Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 561 Ruoruo: Please hold on for three more breaths…

Gazing at the alluring girl before him, Xiao Yan felt his mouth go dry and his eyes widen in disbelief.

Nine years have passed.
Back then, the still-naive Hun Ruoruo was already a stunning beauty, and now she is even more beautiful than words can describe. Even her own father dared not hope that she would become his wife when he saw her.

However, Xiao Yan never made any breakthrough progress with the other party from beginning to end. They didn't even establish a relationship, and the number of kisses they had was so few that you could count them on your fingers.

He really couldn't hold back any longer!
Xiao Yan took a few deep breaths, forcibly trying to look away: "Ruo Ruo, you're about to see that."

"Senior brother is already Ruoruo and Heming's boyfriend, why would he still have these concerns?"

Hun Ruoruo chuckled, her fingertips lightly hooking at the corner of the open gauze, as if to quietly reveal the secret beneath that was too shameful to be seen by others. "Or is it that Senior Brother also wants to become the successor of the Yin Valley of this generation and have a heart of stone?"

Xiao Yan remained silent.

The next moment, he suddenly strode forward, came to the side of the bed, grabbed the girl's waist, and pressed her down hard.

Without giving her any time to react, Xiao Yan leaned down and roughly kissed her lips.

As if she had just woken up from a dream, the sweetness in the girl's mouth was even more intense than usual, like freshly melted honey, warm and smooth.

"woo"

Hun Ruoruo's starry eyes narrowed slightly, and her already soft body instantly melted away like water.

She instinctively tried to resist, but was firmly suppressed by the young man's increasingly skillful techniques. She quickly collapsed and slumped down, her upper body almost completely succumbing to his offensive.

The gossamer-thin gauze dress had long since vanished, and heavy, hot breaths continued to spray onto her snowy neck, bringing forth large patches of blush.

As the girl thrashed about like a dying animal, Xiao Yan finally slowed his attack and suppressed the lust in his eyes.

"Boom!"

Their lips parted, creating a sound that evoked a sense of longing, followed by a series of violent gasps as if they were drowning.

"Are you still going to play with fire?"

Xiao Yan's voice was hoarse and deep as he held the girl's face and asked, word by word.

"Haa, hoo, hoo."

Hun Ruoruo's chest heaved, her beautiful eyes fixed on the young man before her, and she muttered intermittently, "He lasted three more breaths than last time."

Her voice was barely audible, and upon closer listening, it even carried a faint hint of a sob from exhaustion. However, her eyes showed no sign of backing down, and she met Xiao Yan's gaze without flinching.

Xiao Yan almost thought he had misheard: "What did you just say?"

This vixen, she even calculates the length of her kisses? What on earth is going on in her head?

"nothing."

Hun Ruoruo casually wiped away the glistening tears from her lips and pursed them.

"When are you planning to let go, senior brother?" she whispered. "You're hurting me."

"Oh, sorry!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan shuddered and reflexively released his grip, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He considered himself quite knowledgeable, yet he had never heard of any woman calculating the length of a kiss when aroused. This was beyond unconventional; it was downright bizarre.

This is extremely bizarre!

If other durations are added in the future, then...
Xiao Yan dared not think about it anymore. A rare hint of wariness appeared in his eyes as he looked at the girl, clearly indicating his deep fear of her.

Sensing the weight on her body lessen, Hun Ruoruo didn't hesitate at all. She reached out and grabbed the bodice beside her, quickly covering up her exposed skin. The whole movement was smooth and effortless, without the slightest panic.

Of course, this is on the premise that one must ignore the faint, intoxicating blush on her face.

While words can be intimidating, such a dangerous confrontation ultimately depends on individual ability. With Xiao Yan's unique abilities, even if he deliberately restrains himself, he is still more than capable of making Hun Ruoruo unable to resist.

In matters like this, are men really so invincible?

Hun Ruoruo glanced at the tall young man beside her. When she saw that he was looking at her in the same way, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly suppressed her sense of powerlessness and glared back angrily.

"Indeed, this is not an illusion." She took a deep breath and suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan was visibly taken aback for a moment, then quickly dropped his joking tone and nodded in agreement: "That's right."

Hun Ruoruo looked at him in surprise: "You already knew?"

“Even if I’m not as smart as my junior sister, as her senior brother, I can’t just do nothing, can I?” Xiao Yan rubbed his nose. “At least I’ve been here a few more days than you have.”

"Oh?" Hun Ruoruo's lips curled up slightly: "I originally thought that Senior Brother's mind was full of fighting and killing, and that he was always blinded by lust when he had nothing to do. But now it seems that Ruoruo really underestimated you."

Although Hun Ruoruo no longer feels the same resistance to intimate actions with Xiao Yan as she used to, the current situation in Yin Valley is strange, and she certainly wouldn't rashly choose to seduce him at this time.
At most, I can only offer him some words of comfort.

Hun Ruoruo knew very well that despite Xiao Yan's resolute appearance, he had never felt secure. If it weren't for an emergency, he probably would have wanted to stick by her side every day.

Fortunately, despite being clingy, this little guy wasn't affected much, and his injuries had mostly healed, making her worry for nothing.

Fortunately, the previous kiss was also the best possible test.

It's important to understand that kissing is unlike any other physical contact; it's a genuine fusion of water and fire. With Hun Ruoruo's exceptionally unique pure water constitution, she could almost instantly sense the speed of the battle qi circulating within her body, as well as the wondrous sensation of water and fire merging together. This feeling could not be faked by an illusion.

