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

Chapter 390 Dragon Clan
Su Xiyue quickly found Su Lie in the courtyard and went over to explain her purpose directly, "Father, the Dragon Clan's ancestral worship ceremony is at the beginning of next month. Tomorrow, Xuan Yuanming and I will take the dragon cub to the Upper Realm Dragon Clan. Ye Ling and the others also said they want to take the cub to the Phoenix Clan to broaden its horizons. I'll leave the matters of the Wolf Tribe to you."

Upon hearing this, Su Lie didn't stop him: "Go ahead, it'll be good for you to broaden your horizons."

Thinking that he had absolutely no idea how to farm, he frowned. "It's about that kind of land... Nobody in the Wolf Tribe really knows how to handle rice."

She knew her father would ask these questions, and smiled faintly: "Don't worry about that. My brother has already led the tribe's orcs to prepare the land, and I've soaked the rice seeds, which are sprouting. When I return from the Dragon Clan, it will be just in time for planting, so there won't be any delay. My brother will take people to level the irrigation ditches, and the rest will wait for me to come back."

"Alright, as long as you understand."

Su Lie nodded, watching his daughter turn and leave with a swift movement, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered the day of the sacrificial ceremony.

Not right.

Something is wrong.

The Yue'er of the past was lazy, greedy, and a little selfish, and she loved to play pranks.

Is it customary to use baby animals as offerings in spring festivals?

At most, she would purse her lips, but she would never be like that day, with cold eyes and an aura that made him tremble with fear.

There's also the knowledge about land, building houses, treating diseases... there's just too much to it.

Is it really true that the Beast God's enlightenment can completely transform a person, inside and out?
The more he thought about it, the more awkward he felt.

He turned and headed straight for the old priest's house.

The priest was fiddling with his tortoise shell inside the house when he caught sight of Su Lie entering. Without even lifting his eyelids, he said, "Speak quickly if you have something to say, or shut up if you have something to say. The old man is busy."

Su Lie didn't care about the old man's attitude. His brows furrowed, and he went straight to the point, "Old friend, don't you think there's something wrong with Yue'er? It's like... she's a completely different person?"

The old priest paused in his fiddling with the tortoise shell, realizing what the old man wanted to ask and that the other man was suspicious.

He pretended to do some calculations with his fingers: "The Beast God's messenger, enlightened by the Beast God, has gained insight and divine understanding, so naturally he is different from before. His vision, his temperament, and his abilities are all due to great fortune. His previous laziness and gluttony have long been washed away by divine light, so what's so strange about it? Don't make a fuss."

He waved his hand, as if shooing away flies, "Hurry up, hurry up, don't delay this old man's fortune telling."

Su Lie was speechless, but thinking about the tremendous changes his daughter had brought to the tribe, he finally suppressed his doubts.

That's true, the messengers of the Beast God... are always different.

The next day, it was dawn.

Several streaks of light shot into the sky and quickly disappeared into the horizon.

Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Bai Qi, Qing Zhu, and Xuan Ming, along with Yin Ren, Hei Sha, Shuang Yan, Xuan Ba, Xuan Yan, Zhuo Hua, three little phoenixes, and Mo Lin's eight snake cubs, led by Feng Su, headed straight for the Phoenix Clan's territory in the Upper Domain.

Su Xiyue sat on the back of Xuanyuan Minglong, with two curious little dragon cubs, one golden and one blue, wrapped around her wrists. She transformed into a dazzling golden light, tearing through space and clouds, heading straight for the Upper Domain Dragon Clan.

……

The Upper Realm, the territory of the Dragon Clan, is home to the incomparably majestic Dragon Abyss Palace.

The Xuanjia Guard knelt on one knee in the center of the hall and reported the news from the lower realm to Xuanyuan Hao without missing a single word.

"Abolish human sacrifice?"

Xuanyuan Hao tapped his fingertips on the armrest of his throne, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. "Rules passed down for millions of years, she just abolishes them like that. This imposter really dares to..."

The Xuanjia Guards dared not raise their heads: "The various races have reacted strongly, but Beast King City and the Phoenix Clan have already issued orders one after another."

"okay."

Xuan Yuanhao waved his hand impatiently to interrupt, then suddenly remembered the ancestral worship ceremony, his expression shifting slightly, "When will Ming'er and the others arrive?"

"Young Master and the others have already set off, and they should arrive at the Dragon Clan in less than three days."

The armored guard answered respectfully.

Xuanyuan Hao turned to look at the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the palace, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

After a moment, he said to the old steward waiting beside him, "Chen Yan, go and prepare the Amethyst Palace, and also prepare some..."

The words were on the tip of my tongue when I suddenly stopped.

How could he, the dignified patriarch of the dragon clan, possibly know what females like?
After hesitating for a while, he finally added with a dark face: "Pick some clothes and jewelry that the females like, according to the standards of the Dragon Clan's young lord's principal wife."

"Yes, patriarch."

Shen Yan accepted the order and left, but couldn't help but ponder it in his heart.

The status of the young emperor's principal wife is exceptionally high.

Does the clan leader really intend to accept that female from the lower realm and make her the future wife of the dragon clan leader?

Although he was puzzled, he dared not ask any more questions and turned around to arrange for the female slaves to clean up the Amethyst Palace.

……

Three days later, in the Dragon Clan territory.

A golden light tore through the clouds, and Xuanyuan Ming, transformed into a giant dragon, spiraled down and slowly landed on the huge jade plaza.

