Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 581 The Inevitable Demise (3k4)

inside the room.

On the wooden table, a mottled storage ring with traces of blood lay quietly in the center, occasionally flashing with a faint light.

"So, the ring that Protector Shadow left behind was actually a token of love he gave to his senior sister?"

Looking at the storage ring on the table, Xiao Yan murmured softly.

The scene of Protector Ying cutting open his dantian to take out the storage ring was still fresh in his memory. He thought that the other party was so ruthless just to avoid the eyes and ears of the Soul Palace, but he never expected that the storage ring contained such a profound meaning.

"Senior Sister treasures this ring like a precious gem, and even Senior Brother rarely has the chance to touch it. Yet, it eventually appeared in Senior Brother's dantian. This alone speaks volumes."

Hun Ruoruo slowly closed her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's heart sank, clearly understanding the meaning behind the other party's words.

He let out a long breath, seemingly puzzled: "But even if Senior Sister is no longer here, given their relationship, Protector Shadow shouldn't be using this ring as a tool for storing resources, right?"

Using the belongings of a deceased loved one without permission is a desecration of them, especially since my senior sister herself said she didn't want to regard the ring as a worldly object.

Even if the Shadow Protector is slow-witted, he would never turn a blind eye to such a matter.

"If it were you, what would you do?" Hun Ruoruo suddenly asked.

"Bury the storage ring with my senior sister in one place, and never allow anyone to touch it; anyone who does will die." Xiao Yan answered without hesitation.

"As expected?"

Hun Ruoruo showed no surprise, but nodded knowingly, her eyes lowered: "It seems that there are other hidden stories about what happened back then."

Xiao Yan was taken aback, then his brows furrowed: "Ruo Ruo means, the reason why Protector Ying betrayed Yin Valley?"

Hun Ruoruo stood up, and the broken ring seemed to have a spirit, slowly floating to her palm, its former exquisite appearance faintly revealed under the moonlight.

"He is the chief of the Sound Valley, and he regards the inheritance and rules as his life. If there were no reason, how could he be willing to bear the infamy and join the Soul Hall?"

She looked out the window and whispered, "Did Senior Sister ever tell you where Senior Brother is now?"

"Hmm." Xiao Yan nodded quickly. "She mentioned to me casually this afternoon that Protector Shadow was sent to entertain a guest and couldn't get away for the time being, so she was replaced to patrol."

At this point, Xiao Yan seemed to realize something, and his pupils suddenly contracted: "Could it be?"

“Yin Valley has always been isolated from the world, even referring to you as a so-called 'outsider'.” Hun Ruoruo’s eyes were icy. “Under such circumstances, who would be this so-called guest?”

Xiao Yan did not respond, but both of them simultaneously thought of the same name—

Soul Palace!

If the envoy from the Soul Palace is indeed the so-called guest, it means that the Shadow Protector had already made contact with members of the Soul Palace before the destruction of the Sound Valley!
"Since the Soul Palace had already negotiated with the Sound Valley, why did they later break off relations?" Xiao Yan asked, puzzled. "Was it simply because they couldn't agree on the terms?"

Although he had spent some time in the Soul Hall, he ultimately only remained at the level of a protector and did not have the ability to access real decision-making power, so he naturally did not know the Soul Hall's strategies.

However, killing the goose that lays the golden eggs does indeed seem like something the Soul Palace would do.

"The Soul Palace is merely someone else's lackey, and has never needed to care about saving face, so why would it negotiate so-called conditions with others?"

Hun Ruoruo remained expressionless and said, word by word, "They are absolutely evil."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Both of them had dealings with the Soul Palace, so they were naturally very clear about what fate awaited Yin Gu.

However, being in this world, they cannot interfere with the predetermined trajectories of these deceased people, and trying to change reality in a dream is meaningless.

The demise of Yin Gu is a foregone conclusion.

Time passed slowly, and the moonlight seemed to be obscured by thick clouds, making the house increasingly dark.

"I'm going to find my senior sister," Xiao Yan suddenly said.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"I can't stand by and watch the Valley of Sound perish."

Xiao Yan's eyes darkened, seemingly concealing a murderous intent about to erupt. He said decisively, "Even if I know I can't change the outcome, I can't let Protector Shadow do something wrong again!"

After saying that, he turned around and headed out of the house without any hesitation.

But at that moment, a slender, delicate hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

"and many more."

"At a point like this, what are we waiting for?" Xiao Yan suddenly turned around. "Are we really just going to do nothing and wait to witness the tragedy of that year happening again before our eyes?!"

Xiao Yan's words carried a rare hint of anger, as if he were questioning the girl's cold attitude.

He knew that Hun Ruoruo had extremely indifferent feelings towards people outside her, even regarding them as worthless, but the people in Yin Valley were different.

From the Grand Elder to the ordinary disciples of Yin Valley, everyone cared deeply for Hun Ruoruo. They genuinely cared about her, without any ulterior motives or ulterior motives.

Faced with such a sincere group of people, how could she sit idly by and watch them repeat the same mistakes?!
However, to Xiao Yan's surprise, the girl did not show any emotion when faced with his questioning. Her eyes were calm and seemingly without any ripples, cold yet intense.

"Ruo Ruo." Xiao Yan suddenly lost his mind.

"Take this with you." Hun Ruoruo raised her hand and tossed the blood-stained ring to him. With a flash of light at her fingertips, the Soul Robe landed safely in Xiao Yan's palm.

"Leave them to me."

