The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 448 - 334: Blood for Blood

Aetheria, The Dragon Clan, Dragon Abyss Hall.

Horace Valerius looked at the beast hide handed over by The Black-armored Guard. There was nothing superfluous on it, just a line of small text that read: "Back then, Nerida did not die of illness; she was angered to death by Xylon Phoenix, passing away in depression."

Seeing the content, he was shaken to the core, almost unable to believe what was written.

Nerida was his sister’s name, later married to the Phoenix Clan Chief Xylon Phoenix.

Sadly, she died a few years after giving birth to Soren Phoenix. It was said she had suddenly died of a severe illness at midnight, not even Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes could save her.

They didn’t even have time to notify The Dragon Clan.

When he heard this news back then, he was sad for a long time.

The Dragon Clan offspring were scarce; he had no other siblings, and for this only sister, Nerida, he was naturally very fond, almost always granting her requests.

He had no suspicions back then; now he sees the situation is fraught with doubts.

Horace Valerius remembered that before Nerida married Xylon Phoenix, she was lively and cheerful, always with a bright smile, having a great relationship with him, visiting often.

But ever since she married Xylon Phoenix, her smile became less frequent, always appearing worried and sorrowful.

He initially thought it was dissatisfaction with married life, given that Xylon Phoenix was the Phoenix Clan Chief, not only busy with affairs but also focusing on cultivation, inevitably neglecting Nerida.

He even advised Nerida to be more understanding of Xylon Phoenix, for the burden on the shoulders of a Clan Leader, especially of such a giant as the Phoenix Clan, must be heavy, and there were many things to deal with.

Thinking back now, those so-called understanding and advice were nothing but a joke.

He blamed himself for being careless and not caring enough for Nerida. If he had noticed her abnormality earlier, maybe she wouldn’t have died.

Unfortunately, there is no "if" in this world.

"Died of illness..."

Horace Valerius kicked over the Jade Table in front of him, laughing coldly and gritting his teeth: "So she died of illness."

Both The Dragon Clan and The Phoenix Clan are top forces in Aetheria, not to mention various treasures, there isn’t a shortage of powerful Great Witches, how could she die of a sudden severe illness at midnight, unable to be saved?

Moreover, they didn’t even have time to notify The Dragon Clan.

"Xylon—"

Horace Valerius roared, making the pillars of Dragon Abyss Hall hum with vibration.

What decorum, what face of various clans in Aetheria, all transformed into towering rage at this moment.

He should have gone to The Phoenix Clan and dug deep to investigate the truth back then, rather than blindly believe the word "died of illness" from that old scoundrel.

At this moment, a servant hurriedly reported from outside the hall, "Clan Leader, The... Phoenix Clan Young Master requests an audience."

"Let him get in here."

Horace Valerius’s voice full of fury smashed over, as if carrying ice shards.

Soon, a slender figure walked in slowly. The plain white beast robe highlighted his pale, beautiful face; only wearing a simple wooden hairpin, none of the usual flamboyance of the Phoenix Clan Young Master was visible.

Who else could it be but Soren Phoenix?

He appeared calm, as if he didn’t hear or see Horace Valerius’s rage, walking straight to the center of the hall, bowing in greeting, "Uncle."

Horace Valerius looked at him with complexity in his eyes.

Towards this nephew, he had admiration, regret, and also anger at his failure.

Soren Phoenix was someone he watched grow up, a smart and adorable little Beastling in his youth, very likable to him, even personally taught, and often brought to The Dragon Clan to play with Mira.

How he treated Mira was how he treated Soren Phoenix, truly like a son in his eyes, without any bias.

Unfortunately, as Soren grew older, while still clever, he somehow picked up the habits of a debauched youth, spending days amidst rouge and powder, gaining a reputation for being licentious and frivolous, accumulating a heap of romantic debts.

Leaving him greatly disappointed, gradually paying less attention to him.

Furthermore, Mira was going mad for a Lower Domain female back then, leaving him with no energy to pay attention.

"Why have you come?"

Horace Valerius’s tone was unfriendly, with traces of anger.

Soren Phoenix’s expression remained unchanged, his gaze fixed on the beast hide in Horace Valerius’s hand, "Uncle, are you not curious about where the thing in your hand came from?"

"Did you send this?"

Horace Valerius, being extremely clever, instantly understood something, his gaze sharp and cold as he shot it at Soren Phoenix, "What do you know?"

Soren Phoenix straightened up and suddenly took something out from his bosom.

It was not any rare treasure, but a colorful hairpin, with the body of the pin engraved with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns, intertwined, symbolizing the harmony of the dragon and phoenix.

It also symbolized the close union between The Dragon Clan and The Phoenix Clan.

Although this hairpin was neither jade nor bone nor matron nor any gemstone, it exuded an ancient and mysterious aura. It was crafted from a rare material known as Rainbow Stone.

