The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 504 - 377: Capture

Luna suddenly grabbed his hand and said seriously, "Things are different now. You have me, and Zora, along with Corbin and Rhys..."

"It’s too late."

Kian Sterling’s eyes were despondent, the shadows of ten tails flashed and disappeared behind him, "These hands of mine are already stained with blood, even my fortune has fallen from purple gold to red."

Looking at him now, her heart felt uncomfortable.

"It’s not too late."

She dragged Kian Sterling to the window, the sunset glow scattered into the room, also falling upon them, as if gilding them with a layer of golden brilliance,

"Do you see?"

She pointed to the fiery clouds on the horizon, "Even if you fall to the bottom, the sun will still rise tomorrow. Fortune can fall, but it can also rise."

In the yard, the little fox Zora was chasing Lyra Fawkes, the little phoenix, around, scared and chirping endlessly, flapping all over the yard.

Lyra Fawkes is Soren Phoenix’s beloved daughter, the female phoenix born not long ago.

The little fox Zora couldn’t fly, and could only anxiously circle around the yard, sweeping her nine fluffy tails back and forth, longingly watching the little phoenix in mid-air.

In the master bedroom.

Luna saw this scene through the open window, turned her head towards Kian Sterling, "Do you see? Our daughter is so cute. Whether for me or for Zora, you shouldn’t give up on yourself. So what if your fortune falls, you can still return to the top. Starting today, every person you save, your fortune will increase a little."

Kian Sterling looked at her deeply, the emotions in his eyes were complex and hard to discern.

His gaze fell on the yard, where Zora and Lyra Fawkes were still playing happily, "Luna wants me to be a saint?"

"Just being a good person is enough."

She chuckled softly, her eyes tender: "Good deeds bring good rewards, this saying is never wrong. You lived too bitterly before, from now on do more good deeds, accumulate virtue and kindness, slowly nurture your fortune back. I believe, one day, your fortune will return to purple gold color. Or even a brilliant golden color."

Kian Sterling gazed deeply at her, replying softly, "Alright, for you, for Zora, and for myself, I will strive to be a good person, to retrieve all the lost fortune."

Luna secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she was afraid Kian Sterling would stubbornly refuse to change, luckily he finally saw reason.

She also knew he was a man of his word, once he promised, he would surely do it.

...

That night it was Soren Phoenix’s turn.

The firelight flickered inside the room.

His Fiery Red Feather Robe half opened, he impatiently climbed onto the bed, grabbed Luna, his voice sweet and sticky: "Luna~ I missed you so much, let me kiss you..."

As he spoke, he leaned over to kiss.

She quickly used her hand to block his approaching mouth, with a teasing smile: "Not cultivating tonight?"

Soren Phoenix narrowed his peach blossom eyes, his fingertips curling a lock of her hair to sniff: "Cultivating can’t compare to little Luna’s fragrance?"

With that, he flipped over, enveloping her beneath him, his Fiery Red Feather Robe tossed aside, revealing his toned body.

The torch in the corner of the wall exploded with a spark with a "pop".

Outside the window, Malachi Arcanus walked by holding a wine jar, hearing the commotion inside he pursed his lips: "Luna is biased."

Last night he just slept in the master bedroom the whole night, did nothing, the more he thought, the more he felt shortchanged.

Thinking if he hadn’t listened to Luna so much last night, perhaps he would have had some fun.

Just as he was about to go out for some air.

He turned his head and ran into Rhys Blackwood coldly standing in the corridor, suddenly amused: "Oh, eavesdropping on the wall?"

Rhys Blackwood immediately gave him a chilly look, his legs transforming into a serpent tail, directly smacking him into the woodland beyond the wall.

Not far from the wall in the woodland.

Malachi Arcanus was hit so hard he struggled to get up, covered in dirt, leaning on the tree trunk, swearing: "Rhys Blackwood, you unscrupulous Black Serpent, I was just a bit loud, not allowed to complain about eavesdropping on the wall, is it worth getting so angry?"

He rubbed his sore waist where he was struck, Rhys Blackwood’s serpent tail had landed forcefully, surely it would bruise.

He gritted his teeth, kicking a nearby tree, shaking its branches noisily, startling several night-roosting birds into flight.

Suddenly, he sensed something, squinting into the depths of the tree shadows, sniffing lightly.

There was an unfamiliar scent.

Malachi Arcanus’s eyes suddenly turned cold, his lazy demeanor vanished.

"Come out."

He squinted his eyes and scanned his surroundings: "Or...do I need to ’invite’ you personally?"

The forest was silent for a moment, before a rustling sound quietly emerged.

A black shadow slowly emerged from behind the tree, revealing a pale face under the moonlight, with a strange smile hanging at the corner of the lips.

"Lord Malachi’s temper is quite fiery, huh..."

