Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 562 He's still your father

Because of the seal on her body, Hun Ruoruo has a very special connection with the Golden Crow's Cry. Even though it is currently suppressed, it will still be triggered again when she hears the cry.

But things are different now.

Although the golden crow before her was exactly the same as the one in her memory, there was no sign of the golden crow pattern in her body being triggered, which clearly indicated that the two did not originate from the same source!

There are two.

Upon hearing Hun Ruoruo's words, Xiao Yan was taken aback, then whispered in disbelief, "So, we really are in an illusion?"

Xiao Yan knew very well that with the strength of the Golden Crow's Cry, even the Sound Valley, one of the Three Valleys, could not possibly have the ability to mass-produce it; it was an absolute one-of-a-kind treasure.

Now that it has been proven that the Grand Elder was not lying, the only explanation is that we have returned to the illusion once again.

But this clearly contradicts Hun Ruoruo's previous speculation.
In an instant, the truth that seemed so close at hand suddenly seemed to become even more distant with the discovery before them.

"uncertain."

Hun Ruoruo suddenly shook her head and rejected the idea, saying, "If we are really in an illusion, what is the point of its existence? Is it just to play tricks on us? That doesn't make any sense."

"So what does Ruoruo mean?"

“My judgment was already clear: this is definitely not an illusion, and my mother could not have sent me here just to let us experience a meaningless bubble.”

Back in the Burning Flame Valley, Hun Ruoruo had glimpsed a corner of the other party's memories, and one sentence in particular remained vivid in her mind to this day—

'A chance to choose again.'

Facing the Fire Cloud Ancestor, An Suying clearly had no need to lie. Judging from the old man's reaction at the time, her actions were even enough to make a Dou Sheng blush with shame.

A mere illusion could obviously not achieve such a feat.

"Furthermore, I wonder if you have noticed, senior brother, that since we entered the Sound Valley, even though we have made such a big commotion, my mother has not made a sound."

Hun Ruoruo lowered her eyes and said softly, "Where do you think she went?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's eyes widened immediately.

Yup!

Whether it's his challenge to the Grand Elder or Hun Ruoruo choosing her 'harmonious partner', these are all major events in the Sound Valley. As the Valley Master of Sound Valley, how could Ruoruo's mother delay in stepping forward?

Xiao Yan had initially assumed that the other party had entered a state of seclusion, but now that he thought about it, it was clearly not plausible.

He licked his dry lips and said with a wry smile, "So what do we do now? If your mother refuses to show herself, we can't possibly barge into the Valley Master's mansion, can we?"

Hun Ruoruo shook her head: "Even if we were to take the plunge, it wouldn't be now."

"Huh?" Xiao Yan's eyes widened. "You really want to go in?"

Xiao Yan felt that his earlier determination to beat up his father-in-law was already a rebellious act, but now he was being forced to break into his mother-in-law's room!

Can this son-in-law really still be a good son-in-law?
"Look at you, so cowardly." Hun Ruoruo rolled her eyes at him with disdain, then stretched out her slender hand: "Give me your hand, hurry up."

As the ancestral artifact of the Sound Valley, the Golden Crow Cry naturally inherited the characteristic of 'harmonious music', and it was clearly not enough for her alone to fully awaken it.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan had no choice but to abandon his bizarre speculation and quickly stepped forward, mimicking the action by dripping blood onto the mural.

"Tick."

As the faint sound of blood droplets splattering rang out, another golden crow was instantly activated, raising its head and emitting a clear and melodious cry.

The two intertwined, scattering golden feathers across the sky, gradually manifesting in the shape of a bronze cymbal in mid-air. It was none other than the soul treasure that had posed a great threat to the two of them—the Golden Crow's Cry!

The next moment, the cymbals seemed to come alive, spinning rapidly and in the blink of an eye, they floated to the direction where Hun Ruoruo was, hovering quietly beside the girl, their Daoist aura flowing like stars chasing the moon.

"Is this the true form of the Golden Crow's Cry?" The girl's pupils reflected the brilliant golden light, and the rich, auspicious, and gentle aura seemed to cleanse even the soul.

This scene is completely different from the bizarre magical artifact that once caused bloodshed and demonic possession!

Suddenly, Hun Ruoruo felt a sudden inspiration and subconsciously reached out her finger to lightly touch the cymbals.

Seeing the girl's outstretched finger, Xiao Yan's pupils contracted, and he almost instinctively shouted, "Ruo Ruo, be careful!"

Before she could finish speaking, Hun Ruoruo's fingertips had already touched the cymbals.

"Om-"

Before Xiao Yan could react, the girl's pupils suddenly became lifeless, and she swayed and softly fell into a warm embrace.
"Ruoruo, Ruoruo?"

Faintly, a familiar voice seemed to resound deep within the soul, gentle and soft, yet carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible smile.

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo's previously confused consciousness instantly returned to normal.

Hearing that voice she had longed for day and night again, she felt her soul tremble and almost instinctively opened her eyes: "Mother!"

However, all that came into view was the cymbals suspended in mid-air and the anxious figure of a young man hugging himself.

"This, this is?"

Such an unbelievable scene left even Hun Ruoruo, with her vast knowledge, wide-eyed in astonishment and utterly shocked.

"Time...has been frozen?!"

"Hmm, it does seem to be true, but unfortunately, I don't have that ability. Maybe your old man could have given it a try."

The cool, clear female voice rang out again, but this time it carried a hint of playfulness, completely destroying its ethereal and otherworldly aura.

Hearing that familiar voice again, Hun Ruoruo finally stopped doubting. The complex emotions in her heart seemed to melt away, and she anxiously asked, "Mother, where are you? Why have you been hiding from me?"

A mocking voice came from the cymbals: "Tsk tsk, you heartless little girl. I wonder who was it that kept saying 'I hate my mother and want to see my father' all the time? How come you suddenly remember how good your mother is now?"

"I--"

Hun Ruoruo was speechless for a moment.

"It's all because Mother controlled me so much back then, keeping me confined to the courtyard every day, not allowing me to go anywhere." Her pretty face flushed red as she said, her neck stiffening. "Besides, I didn't even know who he was back then."

An Suying chuckled: "Just because you know who he is, does that mean you can deny his identity?"

"Like this handsome young man next to you, he also knows who you are, but has that affected your relationship?"

"This is different!" Hun Ruoruo exclaimed anxiously, "Mother, why do you always take his side after how he treated you?!"

From her initial conversation with Old Ancestor Huoyun to their long-awaited reunion, it seems the other party is always defending the man who hurt her, something Hun Ruoruo simply cannot understand.

If my mother hadn't been hurt, if she still loved that man, then what had all my efforts been for? And what was the point of witnessing that disgusting scene back then?!

Was it all just a futile effort?
If all her efforts in life were in vain, then what was the point of her living?
How he treats me is a matter between us adults, it has nothing to do with you. You are our child, and no matter how big the trouble is, it shouldn't affect you.

An invisible force seemed to emanate from the cymbals, gently caressing the girl's cheek and wiping away the tears that were about to fall.
"So, my dear, no matter what happens, I hope you can have a healthy family environment. Even if I can't give you the best, at least you can't lose to other children. This is the basic requirement of being a parent, and it's also a matter of competitiveness."

"He is, after all, your father."

The woman's voice was faint and complex, seemingly containing a hint of hope for the child's approval.

But Hun Ruoruo couldn't understand.

(End of this chapter)