The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day

Chapter 515 - 388: Abolishing Vicious Customs

The Old Priest looked at his apprentice’s icy expression and inwardly cried—this was bad.

He had feared the girl wouldn’t accept it, so he’d deliberately left out the part about live cubs as offerings.

He’d even specifically told the beastmen to cover the cages.

Once the ritual ended, he planned for someone to quietly sink the cage into the river.

Now, with his apprentice’s piercing gaze on him, he could only bite the bullet and answer, "Girl, they’re offerings. The rules are the same every year: we select a pair of healthy cubs to sacrifice to The Beast God, beseeching the tribe for prosperity and a safe hunt..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when Luna Sutton’s cold voice cut him off: "Who made these rules? Using live cubs as offerings—if The Beast God knew, he’d never allow it. Master, you may be the Priest, but how can you bring yourself to commit such cruelty?"

She glanced into the cage at the trembling cubs—their terrified, helpless eyes stabbed into her heart like needles.

Fragments of ritual memories from the original Luna suddenly crystallized in her mind.

Except for when she’d first crossed over, unfamiliar with this world and glimpsing a few memories, she had rarely looked back since—certainly never noticed such things.

Her fury boiled over, and she fixed her gaze on everyone present, ignoring their strange looks, and shouted, "The Beast God is compassionate, his grace blesses all—how could he require the blood and flesh of innocent cubs for pleasure? Such barbaric practices are abolished from today onward."

"Girl..."

The Old Priest grew frantic, lowering his voice, "These rules were handed down by our ancestors. If you abolish them suddenly, The Beast God will punish us—the consequences are unbearable! Look..."

Before he finished—

Suppressed sobs rippled from the crowd below the altar.

A female, her eyes red, burst forward and tried to reach the cage.

But her beastman mate clung to her tightly: "Don’t lose your mind. To offer one’s cubs to The Beast God is an honor. He’ll bless us..."

"But that’s the cub I gave birth to with so much hardship..."

The female sobbed uncontrollably, her eyes swollen and red.

Several other mothers with cubs teared up as well, quietly weeping.

Every spring ritual, their greatest fear was that their own cubs would be chosen.

Once chosen, they could only become offerings to The Beast God.

No matter how much their hearts broke, nothing could be changed.

That was the tribe’s rule—and the rule across The Beast World Continent.

The surrounding beastmen gazed with conflicted expressions, reverent yet perplexed by Luna Sutton’s actions.

Unable to resist, they whispered among themselves.

"What’s with The Beast God Envoy? The rules are the rules..."

"Exactly. Every year it’s like this—now she says it’s forbidden?"

"If The Beast God gets angry, if game grows scarce, or plague returns, what then?"

"But...the Envoy has a point. That little one looks so pitiful..."

...

Lyle Sutton’s brows knitted so tightly they could crush a fly.

He watched his daughter’s intense reaction, utterly bewildered.

Luna grew up in the tribe, had attended countless rituals. In the past, she’d shown a hint of reluctance,

But never before had she publicly denounced it so fiercely, calling it "barbaric," even.

This was too unusual?

He swept his gaze over Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, Soren Phoenix, Mael Valerius—his seven sons-in-law.

And found that none seemed surprised; instead, their faces showed understanding and support.

His brows furrowed deeper; a thought flashed in his mind.

Could it be...The Beast God was sending new instructions through Luna?

Yes, that must be it.

Luna is the Envoy—her actions must have the blessing of The Beast God.

That thought squashed all his doubts in an instant.

As for the notion that his daughter’s soul had changed inside, he’d never truly considered it.

Not that it hadn’t crossed his mind, but his subconscious had pushed it down.

Just as voices of doubt grew louder and the scene threatened to spiral out of control—

Corbin Crowley stepped forward, glancing at all the beastmen present, his tone icy: "Luna was chosen by The Beast God—her words are divine edict. To question the Envoy is to question The Beast God himself."

Chill poured from him, making the temperature at the altar plummet.

The beastmen shivered despite themselves.

Rhys Blackwood only spat out, coldly, "If Luna calls it barbaric, then it IS barbaric."

His deep gaze swept over the crowd; invisible pressure silenced the commotion at once.

Kian Sterling still wore his gentle smile, but his voice was clear in every ear: "Everything in the world is tied by cause and effect. To trade a cub’s life for fortune—such slaughter won’t earn divine favor, but will harm the tribe’s luck and invite disaster."

He spoke to the beastmen present—and to the Old Priest.

And to himself.

Since learning his luck had dropped from purple-gold to red, his belief in karma had only grown.

Zeke Veridian’s bright green eyes glanced indifferently at the Old Priest’s flushed face, his usual cold tone touched by irony: "Priest, after decades of leading rituals, is this all you’ve learned—appeasing an imaginary being with cubs’ blood? If The Beast God truly craved blood, what difference would he have from beasts? Foolish and stubborn."