The newcomer’s voice was hoarse, his arms fleetingly flashed with tiger stripes, "How about I help you... extinguish the fire?"

"Levi’s men?"

Malachi instantly recognized the newcomer, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire suddenly surged from his palm, "Came to The Wolf Tribe seeking death?"

The Winged Tiger Tribe was no longer the Winged Tiger Tribe of old, the old Clan Leader was dead, Caleb disappeared, and after the new Clan Leader Levi took the position, he acted increasingly vicious and ruthless.

Last time, when the epidemic broke out, The Wolf Tribe sent prescriptions and Holy Water to various tribes, naturally also sending a share to the Winged Tiger Tribe.

All tribes came to express their gratitude, except the Winged Tiger Tribe and Swine-Dog Tribe, which remained silent.

Now, beastmen from the Winged Tiger Tribe secretly infiltrated Sky-mist Canyon in the dead of night and successfully snuck into The Wolf Tribe, clearly not just visiting.

What’s up with the beastmen on patrol tonight? Letting the intruders so easily sneak in, they would have to be shaken up properly later.

Malachi pondered, though his face revealed nothing, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire in his palm becoming more vigorous, lighting his face in flickering light and shadow, he coldly sneered, "Sir, sneaking into my Wolf Tribe in the dead of night, what might be your intention?"

This beastman was Harlan, the younger brother of Levi, the new Clan Leader of the Winged Tiger Tribe.

The news of Luna Sutton in the Lower Domain of The Beast World Continent receiving guidance from The Beast God has long spread.

Not only has she grown increasingly beautiful, she also knows how to heal the sick and save lives, even like making delicious food and building homes, crafting pottery, and refining iron.

What tribe wouldn’t be envious of such a talented female?

Previously, the Winged Tiger Tribe had Pearl Vance, as well as Chloe Callahan; both had once received guidance from The Beast God. They weren’t particularly eager for Luna Sutton.

But now Pearl is dead, Chloe also gone, so circumstances are naturally different.

Levi entertained selfish motives, unwilling to trade resources in exchange; he directly sent people to sneak into Sky-mist Canyon to kidnap her back to the Winged Tiger Tribe.

Once Luna Sutton reached their Winged Tiger Tribe, wouldn’t those delicious foods, houses, pottery, iron tools, and even medical recipes all belong to their Winged Tiger Tribe?

By then, their Winged Tiger Tribe could become the most powerful tribe, trampling those who once looked down on them.

Harlan was the one Levi sent to execute this task.

He thought his strength within the Winged Tiger Tribe was already top-notch, with sixth-tier power, enough to let him walk horizontally in any tribe.

Of course, excluding that freak Caleb.

But upon seeing Malachi’s palm-shaking Red Lotus Karmic Fire, feeling that terrifying pressure sweeping up to him, did he realize how grievously mistaken he was.

Eleventh tier.

A height he could never aspire to in this lifetime.

Harlan’s heart was horrified to the extreme, sweat poured down his forehead, his legs feeling as heavy as they were filled with lead, without any courage to flee.

He couldn’t help but wail internally: Someone tell him why Malachi’s strength was this terrifying? Why hadn’t a shred of this information leaked?

If he had known earlier about Malachi’s power level, he wouldn’t have taken this task even if beaten to death.

But now, regrets were too late.

He forced a smile, "Lord Malachi has misunderstood, I am sent on Clan Leader’s orders to deliver a token of gratitude. With too many prying eyes during the day..."

"You’re talking crap."

Malachi suddenly burst with rage, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire transformed into a long whip and lashed out, "Who’s delivering a token of gratitude sneakily in the dead of night, you think I’m easily fooled or what?"

Harlan was lashed open by the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, his screams startled the whole forest’s strix.

His complexion grew paler, he couldn’t help but spit blood, frantically retreating in fear.

Suddenly, he flung three Bone Nails from his sleeve, directly aiming for Malachi’s face.

"Mere child’s trick."

Malachi sneered coldly, dealing with this rabble didn’t even need him to transform, the Karmic Fire formed into a shield, melting the Bone Nails into iron liquid, the scattered embers burned up all the dry leaves on the ground.

Luckily the fire wasn’t large, it soon extinguished without burning down the whole forest.

Harlan became more terrified, transformed into his original form, the Winged Tiger, he turned and fled, wings spread wide as he soared into the air.

"Your Wolf Tribe monopolizes the Beast God Envoy, sooner or later..."

Before he finished speaking, Rhys Blackwood appeared out of nowhere, already transformed into his original form, Aethel Serpent, his tail swept out and plucked Henry directly from the air.

Malachi instantly leaped up, his hands transformed into sharp claws, piercing through Harlan’s chest and out of his back.

"Leave him alive."

Corbin’s voice came from afar, but alas, by the time he arrived, it was already too late; Henry’s entire chest was pierced through by Malachi’s sharp claws, dead beyond revival.