The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day

Chapter 516 - 389: Let’s Go Together

But he didn’t say this out loud.

Soren Phoenix instantly turned to Mael Valerius, rolling his eyes without a trace of elegance: "Cousin, the way you say this, how many dragons does your Dragon Clan even have? No wonder you can’t bear to use them as offerings."

Mael Valerius didn’t take offense at being exposed, instead he curled his lips in an evil smirk and snickered quietly, "At least we Dragon Clan aren’t guilty of such lightning-striking deeds."

Hearing the word ’lightning-striking’, Soren’s face immediately darkened.

The other men’s faces got a bit gloomy too; clearly, everyone got roasted together with that comment.

Soren snapped his feather fan shut with a ’pa!’ and narrowed his peach blossom eyes dangerously: "Cousin, are you saying our Phoenix Clan deserves to get struck by lightning?"

"I never said that."

Mael Valerius spread his hands, a mischievous glint in his dark golden eyes. "But I bet burned feathers after a lightning strike would look pretty interesting."

"Looks like you’re itching for another round, cousin. Want me to loosen up your bones for you?"

Soren squinted, a half-smiling look on his face. His fist crackled threateningly, and his Fiery Red Feather Robe billowed with no wind, clearly ready to throw hands.

Mael Valerius wasn’t fazed at all, instead looking rather entertained as he lifted his lips: "Who loosens whose bones is still up for debate, but a spar sounds fun. Might as well see how well cousin’s picked up that Jinghong Sword Technique."

As soon as he finished, a golden longsword shot out from behind him, slicing straight at Soren’s face.

Before the golden sword got more than three inches, Luna slapped it right back into its sheath, "If you guys want to fight, take it to the back mountain! Don’t wreck my house."

Soren tossed his Fiery Red Feather Robe, spun, and dashed off toward the back mountain: "Don’t pee your pants, cousin!"

"Heh..."

Mael Valerius became a streak of golden light and followed right after.

The rest exchanged knowing glances and trotted after to watch the show.

Luna shook her head helplessly. Ever since the Beast Husbands started learning spells, they’d find excuses to brawl every so often—and the commotion just kept getting bigger.

Last time, Malachi Arcanus and Soren almost blew up the back mountain during a spar, the Wolf Tribe thought it was an enemy raid.

She rubbed her brow, exasperated, didn’t bother with them, and turned toward the warehouse to pick rice seeds.

Next month is the Dragon Clan’s ancestral rite. Before heading to the Dragon Clan, she needed to nurture these rice seeds first.

Once she’s back from the Dragon Clan trip, she could sow them right away and not delay the spring planting at all.

After picking the seeds, she started careful cultivation.

Using her Wood Element Ability, she gave the rice seeds a mass acceleration in growth.

Back mountain of the Wolf Tribe.

When the brawl was done, aside from a few tears in Soren’s Feather Robe making him look a bit battered, there wasn’t any real injury.

Mael Valerius was fresh and lively—couldn’t be in a better mood.

He was completely spotless, not even a hair or a corner out of place.

Soren’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot; the glare he shot at Mael Valerius looked like it could ignite flames.

This bastard cousin hit so damn hard, didn’t even leave him any dignity!

He just couldn’t figure it out—with both of them at early-stage Foundation Establishment, and both learning Luna’s Jinghong Sword technique—

They didn’t use any other tricks during the fight, so why did he still lose so miserably?

Soren dusted himself off gloomily, then caught sight of Zeke Veridian standing nearby, lost in thought.

He immediately narrowed his peach blossom eyes, walked over, "Poison Bamboo, what’s your take?"

Of the seven of them, Bamboo has the best insight and learns everything freakishly fast; even the hardest spells, he picks up in a heartbeat.

Makes the other six look like idiots every time.

But hey, at least there’s a brute to lower the curve.

That guy still hasn’t mastered the Jinghong Sword technique.

Zeke’s emerald eyes glanced at Soren’s messy state, and said dryly, "Jinghong Sword Technique is all about controlling the sword with intent. You cling too much to the moves."

He grabbed a piece of bamboo leaf and flicked it hard, "Watch closely."

The bamboo leaf suddenly turned into a streak of green light, tracing a mysterious arc in the air; it even sounded faintly like a sword ringing.

It abruptly stopped right in front of Rhys Blackwood, hovering without falling.

"Sword intent is formless. Why get hung up on the moves?"

He took back the bamboo leaf, emerald eyes sweeping across the crowd, "The Jinghong Sword Technique values intent over form. You all focus too much on the appearance and miss the essence of sword intent."

Rhys’s deep eyes flashed with an epiphany, and his cold, stoic face finally showed some understanding.

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes glanced at Zeke, silently admitting that this Bamboo’s insight into cultivation was indeed a cut above.

