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

Chapter 376 Even dogs won't eat it
As the afternoon sun slanted down, the elders of the various tribes returned home satisfied.

At the same time, it also took away the females who came to learn the craft.

Su Xiyue finally wove a small piece of silk cloth, as light as a cicada's wing and as smooth and soft as silk.

Looking at the small piece of silk cloth that I had woven myself, I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

He glanced at the ten baskets of silkworm silk beside him and sighed helplessly.

This is just the beginning; she's still a long way from achieving her ambitious silk empire.

However, once you have silk in hand and have successfully woven your first piece of cloth, you can take your time with the rest.

There is no rush.

He carefully put away the small piece of silk cloth and continued weaving.

The techniques taught by the Golden Silkworm King are indeed useful. Now it's much easier to weave. My fingers move back and forth on the loom, but my thoughts drift to distant places.

For some reason, the matter of Bai Qi's red aura came to mind again.

It's such a pity that the fortune of the purple-gold aura has fallen to the red aura.

This is not simply a matter of luck; it is also related to one's future personal achievements.

Although Bai Qi is already the Beast King of Beast King City and has no ambition to unify the Beast World Continent, who can say for sure what will happen in the future?

It's like Ye Ling once had a strange dream in which she became the God of War in the Immortal Realm.

Although it sounds ridiculous and unrealistic, since Ye Ling was able to dream about it, it might be some kind of omen.

While Su Xiyue was thinking about these things, her hands didn't stop moving. Her fingers flew across the loom, weaving silk threads into cloth.

By evening, she had woven two bolts of cloth, which were white, soft, and silky to the touch.

I've already made several pieces of clothing, but the colors are too plain.

She thought of the azurite ore she had previously mined, which could be used to dye these fabrics.

No rush, we can talk about it later when we have time.

"Little Moon, time to eat."

Xuanming's voice came from outside the courtyard.

She responded and carefully put away the two bolts of silk cloth, covering the loom with animal hide to prevent it from getting dusty.

He got up and went to the main room.

Dinner was prepared by Feng Su, and the taste was barely palatable.

Su Xiyue vaguely remembered that when Feng Su first came to the Wolf Tribe, the food he cooked was so bad it was almost poisonous and difficult to swallow.

Either too much salt was added, making it too salty to eat, or the heat was too high and the food was burnt, making it inedible.

After being mocked by Qingzhu's sharp tongue a few times, Feng Su actually put in a lot of effort to practice.

My cooking skills have improved slightly, but not by much.

Xuan Yuanming is also a terrible cook; these two truly deserve to be cousins.

Feng Su's cooking skills have at least improved a little, but Xuan Yuanming hasn't improved at all; he's the kind of person who just can't be taught no matter what.

Even though I follow the instructions exactly, the food I make always tastes terrible.

I wonder how much food they've wasted.

Perhaps Xuanyuan Ming was born without the talent for cooking, destined to have others cook for him.

Inside the main room, the family sat together for a meal. The table was laden with all sorts of dishes, but the taste was really not very good.

Xuanming picked up a piece of charred braised pork, frowned at it, and silently put it back in his bowl. "Show-off, your cooking skills haven't improved in a decade."

Feng Su glared at her with her peach blossom eyes and slammed her chopsticks on the table: "This clan leader cooked this himself. Why are you nagging when there's food to eat? Take it or leave it."

Bai Qi silently pulled a thin, long hair from the rice, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, only feeling full.

He calmly pushed the bowl of rice aside, a gentle smile still on his refined face, though a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes: "Clan Chief Feng's cooking is quite unique."

Just as Feng Su was about to retort, she suddenly heard a "smack".

Qingzhu put down her chopsticks expressionlessly, her emerald green eyes sweeping over her coldly: "The rice isn't cooked, it's undercooked."

Xuanyuan Ming threw down his chopsticks, reached out and tore off a piece of beast leg meat, and ate it elegantly, completely ignoring the blood still remaining on the beast leg.

His own cooking isn't much better, so what right does he have to criticize the food made by that show-off?

After you've eaten your fill, hurry up and start cultivating; there's no time to waste here.

Ye Ling picked up a piece of green vegetable with her chopsticks without expression, but her sharp eyes noticed a dead vegetable worm on it. The yellow leaves were not cleaned properly, and there were still roots mixed in. She silently put it back.

Mo Lin didn't touch his chopsticks at all from beginning to end; he had no hope for Feng Su's cooking skills.

He stood up with a cold expression: "Go redo it now."

Bai Qi followed with a smile: "I'll go help too, two people can get there faster."

Among the beastmen, Mo Lin and Bai Qi are the best cooks, followed by Qing Zhu and Ye Ling.

Xuanming's cooking tastes pretty good, but he's not very hygienic. He either doesn't wash the pot after cooking or the vegetables aren't washed properly.

It never looks clean and tidy.

Su Xiyue naturally lost her appetite, so she put down her chopsticks and went to the kitchen to help.

Feng Su looked at the untouched food on the table, a hint of frustration flashing in her peach blossom eyes.

