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

Chapter 389 Let’s go together
However, he didn't say it aloud.

Feng Su instantly looked at Xuan Yuanming and rolled her eyes in a very unladylike manner: "Cousin, what are you saying? How many dragons does your dragon clan have in total? Of course you wouldn't be willing to use them as sacrifices."

Xuanyuan Ming wasn't angry at being exposed. Instead, a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he chuckled softly, "At least our dragon clan hasn't done anything so despicable."

Upon hearing the words "struck by lightning," Feng Su's face instantly darkened.

The other men also looked a bit dark; these words had clearly offended everyone.

Feng Su snapped her feather fan shut, her peach blossom eyes narrowing dangerously: "Cousin, do you mean our Phoenix Clan deserves to be struck by lightning?"

"I didn't say that."

Xuanyuan Ming shrugged, a mischievous glint in his dark golden eyes. "But the way some bird feathers look when they're scorched by lightning must be quite a sight."

"Looks like you're itching for a beating, cousin. How about I loosen up your muscles for you?"

Feng Su narrowed her eyes, a half-smile playing on her lips, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked, her fiery red feather robes fluttering even without wind, as if she were about to make a move.

Xuan Yuanming was not intimidated at all; on the contrary, his face showed some interest as he raised the corners of his lips: "It's still uncertain who will loosen whose muscles and bones, but a sparring match is fine. It'll be a good opportunity to test how well my cousin has learned the Jinghong Sword Technique."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a golden longsword flew out from behind him, heading straight for Feng Su's face.

The golden sword had barely flown three inches when Su Xiyue slapped it back into its sheath. "If you want to fight, go fight in the back mountain. Don't tear down my house."

Feng Su flicked her fiery red feather robe and turned to rush towards the back mountain: "Cousin, don't be so scared that you wet your pants."

"Ah…"

Xuanyuan Ming transformed into a golden light and followed closely behind.

The remaining few followed along to watch the excitement.

Su Xiyue shook her head helplessly. Ever since the beastmen started learning magic, they would find excuses to fight from time to time, and the commotion was getting bigger and bigger.

Last time, Xuanming and Feng Su almost blew up the back mountain during their sparring session, causing the tribe's orcs to think it was an enemy attack.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on, and ignored them, turning to go to the warehouse to select rice seeds.

Next month is the Dragon Clan's ancestral worship ceremony. Before heading to the Dragon Clan, we need to cultivate the rice seeds first.

Once we return from the Dragon Clan, we can start planting immediately without delaying spring plowing.

Having selected the seeds, she began the meticulous cultivation process.

She used her wood-based superpower to accelerate the growth of these rice seeds in batches.

The mountain behind the Wolf Tribe.

After the battle, apart from a few cuts on Feng Suyu's clothes and a somewhat disheveled appearance, she was not seriously injured.

Xuanyuan Ming felt refreshed and in a very good mood.

He was clean from head to toe, and even the hem of his clothes and hair were perfectly neat.

Feng Su's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and her gaze toward Xuan Yuanming seemed to spit fire.

That bastard cousin of mine, he was so ruthless, didn't he know how to give him any face?
He just couldn't understand it. He and his cousin were both at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and they had both learned the Amazing Sword Technique given to them by Xiaoyue'er.

When the two were fighting and sparring, they did not use any other means, so why did I lose so badly?
Feng Su dusted himself off in frustration, then suddenly noticed Qingzhu standing thoughtfully to the side.

He narrowed his peach blossom eyes and walked over. "Poison Bamboo Shoot, what trick have you figured out?"

Of the seven, Bamboo was the most quick to learn; he learned everything very fast, and even the most difficult spells were mastered instantly in his hands.

They always seemed particularly stupid.

Fortunately, there was a brute to back him up.

This guy still hasn't figured out the Amazing Sword Technique.

Qingzhu's emerald green eyes swept over Feng Su's disheveled appearance, and she said calmly, "The Jinghong Sword Technique emphasizes controlling the sword with intention. You are too fixated on the moves."

He casually plucked a bamboo leaf, flicked it forcefully, and said, "Watch closely."

Suddenly, the bamboo leaf transformed into a streak of blue light, tracing a mysterious path in the air, with a faint sound of swords clashing.

It suddenly stopped in front of Mo Lin, not far away, and remained suspended without falling.

"The essence of swordsmanship is formless; why be bound by rigid forms?"

He retracted the bamboo leaf, his emerald eyes sweeping over everyone. "The Soaring Swan Sword Technique emphasizes intent over form. You are all too bound by form, neglecting the essence of sword intent."

A flicker of realization crossed Mo Lin's deep eyes, and a look of understanding appeared on his cold and stern face.

Ye Ling looked at the green bamboo with her silver eyes and had to admit that this bamboo's comprehension of cultivation was indeed a notch above theirs.

Xuanming suddenly hung upside down from the tree, spinning the purple flying sword in his palm: "Poison Bamboo Shoot, don't be so cocky. I can still tear through the sword net with my wolf claws."

"Shhhhhh..."

