The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 234 - 215: Playing the Victim

Several guards of the Fox Clan exchanged glances; when Mael Valerius went crazy, he could flatten Mount Veridia—better to leave this headache to Elder Radiant.

After all, the reason the Mad Dragon gave was that he was taking his partner to her "parental home."

Around the bend on the mountain path, Logan Sterling muttered curses, holding a pot of freshly brewed Snow Ruo Chun: "A tailless waste from the Lower Domain dares to drink Snow Ruo Chun?"

Last night, he brewed a pot of Snow Ruo Chun for Kian Sterling, but added something extra.

The waste was quite formidable—he sniffed it out immediately, refused to drink even half a sip.

He just claimed the tea didn’t taste right and asked for another pot to be brewed.

He said he would detoxify himself once the tea was brewed to his satisfaction.

The festival was about to start, yet the snake poison within him remained.

Furious and anxious, Logan Sterling had no choice but to stay up all night picking fresh Snow Ruo Chun shoots to brew again.

He chuckled coldly: "This Snow Ruo Chun should naturally be paired with my saliva for authenticity—it’ll be flavorful enough."

He just lifted the lid of the teapot, ready to spit into it.

Suddenly, a cold laugh came from behind.

"Veridia’s hospitality is eye-opening,"

Mael Valerius stood three steps away, holding Luna Sutton, his dragon aura made the red fox’s knees go weak.

Though he disliked that fox and was deeply envious,

the way this red fox acted was revolting—spitting into a teapot.

Don’t think he didn’t see.

"Ma... Mael Valerius?"

Seeing who it was, Logan Sterling turned pale and nearly dropped to his knees.

Damn it, why did this mad man from the Dragon Clan show up at Mount Veridia?

Were the guards at the entrance slacking off? It was unbelievable no one stopped him!

Luna Sutton naturally heard Logan Sterling’s words about the "tailless waste" loud and clear, knowing instantly who he cursed, her heart flared with anger.

Seeing him lift the teapot lid to spit in it only fueled her rage.

Her gaze turned icy; a vine unfurled from her palm, snapping out: "Who are you calling a waste? Spitting into someone’s teapot—aren’t you disgusting?"

The vine lashed his wrist, the teapot fell to the ground, shattered into pieces.

Scalding tea splattered everywhere.

"Ah..."

Logan Sterling hopped from the burn, glaring at Luna Sutton: "What filthy wench..."

Before he finished, Mael Valerius kicked him, sending the red fox flying three meters, landing heavily on the ground.

"My partner isn’t someone you can curse."

He narrowed his eyes coldly, his dragon aura pressed Logan Sterling to the ground, shivering: "Next time if you cannot shut your mouth, beware that I might rip your tongue out."

Luna Sutton had no patience for this creature, she tugged Mael Valerius away: "Quickly, the festival is about to begin!"

Though she didn’t know the way, Mael Valerius did.

He had been to Mount Veridia before and knew where the altar was.

Mount Veridia appeared almost desolate—a few Fox Clan members were visible—most had gone to the altar for cleansing by lightning tribulations.

All Fox Clan members must undergo cleansing by nine lightning tribulations before the festival; such is the custom of Mount Veridia.

Logan Sterling’s face turned extremely unpleasant, but he had no mind to be angry now.

Afraid of missing the festival, he hurried up and ran back to brew another pot.

...

The Altar of Veridia perched atop the mountain, surrounded by nine towering stone pillars encircling the central Keravale, marked with ancient fox patterns.

Electric arcs coursed through the clouds, the thunderous roar pained people’s eardrums.

When Luna Sutton arrived, Kian Sterling had already reverted to his original White Fox form, in the center of Keravale undergoing the cleansing by lightning.

His body was bloody and battered, his snow-white fur charred and curled, looking extremely miserable.

Yet his beautiful fox eyes shone astonishingly bright, the remaining six tails ignited with Purple Gold Fox Fire, bearing one lightning tribulation after another.

"Kian!"

She instinctively wanted to rush over but was immediately halted by Mael Valerius gripping her wrist; his dark golden eyes flashed danger: "The tribulation isn’t over—do you wish to be struck to charcoal?"

Luna Sutton’s heart was anxious beyond measure; she struggled to shake him off, but the man’s arm was like iron grips—no amount of struggling could break free.

She glared furiously, "Let go of me—Kian’s strength is less than two-tenths; at this rate, he’ll die!"

Mael Valerius thought it would be fine if he died but feared provoking and angering her, nothing came out of his mouth.

His throat moved up and down twice, ultimately murmuring: "The tribulation may seem dangerous but has benefits too—not only tempering the body but also allowing him to become stronger—such chances are sought by others."

These were not false words; were it not for being a Fox Clan member, others wouldn’t even have a chance to be struck by lightning.