The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 281 - 240: Reaping What You Sow (2)

Terror like a ghost.

Except for the female slave trampled on the ground, the rest of the female guards dared not stay here, nor did they dare to look at Celestia Fawkes, and scattered away in a panic, crawling to escape.

In the chaos, a fiery figure descended from the sky.

Soren Phoenix landed, his feather robe fluttering, and upon seeing the state of his sister, a hint of horror flashed in his peach blossom eyes: "Little sister, you..."

"Brother!"

Celestia Fawkes, with tears streaming, wanted to rush over but was stopped by Soren when she was three steps away.

Her skin was rotting, maggots falling, pus flowing, the air filled with a nauseating stench, extremely repulsive.

Soren’s fiery red feather robe flapped in the night wind, he covered his mouth and nose, retreating: "How did it turn out like this?"

Seeing his sister, swollen, pus-filled, nearly like a huge sow, almost unrecognizable, his heart filled with shock and disdain.

He glanced at Ignatius Phoenix lying on the altar unable to rise, and the chaotic items on the altar, roughly guessing the situation.

It seemed like the curse had backfired, though he didn’t know why.

But as the saying goes, self-inflicted misfortune cannot be lived through.

Celestia Fawkes was in pain and itching all over, about to explain.

Suddenly, a majestic angry shout came from afar: "What’s happening?"

Phoenix Clan Chief Xylon Phoenix came rushing over upon hearing the news and immediately saw his daughter’s unbearable condition, instantly furious: "Celestia, you..."

"Father..."

Celestia Fawkes wailed and tried to rush over but was blocked by a wall of fire raised by Xylon.

"Don’t come over!"

Xylon’s forehead veins bulged, "Ignatius! What on earth is happening?"

The old sorceress lying on the ground trembled as she rose: "Clan Leader, this old one... this old one doesn’t understand either..."

Before she could finish his sentence, Xylon already kicked her in the chest: "Useless! Even a curse can be botched!"

Ignatius Phoenix coughed blood from the kick, dared not resist, and could only crawl: "Clan Leader, forgive me... this curse was originally meant for that female from The Lower Domain, don’t know why..."

"Don’t know why?"

Soren suddenly let out a cold laugh, eyes filled with mockery: "Little sister used such a vicious curse on others, now suffering the consequences, isn’t this karma?"

"Brother, how can you say that to me?"

Celestia Fawkes screamed, with maggots crawling out of the pustules on her face.

Disgusting both Soren and Xylon immensely.

Though disgusted, Xylon felt sorry for his daughter, glared at Soren with an ugly face, angrily said: "Bastard, your sister is like this and you still speak sarcastically?"

"Father!"

Soren played with the freshly acquired Fire Jade Pendant at his waist, his tone lazy, "You should ask her what sort of curse she laid, one that could cause skin to decompose, bones to grow maggots?"

Each word he spoke made his voice colder, "Such a vicious curse, now backfiring on oneself, who’s to blame?"

Around the altar, silence suddenly reigned.

Xylon looked at his son’s indifferent side profile, suddenly feeling extremely unfamiliar.

He turned to Ignatius, suppressing his anger: "Lift the curse! Immediately!"

Ignatius, trembling, face bitter, said: "Clan Leader, you might not know, to lift this venomous curse, you need the heart blood of the person the curse was meant for, as a guide..."

"The beloved one?"

Xylon hesitated, then suddenly thought of his daughter’s prolonged affection for Mael Valerius, that madman from The Dragon Clan, his face immediately darkened, "You mean, only Mael Valerius’s heart blood can save Tia?"

Ignatius nodded, did not speak.

Xylon trembled with rage, he naturally knew how much Mael Valerius despised his daughter, otherwise, he wouldn’t have rejected the marriage between the two clans, even going so far as to crush the marriage contract.

Expecting that brat from The Dragon Clan to use heart blood to neutralize Tia’s venomous curse, was out of the question.

Not only would Mael refuse, but even that old man Horace Valerius wouldn’t agree.

How precious is heart blood?

It’s not just blood, but the essence of life, containing powerful vitality.