He clearly followed the recipe, so why did it taste bad? Seeing Xuan Yuanming eating with relish, devouring a beast leg in the blink of an eye, he finally felt a little better.

As expected, it was my own cousin who gave me face.

Until he saw Xuanyuan Ming secretly spit out the bloody meat.

"..."

Feng Su narrowed her peach blossom eyes dangerously.

In the kitchen, Mo Lin deftly chopped ribs, the flash of the knife almost blinding.

Bai Qi then added water to the undercooked rice and simmered it over low heat.

Su Xiyue was bending over to wash mushrooms when she suddenly heard a constant "ding ding ding" sound in her head.

"Ding! Faith points from Ahua of the Rabbit Tribe +50, Faith points from Qingwu of the Deer Tribe +60, Faith points from Wanxing of the Mad Lion Tribe +45..."

Her hand trembled, and all the mushrooms fell into the basin.

After realizing what was happening, he quickly asked himself, "Master, why did my faith points suddenly increase? I didn't do anything!"

The system lazily said, "The females of the various tribes have learned how to braise pork. Although they don't have large iron pots, they use stone pots instead, and the taste is quite good. They have received praise from their respective beast husbands, and their relationships have become better and better. Naturally, they are grateful to you in their hearts."

Su Xiyue: “…”

The faith points came so easily, but I'm still very happy.

"So how many faith points do I have now?"

She asked herself a question silently.

The system silently calculated for a moment and then reported a specific number to her: "You now have 2375 faith points."

She nodded slightly, remembering that her last faith value was 1523, an increase of 852 points, which was not bad.

I wasn't chatting with the system; I was focused on washing the vegetables.

The aroma soon wafted from the kitchen.

Su Xiyue wiped her hands and watched their busy figures, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Bai Qi, come with me for a moment."

Bai Qi paused, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but he still followed her out of the kitchen and all the way to the master bedroom.

Ye Ling, Qing Zhu, Feng Su, Xuan Yuan Ming, and the others in the main room looked at each other in bewilderment upon seeing this scene, wondering what the two were doing in the room at this hour.

But it's not hard to guess that Yue'er probably has something she wants to say to Bai Qi.

The master bedroom door closed quickly.

Su Xiyue looked at Bai Qi with a serious expression and went straight to the point: "Do you know that your fortune was originally purple-gold?"

"What purple-gold color?"

Bai Qi looked somewhat bewildered, clearly not understanding.

Does this fortune even have color? Can it still be seen? I've never heard of such a thing.

Seeing his blank expression, she knew he probably didn't understand these things, so she patiently explained, "Luck is the fortune of each person. It has different colors, representing different fortunes. For example, black represents extremely bad luck, gray represents bad luck, white represents average luck, green represents slightly good luck, red represents very good luck, purple represents extremely high fortune, and gold represents great luck."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "I once looked at your destiny. It was originally an extremely rare purplish-gold color, the kind where purple is about to turn into gold. You were destined to soar through the heavens, but now you've fallen to red. Do you know why?"

Bai Qi's gentle and refined face froze for the first time.

He unconsciously rubbed his cuffs with his fingertips, suddenly remembering what the old priest had told him when he was young: "The Third Prince was born with an incalculable destiny, and his future achievements are limitless."

At the time, he took it as just a lucky saying and didn't take it to heart.

"What does 'moon' mean?"

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was a few decibels lower than usual, "Should I have been nothing more than the Beast King?"

"Yes."

Su Xiyue nodded, looking at him seriously, "You were destined to soar through the heavens, but your fortune was diminished by excessive killing."

She looked at him with a complicated expression, and finally asked the question that had been on her mind, "Besides being affected by the demonic gu and uncontrollably harming Xuanming and Xuanyuanming, how many other people have you killed that you shouldn't have?"

This is actually a somewhat sensitive question, but I couldn't help asking it anyway.

Bai Qi fell silent, a look of bewilderment and reminiscence flashing in his deep eyes.

He seemed to be reminiscing about the past, or perhaps reflecting on himself.

"I…"

He suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse: "I did make some decisions against my conscience for the sake of power and self-preservation, and I directly or indirectly harmed some people."

He thought he had forgotten those things, but now, when he thinks back on them, they are as clear as if they happened yesterday.

He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, his voice hoarse: "Yue'er, it's not that I intended to harm anyone. Sometimes I have no choice. If I didn't do it, I would be the one who dies."

Looking at his suddenly pale face, Su Xiyue felt a pang of heartache. "I understand. In a place like Beast King City, it's either you die or I live."

Bai Qi suddenly chuckled, but his eyes were icy cold: "Does Yue'er know who the first person I killed was?"

Before she could answer, he continued, "When I was seven, my fourth brother stole the things my mother left me and often bullied me. Then one day, I pushed him down the steps of the Beast God Temple. He broke his neck and died."

As he spoke, his voice grew even hoarseer, "Later I told my father that it was my eldest brother, Bai Ye, who pushed him."

The deepening twilight outside the window cast half of his body into shadow.

"I knew then."

He raised his hand to touch her shocked face. "In that cannibalistic place, you either become the butcher or the meat on the chopping block."