Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 595 The Rumor of Fate
The lingering sound of the zither lingered in the hall for a long time, but the zither, which was used as a ritual instrument for ancestor worship, seemed to have lost its former magic and lay on the ground like a withered tree, its strings broken.

Is this what they call the truth?

The prolonged breath-holding made Xiao Yan's chest feel tight, and he couldn't help but exhale a long breath, saying with a wry smile.

No wonder even the most rule-abiding Mo Ying turned a blind eye to their affair. No wonder the Grand Elder directly designated him as Ruoruo's 'harmonious partner'. It turns out they knew from the beginning that this couldn't be stopped.

Ruoruo had already fallen hopelessly in love.

As for the culprit, there's no need to guess. The cabbage has been trampled, and uprooted completely, leaving no room for maneuver. Even if you're anxious, you can only accept it with a heavy heart.
Hey.

Although he knew the occasion wasn't quite right, Xiao Yan couldn't help but grin, feeling a surge of joy in his heart.

Men are possessive creatures, and even Xiao Yan is no exception. It's impossible not to feel secretly pleased to hear that his woman will only ever love him for the rest of her life.

"Ahem." A soft cough came from the old man's ear.

Realizing his lapse in composure, Xiao Yan quickly regained his composure and said, "Senior, rest assured, I am absolutely devoted to Ruoruo!"

"You rascal," the old man chuckled and shook his head, "you and Ruoruo are in love and have been through life and death together. Your relationship is far beyond what we can compare to. What right do I have to comment on your relationship?"

"You don't need to say these things to me."

".?"

Xiao Yan was taken aback; something was wrong with the plot.

In his view, the other party chose to bring up this matter, even if they did not intend to object, they should definitely have had some intention of giving a warning. Who would have thought that they would get through it so easily?
After all, according to folk tales, if a poor young man wants to marry a rich young lady from a wealthy family, he should at least have to overcome numerous difficulties and trials, if not countless hardships.

But neither the father-in-law, nor the mother-in-law whom they had yet to meet, nor the forces behind Ruoruo, seemed to have expressed any opposition. On the contrary, they were even trying their best to bring them together.
Folk tales are indeed made up, aren't they?

No wonder they wrote the cliché plot of "a vixen falls in love with a young hero after being spanked by him".

"Thank you for informing me, Elder." Xiao Yan said thank you in a daze.

The two communicated surprisingly smoothly, without the slightest conflict arising. Apart from expressing their gratitude, there seemed to be nothing else they could do.

Yin Gu is indeed a strange force.

"Ruoruo must be presiding over the Harvest Festival right now. It's not easy for you to come here, so this is a rare opportunity. Why don't you join her?" The old man turned and walked back to the top of the main hall.

Xiao Yan clasped his hands in a fist salute, then turned around and walked out of the hall.

However, just as he was about to step out the door, a very faint, aged voice suddenly came from behind him.

"I have no intention of interfering with fate. I only ask you, young friend, whether my good-for-nothing son will truly betray Yin Gu in the future?"

This elderly man, who devoted his life to Yin Gu, ultimately failed to truly achieve selflessness.

He did not inquire about the future of Yin Gu, nor did he ask about his own fate. Instead, he reserved his only selfish concern for his youngest son, who bore the heaviest burden and whose personality was ninety percent similar to his own.

Xiao Yan's pupils contracted slightly, then he took another step and stepped out of the main hall.

"Never."

The calm sound vanished in an instant, the music lingering in the hall, while the old man had already slumped unceremoniously on the steps, revealing an expression of unprecedented ease.

He watched the young man in black walk further and further away, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and sighed, "Child, I hope you can break this curse."

Xiao Yan's guess was actually correct. If Hun Ruoruo had never met him, he would have indeed used every means to prevent the two from getting together, even at the cost of becoming an object of hatred, just to avoid that cursed fate.

just.

Now that the road ahead is already fraught with difficulties, how could Yin Gu possibly become an obstacle for them?
The old man fumbled in his clothes and pulled out a broken jade pendant. His cloudy old eyes shimmered with tears, and he remained lost in thought for a long time. "Those who possess a holy and pure spirit are untouched by the dust of the world and are favored by Heaven. But once they are tainted by the defilement of lust, this favor will turn into a curse, and no one can escape it."

