The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 465 - 347: Patient Guidance (Part 2)

For the first time, those eerie golden eyes showed fear.

Actually, it wasn’t the first time.

It was the same feeling as when he was captured by that old witch Ignatius Phoenix from the Phoenix Clan last time.

He could feel that the other party was serious and would really kill him.

"Want to transform and try?"

Corbin Crowley’s voice was cold enough to drop ice shards, his silver eyes seething with violent intent, fingers clasping the throat slowly tightened, "Or should I just crush this noisy bug?"

If it weren’t for considering the plague hadn’t been dealt with, this damned bug would have already been crushed by him.

"Stop it! Corbin!"

Luna Sutton rushed forward urgently, trying to pry Corbin’s tense arm with all her might, but after a long struggle, she couldn’t move it.

She could feel the terrifying power contained in that arm, truly afraid that with a little force, he would crush the Golden Silkworm King, "Let go of him, he’s just joking!"

Corbin lowered his head, meeting her anxious eyes, the violence in his eyes retreated slightly.

But the grip didn’t loosen as he coldly stared at the Golden Silkworm King in his hand like a chick waiting to be slaughtered, "Luna, some things aren’t funny."

The Golden Silkworm King, eyes rolling white, managed to utter a few words with difficulty: "Lun... Luna... s-save... save me..."

For a moment, he really wanted to try using a hex on Corbin, turning him into an ugly freak.

But he was also afraid the other would kill him.

Luna Sutton was extremely anxious: "I know, but now the plague is rampant, we still need the Golden Silkworm King’s help."

Without the Golden Silkworm King, she would truly be at a loss on how to research a cure for the plague in three days.

Upon hearing this, Corbin’s silver eyes flickered, his grip finally loosening.

The Golden Silkworm King flopped to the ground like a discarded rag doll, clutching his throat, coughing violently till tears came out.

For the first time, he felt that his life was almost lost here.

Too terrifying.

Corbin was scarier than that old witch Ignatius.

Luna Sutton crouched down, looking at the bedraggled Golden Silkworm King with a complex gaze.

But her tone softened, with a hint of coaxing: "Goldie, I know you’re powerful, you’re a sacred relic of the Veno-Herbalist Clan, perhaps detoxifying isn’t difficult for you. But now is not the time to negotiate."

She glanced outside the courtyard, where beast-men occasionally rushed past holding torches.

Her voice heavy: "Look outside, you don’t know how many beast-men, females, elders, and young ones might not survive tonight? This is the plague, a disaster that will kill many, many people. Every moment delayed, another person could die."

The Golden Silkworm King rubbed his painful neck, muttering under his breath: "Die... die then die, what’s it to me..."

But his golden eyes still involuntarily glanced outside.

Though all infected beast-men had been relocated to the foothills west of the tribe.

It was somewhat distant from here.

But somehow, he seemed to still hear the violent coughing and painful moaning.

Though he had lived for hundreds of years, long used to the cycle of life and death.

Honestly, he didn’t feel much about all this.

Luna Sutton sighed seeing his indifference, continuing to patiently entice:

"Why isn’t it your business? You’re a sacred relic! An exalted sacred relic, possessing unrivaled detoxifying ability. Now is the perfect opportunity to display your ability and accumulate immense virtue!"

"Virtue?"

The Golden Silkworm King’s expression shifted slightly, interested yet a bit bewildered by the word.

Mostly he didn’t quite understand it.

"Exactly, it’s virtue!"

Luna Sutton saw his expression ease, feeling secretly delighted, continuing: "As they say, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, let alone saving the lives of a tribe, even all beast-men across the Beast World Continent. How great a good deed is this? How much genuine gratitude and faith from living beings could be gained? These intangible things are most precious and the greatest aid to cultivation for a sacred relic like you."

She paused, observing the contemplative expression on the Golden Silkworm King’s face, further enticing him, "Think about it, as the plague recedes, the entire tribe, even all beast-men across the continent, will extol your name: the great Golden Silkworm King, compassionate, saving lives from peril! The continually gathered power of faith would be enough to make you more radiant, advancing to a higher level, maybe... helping you shed your mortal silkworm form faster, transforming into a higher life form?"

Her voice was filled with allure and temptation.

The Golden Silkworm King didn’t understand what the power of faith was, but strength and transformation, these phrases precisely touched the deepest longing within him.

He had cultivated for hundreds of years just to become stronger, closer to the legendary Divine Silkworm Realm.

As for becoming the eighth beast husband... he stealthily glanced at Corbin Crowley beside him, still coldly staring at him with silver eyes like a menace.

Also recalling Rhys Blackwood, stern and silent but delivering fierce blows.

And that smiling yet instinctively dangerous old fox.

As well as several other equally frightening characters...

Especially Zeke Veridian whose tongue could kill without recompense, and that crazy dragon.

The Golden Silkworm King couldn’t help but shiver.

In order not to be torn into pieces.

Forget it, forget it, life is precious, staying around Luna is too dangerous, cultivation is more realistic.

"Ahem..."

The Golden Silkworm King cleared his throat, striving to maintain the dignity of a sacred relic, though still with dust and grass on his face, in a somewhat disheveled stance.

But his tone grew profound and inscrutable: "What you said, Luna... indeed makes some sense. As a sacred relic, I am merciful, not tolerating suffering. This plague is truly too dangerous, it cannot do without my intervention!"

He stood up, dusting off his gold robe, trying to straighten his posture, embodying a benevolent aura: "As for that business about beast husbands..."

He quickly glanced at Corbin Crowley, immediately changing his tune, "How could I be one to exploit weakness or covet beauty? What I said earlier was merely a joke, merely testing how earnest you are towards Luna, wolf. Hmm, not bad, still counts as acceptable!"

Forcing a salvage of some dignity.