"Screw your old rules."

Malachi Arcanus’s explosive temper went off; he pointed at the cage and roared, "Using living cubs to fill the stomach of some unseen Beast God? I’ll be damned if I accept it. Old fool, the older you get, the duller you get."

Soren Phoenix flicked his fiery sleeves, peach blossom eyes halfway between a smile and not, but his tone carried weight: "Priest, times have changed. The Beast God has given Luna new instructions—from now on, no cubs will be used as offerings."

Mael Valerius said nothing, but his dark golden gaze was locked on the Old Priest, lips curled in a cold sneer.

His silent threat was stronger than any words—as if to say: dare lay a hand on those cubs and see what happens.

Seven top-tier Beast Husbands, their stance unwavering; their powerful presence blanketed the entire altar, quashing all doubts and whispers.

The Old Priest was left speechless, his beard quivering with anger.

He swept his gaze over Corbin and the others, inwardly cursing:

The rules of The Beast World Continent have always been like this, never saw you lot so worked up. Now this girl says one word, and you all jump up to scold the old man?

But everyone’s reasoning was solid, and this girl was The Beast God Envoy—he couldn’t argue.

He just stood to the side, face dark, thinking: do whatever you want, it’s none of his business now, right?

Luna Sutton seized the moment, came forward, lifted the cage’s cover, and pulled the two shivering wolf cubs into her arms.

The two cubs were clearly terrified, burrowing into her chest, their wet noses nudging against her.

"From now on, offerings in The Wolf Tribe will be grains and hunted game."

She looked at all the beastmen present, her voice clear: "The Beast God cherishes his people—how could he bear to devour cubs? Should disaster truly arise..."

She silently formed a spell; in an instant, countless vines burst from the ground, and a sea of flowers bloomed around the altar. Continues: "I, Luna Sutton, will bear it alone."

All the beastmen stared at the flower sea around the altar, dumbfounded, their faces stunned.

For a heartbeat, the scene was silent—then erupted in wild cheers.

Indeed, The Beast God is kind; why would he ever require the deaths of innocent cubs for blessings?

The cubs’ parents scrambled onto the altar, crying as they took their children, and knelt to kowtow.

Luna Sutton hurried to stop them, pulling them up with comforting words, then sent them on their way.

She turned to the Old Priest, whose face was still dark: "Master, shall we continue the ritual process?"

The Old Priest’s beard twitched, he huffed, swinging his sleeves: "Girl, you’ve released the offerings—what process is left?"

"Master, you’re mistaken—isn’t all this the offering now?"

She smiled sweetly, pointing to the array of goods on the altar.

Fresh game, wild fruit just picked, and vats of newly brewed fruit wine.

The Old Priest glared at her, turned his back, and pretended not to hear.

Clearly, he had no intention of taking part in the ritual anymore.

Luna Sutton knew she’d left the old man embarrassed today; he was angry about it.

She didn’t mind, stepped back onto the altar, and loudly recited the ritual words.

Fortunately, she’d memorized the process and wasn’t worried about making mistakes.

After the ritual ended—

Luna Sutton returned to her courtyard.

Corbin and the others followed behind, each with a different expression.

"Luna."

Kian Sterling suddenly spoke. "What you did today was excellent."

She turned to him with a faint smile. "I only did what I had to."

Kian’s expression grew complicated. "I’ve wanted to abolish this barbaric custom for ages. I tried telling my father, but he scolded me, saying it would offend The Beast God."

Luna Sutton raised her brows: "Now you’re Beast King of The Royal City. Just issue the order and abolish it, right?"

Kian shook his head, smiling wryly. "The Royal City may rule The Lower Domain, but ritual traditions are deeply rooted in every tribe. Today you broke the custom in public at The Wolf Tribe, which makes for a perfect opportunity."

He took a Beast King Order from his robes, summoning the Hidden Guard of the Royal City, ever ready in the shadows.

He handed the Beast King Order to the guard and commanded, sternly: "Transmit the king’s decree—from today forward, The Royal City and all subordinate tribes will abolish the custom of live cubs as ritual offerings. Anyone who disobeys shall be charged with rebellion."

"Yes, Beast King."

The guard received his orders, flickered, and vanished.

Soren Phoenix’s eyes flashed; he likewise summoned Phoenix Clan guards hidden in the dark, delivering firm orders: "Transmit the clan leader’s decree—The Phoenix Clan and all affiliated groups shall immediately abolish the ritual of live cubs as offerings. Violators will be banished, never to return."

He handed an insignia to the guard.

"Yes, Clan Leader."

The guard took the token, received the order, and vanished in a trail of fire across the sky.

Mael Valerius stood aside, arms crossed, snorting: "The Dragon Clan ancestral rituals never bothered with this nonsense."

Not that they didn’t want to—but dragon cubs were so precious and rare, their birth rates so low,

how could anyone bear to use them as offerings?