Its importance is virtually indescribable.

Xylon’s face was so dark as if it could drip water, he stared at Ignatius: "There’s no other way?"

Ignatius shook her head, her voice trembling: "Clan Leader, this curse was intended to take lives..."

Before finishing her words, Celestia Fawkes suddenly screamed, her pustules burst and the foul-smelling pus splattered everywhere.

She frantically scratched her rotten skin, her nails digging into the flesh, tearing out chunks of bloody meat.

"Ah— so itchy! So painful! Father save me!"

Xylon felt a chill watching, and couldn’t care about anything else, he shouted sharply: "Someone! Go to The Dragon Clan immediately, tell Horace Valerius, if his son is willing to use heart blood to save my daughter, any conditions they want, bring them up."

As soon as the order was given, secretly there were guards ready to head to The Dragon Clan immediately.

Soren flicked a trace of Phoenix True Fire from his fingers, forcing the guards to retreat.

"Father has lost his mind?"

Soren played with the new Fire Jade Pendant, peach blossom eyes filled with mockery, "What if The Dragon Clan seizes the opportunity to ask for us to cede The Pyreflame Range?"

Moonlight filtered through the phoenix leaves, casting dappled shadows on the altar.

Celestia Fawkes’s screams mixed with the sound of dripping pus, chilling to the bone.

Xylon slapped a nearby stone pillar into pieces: "Then what do you suggest we do? Watch your sister rot into a pile of flesh?"

"Self-inflicted misfortune."

Soren suddenly used the Bone Knife to pry open Celestia Fawkes’s clawing arm, pus splattered on the hem of his feather robe, thinking this robe couldn’t be kept.

Even cleaned, it repulsed him.

But his words were: "Mael Valerius was mad for over a decade, finally purified the madness within, returning to normal, before used heart blood to lift a curse for Luna Sutton, Horace secretly must be outraged, distressed, do you think he would risk letting Mael challenge danger?"

The night wind carried dried phoenix leaves over the altar.

Xylon eyed his son’s carefree face, suddenly recalling how his son suppressed clan elders and elite warriors, forbidding them from attacking The Wolf Tribe of The Lower Domain.

Suddenly smacked him, angrily shouted: "Did you know this was going to happen long ago? Just for that female from The Lower Domain? Mael Valerius went mad, and you follow suit?"

This slap was extremely heavy, Soren was hit turning his head, the Fire Jade Pendant slipped from his fingertips, shattering on the altar.

Under the moonlight, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, slowly turning his head, the peach blossom eyes gleamed with cold light: "Father, this slap is a lot harsher than that old Horace giving it to Mael Valerius back then."

"Bastard!"

Xylon trembled with rage, pointed at him, cursed, "Your sister is on the brink of death, and you still have the heart to speak sarcastically?"

Soren wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his thumb, sneered: "The Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan have always had close relations, just because sister insisted on marrying Mael Valerius, and father pampered her, disregarding The Dragon Clan’s repeated refusals, pushing for this marriage, just for Mael Valerius to refuse to marry, went mad for decades, causing the originally close relationship to become tense."

His sneer grew stronger: "Father never reflected? Or in your heart, does sister really matter more than the Phoenix Clan?"

Xylon was pierced by his son’s words, his face turned blue, the phoenix leaves at his feet trembling and rustling.

The torches around the altar suddenly flared three feet high, the flame pattern between his brows seemed alive: "Impudent!"

"Am I wrong?"

Soren ignited a cluster of Phoenix True Fire on his fingertips, the flame illuminated his blood-stained lips, "Mael Valerius would rather crush the contract to annul the marriage, yet sister insisted—"

"Pa!"

Another slap turned his face, the fiery red feather robe torn in the night wind.

Xylon’s voice was colder than ice: "Order, immediately dispatch troops to The Lower Domain."

But no mention was made of heading to The Dragon Clan, clearly aware of the issue.

Though he loved Celestia Fawkes dearly, no matter how much he loved her, it certainly couldn’t compare to the importance of the Phoenix Clan.

Thus, The Wolf Tribe of The Lower Domain became the outlet of his wrath.