The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 466 - 348: Revenge in the Name of Justice

Corbin Crowley sneered, the killing intent around him slightly subsiding.

As long as this bug no longer covets Luna, talking about being the eighth Beast Husband, he can tolerate it for now.

Luna Sutton let out a huge sigh of relief, a big smile appearing on her face: "Great, Goldie, I knew you are sensible. Shall we start now? Time waits for no one."

The Golden Silkworm King’s mouth twitched at the nickname ’Goldie’, a trace of disdain flashing across his expression.

He felt the nickname did not suit his grand status.

But he also felt it was a term of closeness, so he didn’t oppose it.

He walked to the pile of Beast Skin Scrolls beside The Old Shaman, his golden eyes sweeping over them: "These prescriptions are too mild, they’re useless against such a fierce pestilence."

He disdainfully pushed aside a few Beast Skin Scrolls, picking up the mugwort placed beside them with his fingers, "This has some use, warding off evil, but it’s just an aid."

The Old Shaman’s cloudy eyes stared intently at The Golden Silkworm King, full of hope: "Lord... Lord Golden Silkworm King, what should we do then?"

The Golden Silkworm King instantly looked at the Old Shaman’s deeply lined face, then glanced at Corbin Crowley: "Go fetch a drop of the patient’s blood, this silkworm will know what to do."

Upon hearing this, Corbin’s figure vanished like a ghost from the spot.

In just an instant, he returned, a ceramic bowl appearing in his hand, the bottom swaying with a few drops of dark red blood.

His movements were swift and clean, clearly having obtained it directly from a patient.

"This is the blood of a critically ill patient."

Corbin placed the ceramic bowl on the table in the main room, "However, after drinking Luna’s detoxification water, the situation has improved somewhat."

The Golden Silkworm King’s eyes fixated on the blood in the bowl, suddenly extending his finger, a wisp of golden thread instantly condensing at his fingertip, probing like a living creature into the dark red blood in the bowl.

"Lord Golden Silkworm King... this... what is this?"

The Old Shaman’s murky eyes widened with astonishment, never having seen such a miraculous method in his long life.

The golden thread seemed alive, gently stirring and exploring within the blood.

The Golden Silkworm King paid him no mind, his full attention on the ceramic bowl before him, seriously analyzing, a golden light swirling deep in his eyes.

Luna Sutton held her breath, nervously watching.

Corbin stood silently by her side, quietly observing The Golden Silkworm King’s every move.

After a moment.

The Golden Silkworm King withdrew the golden thread, the bit of casual nonchalance on his face completely disappeared, his expression extremely grave.

Even carrying a hint of disgust.

"This thing..."

He clicked his tongue, as if he had tasted something extremely vile, "this is not an ordinary pestilence at all. It’s poison, a living, exceedingly aggressive poisonous insect."

"A living poisonous insect?"

Luna Sutton and The Old Shaman exclaimed simultaneously.

Corbin’s silver eyes instantly became sharp.

"Exactly!"

The Golden Silkworm King pointed to the few drops of blood in the bowl, "Things smaller than a flea by ten thousand times, densely parasitizing within the blood, gnawing on flesh, releasing toxins. They can cause a Beastman to have a high fever, vomiting, diarrhea, chills, and pain all over until they’re utterly exhausted! These things are extremely infectious; touching the toxic vomit, excrement, or even the air exhaled could be contaminated!"

The Old Shaman’s face turned ghastly pale: "L-living poisonous insects? Then... what can we do? Mugwort can repel insects, but..."

"Mugwort has some use; fumigation can drive some away, but it can’t kill those that burrow inside!"

The Golden Silkworm King interrupted, continuing, "Moreover, these poisonous insects reproduce frighteningly fast. With you all vomiting and shitting like this, there are insect eggs and corpses everywhere, the water source and soil are polluted, how can there not be an outbreak?"

He disdainfully flicked his fingers, as if he had just touched something filthy: "The source? Such ferocious things wouldn’t just appear out of thin air, right?"

Corbin immediately spoke in a deep voice: "At the gorge exit upstream, there are masses of rotting remains left after being consumed by vultures. Zeke Veridian has already led people to clean and mark them."

"There it is!"

The Golden Silkworm King instantly looked at Corbin, "Rotting Beast corpses, especially when piled up in large quantities, are practically a breeding ground for these poisonous insects. Vultures eating the toxic decay, their droppings and feathers falling into the water source, or directly contaminating the soil... Tsk tsk, your water management is as good as having none!"

Luna Sutton already knew the source of the pestilence outbreak through the system.

But she was more eager to know how to resolve it: "Goldie, is the detoxification water effective because it can kill these insects?"

"Yes!"

The Golden Silkworm King nodded, proudly lifting his chin, "The power of this silkworm’s golden pearl specifically counters these sinister poisonous creatures. The medicinal power in your Detoxification Pill is also their nemesis. With just a bowl of water, many of the insects inside will die, naturally alleviating the symptoms."

"But there is only one Detoxification Pill, diluted in water its medicinal power is limited, it can only suppress temporarily, not eradicate, and there’s not enough to go around."

Luna Sutton immediately grasped the key point, thinking to ask for more golden pearls to save people since they counteract sinister poisons.

But remembering that a golden pearl takes three hundred years to condense, she quickly closed her mouth.

To avoid being called foolish.

"So, a substitute is needed!"

The Golden Silkworm King’s golden eyes flashed as he looked at The Old Shaman, "Old man, in those Beast Skin Scrolls of yours, are there any records of especially potent, insect-killing herbs? The more toxic, the better. Like... Snake Annihilation Sect, Poisonous Herb or something?"

