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

Chapter 347: Follow the guidance
She could hardly believe her eyes; she had always thought it was just a fat worm that could spin silk and condense golden beads.

The Golden Silkworm King, or rather the blond-haired beauty at this moment, lazily stretched his body. His shimmering golden robe made his skin appear even whiter than snow, and his handsomeness was almost otherworldly.

I don't know what material it's made of, but it looks a bit like silk.

He tilted his head slightly and flashed Su Xiyue a smile that could charm all beings: "Of course, I am a sacred object, what difficulty is there in merely transforming into human form? How about it, Yue'er, my human form is in no way inferior to your beast husbands!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Ye Ling, whose face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He actually wanted to say that he was more handsome than Ye Ling, but he swallowed the words back, lacking the confidence to say it...

Ye Ling's silver eyes shone with a cold light, almost solidifying, and her aura became dangerous and icy.

An invisible pressure spread out, causing the old witch doctor squatting on the ground to shrink his neck and dare not breathe.

His voice was terrifyingly low, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "What...did...you...say...that...you...be...the...eighth...beastman?"

The chilling killing intent seemed to have a tangible form, pointing directly at the golden-haired man who was the Golden Silkworm King in human form.

The Golden Silkworm King seemed completely oblivious, or rather, he didn't care at all.

Instead, he stepped forward, getting closer to Su Xiyue, his golden eyes filled with anticipation and trepidation: "That's right! Yue'er, look, this silkworm can not only cure all poisons for you, but also condense golden beads, and spin silk to make beautiful clothes. Now I can even transform into human form to accompany you. I'm multi-talented, much better than them! And this silkworm promises that I will only be good to Yue'er!"

As he spoke, he tried to take Su Xiyue's hand.

Ye Ling's silver eyes were cold, and a dangerous smile curved her lips: "Looks like you're tired of living."

In an instant, his five fingers transformed into claws, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as he grabbed at the obstructing hand without mercy.

The Golden Silkworm King's expression changed slightly, and he tried to teleport away with a flash of golden light.

But Ye Ling's speed was as fast as a ghost, and the pressure of a peak 12th-tier expert was like a tangible cage, instantly imprisoning the space.

"boom!"

A muffled thud was followed by a faint "crack" as bones dislocated.

The Golden Silkworm King let out a muffled groan as he was violently thrown away by an irresistible force.

It crashed heavily into the pile of herbs in the corner of the yard, scattering the herbs all over him.

"Oh dear, my herbs!"

The old witch doctor's face twitched with heartache, and he muttered discontentedly.

"Cough cough..."

The Golden Silkworm King struggled to his feet, a few strands of hair clinging to his golden hair, his handsome yet otherworldly face filled with astonishment and pain.

He clutched his right arm, which was clearly dislocated, and stared at Ye Ling in disbelief. "You...you dare to hit me?"

He had cultivated for hundreds of years and was known for his Gu technique to detoxify, but after transforming into human form, he believed his strength was not weak. Yet, he couldn't even last a single move against this silver wolf.
It's not fair to say that the Golden Silkworm King is inferior to Ye Ling, but his abilities lie not in martial prowess, but in casting Gu poisons and detoxifying.

In terms of both casting spells and detoxifying, almost no one can match him.

"It was you who hit!"

Ye Ling exuded a chilling aura as she approached step by step, her long, dark hair moving without wind, and her powerful presence seemed to freeze the entire courtyard.

Even the burning torches seemed to have dimmed a bit.

He looked down at her with eyes as cold as sharp blades, as if he wanted to tear this foolish sacred object to pieces. "If you dare touch Yue'er again, or mention the eighth beast husband again, I will turn you, this sacred object, into a pool of liquid gold today!"

His intense killing intent was undisguised.

The old witch doctor was so frightened that he dared not utter a sound, and obediently shut his mouth and squatted to the side to watch the show.

The Golden Silkworm King struggled to its feet, its golden hair streaked with grass clippings, but it still dared to sneer, "Don't think I'm really afraid of you. If you anger me, I'll turn you into an ugly monster. I'll make sure your body is covered in festering sores, and then we'll see if Yue'er still likes you!"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of silver light appeared before his eyes.

Ye Ling's figure vanished on the spot like a ghost.

The next instant, icy fingers gripped the Golden Silkworm King's neck with the precision of iron clamps, lifting him up.

The terrifying pressure of a peak twelfth-tier expert crashed down like a tangible mountain.

It instantly crushed the weak resistance around the Golden Silkworm King.

"Uh……"

The Golden Silkworm King's face flushed red instantly, and he let out a painful groan as his legs kicked futilely in the air.

His prized poison techniques were rendered useless by the overwhelming power and speed, leaving him no chance to even use them.

For the first time, fear appeared in those eerie golden eyes.

This isn't the first time.

I felt the same way when I was captured by that old hag, Feng Yan, from the Phoenix Clan last time.

He could sense that the other person was serious and really intended to kill him.

"How about trying something different?"

Ye Ling's voice was icy cold, a violent killing intent surging deep within her silver eyes, and the fingers gripping her throat slowly tightened. "Or, shall I crush this noisy insect of yours right now?"

If it weren't for the fact that the plague hadn't been eradicated yet, he would have already crushed that damned bug to death.

"Stop! Ye Ling!" Su Xiyue rushed forward and tried to pry Ye Ling's tense arm, but she couldn't budge it no matter how hard she tried.

