The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 498 - 372: Envoys from the Dragon Clan

She turned over, gazing absentmindedly at the moonlight outside the window.

Malachi was already asleep beside her, his breathing even.

The next morning, Luna Sutton got up with two dark circles under her eyes and found that Malachi was no longer in bed; she had no idea where he had gone.

She quickly put on her beast skin skirt, simply combed her hair, opened the window to let in some air, and saw Malachi sitting cross-legged in the courtyard meditating, with the surrounding spiritual energy flocking to his body like a beehive.

She carefully sensed it and discovered that in just one night, all of Malachi’s beastman power had been converted into cultivation, displaying Qi Refining Eleventh Layer.

She was shocked in her heart, Wasn’t this cultivation speed against the heavens?

This simpleton said last night he couldn’t understand it, and didn’t seem to have cultivated at night, clearly sleeping soundly.

Yet in just a morning, he’d succeeded in cultivation and successfully converted all the power in his body into spiritual energy.

If it were Zeke, Corbin, or Rhys, she might not have been so shocked and would have thought it natural.

But Malachi always seemed rather dull to her.

Unexpectedly, his comprehension and talent were so good. How was this dumb? It was clearly profound wisdom in simplicity.

She had underestimated him.

She sighed quietly, her heart naturally happy for Malachi.

Even Malachi succeeded in cultivating overnight, surely the other men must have succeeded too.

She was just about to turn and leave the room to wash her face in the backyard.

When she heard Soren, who lived on the second floor, suddenly open the window, staring at Malachi in the courtyard below with a dark face, "You brute, why are you stealing my spiritual energy?"

His voice carried a few shades of frustration.

Malachi impatiently opened his eyes, looking up at Soren at the second-floor window, "Who’s stealing your spiritual energy? Does the spiritual energy have your name on it?"

The spiritual energy around him hadn’t dissipated, exuding a faint red glow in the morning light.

Soren, furious, leapt down from the second-floor window to the courtyard, his Fiery Red Feather Robe half open, snapping his feather fan shut as he pointed it at him, "You’ve drained all the fire element spiritual energy within a hundred feet; how am I supposed to cultivate?"

"Blame others for your own lack of ability."

Malachi sneered, his bronzed chest somewhat showing in the morning light, his expression a bit provoking, "If you’ve got the skill, you should snatch it too."

"You..."

Soren was so angry he nearly fainted, just about to erupt,

When suddenly Luna Sutton walked out from the main house, Soren immediately changed his face, raising a charming smile, "Luna, look at this brute～"

Luna looked at Soren, then at Malachi, instantly understanding what was going on.

Both of them had exceptional Fire Spirit Roots, naturally attracting the surrounding fire element spiritual energy when cultivating.

The fire element spiritual energy in this courtyard was limited; the two cultivating simultaneously would inevitably affect each other.

She suddenly felt a headache coming on, They’ve just started cultivating and are already bickering, won’t they be fighting every day in the future?

"Stop arguing, can’t you guys stagger your times for cultivating or find another place to cultivate? Do you have to crowd together?"

Luna glared at the two with annoyance, turning to the backyard to freshen up.

Leaving Soren and Malachi staring at each other, both grunted and turned their heads away.

Soren didn’t continue staying in the courtyard, intending to find another place nearby to cultivate again.

If he had to cultivate in the same courtyard with this brute every day, he feared he’d be infuriated to death.

Malachi couldn’t be bothered with that peacock, closing his eyes to continue cultivating.

The feeling of cultivation was truly too exhilarating, impossible to stop.

Zeke couldn’t stop either. Last night, he casually glanced at "The Basic Demon Text," and understood it; in just the time of an incense stick, he’d converted all the power in his body into spiritual energy cultivation.

Successfully entering Qi Refining Eleventh Layer.

By this morning, he even monstrously broke through to Qi Refining Twelfth Level.

All in just one night.

This cultivation speed was simply unparalleled, others couldn’t catch up even if they whipped their horses.

In the room at the easternmost end of the second floor.

Zeke was sitting cross-legged on the bed, eyes tightly shut, his expression indifferent and cool, completely ignoring the noise in the courtyard, fully immersed in cultivation, not even noticing that it was dawn.

Corbin, Rhys, Kian Sterling, Soren, and Malachi, though not as monstrous as Zeke in cultivation speed, were not bad either.

Early at dawn, they’d each converted the beastman power in their bodies into spiritual energy cultivation.

This resulted in everyone being immersed in cultivation, with no one bothering to make breakfast at all.

When Luna Sutton finished freshening up in the backyard and went to the kitchen, she found the pot empty, not even a fire was lit.

Five fluffy wolf cubs, three Corbins, two Malachis, and eight snakes of various colors were surrounding a big piece of raw beef on the stove, gnawing away with a slurp, their faces smeared with meat scraps and blood.

Aurelius Valerius and Sol Valerius had just hatched as young dragons, also joined in learning from their big brothers to gnaw on raw beef, yet their little baby teeth only protruded the tip, no matter how they gnawed, they couldn’t chew it.