Several more bamboo leaves appeared from Qingzhu's fingertips and shot towards Xuanming at an astonishing speed.

Xuanming's expression changed, and he nimbly rolled in the air, narrowly avoiding the bamboo leaves.

“Tuk tuk tuk…”

A bamboo leaf brushed past his clothes and embedded itself deeply into the tree trunk behind him. Xuanming landed on the ground, looking at the few bamboo leaves, his face darkening.

That bamboo is so damn cunning, it actually launched a sneak attack.

Moreover, those bamboo leaves clearly contained sword energy; if one were to be hit, one would likely have several holes in their body.

"Hahaha…"

Feng Su mocked mercilessly, "You brute, aren't you ashamed? You can't even dodge the bamboo leaves of a poisonous bamboo shoot, yet you think you can tear through the sword net?"

Although he was mocking Xuanming, his eyes glanced at Qingzhu, his expression complicated.

Everyone was learning swordsmanship at the same time. Even this brute hadn't fully grasped it yet, and the others were only just beginning to understand it.

The green bamboo has reached the point where it can injure people with its leaves.

This gap is just too disheartening.

Xuanming's face darkened further. He glared at Feng Su, but surprisingly, he didn't retort.

Because he himself felt ashamed.

Feng Su was in a good mood, and even the frustration from her earlier defeat dissipated considerably.

Bai Qi glanced at Qingzhu and suddenly chuckled, "Qingzhu's comprehension is indeed extraordinary, far beyond our reach."

He paused, his fox-like eyes narrowing slightly. "However, there are more important matters at hand."

All eyes turned to him, waiting for him to continue.

Bai Qi said slowly, "The Dragon Clan's ancestral worship ceremony is at the beginning of next month. Yue'er and Xuanyuan Ming are going to take Xiao'er and Yao'er to the Dragon Clan. We can't just sit here and wait, can we?"

Feng Su raised an eyebrow and looked at everyone: "What's so difficult about that? I, the clan leader, suggest that we take the children to the Upper Realm for a stroll. The Phoenix Clan and the Dragon Clan are not far apart. After Yue'er finishes her ancestral worship, she can come to the Phoenix Clan to find us."

A hint of displeasure flashed in Xuan Yuanming's dark golden eyes as he stared at Feng Su: "What are you planning?"

Feng Su smiled and shook her fan: "Cousin, don't be nervous. I just think that since everyone is reluctant to part with Xiao Yue'er, why don't we go to the Upper Realm together? As the host, I will definitely take you to appreciate the scenery of various places in the Upper Realm, and also let the children see the world."

Before the snow season arrived last year, he suggested that everyone spend the winter in the Phoenix tribe.

At the time, Yue'er didn't want to go, and neither did anyone else, so the matter had to be dropped.

Now, Yue'er is taking her two dragon cubs and cousin to the Dragon Clan to pay homage to their ancestors.

Since we're about to part ways, surely he'll be willing to go, right?
Feng Su's suggestion brought a brief silence to the back mountain.

Ye Ling lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the hilt of the silver sword hanging at her waist. "That's one way."

He turned to look at Mo Lin, "You expressionless guy, what do you think?"

Mo Lin looked up at him, his cold face expressionless. "The kids should see the world."

It means I have no objections.

Xuanming grinned, "I don't care, I'll go wherever Little Moon goes."

"It's a beautiful thought."

Xuanyuan Ming rolled his eyes at him. "Yue'er is coming to the Dragon Clan with me, so it's inconvenient for you to come along. Just wait in the Phoenix Clan for now. We'll meet up with you there after we finish our ancestral worship."

Although Xuanming was somewhat displeased, he knew that the Dragon Clan's ancestral worship was a major event, and it was indeed inconvenient for an outsider like himself to accompany them.

He didn't say anything.

Bai Qi and Qing Zhu both expressed no objection; rather than staying in the Wolf Tribe and waiting idly, it would be better to go to the Phoenix Tribe.

At least we're closer.

After discussion, everyone decided to set off once Yue'er had finished dealing with her current tasks.

They took the beast cubs to wait at the Phoenix Clan, while Xuanyuan Ming took Yue'er and the two dragon cubs to the Dragon Clan to pay homage to their ancestors.

The group didn't stay on the back mountain for long and soon returned.

Su Xiyue soon found out about this.

At that moment, she was soaking the sprouted rice seeds in water. Upon hearing this, she didn't even look up: "Sure, it's a good opportunity to take the kids to see the world."

As he spoke, he put the last batch of rice seeds into the water, then looked up at them and asked, "When are you planning to set off?"

Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Bai Qi, and the others exchanged glances.

Finally, Xuan Yuanming spoke up, "The sooner the better. If there's nothing urgent here, how about we set off tomorrow?"

"Okay, I'll pack my things tonight."

Su Xiyue nodded. Actually, there wasn't much to pack; most of her things were in her spatial storage.

"However, I need to tell my father first."

She shook the water off her hands, left those words, and turned to leave.

It was obvious that she was going to talk to Su Lie about this.