Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 569 First Impression of My Father

"Since you're here, aren't you going to take a look around, Su Ying?"

This was a scene that Hun Ruoruo had never seen since birth, a scene where the man called her father and her mother got along harmoniously.

Relaxed, leisurely, and even with a subtle gentleness, it was completely different from the scene I had in mind.

Looking back now, it seems that her expectations of her father's image have long since faded and disappeared from her mind, as if she were deliberately avoiding it.

She had a nightmarish childhood, painful experiences that are beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and a bloodline talent that was rejected by everyone.

She didn't even need to attract any hatred; just by standing there, her beauty alone could draw countless people with covetousness and greed.

And all of this was thanks to his closest relative.

She hates him.

But memories are often unpredictable; the more you try to forget something, the clearer it becomes in your mind.

Just like how Hun Ruoruo's resentment towards Hun Tiandi wasn't solely due to his actions, even her mother had long since come to terms with it. Yet, she could never forget the childhood fantasy she had of her father.

Even if the other party has already torn this fantasy to shreds, it will often sneak into the girl's dreams unexpectedly, whether she wants it or not.

This is a mystery that many people cannot solve even after a lifetime of hard work, which is why it has a very special name.

'First impression'.

"A busy person like you took time out of his busy schedule to come see me. It seems he has no choice but to comply."

An Suying smiled and walked slowly toward the pavilion where the other person was, without much concern.

However, compared to usual, her steps seemed slightly awkward. Upon closer inspection, it appeared as if she was considering something and was being extremely cautious.

The Soul Emperor stared at the woman's protruding belly, then suddenly tapped his head and chuckled, "I forgot, it seems that we shouldn't be sitting and talking at a time like this."

"It's rare to see you care about people." An Suying pouted. "But I'm almost there, so please skip your little favors, my husband."

When she spoke of her husband, the woman seemed to emphasize her words, clearly quite dissatisfied with his slow-to-realize nature.

She stepped into the pavilion, casually chose a spot near the other person, and sat down, slightly out of breath.

The Soul Emperor's gaze narrowed slightly: "Su Ying, you seem very tired."

"You still know how to ask?" An Suying retorted irritably. "Isn't it all because of your Hun family's offspring? All they do all day is kick their mother, they can't even let me sleep peacefully. How can I not be tired?"

"He/She is not just a member of my Soul family." Soul Emperor shook his head and smiled, correcting, "Besides, it seems that you were the one who asked me about the topic of 'whether a Nine-Star Dou Sheng can have offspring' back then, and now you are the one who changed your mind."

"You!" An Suying's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise.

After a long pause, seeing the man's extremely serious expression, she swallowed back the words she was about to say and mumbled softly:
"I did say I wanted children, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. We've only been married a short time. At our cultivation levels, it would take at least a hundred or two hundred years before we could have children. It's one thing for you to be so old, but I haven't had my fill of fun yet."

"If you really want to count, I haven't actually gone completely insane yet," the Soul Emperor said frankly.

“Then you’d better not go crazy.” An Suying said with a half-smile, “The crazy we’re talking about probably doesn’t mean the same thing, you old man who’s lived for a thousand years.”

It is obvious that an old man who has lived for thousands of years cannot empathize with modern people, even though time has not left any marks on his face.

At the very least, he didn't understand that madness can have many meanings.

Upon hearing this, the Soul Emperor was about to say something when a muffled thud suddenly came from beside him, followed by a woman's painful groan.

"hiss--"

An Suying's pretty face turned pale. She clutched her lower abdomen with difficulty and gritted her teeth: "Come here, father, listen to this yourself!" The Soul Emperor hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched the woman's lower abdomen. Sure enough, a dull but powerful movement rang out, showing the vitality of the little life inside.

"Did you hear that? I don't even need to guess, this time it's definitely a boy, and he'll look exactly like you!"

"If you want to know, why make wild guesses?"

The Soul Emperor chuckled and then tried to use his soul power to explore the woman's belly.

With his level of spiritual attainment, let alone the mere physical barrier, he could present the entire Soul Realm in its entirety before his eyes without needing to make any unnecessary guesses.

However, just as the Soul Emperor's soul power was about to touch the woman's lower abdomen, a strange, water-ripple-like pattern suddenly blocked his way, preventing his soul power from advancing further.

"Su Ying?" The Soul Emperor was somewhat surprised.

"Don't look." An Suying still smiled, but her words were filled with a domineering force he had never seen before.

"It's our child, whether it's a boy or a girl, you have to love them."

The Soul Emperor was speechless.

He pondered for a moment, seemingly agreeing with the other person's words, but then suddenly shook his head: "But I don't like guessing."

An Suying: "."

This old man who has lived for thousands of years is truly impossible to communicate with using ordinary logic.

It's like casting pearls before swine!
However, despite this, the Soul Emperor did not peer into the woman's lower abdomen again. Instead, he slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze distant, lost in thought.

Upon seeing the man's sudden and strange behavior, An Suying, who was originally prepared to be as vigilant as a mother leopard, froze on the spot, feeling somewhat puzzled.

According to past practice, this old man would probably resort to unreasonable means at this time, so why is he being so easy to talk to today?
"You," An Suying hesitated, "have you encountered something else that needs to be guessed?"

The Soul Emperor nodded: "The Void seems to be acting strangely."

"Varied"

Upon hearing this, An Suying's expression froze, and her pupils contracted: "You mean Void Devouring Flame?!"

Void Devouring Flame ranks second on the list of strange flames.

A single sentence, without even much embellishment, is enough to illustrate its power and terror.

What no one knew was that Void Devouring Flame had not truly disappeared, but had secretly joined the Soul Clan. Even the Ancient Clan, which was known as the number one among the eight clans, was completely unaware of this!

With such stringent protective measures, one can only imagine just how incredibly important the existence of the Void Devouring Flame is to the Soul Clan.

It can be said that if it weren't for her relationship with the Soul Emperor, she probably would never have had the opportunity to access such top-secret information in her life.

However, to An Suying's surprise, if the Soul Emperor's previous words were a stone thrown into a lake, then what followed was like a mountain falling into the sea, stirring up waves like a storm.

"The Void may possess the special ability to manipulate my people."

He stared at the woman's protruding belly and suddenly said softly, "And the medium should be this Dou Di bloodline."

Upon hearing this, An Suying was initially stunned and somewhat dazed, then as if realizing something, she abruptly placed her hands on her lower abdomen, her face extremely pale: "Then our child..."

The Soul Emperor did not answer. He leaned back casually, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, making a "tap-tap" sound.

Accompanied by a single, steady tapping sound, the originally tranquil and peaceful pavilion became somewhat oppressive, and even the surrounding space rippled slightly, as if it would collapse at any moment.
(End of this chapter)