She could feel the terrifying power contained beneath that arm, and she was afraid that he would crush the Golden Silkworm King with the slightest force. "Let him go! He was just joking!"

Ye Ling lowered her head and met her anxious eyes, the violence in her eyes subsiding slightly.

But he didn't loosen his grip, coldly staring at the Golden Silkworm King in his hand, which looked like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered. "Moon, some things are not to be joked about."

The Golden Silkworm King, his eyes rolling back in his head from being choked, managed to utter a few words with difficulty: "Moon...Moon...save...save me..."

For a fleeting moment, he really wanted to cast a spell on Ye Ling to turn her into an ugly monster.

But he was also afraid that the other party would kill him.

Su Xiyue was extremely anxious: "I know, but with the plague raging now, we still need the Golden Silkworm King's help."

Without the Golden Silkworm King, she would be completely lost; how could she possibly develop a cure for the plague within three days?

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling's silver eyes flickered slightly, and she finally released her grip.

The Golden Silkworm King fell to the ground like a discarded rag doll, clutching his throat and coughing violently until tears streamed down his face.

For the first time, he felt that he had almost lost his life here.

too frightening.

This Night Feather is even more terrifying than that old witch, Phoenix Flame.

Su Xiyue squatted down, looking at the disheveled Golden Silkworm King with a complicated expression.

But his tone softened, with a hint of coaxing: "Little Jin, I know you're powerful. You're a sacred object of the Medicine Gu Clan, and curing all poisons might not be difficult for you. But now is not the time to negotiate."

She looked out of the courtyard and saw orcs carrying torches hurrying by every now and then.

His voice was heavy: "Look outside. I wonder how many orcs, females, the elderly, and cubs, might not survive tonight? It's a plague, a catastrophe that will kill many, many people. Every moment of delay could mean the death of another person."

The Golden Silkworm King rubbed his throbbing neck, pouted, and muttered under his breath, "So what if I die? What does it have to do with me..."

But his golden eyes still couldn't help but glance out of the courtyard.

Although all the infected orcs migrated to the foot of the mountains west of the tribe.

It's some distance from here.

But somehow, I could still hear the violent coughing and painful groans in my ears.

However, he had lived for hundreds of years and had long been accustomed to birth, aging, sickness and death.

Honestly, I don't feel much about what's happening in front of me.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Su Xiyue sighed inwardly and could only continue to gently persuade him:
"How can it not concern you? You are a sacred relic! A supreme sacred relic, possessing detoxification abilities that others can only dream of. This is the perfect opportunity for you to demonstrate your abilities and accumulate unparalleled merit!"

"Merit?"

The Golden Silkworm King's expression shifted slightly; he seemed somewhat interested in the word, yet also somewhat bewildered.

The main problem is that I don't understand it very well.

"Yes, it's about accumulating merit!"

Seeing his expression soften, Su Xiyue was secretly pleased and continued, "As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, let alone saving the lives of an entire tribe, or even all the beastmen on the entire Beast World Continent. What a great act of kindness that is! How many living beings will feel heartfelt gratitude and faith in you? These invisible and intangible things are the most precious and beneficial to your cultivation as a sacred object that has achieved success in cultivation."

She paused, observing the Golden Silkworm King's thoughtful expression, and continued, "Think about it, when the plague recedes, the entire tribe, even the orcs of the entire continent, will sing your name: the great Golden Silkworm Saint King, compassionate and merciful, saving all living beings from suffering! The ever-flowing power of faith will be enough to make you shine even brighter, advancing you to a higher level. Perhaps... it will even allow you to shed your mortal silkworm body more quickly and transform into a higher form of life?"

Her voice was full of allure and seduction.

The Golden Silkworm King couldn't understand what the power of faith was, but the words "strength" and "transformation" precisely struck at what he longed for deep in his heart.

He cultivated for hundreds of years, wasn't it all to become stronger and get closer to the legendary Divine Silkworm Realm?
As for becoming the eighth beast husband… he secretly glanced at Ye Ling beside him, who was like a demon god, her silver eyes still coldly staring at him.

Then I thought of Mo Lin, who was aloof and taciturn but ruthless in his actions.

And then there was that smiling old fox who, despite his slyness, instilled a sense of danger in him.

And several other equally terrifying guys...

Especially Qingzhu, whose sharp tongue can be deadly, and Crazy Dragon.

The Golden Silkworm King couldn't help but shiver.

In order not to be torn to pieces.

Forget it, my life is more important. It's too dangerous around Yue'er. Cultivation is more practical.

"Cough cough..."

The Golden Silkworm King cleared his throat, trying his best to maintain the dignity of the sacred object, even though his face was still covered in dust and grass clippings, and his posture was somewhat disheveled.

But his tone became enigmatic: "What you said, Yue'er... makes some sense. As a sacred creature, I am compassionate and cannot bear to see living beings suffer. This plague is indeed too dangerous, and only I can intervene!"

He stood up, dusted off his golden robe, straightened his back, and adopted a compassionate demeanor: "As for that beastly husband thing..."

He glanced quickly at Ye Ling, then immediately changed his tune, "How could I be the kind of person who takes advantage of others in distress or lusts after beauty? I was just joking, testing your sincerity towards Yue'er, you wolf. Hmm, not bad, not bad at all!"

To forcibly salvage some dignity.