An aged voice sounded faintly, seemingly unwilling and resentful: "I believe it, but I don't accept it."

"I can't do it, but they might not repeat the same mistakes."

Outside the main hall, many disciples who were making preparations were carrying supplies towards the square. Looking down from above, they looked like a dark mass of worker ants, forming two distinct long lines.

In this busy atmosphere, Xiao Yan didn't even have time to find Ruoruo's location before he was caught by Mo Yi, whose injuries had healed, and forced to do hard labor with him.

Based on the strength he displayed in the previous battle, Xiao Yan, the newly promoted junior brother, has clearly surpassed Mo Ying, the senior brother, and has won the title of the strongest disciple.

As the strongest disciple, he naturally had to shoulder the heaviest burden.

Before long, Xiao Yan had finished carrying food and supplies from house to house. Time flew by and it was already dusk. The night and the dim light complemented each other, and the stars, moon and rising sun each occupied a corner of the sky, echoing each other from afar.

"Oh!"

He gently placed the massive, mountain-like monster's body on the ground, and looking at the huge bonfire where the crowd was gathered in the square, Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief and muttered with a touch of helplessness:
"What kind of rules is this 'Feast Festival' of yours? Not only are we not allowed to use storage rings to move things, but we're not even allowed to use battle qi. What kind of rules are these?"

"It's not 'you,' it's 'us.'" Mo Yi corrected, "This is called 'following the natural way,' don't you understand? The girls are responsible for cooking and tending the fire, while we men are responsible for doing the physical labor. Isn't that following the natural way?"

"I think it's more like making things complicated than simple," Xiao Yan rolled his eyes.

"Alas, you're mistaken." Mo Yi put down the basket in his hand, chuckled, and came closer, putting his arm around Xiao Yan's shoulder: "You've hooked up with the little princess; others aren't so lucky."

"How do you say this?"

"Hehe, you didn't know, did you? Don't be fooled by how tiring this job is; it's a great opportunity to attract girls' attention. Think about it, we in the Sound Valley don't usually have any sparring or competitions. Our cultivation relies on playing together and comprehending musical rhythms. Where would we get a chance to show off?"

Mo Yi's eyes lit up, and he whispered furtively, "But the Harvest Festival is different! The more work you do, the more opportunities you have to meet girls. If they see that you are capable and reliable, how could they not flirt with you?"

Xiao Yan was completely skeptical: "You think you can attract girls' attention just by doing chores? It's not that simple."

"Young man, you're not right about that." Mo Yi said with exasperation, "What's love all about? It's youth, it's the thrill of first love. Do you understand what that thrill is? It's something that happens in an instant. When a girl sees you sweating and offers you a handkerchief, or when you accidentally touch her while she's helping you, that's what a thrill is!"

"You know my senior sister and my brother? They hit it off at the Harvest Festival. My senior sister said she wanted a decoration that no one had ever used before to embellish her cooking. My brother quietly took my father's whisk to her. He only got a beating and won the beauty's heart. It was a huge win for him!"

Xiao Yan thought it made sense and pressed further, "Have any girls fallen for you?"

Mo Yi's expression froze instantly, and he blinked: "No."

He is still single and no girl has ever been interested in him. He is best at talking big, and only Xiao Yan is kind-hearted enough to listen to his nonsense.

Xiao Yan patted his shoulder with pity, then turned and left.

"Hey!" Mo Yi felt deeply insulted and said indignantly, "Just because the little princess likes you doesn't mean you're all that great. Theoretical knowledge is also very important, you know?"

Before Mo Yi could finish speaking, Xiao Yan walked unhurriedly to the center of the campfire, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers lightly amidst the curious gazes of the disciples.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, the crimson flames swelled in the wind, instantly igniting the piled-up firewood. The soft and brilliant firelight dispelled the chill of the autumn night and illuminated the dim shadows across the entire square.

Amidst the curious and envious gazes of countless disciples, Xiao Yan turned his head and gave a slight smile to Mo Yi, who was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

"come on."

(End of this chapter)