It then landed and took human form.

Su Xiyue also jumped off his back with the two dragon cubs.

"This is the dragon race?"

She looked around.

The surrounding mountains rise and fall, and the sea of ​​clouds rolls, exuding mystery and solemnity everywhere.

The jade plaza where they were located was paved with a single, huge piece of jade, smooth as a mirror, and radiating a faint, warm luster.

Not far away, a magnificent palace is built against the mountain, with a huge golden plaque hanging above the palace gate, bearing the three characters "Longyuan Palace".

His brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes, powerful and elegant, exuding boundless majesty. Xuan Yuanming nodded, his gaze sweeping around before finally settling on Su Xiyue. "Does Yue'er like it here?"

Su Xiyue withdrew her gaze and chuckled softly, "The scenery is quite nice; it's a good place to retire."

Xuanyuan Ming raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, but had not yet spoken.

The dragon guards had clearly spotted them and immediately knelt down to greet them, saying, "Welcome back, Young Lord."

Noticing Su Xiyue beside Xuanyuan Ming, he looked surprised, with a hint of contempt.

Is this the lower realm female Su Xiyue?

Back then, it was because of her that the young lord caused chaos throughout the entire dragon clan, even turning into a mad beast, and even the great shaman died.

She was indeed exceptionally beautiful, but unfortunately, her background was rather low.

Looking again at the two baby dragons in Su Xiyue's arms, whose auras were very pure, his eyes became fiery again.

What a genius dragon cub!
The dragon race hasn't had any offspring born for a long time; there are only two of them.

He glanced at Su Xiyue with a veiled look, tsk... So what if she comes from a humble background? She's got a good life.

Xuanyuan Ming's eyes swept over the guards who were looking at him with disdain, and his face instantly turned cold, with an invisible pressure spreading out.

The guards broke out in a cold sweat, lowered their heads even further, and turned pale.

He took Su Xiyue's hand and led her inside, his voice icy as he warned, "Yue'er is my partner, and Xiao'er and Yao'er are my bloodline. Anyone who dares to show the slightest disrespect will be sent to the Hall of Punishment to receive their punishment."

Su Xiyue glanced at the guards who were looking at her with disdain, a faint smile playing on her lips.

This is just the beginning.

She brought her son here today to dazzle these old fogies.

Xuanyuan Ming was about to lead her inside.

Suddenly, there was a burst of rapid footsteps.

The old steward, Shen Yan, rushed over with a group of female slaves, bowing respectfully: "Young Master, you've returned. The clan leader ordered me to prepare clothes, jewelry, and toys for the two young masters..."

As he spoke, his gaze couldn't help but drift towards Su Xiyue's wrist.

The two little dragon cubs immediately raised their heads warily and bared their teeth at him.

Shen Yan burst into tears: "He looks just like Shao Jun when he was a child."

Su Xiyue: “…”

What's wrong with this old man?

Xuanyuan Ming coughed lightly: "Let's go inside first and talk."

Shen Yan hurriedly led the way, chattering as they walked: "The clan leader specifically instructed that everything in the Purple Crystal Palace be arranged according to the standards of the young lord's principal wife. This is a thousand-year-old mermaid gauze curtain, that is a jade couch carved from ten-thousand-year-old warm jade, and there are also luminous pearls..."

Su Xiyue felt something was off as she listened, and raised an eyebrow at Xuan Yuanming: "The principal wife?"

Xuanyuan Ming was also somewhat surprised, as he was unaware that his father had arranged all of this.

However, he remained outwardly calm: "According to the rules of the Dragon Clan, my partner is naturally the principal wife."

She scoffed, too lazy to expose him.

Those ancient dragons don't even acknowledge her existence as a "female from the lower realms".

Xuanyuan Hao despised her to death, so how could he possibly give her the treatment of a principal wife?

It was probably arranged by this man himself.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Xuan Yuanhao had appeared at some point and was slowly walking towards us.

His golden eyes swept over Su Xiyue, then quickly settled on the two little dragon cubs, his dignified face instantly softening.

"Father."

Xuanyuan Ming nodded slightly as a gesture of respect.

Su Xiyue looked directly at Xuan Yuanhao, neither humble nor arrogant: "Clan Chief Xuan Yuan."

That counts as having given prior notice.

As for calling Xuanyuan Ming "father," she couldn't do it yet, and he probably wouldn't care anyway.

Xuan Yuanhao's face darkened when he heard the words "Clan Chief Xuan Yuan," feeling that the other party was tactless and didn't know how to be respectful.

But considering that the other party had given him two exceptionally gifted grandsons, he ultimately didn't dwell on these trivial matters.

His gaze was fixed on his two grandsons, and he beckoned to them: "Xiao'er, Yao'er, come to your grandfather."

The little golden dragon Xuanyuan Yao flicked its tail and darted back into Su Xiyue's sleeve.

The little green dragon, Xuanyuan Xiao, tilted his head to look at his grandfather, and suddenly "poof" spat out a small jet of water, which landed precisely on Xuanyuan Hao's head.

He got water all over his head and face.

Su Xiyue: “…”

Xuanyuan Ming: "..."

The steward, Shen Yan, and the female slaves all bowed their heads and pretended to be dead.

Xuan Yuanhao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but he couldn't get angry at his grandson. He wiped the water off his face with a sullen expression and could only glare fiercely at Su Xiyue: "Did you teach him?"

She spread her hands innocently: "The child takes after his father."

Xuanyuan Ming: "..."