Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 590 'A Meeting in This Life, A Fateful Pact'

The sky was bright white.

The thick clouds dissipated as the girl's fighting spirit dissipated. The protracted battle had caused the once tranquil night to quietly end, and the rising sun peeked out from the horizon.

Golden crows circled and cried out in unison. These two divine birds, which have always represented good fortune, were now sparing no effort to scatter golden light downwards. The towering tree formed from the ancient zither swayed in the wind, soothing the hearts of the people who were filled with fear due to the war.

The isolated life in Deyin Valley made the people there never imagine that they would fight to the death with others. Before the executioner's blade came down, they never even thought that they would hate a certain force so much.

Fortunately, the nightmare did not happen. The little princess, who represented the glory of Yin Gu, saved Yin Gu and all of them.

"we won?"

Mo Yi gazed at the gradually clearing sky, his eyes glazed over, still somewhat incredulous.

"Xiao Yi, what are you standing there for? Get out of the way!" A woman's coquettish voice rang in his ears. Before Mo Yi could react, An Wan shoved him aside and shouted, "Ruo Ruo!"

In mid-air, the girl's face was bloodless, and the protective aura that had surrounded her had quietly dissipated, leaving her teetering on the verge of collapse.

As she let her guard down, a wave of intense weakness washed over her. Hun Ruoruo felt her eyelids drooping and staggered as she fell from the sky.

"Little princess!"

Mo Ying and Mo Yi's pupils constricted, and they hurriedly activated the last bit of their fighting spirit, trying to force their way into the sky.

However, just as the two staggered forward, they both felt a sharp pain in their ears. Looking back in pain, they found a slender, delicate hand had somehow grabbed their earlobes.

"Wan'er!"

"Sister An Wan, what are you doing?"

"You clueless idiots." With an annoyed snort, An Wan grabbed one of them with each hand and forcibly pulled them back to her side.

She gestured towards the horizon with her chin: "Look, do we need you to come and save us?"

Upon hearing this, the two belatedly came to their senses and looked up at the horizon.

Suddenly, a dark figure carrying a heavy ruler appeared out of nowhere, flashing across the sky and appearing before the girl with lightning speed. It gently and steadily supported her delicate, boneless body.

"You're here." Hun Ruoruo lifted a corner of her eye socket.

"You win," Xiao Yan replied softly.

With a swift swing of his heavy ruler, he swept away the ground covered in rubble and landed on the lawn with the girl in his arms.

"It certainly looks like a success."

Hun Ruoruo turned her head with difficulty, gazing at the slowly repairing spatial cracks in the sky, her gaze seemingly trying to penetrate space and peer into the root of sin within.

She seemed to be talking to Xiao Yan, yet it was also like she was murmuring to herself, ethereal and imperceptible.

A gentle breeze blew by, and Xiao Yan saw the depth in the other's eyes, which seemed relaxed yet also doubtful, as the other quietly nestled in his arms.

Whether it was rain or sweat, her hair was damp and clung to the girl's cheeks, making her delicate and flawless face look heartbreakingly pale.

"Is this your choice?" Xiao Yan gently brushed her hair aside and asked softly.

“Mother didn’t lie to me, this is indeed not an illusion, but I can’t accept this ending.”

Hun Ruoruo did not answer, her starry eyes fixed on the young man in front of her: "Just like you said, even if they are fake, emotions cannot lie. They are things that really existed."

She finally understood the true meaning of 'the fleeting beauty of youth': it is to transform the illusory into the real.

No one can recreate the old Yin Valley, and An Suying's goal was never to make Hun Ruoruo relive the destruction of the past. There has always been only one thing she truly wanted to do—

Wash away the shackles that have troubled Hun Ruoruo for half her life, which is the so-called bloodline of the Soul Clan!
In other words, once Hun Ruoruo chooses to accept the status quo, her bloodline power will completely dissipate the moment she leaves the valley, truly transforming into the purest Yin Valley spirit.

“If I abandon this bloodline of the Soul Clan, I will lose the ability to change my fate. If I want to save Yin Valley, I must accept the gift from my father. Only the identity he gave me is qualified to stop the invasion of the Soul Palace.”

Hun Ruoruo said softly, "This matter is difficult to resolve in two ways."

To gain something, you are destined to lose something; this is the trading rule she has always followed.

To escape that man's clutches, she devoted almost half her life to selfishness, ruthlessness, and even bloodshed, all for a chance to break free of her shackles.

But when the opportunity truly presented itself, she chose to give it up for the sake of others.

Indeed, the cycle of karma is real.
"Then, do you regret it?" A clear, cool voice suddenly came from beside my ear.

Hun Ruoruo suddenly woke up.

Xiao Yan tightened his grip on the girl's arm slightly, repeating each word carefully, "Will you regret it?"

"Whether you witness the destruction of Yin Valley and then live on as the young valley master, or save everyone as you are now and accept your own bloodline, which one suits your heart better?"

Looking at the mature and calm young man in front of her, Hun Ruoruo's heart trembled slightly, and an inexplicable throbbing spread from her heart and permeated her entire body.

The surprise on her face gradually turned into curiosity, and she smiled sweetly:
What do you hope I will choose?

"As long as you don't regret it, no matter what you choose, I will protect you from behind."

The young man's words were sincere yet confident, each word gentle yet carrying a reassuring courage.

"I think your mother had the same idea."

Upon hearing this, the girl's delicate body suddenly froze.

After an unknown amount of time, Hun Ruoruo suddenly chuckled, her eyes shimmering with a captivating, alluring light as she boldly stared at the young man before her:
"Are you trying to take my mother's place in my life?"

Xiao Yan paused for a moment, then stiffened his neck and said in a low voice, "At the very least, he can't be too much worse than her."

However, Hun Ruoruo did not respond. She laughed and broke free from his embrace, standing unsteadily on the lawn.

"Creating romantic scenes isn't just for boys."

Hun Ruoruo raised her hand and tapped lightly. A faint light flashed in her storage ring, and a completely black iron ball appeared.

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Xiao Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he stared blankly at the sky welcoming the morning glow.

At the juncture where the clouds shimmered and reflected each other, a tiny flame, wreathed in black and white, lay quietly in the center of Na Ling's body. The black light covered his pupils, while the white light reflected the girl's sweet smile, stirring the same emotions he felt when they first met.

Please give me your guidance.

Hun Ruoruo bent down slightly, her eyes innocent and her smile gentle: "My future husband."

The pure flame, interwoven with black and white, is the brilliance woven by the boy who deeply loved her, for her dark life.

(End of this chapter)