She wore high heels, one hand casually at her waist, and her height was comparable to Xiao Yan's. Even without any leakage of battle qi, she was surrounded by an unprecedentedly powerful aura, so intense in the darkness that no one dared to meet her gaze.

Xiao Yan had heard that women were very deceptive creatures. If men were like roaring lions when they were angry, then women were like falcons soaring in the sky. They were petite and beautiful, but when their enemies showed a weakness, they would pierce their heads like cannonballs, cruel and bloody.

Just like the look in her eyes right now.

“I understand,” Xiao Yan replied with difficulty.

Hun Ruoruo suddenly smiled and strode forward, her high heels making her line of sight level with the young man.

"Be careful on the road," she said.

After saying that, she raised her arms and hugged him tightly, kissing his lips passionately. But the next moment, she pulled away and left without any hesitation.

"Click."

With a crisp sound of the door slamming shut, the girl's figure vanished from sight, leaving no trace.

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Xiao Yan raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth. The moonlight reflected the shimmering water above, but he remained silent for a long time.

Queyin Hall, the inner cabinet.

"Ying'er, how did the conversation with the guests over there go?"

An aged voice slowly rose, carrying a hint of weariness, and echoed throughout the pavilion.

"Reporting to the Grand Elder, I have followed your instructions and have not yet agreed to teach the Sound Valley Secret Technique to those people. However, they seem extremely persistent about it and claim that they will send another delegation to raise the price."

Mo Ying knelt on one knee on the ground, speaking with utmost respect.

"Hmm." The old man closed his eyelids tightly and said indifferently, "Although the Soul Palace only targets soul bodies, it is still a powerful force. If it weren't for the Pill Tower's deterrence, with the foundation of my Sound Valley, I'm afraid it would be difficult to contend with them. Try not to break off relations first."

"Yes." Mo Ying clasped his hands in acceptance of the order.

"In addition, when the little princess was sealed by the Golden Crow's Cry, that young man inadvertently mentioned the existence of the Soul Palace. Although the truth of the matter is still unknown, we must be on high alert."

"Elder, rest assured, I have dispatched an enforcement team to keep a close watch on the envoy from the Soul Palace, and there will be no slackening in our efforts."

"That's good."

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes gradually opening, and a hint of helplessness crept into his gaze as he looked at the man.
“Ying’er, although we are reporting on work, it’s just the two of us here, so there’s no need to be so formal. Yi’er may not have your talent, but she’s quick-witted and lives a relatively easy life.”

"You shouldn't be bound by rules."

Upon hearing this, Mo Ying's body trembled slightly, and his originally stiff face twitched slightly, but he quickly concealed it.

He stood up and said in a low voice, "It's Father."

After giving a brief report, Mo Ying did not go to the Valley Master's Hall to guard as usual. Instead, he took a rare detour and came to a small house quite far from the town.

The cottage has a simple and rustic design, and looks no different from ordinary residents' houses. However, a flower-lined path has been laid out outside the cottage, about three or four zhang long, as if the flowers were picked from a mountain covered with flowers and planted here.

The scent of incense still lingered in the air, and the lingering wisps of moisture revealed the homeowner's meticulous care. Candlelight shone through the doors and windows, creating a particularly comforting atmosphere on a night when the moon was occasionally obscured by clouds.

Mo Ying reached out and grasped the door latch, but failed to make a sound after several attempts. The door was then opened from the inside, followed by a woman's surprised voice—

"Wow, even a busy person like you has the heart to go home?"

The woman was initially surprised, but her expression quickly turned to resentment. However, the joy in her eyes was impossible to conceal.
"You haven't been back for months. What happened? Did the Grand Elder give you a lecture today, telling you to stop following those stupid rules all the time?"

As she spoke, she pulled the man into the house and, without a word, removed his dusty straw hat.
"For the Grand Elder, such an old relic, to say such a thing, you're probably the only one in the entire Sound Valley who would do that. You truly deserve to be his biological son. Sigh, if you didn't look so much like Xiao Yi, I would have suspected that he was picked up from somewhere."

Mo Ying remained silent, letting An Wan change his clothes.

Seeing that the other party didn't say a word, An Wan couldn't help but roll her eyes and scolded, "Pretending to be mute again, you silent gourd, even the junior brother is more perceptive than you!"

"Forget it, I've already chosen a token of love for my junior brother today. I'm in a good mood and don't want to argue with you. Go, go sit over there and wait for your meal."

After saying that, An Wan shoved the man aside, took off her ring and placed it on the table, then quickly walked to the kitchen.

"Let me tell you, given how proactive my junior brother is, it probably won't be long before he's even got a child. You never come home, and if our child is born later than theirs, the family hierarchy will be completely messed up!"

"There's more."

A light, cheerful tune accompanied the woman's casual conversation, as if it possessed a special rhythm and beat. It was not noisy at all, but rather had a calming and calming effect.

But Mo Ying's body seemed to tremble even more violently. He was breathing heavily, and he reached out to grab the shimmering ring. His stiff face twitched violently as if he were in great pain.

He gazed at the woman's graceful back, then suddenly stood up and walked toward her, staggering and bending at the waist, looking just like an old dog whose spine had been removed.

"Wan, I'm sorry."

A sharp blade had appeared in his palm without him noticing. Mo Ying gripped the edge of the blade with trembling hands, blood gushing from above. Then, with lightning speed, he stabbed it fiercely at An Wan!

"laugh!!!"

(End of this chapter)