The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 265 - 232: Rice

The Phoenix Clan was in utter chaos at this moment.

Celestia Fawkes was clutching her face and screaming in the Phoenix Treehouse. Her once beautiful face was now covered with tiny golden bumps, resembling either a sting from a poisonous bee or some kind of insect larvae squirming beneath her skin, which looked extremely disturbing.

"Ah... my face! Great Witch! Great Witch, save me!"

Celestia Fawkes was frantically scratching at her face, but the more she scratched, the itchier it became. Those little golden bumps began oozing light yellow pus, emitting a faint stench that made her feel so nauseated she vomited.

The Female Slaves were too frightened to approach and could only hurriedly go to fetch Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes.

Ignatius Phoenix had lost The Golden Silkworm King, the thief hadn’t been found, and she had slipped on honey and sprained her ankle, making her curse in pain with a rather unsightly expression.

Upon hearing about Celestia Fawkes’ accident, she disregarded the pain and hobbled over as quickly as she could.

"Great Witch, save me!"

Seeing Ignatius Phoenix coming, Celestia Fawkes immediately fell at her feet, crying heavily, her face full of tears and snot, looking even more disgusting.

Ignatius Phoenix pulled the tearful Celestia Fawkes up, and as she looked down, her expression changed dramatically, "You’ve been poisoned by The Golden Silkworm King?"

"Great Witch, you must save me. I don’t want to become a hideous monster."

Hearing that it was The Golden Silkworm King’s poison, Celestia Fawkes became even more terrified, crying sorrowfully, her tears and snot flying everywhere, showing not a trace of her usual arrogance and domineering nature.

Ignatius Phoenix’s face was extremely unpleasant: "The Golden Silkworm King is my cursed insect, stolen today... it must have been that thief who poisoned your rouge!"

She trembled as she checked the rouge jars on Celestia Fawkes’ dressing table, and indeed found golden silkworm poison silk in the most frequently used jar.

"Damn little thief!"

Ignatius Phoenix shook with rage, yet she was helpless, for The Golden Silkworm King’s poison could only be cured by The Golden Silkworm King itself.

Even she didn’t have an antidote now.

"What should I do? My face..."

Hearing that she needed to find The Golden Silkworm King to detoxify, Celestia Fawkes cried even more sorrowfully.

Soren Phoenix appeared at some point, leaning against the door frame, looking at his sister’s appalling face, not showing sympathy but instead chuckling, "Oh, little sister, are you going to turn into a golden toad?"

"Brother!"

Celestia Fawkes stomped her foot in anger, wiping the tears and snot off her face, feeling the bumps, which disgusted her, but she glared angrily at Soren Phoenix: "I’m like this, and you still laugh!"

Soren Phoenix shrugged, his fiery red feather robe gleaming in the candlelight, "Who told you to keep thinking of harming others? I’ve told you long ago, if Mael Valerius doesn’t want to marry you, let it go. The forced melon is not sweet. Why stubbornly cling to this, making it look like no one wants you and bringing disgrace to the entire Phoenix Clan."

He lazily fiddled with the Fire Jade Pendant around his waist, looking at his sister’s face full of golden bumps, with sarcasm at the corners of his mouth, "Besides, why involve yourself in such witchcraft? Now look, you’ve turned yourself into a toad."

These words pierced Celestia Fawkes’ heart like a needle.

Celestia Fawkes trembled with anger, her face darkening further, yet unable to retort.

But she didn’t think she was wrong.

Mael Valerius was her childhood betrothed, someone she genuinely liked, and from young, she identified him as her fiancé.

But Mael Valerius was like a cold stone that refused to warm, not only breaking off the engagement but also hurting her numerous times for a worthless, lower-domain female.

He even went as far as to crush the marriage contract between their clans.

How could she swallow such humiliation?

Resentment flashed in Celestia Fawkes’ eyes as she gritted her teeth, "Brother, you must help me."

Soren Phoenix paused his hand that was playing with the Fire Jade Pendant, a playful gleam in his eyes, "Help you with what? Continue harming others? Or help you snatch a male?"

He flicked his finger, sending the Fire Jade Pendant spinning in a beautiful arc through the air, "Little sister, take my advice. With our Phoenix Clan’s resources, you can have your pick of excellent males throughout Aetheria. Why cling to one tree?"

Ignatius Phoenix suddenly interjected, her tone sinister, "Young Master, for that lower-domain female to steal my The Golden Silkworm King, she must have used some dark magic..."

"Oh, please, Great Witch."

Soren Phoenix interrupted with a derisive laugh, "Your shabby altar can’t even keep out a rat, but..."

He cast a glance at Celestia Fawkes’ golden bump-covered face, unable to help muttering, "Truly ugly."

He silently turned his face away.

"But what?"

Celestia Fawkes suddenly rushed over, eagerly grabbing Soren Phoenix’s sleeve.

Soren Phoenix jumped in surprise, then leisurely brushed off her hand, "But I am indeed quite interested in that little female."

With that, he turned and left, his fiery red feather robe spinning out in a dazzling arc.