Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 558 A Perfect Life is Like a Minor Success

Since his battle with the Grand Elder, the name Mo Yan has swept through the entire Yin Valley like a storm, causing a huge uproar.

Apart from a few who knew that Xiao Yan was not a disciple of the Yin Gu lineage, everyone else racked their brains and desperately tried to find out every detail of the sparring match, clearly very curious about this unfamiliar young man who had fought the Grand Elder to a draw.

Who is the Grand Elder?
Being able to hold one's own against him, even with just one move, would be enough to make one the most outstanding among the younger generation, and even to become the top disciple of Yin Valley!
Once someone becomes the chief of the Sound Valley, they are almost guaranteed to become a reserve member among the many elders. The current chief, for example, was exceptionally accepted into the elders' council ahead of schedule as a member of the younger generation, and thus joined the enforcement team to begin his training.
For a time, the question of whether Mo Yan or the current chief disciple was stronger became a hot topic among all the disciples of Yin Valley.

In this heated atmosphere, the news of the little princess's disappearance was well concealed, and time began to slip away.

Three days later.

Despite being at the center of the storm, Xiao Yan remained completely unaffected, sitting quietly on a futon in the house, calmly recovering from his injuries.

With another breath, the young man slowly opened his eyes, a wisp of white mist from his completely refined battle qi flashing in his pupils.

"This body shaped by lightning tribulation is truly different from before."

He sighed softly and turned his gaze to his bare upper body, momentarily at a loss for words.

Since Xiao Yan learned the puppetry technique and engraved the patterns of the Heavenly Demon Puppet on his bones, his physical body has undergone what can be described as the most terrifying transformation in history.

As a puppet, everything revolves around combat and killing. Puppets have no need to worry about their appetites or the aesthetics of their bodies; they are true killing machines.

This is why, when the puppet's body is damaged, it does not attempt to repair itself like a normal human body. Instead, it completely blocks the flow of blood from the wound, turning it into a strange, sunken scar. The bones and muscle textures inside the body are exposed on the outside, which is extremely unsightly.

Of course, it would be one thing if it were just unattractive to look at, but the key issue is that this thing is also extremely inconvenient in daily life.

To give a simple example, have you ever seen anyone sleep on their stomach in bed and then poke a hole in it the next morning?!
Xiao Yan not only met him, but he was also the person involved.

In order to repair internal injuries, blood naturally flows through the entire body at a high speed, which is completely uncontrollable.

So much so that, apart from sleeping on the first day, he was forced to meditate instead of resting the rest of the time, which was extremely painful for him.

"There must be a solution to this, right? It can't go on like this forever; the price of becoming stronger is just too high."

Xiao Yan kept muttering to himself, glancing somewhat guiltily at the hole in the bed, and decided to put the matter of repairing the bed aside for the time being.

The main problem is that he doesn't know how to explain this to others.

He turned to look out the window, tapping the wooden table with a hint of boredom: "Judging by the time, it seems like three days have passed. Has Ruoruo still not woken up?"

Although the battle with the Grand Elder ended in a draw, Xiao Yan, as one of the participants, was well aware of the unusual nature of the battle at that time—

The old man's soul realm was extremely strong. Even if he had not reached the Heavenly Realm, he was definitely at the same level as Ruoruo. With his own cultivation at the early stage of the Spirit Realm, he should have been unable to shake the other party in the slightest.

However, to Xiao Yan's surprise, during the clash of their soul energies, the old man not only did not choose to retaliate, but even actively diverted his attention to protect the other disciples of the Sound Valley. This caused him to expose a slight flaw and be affected by the Soul-Seizing Technique.
Looking back now, Xiao Yan even felt that the slightest flaw he finally caught might have been intentionally exposed by the other party, with the aim of allowing him to glimpse the essence of their soul.

There is no doubt about the result.

The old man's soul was vast and profound, as solemn and sacred as the sound of Brahma, without even the slightest trace of evil energy, let alone any connection with the Soul Palace.

"If he has no connection with the Soul Palace, why would he say that the Golden Crow's Cry has not been lost?"

Xiao Yan was completely baffled.

He knew that the true answer could only be revealed by him and Ruoruo exploring together.
Dreams are usually very short, but the person in the dream always feels that it is incredibly long.

From a few hours to half a lifetime, the scenes woven in the mind seem to be endowed with an invisible power, holding sway over people's bizarre fantasies, yet they vanish rapidly upon waking and are forgotten in the blink of an eye. Only certain unintentional scenes remain faintly visible in consciousness. Those are the scenes shaped by the subconscious mind.

Hun Ruoruo then had such a long dream. There was no life of fear and anxiety, no forced scheming and killing, it was like a continuation of her childhood, except that she had moved from the Soul Realm to the Sound Valley, which was very different from it.

She is An Ruoruo.

If she didn't have the surname 'Soul', Xun'er would still regard her as 'a mere successor of the Yin Valley'. After arriving in Zhongzhou, she could no longer provide Xiao Yan with the same assistance as before. Even when she offered help, she would have to worry about whether it would implicate the forces behind her. But she didn't care.

Her mother was safe and sound, and some people even regarded her as their precious daughter. That was enough for An Ruoruo. She never liked to show off. Showing off in front of others might sound exciting, but it would only bring more trouble. Although her ordinary life was boring, it was better than nothing.

The saying goes, "A moderately full life is better than a perfect life."

"mother"

An unconscious groan escaped her lips, and the girl slowly lifted a corner of her eyelids, gazing sleepily at the figure on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah, you're awake?"

"."

The joyful shouts from beside her made Hun Ruoruo instinctively stretch out her arms and throw herself tightly into the woman's arms, her face rubbing against the soft brocade, greedily inhaling its fragrance.

"mother."

The sudden clingy behavior made An Wan blush slightly, and she chuckled as she ruffled the girl's soft hair: "Is our little princess still half asleep? If I were the Valley Master, I would never let you fall into such a deep sleep."

She reached out and pinched the girl's smooth cheek, saying with a grin, "Come on, call me senior sister."

"Sister?"

Hun Ruoruo, her mind hazy, muttered with some dissatisfaction, "Never mind. It doesn't matter."

As she spoke, the girl buried herself even deeper, resting her head on the exceptionally soft spot, ready to take another nap.

"Hey, you little girl!"

Despite her alluring appearance, like a ripe peach, An Wan was actually just an unmarried young woman with no experience in raising children. Her pretty face immediately turned as red as a sunset.

Seeing that the other party was still relentless, she simply cleared her throat and drawled out her words:
“Princess, you can stay in bed if you want, but your sweetheart is thinking about you day and night, and even went so far as to challenge the Grand Elder. If you don’t let him know you’re safe soon, he might fall ill from lovesickness. Is that alright?”

"Varied"

Upon hearing the words "little lover," Hun Ruoruo, who had been in a daze, almost reflexively jumped up, her beautiful eyes widening: "That bastard Xiao Yan actually went to challenge the Grand Elder?!"

An Wan smiled, her eyes crinkling, seemingly neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"This idiot!"

In her haste, she didn't even bother to correct the way the other woman addressed her. She immediately broke free from the woman's embrace and tried to get out of bed.

The loose pajamas slipped off her shoulders, revealing a dazzlingly fair complexion. The girl reached for the sleeve, but in the next instant, she froze in place as if she had been frozen in place.

"This"

Looking at her fair and slender forearm, Hun Ruoruo was unusually stunned.

The wrist, which was originally covered with hideous scars, was now, for some reason, completely free of any unsightly marks, as pure as if it had been reborn.
(End of this chapter)