The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle Chapter 178: Suffocating Pressure

She had only heard of his legends.

One man cutting down a hundred enemies, his cold sword unsheathed, the enemy troops terrified at the very ntion of his na.

Married for so many years, it wasn’t until the day she moved in that she saw him showing a different expression for the first ti.

It was a fleeting look of astonishnt, and a hint of... an indescribable curiosity.

In that mont, she suddenly felt that perhaps this man wasn’t as cold and heartless as rumored.

To be honest, every ti she looked back at the past, she felt she had no regrets.

She shouldn’t have tolerated, nor should she have humbled herself to please.

Taking criticism?

That was his own doing.

Thankfully, Caleb had a bit of humanity left and hadn’t completely lost his mind.

Otherwise, with his body enhanced by the system.

Even with the Female Protection Law clearly stipulated, just one punch, and she might have been gone by now.

Even if it happened, he would at most face so punishnt.

Those of high status can easily escape punishnt.

Killing an ordinary female?

In their eyes, it might just be like stepping on an ant, at most writing a self-criticism, but would they really execute him?

Claire Joyce knew herbal dicine, which is a rare and practical skill.

Though the village was remote, the land was fertile, and the water source was clean.

If she led the organization of people to plant flowers, harvest, and concoct potions.

The logistical support could be sustained stably.

No longer needing to rely on others’ charity, nor to humbly seek resources.

The flowers left in the villa were already withered, yellow, and lifeless.

As for the newly supplied seeds?

They were all rare varieties allocated from The Royal Palace, and now even the supply had been cut off.

Raw materials?

Had long been unsure where to get them from.

She explained the plan in its entirety to Claire Joyce.

After speaking, she quietly awaited the other’s reaction.

Claire listened, was silent for a few seconds, her fingers unconsciously twisting her clothing.

"Just that? All right. Our villagers may not have other skills, but farming, that’s our ancestral craft."

"But..."

She frowned, her voice tinged with hesitation.

"We really don’t know how to extract potions, the process. Just having flowers is useless."

Wildflowers were plentiful outside, scattered here and there in the mountains and wilderness.

But most of them were inconspicuous little wildflowers, colorless and with faint fragrance.

And those large and splendid ones were almost always man-eating monster flowers.

Vines that can entwine people, stans that can spray toxic mist, which she’d avoid when seen.

Only aristocrats would plant those beautiful yet useless ornantal flowers according to hearsay.

Purely to embellish appearances, they can’t be eaten, nor used in dicine.

"Don’t worry, just focus on planting."

Selene’s tone was relaxed.

"I’ll handle the technical aspects."

This system’s Golden Finger is her biggest trump card, and only she can use it.

The key thod for extracting potions absolutely cannot be leaked.

If the Empress were to catch wind of it, discovering that commoners could replicate resources only the nobility could enjoy, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Claire agreed.

A few days later, the first batch of potion trials succeeded.

She personally took a small drop, closed her eyes, sat quietly for a mont, and then suddenly opened her eyes wide.

Her whole body trembled, as if electrocuted.

She raised her hand, looking at her palm, her voice trembling.

"Selene! I feel... my spiritual power seems to have increased a bit! Really, I can feel it!"

Her eyes quickly brightened, a long-lost hope ignited within her pupils.

"Is this stuff really that amazing? No wonder the nobles have such strong spiritual power! If we could use it too, could it an... could it an everyone could level up?"

Selene looked at her excited expression, smiled, and gently ruffled her slightly ssy hair.

"It’s not that mystical, don’t think too simply."

"The genes of the nobles are selectively cultivated and passed down through generations. The Empress is S-level, and The Royal Family’s bloodline can only go up to A-level. If it were that easy, just drinking so potion would level up, The Royal Family would have all been S-level long ago, and there wouldn’t be a shortage of high-level females, would there?"

Claire lowered her head, her fingers curled, her voice gradually lowering: "True... I was too naive."

If it were that simple, the world would have been different long ago.

Where would there still be people stuck at B-level their entire lives, fighting desperately yet unable to break through?

Her na has been hanging on the Matchmaking Bureau’s list, without anyone showing interest.

Only those of the sa level can Calm each other, those of different levels are useless, just compatible downward.

The resonance between spiritual powers must be based on similar levels.

If the disparity is too large, forget calming, even the most basic perception would be impossible to achieve.

High-level beings would feel oppressive to those of lower levels just by being near them.

Only the spiritual fluctuations of the sa level can rge smoothly, calming each other.

Therefore, in this world where spiritual power is revered, level is the foundation of everything.

E-level?

That’s basically useless.

Most E-level Beastn can’t ever complete a full Transformation in their lifeti, only maintaining a half-human, half-beast state.

Even the most basic labor is difficult for them.

Their social status is extrely low, often marginalized, and even seen as burdens.

Though D-level Beastn can achieve basic human transformation.

Their physical coordination is poor, their movents stiff.

They often need a long ti of practice to master the techniques of walking and speaking.

Their intellectual developnt is also limited, with low comprehension ability.

Many can only engage in the simplest manual labor throughout their lives.

No matter how hard they study, they find it hard to break through the shackles of their talents.

Among the entire group, only a few D-level Beastn can truly walk out of the mountain village on their own.

Beastn usually awaken at a young age, soone like Selene Kane awakening in her teens is truly rare.

Most Beastn experience their first spiritual awakening between ages three to six.

Accompanied by severe physical changes and a painful Transformation process.

That is a necessary path for growth, the starting point of destiny.

Yet Selene Kane didn’t awaken suddenly until she was sixteen, without any warning.

This delayed awakening is extrely rare.

It usually ans that the power hidden within is extrely strong, but also carries significant risk.

And she awakened with S-level spiritual power, as if heaven was feeding her with a silver spoon.

S-level is a rarity throughout the continent, seen once in a century.

The spiritual power at that level not only far surpasses ordinary people but can influence weather, manipulate elents, and intimidate masses.

Selene Kane opened her eyes and beca a top-tier powerhouse.

Even the high levels of the military were alerted, sending people to investigate her origins.

Ordinary people may struggle their whole lives and may not break through to B-level.

Yet she stood directly at the apex.

If this thing could really boost her spiritual power, it would be fantastic.

Claire silently prayed in her heart.

Hoping that batch of seeds was not just food crops.

If they truly contained so mysterious power, capable of subtly enhancing the user’s spiritual power.

That would be a massive opportunity for the entire village.

Especially for herself.

Even a half-level improvent could free her from the shackles of E-level, no longer looked down upon.

She didn’t dare hope for miracles like the S-level, just hoped to get a little stronger.

Claire gripped the bag of seeds Selene gave her, quietly walking outside.

The corridor light was dim, casting her slightly trembling shadow.

She didn’t dare look back, nor stop.

Coming down the stairs, she encountered several god-like males, not daring to lift her head, sliding along the corner of the wall out.

Those n were tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, exuding a powerful spiritual pressure.

Even just standing there, they gave off a suffocating aura.