This material is produced in the deep abyss bordering The Dragon Clan and The Phoenix Clan, each piece containing mysterious power, and its quantity is extremely scarce.

Horace Valerius stared intently at the hairpin, instantly recognizing it as the one he had personally fastened at the side of his sister Nerida’s hair on her wedding day years ago.

Despite the passing of many years, its color is no longer as bright as it once was, but it remains dazzlingly brilliant.

"This is your Matron’s possession, I recognize it..."

His voice carried a tremble even he did not notice.

Soren Phoenix’s charming eyes were devoid of the usual frivolous smile, left only with cold hatred, "This is what Matron clutched in her hand before she died. She said she missed the days in The Dragon Clan and regretted marrying father."

His voice was choked, filled with deep sorrow and hatred, "When Matron died, father was still outside indulging in debauchery with his concubine. Even after returning to The Phoenix Clan and learning Matron had died, he didn’t even take a look, just casually said: Hold the ceremony as per the rules, tell The Dragon Clan that the lady passed due to illness."

After speaking, he suddenly turned away, taking off the upper half of his plain white beast robe, revealing the glaring red scar on his back, "This was when I was ten years old, father tried to force Matron to agree to let the concubine in by burning Matron with Phoenix True Fire. I rushed in to protect her, and this is what father left on me."

Horace Valerius stared at the glaring red scar on his back, clearly left by the Phoenix True Fire, his eyes erupted with a terrifying murderous intent.

"Boom——"

Golden light surged around him, and his human form vanished in an instant. A massive golden dragon nearly filled the entire hall, its dark golden scales bristling with fury, its dragon whiskers dancing wildly, and its deafening roar carrying a world-destroying rage, "Xylon Phoenix, you old bastard, I will tear you apart."

The uncontrollable dragon might unleashed a tumultuous surge, the dragon columns inside the hall were forcibly snapped by the dragon tail, rocks fell like rain.

Soren Phoenix was propelled backward by the blast, but fortunately, his strength was not low, allowing him to quickly regain his stance.

"Uncle, calm your anger!"

He swiftly donned his beast robe and shouted, "Matron’s personal slave Lotus’s remains are buried outside Pyralia, and there’s a beast skin blood note she drew before she died. Although it has no words, it pictures the evidence of father angering Matron to death, which she desperately managed to hide away before father silenced her. I later secretly retrieved it, it’s on me."

Horace Valerius’ massive dragon body suddenly halted, his dark golden vertical pupils locked onto Soren Phoenix, burning with a rage that could set Aetheria ablaze: "Bring it."

Soren Phoenix quickly retrieved the already worn beast skin from his bosom, its surface crudely illustrated with some images.

On the left, a female dragon lay coughing blood on a couch, on the brink of death, her eyes marked with sorrow.

Representing Soren Phoenix’s Matron Nerida.

On the right, The Old Phoenix holds a female of The Cat Clan in the hall, indulging in pleasure, and there is a young female happily smiling beside them.

The Old Phoenix is naturally Xylon Phoenix, and the cat clan female is the concubine from back then, also Sylvan’s Matron.

The joyfully smiling young female is Sylvan in her childhood.

Soren Phoenix saw his uncle’s aura growing ever more violent, knowing he had understood the meaning within the illustrations, he continued:

"Back then, Matron’s trusted slave Lotus was killed by father under the guise of ’neglecting the lady,’ her body thrown outside Phoenix’s Roost Valley, and it was later I who found someone to bury her."

Up to this point, his voice grew increasingly cold, "Perhaps Lotus knew she would die and couldn’t escape, so she drew these before she died."

From the day Matron died, his feelings of kinship with Xylon Phoenix severed.

"Roar——"

Horace Valerius let out an angry roar to the sky, the entire sky above The Dragon Clan swiftly shrouded in rolling thunderclouds, all Beastmen within the dragon territory shivered in fear, looking towards the direction of Dragon Abyss Hall.

"Mobilize the troops!"

He spoke human words, his voice like the cold ice from the depths of the underworld, carrying a world-ending murderous intent, "I will personally tear that old bastard apart, to repay the blood debt for my sister!"

In an instant.

The elders of The Dragon Clan rapidly assembled, the solemn war drums sounded.

Countless Black-armored Guards transformed into formidable black dragons, converging into a sea that obscured the sun, closely following the enraged Horace Valerius, tearing through the clouds, carrying world-destroying might, and heading straight for The Phoenix Clan territory.

Soren Phoenix watched the departing dragon army, almost tearing the sky apart, his charming eyes flashed with cold hatred.

"Matron, just wait, I will soon let that old scoundrel come down to accompany you, to repent in front of you."

He did not stay in The Dragon Clan either, transforming into a Fire Phoenix and following suit, he wanted to witness it personally.

Otherwise, he would not be at ease.