The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 467 - 349: Peeking at Bath Time

The courtyard suddenly became bustling.

A few beastmen, under Corbin Crowley’s command, swiftly carried several large iron pots and set them in the center of the courtyard, stacking wood underneath, but did not rush to ignite it.

Luna Sutton, following the command of the Golden Silkworm King, deftly sorted out those herbs with terrifying names like "Ghost Fire Flower" and "Bone Decay Grass".

These poisonous herbs had strange colors and acrid smells, making the skin tingle slightly just by holding them.

"Can this really work?"

The Old Shaman, holding a few stalks of black-purple Ghost Fire Flower, trembled with fear in his cloudy eyes.

The Golden Silkworm King impatiently snatched the Ghost Fire Flower: "What are you afraid of? To kill poisonous insects, you have to use poison. Three parts Bone Decay Grass, two parts Ghost Fire Flower, and a handful of wormwood leaves to neutralize the medicine."

Then he directed Luna Sutton to add several other auxiliary herbs, watching the quantities closely, as these were meant to neutralize the poison.

Remembering something, he walked over to the large iron pots and leaned down to spit several times into them. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

His saliva... no... Holy Water was the key ingredient, capable of inhibiting the breeding of poisonous insects and weakening the toxicity.

Seeing several beastmen standing idly aside, he shouted irritably, "What are you standing there for? Fill these pots with water, start the fire, the water needs to boil."

A few beastmen, startled by the Golden Silkworm King’s shout, quickly responded and got to work.

Corbin also walked over, subtly slicing his finger with the Ice Blade, letting a few drops of fresh blood fall into the pot, which was instantly diluted by the boiling water and disappeared.

Although he didn’t want to be used as a blood bag, adding a few drops for the medicine was acceptable.

The Golden Silkworm King’s peripheral vision caught Corbin’s action, and the corners of his mouth barely twitched.

Clearing his throat, he was ready to make a sarcastic remark.

Corbin seemed to know what he wanted to say and coldly interrupted, "Mind your own business. If you don’t know what to say and what not to say, I don’t mind teaching you well."

The Golden Silkworm King, faced with that icy glare, swallowed his intended sarcasm and grumbled softly, "What are you glaring at? This silkworm is a sacred object..."

He turned to instruct the beastmen, "Make the fire stronger. The water needs to boil to extract the medicine."

Just as he finished his sentence.

Rhys Blackwood’s figure suddenly appeared, dressed in black, like a Soul Hooking Envoy in the night, his face cold and stern, his gaze concealing centuries of ice, warning others not to approach lightly.

His gaze landed on the Golden Silkworm King transformed as the golden-haired man, his brows barely furrowed: "Who is he?"

He had never seen this golden-haired, golden-eyed man before and couldn’t discern his power, but intuition told him this beastman was dangerous.

Feeling Rhys’s gaze, the Golden Silkworm King immediately straightened his back, his golden eyes provocatively looking over: "This silkworm is Luna’s..."

"He’s the Golden Silkworm King."

Luna Sutton quickly interrupted him, fearing he might say something shocking like ’the eighth Beast Husband’ again, causing Corbin to go berserk.

Not only Corbin but Rhys might go berserk too.

"The Golden Silkworm King?"

Mael Valerius, who had just appeared at the courtyard gate, stepped inside, his dark golden beast robe particularly striking under the moonlight.

His deep eyes accurately landed on the Golden Silkworm King, his expression extremely astonished: "He can transform?"

Never before has it been heard that sacred objects can transform; the Dragon Clan’s ancient texts do not record it either.

Equally astonished was Rhys, whose icy gaze was like a tangible blade, sweeping over the Golden Silkworm King’s overly exotic handsome face, lips tightly pursed, without a word.

The Golden Silkworm King has always been in Luna’s space, where she occasionally baths.

Doesn’t this mean Luna’s body has long been fully seen by this Golden Silkworm King?

At this thought, his expression instantly turned as dark as a pot bottom.

The coldness emanating from him caused the fire in the courtyard to flicker, as if the air was about to freeze.

Feeling several icy stares, the Golden Silkworm King inexplicably felt nervous.

He moved closer to Luna Sutton, whispering, "Luna, why are these guys all staring at me? Is there something on my face?"

Luna Sutton’s mouth twitched mildly, silently scooting half a step away to create distance: "Perhaps they’re just looking at how... attractive this sacred object is."

"Attractive?"

The Golden Silkworm King touched his face, his mouth curling smugly: "Indeed, this silkworm is naturally beautiful."

Luna Sutton: "..."

Isn’t this silkworm a bit too narcissistic?

Soren Phoenix suddenly drifted in, pinching his nose disdainfully, fanning air with obvious distaste: "Oh my, what is this smell? It’s more choking than lime. Old man, are you brewing poison?"