He listed several poisonous herbs whose names alone made one’s scalp tingle.

The Old Shaman shivered in fright: "There... there are, Ghost Fire Flower, Bone Decay Grass... but those are highly toxic, a touch would make skin and flesh rot, to give them to patients to eat? Isn’t that a death sentence?"

"Stupid!"

The Golden Silkworm King rolled his eyes, "Who said to eat it directly? It needs to be formulated, neutralized, and also use my ’Holy Water’ as a medicinal guide!"

He pointed to himself, "The saliva I... uh, secrete, has the effect of inhibiting the reproduction of these poisonous bugs and weakening their toxicity. Although it’s not as potent as the golden pearl, it’s plentiful enough to satisfy!"

Luna Sutton’s eyes grew brighter as she listened: "You mean, using those poisonous herbs to boil, then mixing with your saliva... no... Holy Water, to create a new medicinal soup? Using poison to fight poison?"

"Smart!"

The Golden Silkworm King looked at her approvingly, "The potion boiled from poisonous herbs can kill some poisonous bugs by itself, and my saliva can neutralize some of the toxicity to the human body while continuously suppressing the vitality and reproduction of the bugs! Although the effect is slower than your detoxification water, it definitely can save lives!"

He paused, his gaze shifting to Corbin Crowley, adding with a faint smile: "Of course, if you add his blood, the effect will be even better."

Hmph, dare to hit me, even choke me, how could I not let you shed some blood?

Just consider it collecting some interest.

Corbin Crowley looked a bit dumbfounded; since when could his blood detoxify?

He highly suspected this damned bug was bearing a grudge, intentionally giving him a hard time, trying to mess with him.

"Huh, didn’t know my blood could cure an epidemic."

With cold sarcasm, he thought of the time he accidentally swallowed a golden pearl, his expression became very peculiar.

When he accidentally swallowed that golden pearl, he didn’t feel much at the time, but later, it seemed he never got poisoned again, even a venomous snake bite felt like a mosquito sting.

The Golden Silkworm King caught his subtle expression, his golden eyes flashing with mischief: "Remember it now? You got lucky and ended up with my three hundred years of essence. That golden pearl blended into your bloodstream, and now your blood is like a walking detox guide. A drop of blood mixed in the potion is as effective as ten mouthfuls of my saliva!"

The Old Shaman froze instantly, his expression extremely stunned, his dry fingers trembling as he pointed at Corbin, his voice cracking: "You... you mean his blood can... can cure an epidemic?"

This is simply The Beast God revealing.

No, it’s even more outrageous than The Beast God revealing.

However, who would dare to shed Corbin’s blood, even the leader wouldn’t dare, fearing a beating, as no one can defeat him.

Unless he volunteers.

"What else?"

The Golden Silkworm King folded his arms, looking at Corbin with increasingly teasing eyes: "If it weren’t for your luck back then, would such a good thing happen to you? What are you waiting for? Get a bowl! Let’s try half a bowl first and see the effect!"

"Half a bowl?"

Corbin’s brow throbbed with veins, the chill around him nearly froze the nearby herbs.

This damned bug was definitely settling a personal score.

Bleeding a bowl or half a bowl was no big deal.

But the issue was, across the Beast World Continent’s Lower Domain, the epidemic was rampant.

Even if all the blood in his body was drained, it might not be enough.

Luna Sutton naturally thought of this too and quickly stepped in: "Um... Goldie, no rush on the bleeding part. Why don’t we first test the potion’s effect? If it works, we can optimize the formula later."

She wouldn’t want her man to be used as a blood bag, and saving people by bleeding wasn’t a sustainable solution.

They needed to quickly come up with a better plan.

Plus, this information mustn’t be leaked; if people knew Corbin’s blood could cure an epidemic, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fortunately, there were only four people in the room.

"Old man, keep your mouth shut."

Luna Sutton turned to the Old Shaman, sternly warning him.

This old man’s mouth was big enough; who knows when it might slip and spill the beans.

As for the epidemic, isn’t there still the Golden Silkworm King’s saliva?

Corbin’s cold gaze was like substance, piercingly nailed onto the witch doctor’s face.

That silent warning was more oppressive than any roar.

The temperature of the entire courtyard seemed to drop a few degrees.

The Old Shaman shivered, quickly shaking his head like a rattle, "No, no! Old man, I didn’t hear anything, didn’t see anything. Just making medicine all day here, I know nothing!"

He hurriedly grabbed the pestle, burying himself in pounding diligently, as if he wanted to pound the stone on the ground into powder, completely transforming into a deaf-mute.

The Golden Silkworm King saw Luna Sutton defending Corbin so much, feeling extremely bitter inside, but did not continue to make things difficult.

Mainly because he also realized asking Corbin to bleed for all the Beastmen in the tribe, even throughout the Beast World Continent’s Lower Domain, indeed wasn’t practical.

His earlier words were just to annoy the other party and mess with this domineering wolf.

He coughed a bit, turned to Luna Sutton, trying hard to adopt a serious, sacred stance: "Luna, since you say so, then I’ll reluctantly test the potion’s effect first. But let me be blunt, if it doesn’t work, don’t blame me."

As the Golden Silkworm King spoke, he walked to the herb rack, starting to select the required herbs.

Luna Sutton secretly sighed in relief, hurriedly following to assist.

Corbin also didn’t idle around, starting to prepare the tools and firewood for boiling medicine.

The Old Shaman quickly moved over to help as well.