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

Chapter 372 The Dragon Clan Arrives
She turned over and stared blankly at the moonlight outside the window.

Xuanming had already fallen asleep beside her, his breathing even.

The next morning, Su Xiyue woke up with dark circles under her eyes and found that Xuanming was no longer in bed, and she didn't know where he had gone.

She quickly put on her animal skin skirt, combed her hair simply, and opened the window to let in some fresh air. She saw Xuanming sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, meditating, with the surrounding spiritual energy flowing into his body like a honeycomb.

She carefully sensed it and discovered that in just one night, the orc power within Xuanming's body had been completely converted into cultivation, displaying the eleventh level of Qi Refining.

She was shocked; this cultivation speed was simply too heaven-defying!

Didn't that idiot say he couldn't understand it last night? I didn't see him practicing at all last night; he was clearly sleeping soundly.

In just one morning, he successfully completed the cultivation and converted all the power in his body into spiritual energy for cultivation.

If it were Qingzhu, Yeling, or Molin, she might not be so shocked; instead, she would think it was only natural.

But Xuanming always gave her the feeling of being stupid.

I never expected him to be so quick to understand and talented. This isn't stupidity at all; it's clearly a case of great wisdom appearing as foolishness.

I underestimated him.

She sighed inwardly, naturally feeling happy for Xuanming.

If even Xuanming succeeded in cultivating in one night, the other men must have succeeded as well.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave the room to go to the backyard to wash his face.

Hearing Feng Su, who lived on the second floor, suddenly open the window and stare at Xuan Ming in the courtyard below with a dark face, she said, "You brute, why are you stealing my spiritual power for no reason?"

His voice carried a hint of exasperation.

Xuanming opened his eyes impatiently and looked up at Feng Su by the second-floor window: "Who stole your spiritual power? Did they write your name on this spiritual energy?"

His spiritual energy had not yet dissipated, and he glowed with a faint red halo in the morning light.

Enraged, Feng Su jumped out of the second-floor window and landed in the courtyard. Her fiery red feather robe was half-open, and her feather fan snapped shut, pointing at him: "You've drained all the fire-type spiritual energy within a ten-zhang radius. How am I supposed to cultivate?"

"You blame others for your own incompetence."

Xuanming chuckled, his bronze chest faintly visible in the morning light, his expression somewhat smug: "If you're so capable, why don't you try stealing it yourself?"

"you……"

Feng Su was so angry she was about to faint, and was about to explode.
Suddenly seeing Su Xiyue walk out of the main room, his expression immediately changed, and he flashed a dashing smile, "Little Yue'er, look at this brute!"

Su Xiyue looked at Feng Su, then at Xuan Ming, and instantly understood what was going on.

Both of them possess top-grade fire spiritual roots, so they naturally attract surrounding fire-type spiritual energy when cultivating.

The fire-elemental spiritual energy in this courtyard is limited, so if the two cultivate at the same time, they will inevitably affect each other.

Suddenly, I started to get a headache. We've only just started cultivating, and we're already having internal conflicts. Will we have to fight every day from now on?
"Stop arguing, all of you. Can't you cultivate at different times or find another place to cultivate instead of arranging to do it all at once?"

Su Xiyue glared at the two of them with annoyance, then turned and went to the backyard to wash up.

Feng Su and Xuan Ming were left looking at each other, each snorting before turning their heads away.

Feng Su did not stay in the courtyard any longer, and prepared to find a place nearby to start cultivating again.

If he had to cultivate in the same courtyard as this brute every day, he was afraid he would be driven to his death by anger.

Xuanming ignored the show-off and closed his eyes to continue cultivating.

The feeling of this practice is so amazing, I just can't stop.

Qingzhu was equally unstoppable. He had only glanced at the "Basic Demon Codex" a couple of times last night and understood it. In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he had converted all the power in his body into spiritual energy cultivation.

Successfully entered the eleventh level of Qi Refining.

This morning, he even broke through to the twelfth level of Qi Refining, a truly monstrous feat.

In just one night.

This cultivation speed is simply heaven-defying; others probably can't even catch up to it.

The room on the far east side of the second floor.

Qingzhu sat cross-legged on the bed, her eyes closed, her expression indifferent and aloof. She was completely absorbed in her cultivation, oblivious to the noise in the courtyard, and didn't even notice that it was dawn.

Although Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Bai Qi, Feng Su, and Xuan Yuanming did not have Qing Zhu's abnormal cultivation speed, they were not bad either.

As early as dawn, they each converted the orc power within their bodies into spiritual power cultivation.

This resulted in everyone being so engrossed in their practice that no one was making breakfast.

After washing up in the backyard, Su Xiyue went to the kitchen and found the pot empty, with no fire lit.

Five furry wolf cubs, three Night Feathers, two Xuanmings, and eight snake cubs of different colors were huddled around a large piece of raw beef on the stove, gnawing away, their faces covered in meat scraps and blood.

Xuanyuan Yao and Xuanyuan Xiao were just hatchlings, and they also went over to try to gnaw on raw beef like their older brothers. Their little milk teeth had only just emerged, and they couldn't get them through no matter how hard they tried.

