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

Chapter 378 Warmth Under the Night
He landed beside Xuanming, frowning as he looked at the lifeless Wuhuan man on the ground. "Why didn't you leave any survivors?"

Xuanming flicked the blood off his claws, his expression somewhat innocent: "This bastard tried to run away, and couldn't control his strength for a moment."

Mo Lin transformed back into human form and walked over with a cold expression. "So what if he's dead? He was just a sixth-tier beastman. It's not that rare."

As he spoke, he stepped on Wu Huan's head, twisted it half a turn, and with a crisp crack, he died completely.

Only after making sure he was completely dead did he lift his foot.

Ye Ling: “.”

There's no need to go to such lengths.

Bai Qi and Qing Zhu rushed over when they heard the commotion. When they saw Wu Huan on the ground, they immediately understood what had happened.

"Winged Tiger Tribe orcs?"

Although Bai Qi didn't know exactly who the other person was, the tiger stripes on that arm were very obvious.

Xuanming nodded, "He is Wuli's younger brother, Wuhuan."

Ye Ling narrowed her silver eyes slightly: "They came for Yue'er."

He overheard the other party's words as they fled: "Your wolf tribe wants to monopolize the Beast God's messenger."

The other party's purpose is then obvious.

Considering the recent actions of various tribes, there's nothing I can't understand.

The Winged Tiger Tribe is trying to get something for nothing.

What Ye Ling could think of, the men present naturally thought of as well.

A cold glint flashed in Qingzhu's emerald eyes as she glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground: "That brat Wuli is quite cunning, daring to send someone to kidnap Yue'er. He's got a death wish. I'll go to the Winged Tiger Tribe tonight and kill him."

Any one of them could easily wipe out any tribe in the lower realm.

However, they have always kept a low profile and have no ambition, so apart from the members of the wolf tribe, no one knows their actual strength.

Otherwise, even if Wuli had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to plot against the wolf tribe, let alone kidnap people.

Bai Qi's eyes flickered slightly as he recalled what Yue'er had said to him about luck that evening.

They have already cultivated immortality, and getting too involved in karma and killing will not benefit them.

In particular, if he wants his fortune to improve, he should avoid committing further killings.

“Wuli certainly needs to be taught a lesson, but we shouldn’t intervene directly in this matter. Cultivators must be wary of getting entangled in karma. It’s really not worth letting these trivial matters affect our cultivation.”

Bai Qi slowly spoke, looking at the group, "Here's what we'll do. I'll issue a decree in the name of Beast King City, saying that the Winged Tiger Tribe is colluding with the Boar Dog Tribe and harbors ill intentions. Then I'll send beastmen over to teach them a lesson and punish them by making them pay tribute every year from now on."

Beast King City was a behemoth in the eyes of the Winged Tiger Tribe and the Boar Dog Tribe. Even if they were wronged, they could only grit their teeth and accept it.

The Winged Tiger Tribe deserves to die, and the Pig Dog Tribe isn't much better.

The suggestion was immediately approved by everyone.

After a moment of contemplation, Ye Ling nodded: "Let's do as Bai Qi says."

Although it benefited Wuli, as Bai Qi said, they were all cultivators and it was really not advisable for them to get involved in too much karma.

"They got off too easily."

Qingzhu snorted coldly, her emerald eyes sweeping over the corpse on the ground: "You brute, remember to burn this corpse to prevent the spread of plague."

Mo Lin turned and walked towards the tribe. "I'll go and inform the patrol team to strengthen their defenses."

Several people dispersed.

With a flick of his fingertips, Xuanming flicked the crimson lotus fire, and the corpse on the ground, its head blown off, turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

He suddenly remembered something and shouted at Mo Lin's back, "Hey, you black worm, what about that slap I got earlier?"

Mo Lin didn't even turn his head: "I'll let you draw it back next time."

"That's what you said."

……

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the window.

Su Xiyue was suddenly awakened by the system's voice in her mind.

“Host, if it weren’t for that idiot Xuanming last night, you would have been kidnapped.”

His voice carried a hint of schadenfreude.

Hearing the voice in her mind, her drowsiness vanished instantly, and she became mostly awake.
They discovered it was already daylight, and Feng Su wasn't in the room either; they wondered what she was doing there.

She didn't pay much attention, yawned, and sat up. "What exactly happened?"

The system quickly recounted what had happened the previous night, including how the beastmen were dealt with.

Su Xiyue didn't take it to heart at all after hearing it.

She herself was already at the peak of Qi Refining, only half a step away from Foundation Establishment.

Not to mention that Feng Su slept next to her last night, and Ye Ling also lived next door.

There are also several other men in the house.

If that Wu Heng really dares to show up in front of her, he won't even know how he died.

Therefore, she wasn't worried about her safety at all.

The beastmen didn't immediately annihilate the Winged Tiger tribe, nor did they kill Wuli. Clearly, they had listened to what Bai Qi had said.

She didn't care about these things, as long as they didn't appear in front of her.

