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

Chapter 513 - 386: Sacrifice

She was thinking about opening up fields for planting as she walked, remembering that last year’s reserved rice and corn were still piled up in the warehouse.

With the snow season over and all things revived, it was just the right time to sow new crops.

But first, they needed to clear new land.

Last year, everyone was busy building houses and city walls, and then there was Kian Sterling’s situation, followed immediately by childbirth.

And then the plague broke out.

There were endless things to deal with, and by the time everything settled down, the weather had already turned cold—there wasn’t any spare time left for land clearing.

Thinking about all this, she soon realized her steps had brought her to Lyle Sutton’s door.

And just then, she bumped right into Mason Sutton coming out from inside.

Mason instantly noticed her and froze in his tracks: "Hey, sis, why are you here at this hour? Looking for Father?"

Luna Sutton looked up, saw her big brother, and smiled, nodding: "Yep. Came to discuss land clearing and planting with Father. Is he inside?"

Mason shook his head, "Nope, Father went to see the Priest, said they’re discussing the spring festival."

She was instantly stunned—The Wolf Tribe had a festival too?

Why had Father never mentioned it?

She quickly searched the original Luna’s memories and found that, yes, it was a thing.

The Wolf Tribe held a ritual every spring.

Not just the Wolf Tribe; it was the same for all tribes across The Beast World Continent.

But the date wasn’t fixed.

Instead, they’d choose an auspicious day at the start of spring to pray for The Beast God’s blessing—good weather, abundant hunting, and the tribe’s safety.

It was also a celebration of winter’s end, life returning, and the new hunting year about to begin.

When she transmigrated last year, it was during The Blazing Season, the hottest time, so she’d never attended the spring ritual.

As the Beast God Envoy and disciple of the Priest, she definitely had to participate in this annual spring festival.

"Bro, did the Priest set the date for the ritual yet?"

She turned her gaze to Mason, quickly asking.

She wasn’t sure if it would clash with the Dragon Clan’s ancestral ritual.

Mason frowned, "Not yet. The Priest said he needs to divine and pick an auspicious day. But I figure it’ll be within these few days, not dragged out long."

She breathed a sigh of relief—a non-conflicting schedule was good.

She was about to turn and go find Lyle Sutton at the Priest’s place, but Mason suddenly grabbed her.

"Oh, right, sis."

Mason lowered his voice mysteriously, "Are you guys secretly practicing something? Why did I see Corbin Crowley, Zeke Veridian, and the others flying around on swords in the back mountain?"

Sis was one thing—she’s the Beast God Envoy and the Priest’s disciple, so having some unusual powers was normal.

But Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, those guys were also flying around on swords, and that was just weird.

Luna Sutton was stunned for a moment, then realized he was talking about sword flight.

She secretly used the Qi Observation Skill to peek at Mason, saw a white aura above his head.

White meant average luck—a mediocre life, nothing special.

She quietly checked his aptitude, and found he didn’t have a Spirit Root at all.

But beastmen could cultivate even without a Spirit Root; according to the system, beastmen were basically demon cultivators from the Cultivation Realm.

They could totally practice demon cultivation techniques.

But with Mason’s luck and aptitude, there really wasn’t much hope for cultivation.

She quickly withdrew the Qi Observation Skill, looked at Mason, coughed twice: "Um...bro, yeah, we are practicing a new skill, but it needs a special talent. You...might be better off aiming to be the tribe’s top warrior—it’s more practical."

Mason’s face fell instantly: "Special talent? Don’t tell me it’s another Beast God ’dream revelation’ thing?"

He eyed his sister warily, "When you were little and wet the bed, I always covered for you with Mom, and now you’re pulling riddles on me?"

Luna Sutton burst out laughing, just about to explain.

Suddenly, she glimpsed the Old Priest stumbling out of the yard with his Bone Staff, Lyle Sutton trailing behind and chatting about something.

Lyle spotted the sibling duo instantly, and just straight up ignored his disappointing son.

Though honestly, Mason wasn’t that disappointing—just a bit ordinary.

But compared to his genius daughter and seven freakishly talented sons-in-law, this son seemed pretty useless.

No matter how he looked at him, he found him irritating.

"Luna, you’re just in time. The Priest just divined an auspicious date—spring ritual will be held in seven days. Your master and I have decided: this year, you’ll lead the ritual."

Lyle’s gaze was fixed straight on Luna Sutton.

As he spoke, he strode right over and stopped in front of her: "You’re the Beast God Envoy now, your prestige surpasses the Old Priest. You hosting the ritual is perfect."

Luna Sutton was stunned—she’d be in charge of the spring ritual?

Though after transmigrating, she’d kept the Beast God Envoy title and had accomplished a fair bit.

Like leading everyone in building houses and solving the plague.

But hosting the grand spring ritual? That was new territory.

