The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 282 - 241: Ancestral Hall

The night was as dark as ink, and the sycamore trees in Phoenix’s Roost Valley rustled in the wind, as if whispering secrets.

Xylon’s command was like a bolt of lightning, instantly shattering the silence of the night.

"The Clan Leader has ordered an immediate dispatch of troops to the Lower Domain, to attack The Wolf Tribe."

The Phoenix Clan’s guards quickly went down to spread the command, their voices echoing through the canyon.

Having prepared long before, the Phoenix Clan’s guards and elders swiftly mobilized, flames lighting up from all directions.

Soon, they gathered in the open square of Phoenix’s Roost Valley, waiting for the command to bloodily cleanse The Wolf Tribe.

Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes endured the severe pain as she climbed to her feet, immensely pleased, the tattoos on her face turning twisted.

She had ordered the attack on The Wolf Tribe two or three days ago, only to be suppressed by Soren.

After all, she was merely the Phoenix Clan’s shaman, with only advisory rights in the clan’s decisions, not decision-making power.

Now that the clan leader has ordered, let’s see how Soren can stop it.

She was ready to follow the elite warriors of the Phoenix Clan to the Lower Domain, not only to personally witness the destruction of The Wolf Tribe, but also to personally seize back the stolen Golden Silkworm King, then capture that vile creature to forge a curse, making her die in the most tragic and vicious manner.

Celestia Fawkes was equally delighted. Though she writhed in pain and itchiness, hearing her father’s words about attacking The Wolf Tribe, that pus-filled, festering face instantly displayed a twisted, hideous smile.

"Hahaha... Luna Sutton, let’s see how you die this time!"

It seemed she had already envisioned The Wolf Tribe being flattened, Luna Sutton kneeling at her feet, begging for mercy.

Celestia Fawkes felt a surge of pleasure, even easing the pain on her body a bit.

Soren’s face was extremely grim, he suddenly turned, and the fiery red feather robe drew an eye-catching arc in the night wind, his peach-blossom eyes flashing sharply: "Father, are you truly willing to let the entire Phoenix Clan bear the infamy of indiscriminate slaughter and bullying the weak just for my sister’s selfish desires?"

"Silence!"

Xylon erupted in rage, the flames between his brows flickering like a living creature, "That vile woman from the Lower Domain dared to harm my daughter, she must pay the price!"

"Harm her?"

Soren sneered, "If it weren’t for my sister and the shaman first casting a poisonous spell, how could they have suffered the consequences? What did they do from beginning to end?"

Xylon’s eyebrows furrowed tightly; he naturally knew what his son said was true, and understood that the predicament his daughter was in was her own doing.

He also knew that The Wolf Tribe was innocent from start to finish, but so what?

He sneered inwardly; a small, insignificant Wolf Tribe of the Lower Domain dared provoke his daughter? Even if they’re annihilated, it would only be like squashing an inconsequential ant.

Soren watched the cold indifference on his father’s face, his heart gradually sinking to the bottom of the valley.

He also knew his father was dead set on destroying The Wolf Tribe, to avenge his sister.

Moreover, he knew he was powerless to change it.

From a young age, he was clearly aware of how much his father doted on his sister, just because she was born of his father’s childhood sweetheart.

The two had never been together due to various reasons but secretly had a child.

After the sweetheart passed away, the father brought the sister back to the Phoenix Clan to raise, wanting stars, handing stars; wanting the moon, handing the moon; pampered as a jewel, cherished dearly.

His mother was the sister of Horace Valerius, Clan Leader of The Dragon Clan, politically allied with his father, without any affection between them.

This meant the father’s feelings for him were quite ordinary, mostly focused on the training of an heir.

"Father, are you really going to do this?"

Soren attempted one last time to persuade.

But Xylon didn’t even spare a glance, coldly waving his hand: "Someone, take the Young Master to the shrine to kneel, without my order, he is not allowed to take a step out."

As soon as the words fell, several guards emerged from the shadows, their gaze towards Soren filled with awe, yet they had to execute the clan leader’s command.

"Young Master, forgive us."

The leading guard murmured.

Soren’s fiery red feather robe fluttered freely, under the illumined flames, his handsome face flickered between light and shadow.

He did not resist, nor did he say another word, only took one deep look at Xylon, then turned to leave.

His fiery red feather robe in the night looking like a burning blaze.

Soren’s figure grew further and further away, eventually disappearing at the entrance of the shrine.

The moonlight was as gentle as water, spilling on the bluestone slabs of the Phoenix Clan’s shrine.

Soren quietly knelt before the jade platform that enshrined the ancestors, his fiery red feather robe gently swaying in the night wind, his fingertips playing with the fire jade pendant at his waist, light and shadow flickering in his peach-blossom eyes.

Outside the shrine, shadows of two guards cast inside from the entrance.

"Looks like the Young Master truly angered the Clan Leader this time, getting shut in the shrine to be punished..."

One of the guards said in a lowered voice.

"Shhh..."

The other guard nervously glanced around and also replied in a hushed tone, "Rumor has it the Clan Leader has already summoned Rhea..."

Before the words fell, the sound of fluttering wings suddenly came from afar.