After breakfast, she went straight into the east wing, sat down at the loom, and skillfully continued weaving, using both her hands and feet.

Her mind was completely absorbed in the shuttle and lines in her hands, as if the whole world had quieted down.

The loom creaked and groaned all day long.

As dusk settled, Xuan Yuanming pushed open the door to the east wing and stood there in the doorway, his silhouette seemingly edged with gold against the last rays of sunlight.

Su Xiyue was arranging the silk threads when she heard the noise and looked up, meeting those dark golden eyes. "Is it time to eat? If you made dinner, then I'd rather not eat."

Today was supposed to be Xuan Yuanming's turn to cook, but Mo Lin complained that it was too bad, so he cooked for himself in the morning and at noon.

If Mo Lin cooks this dinner, it'll be alright. But if Xuan Yuanming cooks it, then forget it; she'd rather go hungry.

Xuanyuan Ming chuckled upon hearing this. He knew his cooking skills were so poor that even he didn't want to eat them, so he naturally wasn't angry at these words.

"Don't worry, Mo Lin cooked dinner."

He strode in, glanced at the tall pile of silk fabric beside him, and forcefully pulled her up from the loom. "You've been knitting all day, aren't your hands sore?"

Su Xiyue looked down at her hands and realized that all ten of her fingers were rubbed raw and her arms were so sore that she could hardly lift them.

"I'm fine, I just need some rest."

She didn't care and tried to pull her hand away, but Xuan Yuanming held it tightly, his deep voice carrying a hint of reproach: "Your fingertips are almost worn raw, and you still say it's nothing."

Then, out of nowhere, a jar of ointment appeared, and it was carefully applied to her finger.

She looked at it with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "Where is the skin broken? It's just a little red, I'm not that delicate."

Although she thought the man was making a fuss over nothing, she was actually quite happy.

Xuanyuan Ming smiled and said in a deep voice, "It's only right that my females are a little pampered."

He glanced at the five or six baskets of silkworm silk beside him and frowned instantly.

If she finishes knitting all of this, will Yue'er still have her hands?
When spring comes next year, the insect tribe will surely use silkworm silk for trade again.

It's definitely not feasible to have Yue'er do all the knitting by herself.

"Don't weave anymore, let the other females in the tribe do it. If they don't know how, you can teach them first."

He pulled over a stool and sat down, forcibly pulling Su Xiyue into his arms and letting her sit on his lap: "Anyway, these kinds of trivial matters can be left to them to handle. There's no need to do everything yourself and exhaust yourself. You can use that time to spend with the kids, with us, or cultivate."

He loved seeing her laugh freely and without a care in the world.

Instead of being bound by these trivial matters.

Su Xiyue suddenly felt that what Xuan Yuanming said made a lot of sense.

When we officially start trading with the insect tribe next spring, there will be more and more silk.

She can't possibly do all the knitting herself; she'd never finish even if she worked herself to death.

"I understand, don't worry."

She leaned into the man's arms, closed her eyes, and said, "I'm a little tired, I'll lean on you for a while."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Yuanming tightened his grip on her, allowing her to lean more comfortably in his arms.

He looked down at the person in his arms, his eyes tender.

The two sat in the east wing for a while, rested for a bit, and then got up to go out for dinner.

As night deepened, the silver moon, like a plate, cast its soft light, adding a hazy veil to the small courtyard.

Tonight it's finally Xuanyuan Ming's turn.

This was the first intimate contact between the two since they separated due to a misunderstanding and then reconciled.

After dinner, the yard was quiet, with only the chirping of insects.

After washing up, Xuanyuan Ming went to the master bedroom in a cheerful mood.

When he went in, he saw Su Xiyue sitting at the table, copying something carefully.

He bolted the door shut, walked over, and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

There was a paper book lying open on the table, with strange words and some odd hand gestures on it.

He couldn't understand the text, but he could make some sense of the hand gestures and symbols on it.

Yue'er was holding a piece of animal hide, diligently copying from a book. "What is this? Why can't I understand the writing on it?"

He pointed to the open book.

Su Xiyue paused in her copying, then smiled and explained, "This is a 'Complete Guide to Basic Spells' that I obtained by chance. It records all sorts of spells. I happen to recognize the characters, but considering that you might not, I specially translated and copied it into the Beast World's language. This way, it will be easier for you to understand and cultivate."

Seeing that he seemed to understand but not quite, she continued to explain: "You guys have basically converted the power of the beast world into cultivation, but you don't understand magic. Not understanding magic is like a tiger without teeth. You can't exert your full strength, and that won't work."

Xuanyuan Ming finally understood, his expression suddenly realizing: "I see. Then we really need to learn this magic properly. Yue'er's consideration is very thoughtful."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed her cheek, his voice full of tenderness.

They didn't ask where this magic encyclopedia came from. Everyone has their own secrets, so why ask too many questions?

Su Xiyue blushed slightly and glared at him coquettishly: "Stop fooling around, let me finish copying this 'Complete Book of Basic Spells' first."

(End of this chapter)