Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 594 Purest Love
Half an hour later.

Hun Ruoruo fled in panic, saying she was going to preside over the Harvest Festival.

Xiao Yan kindly asked her if she needed some ointment, since her little bottom was sensitive and fragile, and even though it was quite fleshy, it couldn't withstand his angry slaps. But who would have thought that the demoness not only didn't appreciate it, but instead became angry and used her pure water fighting spirit to drench him until he was soaked to the bone, and then left.

By the time Xiao Yan changed his clothes and arrived outside the main hall, the demoness had already vanished without a trace.

Left with no other choice, he had to abandon his plan and head to the location of the Grand Elder as instructed by his senior sister.

Walking along the verdant path, Xiao Yan looked around at the disciples and found that they were carrying supplies toward the square. They were walking hurriedly, and the most powerful ones were even carrying several loads on their shoulders, so heavy that their heads were almost invisible.

Every now and then, people would stop what they were doing and wave to him with smiles on their faces, but they didn't swarm around him as expected; everything seemed orderly.

Xiao Yan looked for a long time, and suddenly felt as if a heavy shackle had been removed, feeling relaxed and relieved: "Senior Sister is right, this place is indeed different from the outside world."

He waved back at the other person with a smile, then turned and left without lingering.

Inside the Queyin Hall.

"Breakthrough?"

The old man at the top of the main hall suddenly put down the scroll in his hand and said with some surprise.

Compared to the bloody battle a few days ago, the young man in front of them had a completely different aura, and judging from the fluctuations on his body, it wouldn't be surprising at all to say that he had just broken through a barrier a second ago.

"Just a fleeting thought," Xiao Yan said with a smile, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

"Hehe, good lad, with such ambition and ability, no wonder that girl values ​​you."

As he spoke, the old man got up and walked down the steps, slowly approaching Xiao Yan's side, and said meaningfully, "Even I am indebted to you."

Xiao Yan replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Yin Gu has been kind to me, and I have only done my bit. Elder, there is no need for you to be so polite."

“It has nothing to do with Yin Gu.” The old man’s eyes were kind: “You saved my child, twice.”

"Child?" Xiao Yan was taken aback. Before he could realize the meaning of the other party's words, the old man's stiff and mountain-like figure suddenly bent his straight back in the next moment.

Xiao Yan's expression changed drastically, and he quickly helped the old man up: "Senior, what are you doing?"

"Throughout my two dynasties, my loyalty is as clear as day. I have never wronged Ying Gu in the slightest. Only Ying'er," the old man said, his face etched with the marks of time and his voice hoarse, "As his father, I have no face to discipline him. Now that you have saved him from injustice, I am eternally grateful."

Could the shadow he mentioned be his senior brother?

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and in no time, the handsome but stiff face gradually overlapped with the old man in front of him, making Xiao Yan suddenly realize the truth.

No wonder Mo Ying has always regarded rules and traditions as his life; it turns out he has this connection with the Grand Elder.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile, saying helplessly:

"Senior, you flatter me. My senior brother and I are old acquaintances. He even saved my life before. It was only natural for me to lend a helping hand. Besides, I was also influenced by Ruoruo."

Xiao Yan asked himself honestly, if Hun Ruoruo hadn't made that decision, would he really have had the courage to lend a helping hand to a group of souls destined to perish?

Saving Yin Gu means that Ruoruo is destined to be unable to break free from the shackles of the Soul Clan bloodline, and it also means unimaginable challenges and difficulties. He can do what he wants with a burst of recklessness, but he must never ignore the people he values ​​most.

Therefore, in Xiao Yan's view, the one who truly saved Yin Valley was only Hun Ruoruo.

She was willing to do it, and he would support her unconditionally. It was just a coincidence that their thoughts were aligned, which led to the grand drama of saving Yin Gu.

Watching Xiao Yan continuously attribute the credit to the absent girl, the old man couldn't help but be slightly surprised, and murmured with a smile: "I see."

He said no more, slowly rose, and his old eyes, which had been fixed on Xiao Yan, gradually deepened. He smiled faintly and said:
"I was a bit out of line earlier. Listening to this old man ramble on is probably boring. Why don't you ask the questions instead?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's eyes lit up: "Senior, is what you say true?"

"If I know anything, I will naturally tell you everything I know." The old man stroked his beard with a smile.

Having received an affirmative answer, Xiao Yan immediately put his mind at ease and asked the question that had been troubling him the most:

"May I ask, senior, what is the origin of the ironclad rule that the successors of the Yin Valley cannot marry?"

From the moment Xiao Yan first learned of this ironclad rule from Xun'er, a strong sense of unease had already lingered in his heart.

After all, if the successor of the Sound Valley is truly forbidden from marrying, how can Ruoruo's birth be explained? It simply doesn't make sense.
Sure enough, the more they learned about Yin Gu, the more contradictory this strange rule seemed.

Whether it's the tradition of 'harmonious music' or the inscription on the soul artifact 'Ink Fate', everything shows that Yin Valley is not as closed off and desire-locked as outsiders imagine.

Does an ironclad rule that clashes with the very essence of Sound Valley really have any reason to exist?
After a long silence, the old man's tone gradually became somewhat weathered: "Countless years ago, Yin Valley was not actually isolated from the world."

Xiao Yan frowned: "You mean, Yin Gu experienced some unknown upheaval?"

"It's called an unexpected event, but it's really just a man-made disaster."

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, his hunched back bent even more at this moment: "The harmonious playing of zither and lute is a tradition that exists because of the Valley Master."

He turned to look at Xiao Yan and smiled kindly, "Do you remember the inscription on that guqin?"

Upon hearing this, the small, eerie inscription, as vivid as fresh blood, flashed through Xiao Yan's mind, and a premonition began to stir within him.

"Look at the green water, embrace her fragrant shoulder, her beautiful face blooming. Our hearts are pledged to each other, our music harmonizes, played only for you."

When he first saw this inscription, he had questioned this treasure, which was one of the ancestral artifacts of Yin Valley, and now it was undoubtedly the best proof.

Xiao Yan asked incredulously, "These are the inscriptions carved by the former Valley Master's beloved?"

The old man nodded slightly: "To be precise, it is a poem they carved together."

As the old man flicked his sleeve, the ancient zither, which had been lying quietly in the hall, suddenly emitted an eerie blood-red light, followed by a mournful female voice softly chanting, which, mixed with bursts of zither music, resounded throughout the hall:

"The so-called harmony is that the zither is yang and the se is yin. When they live together as a pair, they can jointly comprehend the great principles of yin and yang and their cultivation can advance rapidly."

“There is a zither named ‘Ink Romance’, which is the body of my husband when he died. Now it weeps blood like a song.”

"My husband has passed away, and there is no more zither to play in this world. I will follow him to my death."

After he finished speaking, the string snapped.

Looking at Xiao Yan, who was deeply shocked, the old man slowly closed his eyes and whispered:
"As the possessor of the 'Holy Spirit,' the successor of Yin Gu is even more pure and devoted. Once he falls in love, he will never betray you in this lifetime."

"When our ancestor's beloved passed away, he could no longer play a single melody. His cultivation plummeted, and Yin Gu was forced to choose to live in seclusion. Just like the current Valley Master, whose reputation remains, but who has long since disappeared."

"The fact that the descendants of Yin Gu cannot marry is not a shackle, but a way to avoid disaster."

(End of this chapter)