It was so anxious that it kept howling. When it saw her, it quickly darted over and climbed onto her body to beg for food.

At her feet were three phoenix chicks that had just hatched, and a little fox named Zhuohua, all staring at her expectantly.

Su Xiyue sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation. These men, once they started cultivating, didn't even bother to cook or care for their children.

She sighed resignedly, rolled up her sleeves, and started a fire to cook.

Fortunately, we have everything we need at home.

Before long, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen.

She deftly stirred the beef porridge in the pot, occasionally adding firewood to the stove. Three little phoenix chicks circled around her feet, chirping softly from time to time.

"Don't rush, don't rush, it'll be ready soon."

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, took out the steamed egg custard, and divided it into several portions with a small wooden spoon.

"Ouch."

Xuanyuan Yao tugged at her animal skin skirt with his little dragon claws, his golden eyes looking pitiful.

Xuanyuan Xiao, who was standing to the side, climbed onto her shoulder and stared intently at the pot.

"You two little gluttons."

She smiled as she took the two little dragon cubs down and served them each a small bowl of meat porridge, saying, "Wait until it cools down before you drink it, be careful it's hot."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xuanfeng suddenly rushed into the courtyard in a flurry of activity.

Seeing no one in the main room, he went straight to the kitchen and said to Su Xiyue, "Sister Xiyue, people from the Dragon Clan have arrived."

Su Xiyue paused, her expression slightly furrowed. "Who?"

“I don’t know them. They are two young dragon-beastmen carrying two large boxes. They said they were sent by the clan chief to deliver gifts to you.”

Xuanfeng took a couple of breaths and told the truth.

"Give me a gift?"

She sneered upon hearing this, "I cannot accept the Dragon Clan Chief's courtesy. Just let them leave."

The thought of that stubborn old man, Xuan Yuanhao, filled her with disgust.

Now you know to bring gifts? Where were you all this time?
Do you really think she cares about those things from the dragon race?
Xuanfeng was taken aback: "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"What's wrong?"

She raised her eyes, a hint of sarcasm flashing in them. "Back then, Xuanyuan Hao didn't even acknowledge his own grandson, let alone ever think of coming to see him. Now he thinks he can get away with it by sending a few boxes? There's no such thing as a free lunch. I can't accept this 'gift' from Chief Xuanyuan, and I don't want to dirty my hands. Xuanfeng, tell them to take their things and get out of the Wolf Tribe immediately."

Xuanfeng shuddered at the chill in her words, especially the part about "being a dragon after all..."

The words of advice rolled in his throat, but he ultimately didn't dare to utter them.

Just then, the light at the doorway dimmed slightly.

Xuanyuan Ming was standing there at some point, his tall figure almost blocking the entire doorway.

He clearly heard Su Xiyue's last, chilling words, "Get out..."

His dark golden eyes were deep and unfathomable. His gaze swept over Xuanfeng and finally settled on Yue'er's cool and aloof features.

The kitchen fell silent instantly, with only the soft crackling of the firewood in the stove and the sounds of the little one eating.

Su Xiyue turned around as if sensing something, and met Xuan Yuanming's complicated and unpredictable gaze.

The anger that Xuan Yuanhao had stirred in her heart burned even brighter, mixed with a sharp, stinging pain from being caught in the act.

"how?"

She raised her chin, her tone sharp, "Does Young Master think I'm being ungrateful and offending the Dragon Clan's 'good intentions'?"

Xuanyuan Ming did not answer immediately.

He stepped inside, his gaze shifting to Xuanfeng, his voice devoid of emotion: "Where are they?"

This refers to the two dragon-like beastmen who came to deliver gifts.

Xuanfeng was taken aback by the sudden drop in pressure and subconsciously pointed outside, "In...in the square..."

Xuanyuan Ming nodded: "Go and tell them to leave the things behind, and they can leave."

Xuanfeng looked at Su Xiyue with some hesitation.

Su Xiyue looked annoyed. "What, my words don't carry any weight anymore?"

"No, it's not."

Xuanfeng quickly waved his hand, "I'll go right away."

After saying that, he ran away in a flash.

The kitchen fell silent again.

Xuanyuan Ming walked to Su Xiyue's side, squatted down, and patted the heads of the two little dragon cubs.

"Moon."

His voice was low and tinged with helplessness, "My father..."

"Don't mention him to me."

She interrupted him coldly, "I risked half my life to give birth to two children for the dragon clan, and he, as their grandfather, hasn't shown the slightest appreciation? He hasn't even come to visit once. Who knows what he thinks of me behind my back, maybe he considers me an evil spirit, a wandering ghost. Now he thinks he can just brush it off with a few gifts? Do you think I'm that cheap?"

Xuan Yuanming felt a pang of pain in his heart as he looked at her angry little face.

He knew that what Yue'er said was true.

Even without Yue'er's knowledge, her father said even harsher things.

He also looked down on Yue'er from the bottom of his heart and refused to acknowledge her.

But she also knew her father's pride and stubbornness better than anyone else. Getting him to send orcs to deliver the gifts was already the biggest concession her father could make.

At least they weren't so averse to Yue'er.