Malachi Arcanus suddenly dropped down from a tree, dangling upside down, his purple flying sword twirling in his palm: "Poison Bamboo, quit showing off. I can still shred a sword net with wolf claws."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Zeke’s fingertips conjured several more bamboo leaves, launching them at Malachi at wicked speed.

Malachi’s face changed; he twisted nimbly in the air, barely dodging the leaves.

"Thunk thunk thunk..."

The leaves zipped past his coat, stabbed deep into the tree trunk behind—sunk in three inches.

Malachi landed and stared at the leaves, face turning even darker.

This damned Bamboo, so sneaky—pulling a cheap shot.

And those leaves were loaded with Sword Qi. If he’d taken a hit, he’d be wearing some extra holes now.

"Hahahaha..."

Soren laughed mercilessly, "Brute, aren’t you ashamed? Can’t even dodge Poison Bamboo’s leaves, but you wanna rip apart a sword net?"

Even while mocking Malachi, his eyes flicked toward Zeke with a complicated look.

They’d all started learning swordsmanship together—even the brute hadn’t figured it out yet; the rest barely scratched the surface.

But this Bamboo... he’s already reached the ’can hurt people with leaves’ stage.

The gap is seriously crushing.

Malachi’s face got even darker; he glared at Soren but, for once, didn’t snap back.

Because honestly, he felt pretty damn ashamed too.

Soren’s mood brightened, and his earlier frustration from losing faded away.

Kian Sterling glanced at Zeke, then chuckled, "Zeke’s insight is truly exceptional. We can only look up to him."

He paused, fox-like eyes squinting, "But, there’s something more urgent right now."

The others all looked at him, waiting for what came next.

Kian Sterling drawled, "At the start of next month, it’s the Dragon Clan’s ancestral rite. Luna and Mael will take Solly and Auri to the Dragons, and we can’t just sit around doing nothing, right?"

Soren arched a brow, looking around at everyone: "What’s the big deal? As Clan Leader, I say we just bring the kids and head to Aetheria for a stroll. The Phoenix Clan isn’t far from the Dragons; once Luna’s done with the rite, she can swing by Phoenix Clan and meet up with us."

Mael Valerius’s gold eyes flashed with displeasure, staring at Soren: "What are you plotting?"

Soren gave his fan a cheerful twirl, "Relax, cousin. I just thought, since none of us want to part with Luna, why not go to Aetheria together? As your local host, I’ll make sure you all see the best scenery Aetheria has to offer—and take the cubs out to broaden their horizons."

Last winter, before the snow set in, he’d suggested everyone go spend the season at Phoenix Clan.

Luna didn’t want to go, and neither did the rest, so the idea was shot down.

Now Luna was taking two dragon cubs and cousin Mael to the Dragon Clan for ancestral rites.

They’re about to split up, so surely everyone feels like going now?

Soren’s proposal brought a moment of silence to the back mountain.

Corbin lowered his gaze, fingers unconsciously rubbing the silver sword hilt at his waist, "Seems like a plan."

He looked at Rhys, "Stoneface, your thoughts?"

Rhys looked up, expressionless as usual, "The kids could use some real-world experience."

So, he’s got no objections.

Malachi bared his teeth, "I don’t care—wherever Luna goes, I go!"

"Dream on."

Mael Valerius shot him a look, "Luna’s coming with me to the Dragon Clan; you’re not really welcome. Just wait at Phoenix Clan—we’ll join you there once the rites are over."

Malachi wasn’t happy, but he knew the ancestral rite was serious business and he really wasn’t supposed to tag along.

So he kept his mouth shut.

Kian and Zeke both agreed. Staying in Wolf Tribe and waiting would suck, going with the group to Phoenix Clan sounded way better.

At least they’d be closer.

So everyone agreed to head out as soon as Luna wrapped up her stuff.

They’d take the beast kids to Phoenix Clan, while Mael Valerius took Luna and the two dragon cubs to the Dragon Clan for the rites.

They didn’t stick around the back mountain, and quickly headed back.

Luna found out about it soon enough.

At this point, she was dunking the already-sprouted rice seeds in water; without looking up, she said, "Sure, works for me. Better take the kids out to see the world while we’re at it."

She dropped the last batch of seeds in the water, finally looked up at them: "So, when are we heading out?"

Corbin, Rhys, Kian, and the others exchanged glances.

Mael Valerius took the lead, "The sooner the better. If there’s nothing urgent left, how about we set off tomorrow?"

"Alright, then I’ll pack up tonight."

Luna nodded, though there wasn’t much to pack—most of her stuff was in her spatial ring anyway.

"But, I need to let Dad know first."

She shook the water off her hands, tossed out that sentence as she turned and strode out.

Obviously off to find Lyle Sutton for a chat.