Just like the Void Devouring Flame of the past, even though it possessed the ability to devour all things, it could not easily refine the Soul Water Battle Qi condensed by the Soul Sea Spirit, because this exceeded its cognitive limits.

The scene before us is the same.

As a special energy derived from the Burning Technique and the Soul Sea Spirit Transformation, Hun Ruoruo was certain that no illusion could imitate it. That was why she chose to test Xiao Yan the moment she saw him.

As it turns out, the Valley of Sound they were in was indeed not an illusion, or at least not as simple as an illusion.

Hun Ruoruo's eyes darted around, and she said with a smile, "However, with my half-step Heavenly Realm soul, I could only barely see a clue. How did you manage to do it, Senior Brother?"

Xiao Yan chuckled and slowly uttered two extremely irritating words: "Intuition."

Hun Ruoruo's pretty face hardened, she snorted coldly, and turned to leave.

"Hey, Ruoruo, don't be angry."

Seeing this, Xiao Yan became anxious and quickly reached out to embrace her slender waist, pulling her back into his arms: "I didn't lie to you."

"Is it really intuition?" Hun Ruoruo asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's just intuition!" Xiao Yan repeated earnestly.

Sensing the force coming from her waist, Hun Ruoruo struggled for a moment, then simply let him go.

She sighed softly and said irritably, "Fine, even if it's intuition, there has to be a reason, right? It can't be because you're a chosen one who can stumble upon good fortune wherever you go, so you just blindly guess, can it?"

"Of course not."

Being called the 'Chosen One' by the other party made Xiao Yan feel inexplicably embarrassed. He scratched his head and explained, "Does Ruoruo know that the Golden Crow's Cry was not lost?"

Hun Ruoruo gave a soft "hmm".

Having regained consciousness, she had already inquired about the recent situation from An Wan, so she was no longer as clueless as she had been when she was asleep.

“The Golden Crow’s Cry has not been lost, but you have indeed been sealed by the Azure Sea Venerable. Therefore, there are only two possibilities.”

"Firstly, the Grand Elder lied. He is the traitor who colluded with Venerable Qinghai to secretly move the location of Golden Crow's Cry. However, after my probing, I have basically ruled out this possibility."

In Xiao Yan's view, although the Grand Elder was old-fashioned and rigid, he was extremely protective of the disciples of Yin Valley. When the two fought, the Grand Elder even spared no effort to protect the disciples below who were affected, just to prevent them from being injured by the Soul Sound.

The moment his attack hit, the opponent deliberately lowered his defenses, creating a situation of evenly matched strength, which allowed him to successfully probe the essence of the opponent's soul.

Even though there were some conflicts between them at the beginning, Xiao Yan no longer had any intention of blaming this thoughtful old man.

As Xiao Yan earnestly analyzed the situation, Hun Ruoruo's attention was gradually drawn in, and her lotus-like feet began to sway gently behind her, appearing quite adorable.

She propped her chin up, staring intently at the other person, and asked curiously, "And the second one?"

Secondly.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, his gaze gradually turning cold: "Then, none of us lied."

"To prove this conjecture, we must first see the root cause of all these contradictions: the cry of the golden crow!"

Yin Valley, Queyin Palace.

Holding the girl who had temporarily lost her fighting spirit in his arms, Xiao Yan bypassed the bustling square and quietly slipped into the hall.

"Look!"

Hun Ruoruo jumped down from Xiao Yan's arms and walked into the interior with ease, as if she already knew the place like the back of her hand.

"The zither on the left represents ink, and the se on the right represents peace. This is a rule set by the ancestors of Yin Gu."

In ancient times, the right side was always considered superior. Phrases like "moved to the left" and "no one could surpass him on the right" all illustrate that the right side was more positive than the left. The architectural design of the Yin Valley also follows this principle.

"Of course, Mo is on the left and An is on the right, but that doesn't mean An is more noble than Mo. Do you know why, Senior Brother?"

Hun Ruoruo chuckled and, without waiting for Xiao Yan's response, answered her own question: "They said that Mo wanted to protect An for life, even at the cost of his life, so he was willing to lower himself by one rank."

"Hmm, it does sound like a very beautiful story." Xiao Yan nodded in approval without giving it much thought.

“But I don’t think so.” Hun Ruoruo blinked. “If the zither is broken, how can the se play a solo?”

“The zither is broken, so the se must continue to be played.” Xiao Yan answered without hesitation.

"Silly senior brother, what you're playing alone isn't a melody, but a swan song." Hun Ruoruo stuck out her delicate tongue. "We've arrived!"

She looked up and saw a lifelike relief mural prominently embedded in the wall of the empty, enormous hall.

The two divine birds, entwined and singing in harmony, intertwine and reflect each other, just like the patterns engraved on the Golden Crow's Cry!
Hun Ruoruo quickly stepped forward, without the slightest hesitation, gently bit her fingertip, and dripped her blood onto the mural.

"Om-"

The already lifelike golden crow suddenly seemed to come alive, its indifferent eyes scanning the area below, as if it were about to soar into the sky at any moment.

Seeing this scene, Hun Ruoruo's pupils contracted slightly, a strange light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and then she quietly curved her lips into a playful smile, murmuring softly:
"There are indeed two golden crows crying!"

(End of this chapter)