The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 463 - 346: Power of Faith (2)

Luna Sutton was instantly stunned. Although she didn’t understand the power of faith, she caught the meaning of the system’s words.

Develop a simple formula to replace the detoxification water, treat at least five hundred infected Beastmen, and identify the source of the plague and block its transmission.

There’s no need to investigate the source of the plague, the reason is already known.

The most important thing is to develop a detoxification drug.

This roundabout journey circles back to the crucial question.

She felt a significant headache.

She looked at the Beastmen kneeling on the ground and spoke clearly, "Everyone, please get up. The urgent task is to save more tribe members."

Upon hearing her words, the Beastmen lifted their heads to look at her, their eyes full of hope.

At that moment, it seemed as though the plague wasn’t so terrifying.

They then collectively stood up.

Corbin Crowley and Mael Valerius exchanged glances, seeing the seriousness in each other’s eyes.

Excessive praise and glory aren’t necessarily good for Luna.

Luna doesn’t understand medicine at all, nor does she know how to mix herbs. If she can’t save people, there will inevitably be unpleasant words spoken behind her back.

Some may even act impulsively.

Luna is human, not a god; there are things she can’t do.

This praise is overexaggerated...

But given the current situation, it’s not suitable to say too much.

Luna Sutton didn’t waste time and immediately went back to find the witch doctor.

Thinking the Priest went into the mountains to gather herbs, she turned and said to Mael Valerius, "You should immediately take people to find the Priest; he went to the mountains to gather herbs. Once you find him, tell him I urgently need to see him and have him return quickly." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Mael Valerius nodded and agreed, turning and disappearing into the moonlight with several Beastmen.

She didn’t stay any longer and swiftly went to find the witch doctor.

Corbin assigned Beastmen to watch over the area and report to him immediately if there was news, then followed her.

The night was pitch black, and the entire Wolf Tribe was ablaze with firelight, flickering in the wind, elongating and shortening shadows.

The plague suddenly erupted, and no one slept well that night; everyone looked exhausted.

Luna Sutton was naturally tired, but she neither had time nor the mind to sleep.

She thought the old witch doctor should have returned home from her father and went directly to his residence.

Corbin followed closely behind.

The two quickly arrived at the witch doctor’s home. The courtyard was brightly lit, torches lined the walls, and the air was thick with the scent of medicine.

The Old Shaman was hunched over, squatting on the ground, grinding medicine, and he smiled instantly at the sight of them, "Girl, you’ve come just in time to help the old man sort those herbs."

Luna glanced at the pile of herbs beside him and did not refuse, walked over to squat and sort them, while asking, "Master went into the mountains to gather herbs. How is your research going?"

The Old Shaman shook his head, his clouded eyes revealing fatigue, "This plague is peculiar. I’ve searched through the ancestral Beast Skin Scroll but haven’t found any similar records."

He pointed to several aged sheets spread out on the stone table, depicting various herb patterns, "I found some recipes for clearing heat and detoxifying, but the effectiveness..."

He didn’t finish but shook his head again.

Corbin stood in the courtyard, his silver eyes sweeping over those herbs, "Luna, do you have any ideas?"

Luna pushed the sorted herbs aside, hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want to try the Golden Silkworm King."

Corbin’s silver eyes flashed; he naturally knew about the Golden Silkworm King. He himself had accidentally swallowed a hundred-poison antidote gold pearl.

According to the Golden Silkworm King, that gold pearl took three hundred years to refine and was intended for Luna.

Unexpectedly, due to Malachi Arcanus’ antics, the gold pearl accidentally flew into his mouth.

The Golden Silkworm King was later kept in space by Luna, spinning silk daily.

Who knows when the second gold pearl could be refined.

"The Golden Silkworm King?"

The Old Shaman’s hand trembled, nearly dropping the pestle on the ground, "The sacred object of Aetheria’s Veno-Herbalist Clan in legend?"

Although he hadn’t seen it, he knew some things from records.

Luna nodded, "Yes, that’s it."

As she spoke, she flipped her palm, and a golden silkworm appeared in her hand, its chubby body wriggling, with two small golden antennae on its head, looking adorably clumsy.

The Old Shaman’s clouded eyes widened instantly, reaching out his trembling hand, "Is this truly the Golden Silkworm King?"

The Golden Silkworm King seemed to sense something, lazily raising its head, its eyes the size of mung beans glanced at the Old Shaman with disdain, "Such an ugly old man, don’t get too close to me, your drool is spraying on me..."

Feeling awkward, the Old Shaman withdrew his hand, involuntarily touching the wrinkles on his face, "I’ve never been disliked by a bug in my long life..."

The Golden Silkworm King immediately bristled, twisting its chubby body, the golden antennae on its head trembling in anger, "Who are you calling a bug? I am the sacred object of the Veno-Herbalist Clan, do you understand what sacred object means!"

Luna couldn’t help but chuckle, gently poking its round body with her finger, "Alright, stop fussing, now is the time to get serious."

She turned to the Old Shaman, her expression becoming serious, "I want to try using the Golden Silkworm King with other herbs to see if we can find a way to treat the plague."

The Old Shaman’s eyes shone brightly, "Yes, yes, yes! Legend has it that the Golden Silkworm King can detoxify any poison; maybe it can cure this plague."

"Who says I can only detoxify poisons?"

The Golden Silkworm King interrupted him suddenly, charmingly raising its little head, "A mere plague, for me..."

Its words stopped abruptly, its mung bean eyes swirling around, suddenly looking at Luna, "But if you want me to help, you must promise me one condition."

Corbin folded his silver eyes into a squint, bending down to look at the Golden Silkworm King, "What condition?"

The Golden Silkworm King glanced at him and suddenly twisted its body, a flash of gold.

Where there was once a chubby silkworm, now stood a handsome man with golden hair and golden eyes.

Dressed in a golden long robe, with features so exquisite they seemed almost enchanting, his brow adorned with faint golden antennae, he lazily leaned on the courtyard’s stone table, throwing Luna a coquettish glance, "I want Luna to feed me mulberry leaves every day and to be her eighth Beast Husband~"

Corbin’s face turned instantly dark, his silver eyes flashing coldly, "You’re courting death?"

Luna was also shocked, her eyes widened at the stunning golden-haired man before her, "You... you can transform?"

Her voice rose several notches in disbelief.