The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 122 - 121: League 7, Extra Meal

Chapter 122: Chapter 121: League 7, Extra Meal

As the two teams encountered each other, it was clear that neither was in good condition, so no one had the energy to engage in unnecessary thoughts.

In the early stages of the competition, the main focus was on killing Star Beasts because the cost of eliminating opponents was too great. A slight misstep could lead to a reduction in team members, an outcome not worth the risk, as it would decrease combat strength and leave the team vulnerable to others.

Many came for the large number of points awarded in the league, so there was an unspoken agreement among teams not to attack each other recklessly during the first four days.

Watching the few preparing to rest right there after putting down their equipment, Xu An, out of kindness, repeated Qu Tong’s warning to them.

To her surprise, the other team was not only ungrateful but also mocked them for letting an F-rank lead the team.

Fei Wenxing wasn’t pleased and was about to retort but was stopped by Qu Tong.

They still had to continue on their journey. The next destination was another two kilometers away, and it wasn’t worth wasting time on such trivial arguments.

"If only they’d look at the name more closely, they wouldn’t be able to say such things. Do they have the nerve to mock us?" Fei Wenxing grumbled discontentedly.

Qu Tong was unconcerned, the badges were circular, and the largest letter was on the top. It was normal for one to first notice the physical rank.

By the time they reached their destination, half an hour had passed, and night had completely fallen. Everyone was tired and, without regard for how clean the ground was, simply sat down on the spot.

Qu Tong took advantage of the break to release the Snow Lion from the Space Button.

The Snow Lion was large, and although it had been injured in places, there was still a vast expanse of fur that was intact.

Qu Tong stroked the Snow Lion’s fur, which was as soft and comfortable as she had imagined.

She wondered if she could take the fur after the competition ended; it would make for an excellent cloak or floor mat.

Qu Tong sliced through the fur, taking some meat and bones from the Snow Lion while carefully preserving a perfect cut.

Interstellar people ate a variety of Exotic Beast Meats, but they needed to be purified before consumption. The higher the level of the beast, the better the taste and the more expensive the price.

Song Ke watched Qu Tong bustling about and couldn’t help but be curious, "Sister Qu Tong, aren’t you tired? Don’t you need to rest for a while?"

In her view, an F-rank physical constitution meant weakness. Though Qu Tong didn’t engage in battle, she had traveled a long distance with them. Even Song Ke, the strongest member of the team, was feeling the strain, while Qu Tong appeared quite relaxed, which seemed somehow unjust.

"No need, I didn’t participate in the combat. You all take a rest. Let’s have an extra meal tonight, rest well, and continue tomorrow," Qu Tong casually said.

Qu Tong took out her own pot, which she had intentionally brought a large one of, and had pre-loaded it with an Energy Stone.

Xu An also came to help, and Qu Tong didn’t refuse.

However, when cooking the meat, she secretly poured several bottles of Energy Liquid into it, thankful that the Energy Liquid was faint in color and masked by the milky white broth produced by boiling the bones.

Otherwise, she would have had a pot of green soup to explain.

The top ten in the Military League were always the center of attention, and there was Qu Tong, an F-rank, unexpectedly among a group of S-rank and SS-rank team captains.

It also happened to be the evening peak period for traffic, and the popularity of Qu Tong’s livestream continued to rise.

There were Qu Tong’s foodie fans:

[The Princess Consort really goes for freshly killed meat, impressive!]

[I also really want to taste what fifth-order Snow Lion meat is like, too bad the league’s livestream doesn’t share flavors.]

[She even brought dried shiitake mushrooms; the Princess Consort must have thought of the recipes before entering.]

There were newcomers who were confused:

[Eh? Isn’t this the live broadcast of the Military League’s top ten? Did I enter the wrong channel?]

Eager early arrivals replied:

[You’re in the right place; even the top ten need to rest. It’s just our Princess Consort has replaced nutrient solution with Exotic Beast Meat.]

There were even those who teased:

[Tired of watching the intense combat, why not come to the Princess Consort’s livestream to have tea, chat, and relax with some sunflower seeds?]

Some were curious:

[What’s with this team? Highest A-rank, and there’s an F-rank and C-rank, ranked tenth? Are you kidding me? Is there a cover-up?]

Other netizens replied: [Who dares to rig a live-streamed military league?]

[I’m the most qualified to speak, as I was in the Princess Consort’s live room from start to finish, and I saw with my own eyes that every point they earned was by their own merit. At most, they were just incredibly lucky. Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand.]

Of course, there were those who didn’t fit in:

[Cooking Exotic Beast Meat, what’s so special about that? Wasting so much time would be better spent sleeping to replenish energy; I’d rather watch my goddess Weiying.]

In Qu Tong’s live room, there were all kinds of comments.

*

Gradually, the aroma of the meat wafted through the steam, tantalizing the already drained group.

Qu Tong watched Fei Wenxing and Cheng Yao with their ravenous gazes, soothing them, "Just a little longer. It’ll taste better when it’s more tender."

Fei Wenxing and Cheng Yao swallowed hard, nodding incessantly: "Uh-huh, we’ll listen to Sister Tong."

Qu Tong gestured to the live broadcast sphere, knowing that Wen You was very likely watching her live stream.

That gesture was the one she often used on Luyi Star to call Wen You for meals. If Wen You didn’t see it, she couldn’t be blamed.

Sure enough, within minutes, a flying vehicle hovered close by.

Wen You seductively tossed her hair, giving Qu Tong a flirtatious smile: "You remember me, Tong Tong. Turns out this sleep wasn’t wasted."

"Would you just shut your mouth?" Qu Tong glared at Wen You with a stern face.

Ignoring the startled or gossip-filled gazes behind her, she took Wen You aside.

"Why did you give the Space Button to His Highness when I asked you to keep it safe for me?" Qu Tong asked directly.

"Didn’t you tell me to give it to the boss? You should have said so earlier."

As Wen You replied, she caressed Qu Tong’s pretty, fair hand.

We’re both women, so why is there such a big difference?

Qu Tong shivered, shaking off Wen You’s touch with disgust.

"You really should..."

Qu Tong stopped Wen You’s suggestive talk with a look before Wen You could speak.

Seeing Qu Tong’s hair-trigger temper, Wen You decided to placate her: "Alright, alright, I won’t say it again."

Continuing with the previous subject, Wen You teased: "Isn’t the boss your husband? Why so anxious? Afraid he’ll see something scandalous?"

With a slightly raised eyebrow, Wen You’s expression was one of mockery.

"I’m not as close with His Highness as you are," Qu Tong shot back at Wen You.

Wen You was in a good mood upon hearing this, smiling and assuring: "Relax, knowing our boss’s character, he wouldn’t peep at your Space Button."

After some thought, Qu Tong felt that Si Yuting seemed quite genuine in the few interactions they had; she decided to tentatively trust in his character.

She didn’t have a better option anyway.

Asking Wen You to retrieve it now would only raise suspicion.

Moving past that subject, Qu Tong asked, "You guys haven’t rested yet at this late hour?"

"Not yet, your school’s instructors only change shifts once at midnight."

"And you guys?"

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