High Priest."

The elder at the head of the group had a trembling voice and was covered in cold sweat.

"waste!"

Feng Xiao slammed his hand on the armrest, shattering it. Crimson flames danced between his brows. "Three hundred elite warriors and two tenth-tier elders, and they can't even take down a small tribe in a lower realm?"

His voice made the paulownia trees outside the hall rustle.

The kneeling elders trembled even more violently.

"Chieftain, please calm your anger."

A bold elder, forcing a smile, explained, "The wolf tribe is truly cunning, and they also have the secret assistance of the Dragon Clan's Third Elder, Xuanyuan Xuan."

"fart!"

Feng Xiao kicked the elder who was speaking to the ground, his eyes blazing with fury. "How could that old bastard Xuanyuan Xuan appear in the Lower Realm?"

The elder, who had been kicked over, coughed up blood but dared not wipe it away: "This subordinate...this subordinate also does not know."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall.

"Young Master is back!"

As soon as the guard finished speaking, Feng Su strode in.

His fiery red feathered robe was tattered, and his face was covered in wounds. He looked miserable and extremely wretched.

"Father."

Feng Su stopped in the center of the hall and called out in a lukewarm tone.

Feng Xiao's face was grim. This brat had taken advantage of his absence to overpower the guards and escape from the ancestral hall, and now he actually dared to come back?
He was about to lose his temper.

Upon seeing his face clearly, her brows furrowed instantly: "What happened to you?"

Feng Su raised her hand to wipe the wound on her face, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "How did you get into this state? Doesn't Father know best?"

Feng Xiao's face instantly darkened, his anger rising even higher. "Why are you going crazy for no reason?"

Seeing that the father and son were about to start arguing, the elders in the hall quietly took a half step back, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

"Am I crazy? Haven't I always been like this? Anyway, Father doesn't care about me."

Feng Su slowly and methodically straightened his tattered feather robe; he had deliberately not changed it when he returned.

He even went so far as to make himself look more disheveled, just so that old man Feng Xiao could see him.

Feng Xiao's face turned ashen, and he abruptly stood up: "You bastard, who gave you permission to talk to me like that?"

"Isn't this what Father likes best?"

Feng Su sneered repeatedly, then suddenly ripped open his collar, revealing the old scar on his back. "Just like when you burned me with the Phoenix True Fire back then, how impressive was that?"

The hall fell silent instantly.

The elders stared in horror at the scar on Feng Su's back, clearly a mark left by the Phoenix True Fire.

Feng Xiao's expression changed drastically, his face turning ashen as he said, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

His voice clearly carried a hint of panic.

"Am I talking nonsense?"

Feng Su suddenly burst into laughter, her laughter filled with madness, "Father, would you like to see this?"

He pulled a phantom leaf, glowing with an eerie light, from his robes and waved it in front of Feng Xiao: "This clearly records how you used the Phoenix True Fire and words to force Mother to agree to let that bitch into the house..."

Feng Xiao was horrified, never expecting that the scene from back then would be recorded. He reached out to snatch it, shouting, "You unfilial son!"

Feng Su nimbly dodged, her fiery red feathered robes tracing eerie arcs within the hall: "Father, what's the rush? I haven't even gotten to the exciting part yet—"

He suddenly turned to the elders, his voice rising abruptly: "Do you all know that my mother didn't die of illness at all? She was driven to her death by my dear father..."

"shut up!"

Feng Xiao was furious. He gathered a ball of blazing phoenix true fire in his palm and wanted to strike it several times, but he held back because he thought that this was his only son.

Feng Su laughed even more arrogantly, even offering her neck to the flames: "Come on, burn me like you burned Mother back then. Anyway, you only have that bastard Feng Qiwu in your heart. Oh, I forgot, that bastard is dead too. Just kill me as well, then you'll be all alone~"

"you--"

Feng Xiao trembled with rage, his eyes fixed on him, yet he hesitated to deliver the blow.

The elders were terrified, their faces ashen. This was an earth-shattering secret! The clan leader's wife had actually been...

If this news were to reach the ears of Xuan Yuanhao, the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, the Dragon and Phoenix Clans would likely completely break off relations.

It might even spark a major war.

This is not like dealing with a small force like the Lower Domain Wolf Tribe.

The Dragon Clan is no weaker than the Phoenix Clan, and may even be slightly stronger.

(End of this chapter)