They were so anxious that they howled and quickly rushed over upon seeing her, snuggling up to her for food.

At her feet were three little phoenixes that had also just hatched, like little chicks, and the little fox Zora, all looking at her expectantly.

Luna Sutton helplessly held her forehead, these men once they started cultivating, neither cooked meals nor looked after the little ones.

She resignedly sighed, rolled up her sleeves, and began to light the fire and cook.

Fortunately, the house had everything.

Soon, the kitchen was filled with an enticing aroma.

She deftly stirred the beef congee in the pot, occasionally adding some firewood to the stove.

Three little phoenix chicks circled around her feet, occasionally chirping.

"Don’t rush, don’t rush, it’ll be ready soon."

She wiped the sweat off her forehead and took out the steamed egg custard, dividing it into portions with a small wooden spoon.

"Awoo."

Aurelius used his little dragon claws to tug at her beast skin skirt, his golden eyes looking pitiful.

Beside him, Sol climbed directly onto her shoulder, staring intently at the pot.

"You two little greedy dragons."

She laughed and picked up the two little dragon cubs, serving them each a small bowl of meat congee, "Wait for it to cool down before drinking, be careful not to burn yourselves."

Just as she finished speaking, Finn suddenly rushed into the courtyard in a hurry.

Not seeing anyone in the main hall, he went straight to the kitchen and upon seeing Luna Sutton, said directly, "Sister Cynthia, people from The Dragon Clan are here."

Luna Sutton paused in her actions, frowning slightly, "Who?"

"I don’t know them, they’re two young dragon beastmen, carrying two large boxes, saying they were ordered by the clan leader to bring you gifts."

Finn took a couple of breaths and said truthfully.

"Bring me gifts?"

Upon hearing this, she sneered, "I can’t accept gifts from The Dragon Clan’s leader. Just let them leave."

Thinking of Horace, that stubborn old man, filled her with a sense of disgust.

Now they come bearing gifts? What were they doing before?

Do they really think she cares about The Dragon Clan’s stuff?

Finn was taken aback, "This... doesn’t seem appropriate, does it?"

"What’s inappropriate about it?"

She raised her eyes, a hint of mockery flashing through them, "Back then, Horace wouldn’t even acknowledge his own grandson, never even considered visiting, and now he wants to wipe things clean with a few boxes? There’s no such cheap deal in the world. I can’t accept Chief Valerius’ ’gift’, and I find it dirty. Finn, tell them to take their things and leave The Wolf Tribe immediately."

Finn shivered at the coldness in her words, the sentence, "After all, they’re from The Dragon Clan..."

rolled in his throat, but in the end, he didn’t dare to voice it.

At that moment, the doorway dimmed slightly.

Mael Valerius was standing there, his tall figure nearly blocking the entire door.

He had obviously heard Luna Sutton’s last icy "get out...".

His dark golden eyes heavy, his gaze swept over Finn, finally settling on Luna’s cool brows and eyes.

The kitchen instantly fell silent, with only the crackling of the firewood in the stove and the sound of the little ones eating.

Luna Sutton felt something and turned her head, meeting Mael Valerius’ incomprehensible gaze.

The fire of anger kindled by Horace in her heart burned even brighter, mixed with a sharp sting of embarrassment.

"What?"

She lifted her chin, her tone prickly, "Does the Young Master think I’m being ungrateful, offending The Dragon Clan’s ’goodwill’?"

Mael Valerius didn’t immediately respond.

He stepped in, turning his gaze to Finn, his voice void of emotion: "Where are they?"

Referring to the two dragon beastmen who came to deliver the gifts.

Finn, thrown off by the sudden oppressive atmosphere, pointed outside instinctively, "They’re... in the square outside..."

Mael nodded, "Go tell them to leave the things but they can go."

Finn hesitated for a moment, glancing at Luna Sutton.

Luna Sutton looked displeased, "What, my words don’t count?"

"N-no."

Finn waved his hands quickly, "I’ll go right away."

With that, he dashed off.

The kitchen fell silent once more.

Mael Valerius walked over to Luna Sutton, crouching down to pat the heads of the two little dragon cubs.

"Luna..."

His voice was deep, tinged with helplessness, "Father, he..."

"Don’t mention him to me."

She cut him off coldly, "I risked half my life to give birth to two cubs for The Dragon Clan, has he, as their grandfather, shown the slightest acknowledgment? He hasn’t even visited once. Who knows how he badmouths me behind my back, probably sees me as some sinister spirit, a wandering soul. Now he sends some things and thinks that can smooth things over? Am I that cheap a person?"

Mael Valerius looked at her angry little face, a stabbing pain in his heart.

He knew everything she said was true.

Behind her back, his father’s words were even harsher.

He had always looked down on Luna deep down, never acknowledging her.

But he also understood his father’s pride and stubbornness, for him to send gifts through beastmen was already his biggest concession.

At least he wasn’t as opposed to Luna now.