A snow-white lark swept past the sycamore tree outside the shrine and shook off a few dry leaves.

Soren Phoenix kneeled on the cold ground, squinting at the outside of the shrine.

The lark coincidentally perched on the branch outside of the shrine, tilting its head to tidy its feathers, the dragon scale collar around its neck flashing in the moonlight.

"Heh..."

Soren Phoenix suddenly chuckled lightly, the Phoenix True Fire at his fingertips swiftly sprang up to the beam, illuminating the entire shrine as bright as day.

When the guards hurriedly pushed the door to check, they found the Young Master drawing phoenixes on the wall with flames, the Fiery Red Feather Robe making the room glow brilliantly.

"Get out..."

He said without turning his head, the flame at his fingertip suddenly surged three inches.

Meanwhile, Xylon Phoenix summoned his confidant Rhea, lowered his voice and said: "Take several Hidden Guards to find Mael Valerius. Once found, you need not kill him, just obtain his Heart Blood. Remember not to reveal your identity, and under no circumstances should The Dragon Clan become aware. Understood?"

"Rest assured, Clan Leader, I understand."

Rhea respectfully agreed and then quietly retreated.

A snow-white lark flitted past the treetops of the sycamore, the dragon scale collar around its neck flashed a faint light.

It tilted its head watching the departing back of Rhea, its pea-sized eyes darted back and forth, suddenly flapped its wings flying into the night sky.

Inside the shrine, the Phoenix True Fire at Soren Phoenix’s fingertip "crackled" extinguishing.

He stared at the feather drifting down from the sycamore tree outside the window, a mocking smile curled his lips: "Interesting..."

...

The Dragon Clan’s territory, atop a towering cliff.

Horace Valerius was meditating by Drakemere, the pool reflecting the starry sky.

Suddenly ripples appeared on the water, the lark precisely landed by Drakemere, a white light flashed, transforming into a man of handsome appearance.

The man knelt on one knee, respectfully said: "Clan Leader, there’s been trouble with The Phoenix Clan."

Horace Valerius slowly opened his eyes, the water reflecting his imposing dragon horn: "Speak."

"The Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes performed a malicious curse during tonight’s full moon, aiming at Luna Sutton, the Young Master’s favored female from The Lower Domain. Somehow, the curse rebounded onto Celestia Fawkes, not only did she swell to the size of a small mountain, but she also festered and oozed, itching unbearably."

The man whispered as he continued: "The Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes said only the Heart Blood of a true love can break it. Celestia Fawkes has always admired the Young Master, Xylon Phoenix has already secretly instructed his confidant Rhea to draw the Young Master’s Heart Blood, they likely have already set out..."

With a "crack" sound, the Dragon Scale Stone beside Drakemere shattered instantly.

"Xylon Phoenix, you old scoundrel..."

Horace Valerius transformed into human shape flying out of Drakemere, his eyes nearly shooting fire, "My son just regained his senses, dare touch a drop of his Heart Blood?"

The man transformed from the lark turned pale from Horace Valerius’ sudden burst of dragon might, but braced himself to continue: "Xylon Phoenix cherishes his daughter, also vented his anger on The Wolf Tribe of the Lower Domain, has ordered an attack, The Phoenix Clan’s elite warriors will soon reach The Lower Domain."

"Hmph, Celestia Fawkes, that girl, has a vicious heart, no wonder Mael Valerius is unwilling to marry her."

Horace Valerius snorted coldly, "This curse backlash, serves her right."

Saying this, he suddenly shifted gears: "You just mentioned, Xylon Phoenix intends to wipe out The Wolf Tribe?"

"Yes, Clan Leader."

The man responded, "Xylon Phoenix believes Luna Sutton brought trouble to Celestia Fawkes, so he wishes to cleanse The Wolf Tribe in rage."

"That old scoundrel sure has some nerve!"

Horace Valerius laughed angrily, "Bullying the weak, not afraid of becoming a laughingstock."

The man transformed from the lark bowed even lower: "Clan Leader, should we intercept Rhea?"

"No need."

Horace Valerius sneered, "Let Mira handle it herself."

He trusted his son’s ability, unless that wretched thing willingly agreed, no one could extract a drop of his Heart Blood.

Just as for breaking the curse for that Lower Domain female, Mira willingly extracted his own.

When the news reached his ears, Horace Valerius nearly fainted in anger.

But also helpless, his son fancied her, what could he do?

Thinking about Xylon Phoenix wanting to destroy The Wolf Tribe, given Mira’s concern for that Lower Domain female, he will surely help The Wolf Tribe against The Phoenix Clan.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a bit of a headache,

Then his gaze turned towards a place: "Elder Hawthorne."

From the shadows emerged an elderly man with white hair and beard instantly comprehending the Clan Leader’s intention: "Rest assured, Clan Leader, I will visit The Lower Domain to ensure the Young Master’s safety, if necessary, will also protect The Wolf Tribe."

It wasn’t that they intended to safeguard The Wolf Tribe, but if The Wolf Tribe was exterminated by The Phoenix Clan, Mael Valerius might go mad again.

That’s not something they wished to see.