She didn’t even know the full process.

She’d only ever assisted the Old Priest once.

And that was after discovering the Salt Lake—holding a ritual to thank The Beast God.

That had to be different from the spring ritual.

She automatically looked over at the Priest.

The old man stroked his beard and winked at her, "Don’t panic, kid. The process is nearly the same as last year—just a bit bigger. You’re the Beast God Envoy. Just stand on the altar and whip out a couple of Spells, everyone’s impressed."

Luna couldn’t help but roll her eyes—this Old Priest really wasn’t reliable.

He thinks you just stand up there and recite some ritual words and that’s it?

If it were that easy, Father wouldn’t bother discussing it with her.

She frowned and thought for a moment: the Dragon Clan’s ancestor ritual was at the beginning of next month, the Wolf Tribe’s ritual was seven days from now, so they didn’t conflict.

She looked at Lyle Sutton, seriously: "Father, since you and Master both think I should host, I won’t decline. But I need to prepare—review the process and the ritual words again."

Can’t just stand up there clueless and embarrass herself.

"Alright, then take these days to prepare. Anything you don’t understand, ask your master."

Lyle didn’t doubt his daughter’s capabilities at all—even if she wasn’t experienced, the Old Priest would be right there to help. He wasn’t worried one bit.

Luna remembered why she’d come to talk with Lyle, and changed the topic: "Father, it’s time to prepare for planting. Last year’s rice is still piled in the warehouse, we need to start seedling cultivation soon, but first need to clear fields."

Lyle instantly frowned: "Clearing land? Planting? You mean that thing you mentioned last year...burying seeds in the dirt and letting them grow by themselves?"

"Not just let them grow by themselves."

She facepalmed, exasperated, but patiently explained: "First, open up the wild land, then plow, fertilize, start seedlings, transplant..."

"Wait wait wait—"

Lyle waved his hand to interrupt, "Father doesn’t understand any of that. Just tell me how many people you need, I’ll let you assign them directly. I’ll give you the warehouse key."

He was just about to pull out the key, but then remembered his daughter had to go to the Dragon Clan next month, probably wouldn’t have time.

Those seven sons-in-law would definitely go with her too.

Which meant all this hassle would fall on him in the end.

He couldn’t even tell rice from weeds—how was he supposed to plant anything?

He started to get a headache.

Suddenly, he shoved the key into Mason’s hand: "Mason, I’m leaving this to you. Take the Hunting Party to clear land. No need for everyone, leave some for hunting. Just do what Luna says."

Mason held the key, totally bewildered: "Father, I’ve never planted anything..."

"Then learn."

Lyle immediately glared at him, "Your sister’s a genius. Why are you so dumb? Don’t you look anything like me. That rice tasted so good last year—if we can grow it, our tribe will never starve again."

Mason got a tongue-lashing from Father, but didn’t dare talk back.

He could only agree with a bitter face.

In his heart, he started blaming his brothers-in-law.

Those guys were way too capable—it just made him look all the more useless.

Luna saw things were assigned and didn’t meddle further.

She turned to go consult with the Priest about the spring ritual’s details and process, plus what to watch for.

She definitely didn’t want to embarrass herself.

The two crossed the yard and headed to the Priest’s house.

"Master, you really need to air out this room."

She wrinkled her nose, kicked aside a tortoise shell near her feet—the smell was honestly not great.

The Old Priest laughed as he propped open a window, then pulled out a rolled-up, yellowed hide from under his fur mat: "Kid, the ritual process is all here. Memorize the incantations, follow the steps, and at the end, throw in a couple Spells to wow everyone. That’s it."

Luna listened carefully, took the hide and unrolled it, and her mouth twitched.

Who could read these Ghost Talisman scribbles?

"Master, are you painting talismans or taking notes here?"

"Cough cough..."

The Old Priest awkwardly snatched back the hide, "Uh, I’ll recite, you write."

Once they finished copying the ritual process.

The old man suddenly lowered his voice, eyes shining: "Kid, be honest with your master—what does Foundation Establishment feel like?"

She raised her brow, swept her eyes over him, half-smiling: "Let’s talk when you get your cultivation to Qi Refining Twelfth Level first, old man."

"Heh, yeah, I know that. Just wanted to ask, you know?"

The Old Priest grinned awkwardly, eyes pleading: "Kid...on that potion from last time..."

"You think it grows like cabbage? It’s gone."

She instantly understood what he meant, couldn’t help rolling her eyes—the old man was too optimistic.

The Priest looked disappointed, but didn’t press further.

Luna secretly chuckled—at least he knew when to quit.

It wasn’t her being stingy, just that the potion really was gone.

She left the Priest’s place just as dusk was settling in.

She rubbed her sore shoulders, thinking how the ritual process was really complicated, but at least she’d memorized it and knew what to do.