Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 599 They're selling their daughter like that?
"mother"

Even though she had already anticipated it, when Hun Ruoruo witnessed An Suying's current state, she still couldn't help but tremble violently, and her beautiful eyes immediately turned red.

The next moment, she could no longer contain her emotions, rushed forward, and buried her face in his arms.

"Mother, Mother!" Hun Ruoruo suddenly burst into tears.

The familiar yet unfamiliar warmth, and the constantly rising and falling of her chest, all reminded Hun Ruoruo of the reality of the woman before her, yet she still stubbornly buried herself in her arms, as if afraid that all of this was still just an illusion.

It's been too long.
From her solo journey into the Soul Realm to their reunion at this moment, nearly twenty years have passed. It can be said that the other person's figure does not exist in most of her memories of this life. Yet, it is precisely that insignificant corner of her ignorant period that occupies the most precious place in her heart.

Hun Ruoruo had always believed that cultivation made one invincible, that neither disasters nor the passage of time could leave any trace on a cultivator, and that even if they met again after a hundred or a thousand years, they would still look the same as before. But now she realized that she was wrong. Cultivators also grow old. Time cannot leave any trace on her, but memories can.

The girl threw herself into An Suying's arms, her voice breaking with sobs as she said, "Mother, I've been looking for you for so long."

"Yes, Mother knows."

"Mom, I'm so afraid something will happen to you."

"Don't worry, Mother is a dignified Dou Sheng. There are only a handful of forces in Zhongzhou that can threaten me."

"mother"

After an unknown amount of time, the girl's sobs gradually subsided, and she reluctantly left An Suying's embrace.

She actually had a lot more to say and a lot of unspoken suffering, but she didn't want her mother to worry about it.

It's in the past.

She wiped her face vigorously, her voice muffled, and though she forced a smile, there was an indescribable awkwardness and embarrassment in her voice: "Mother, this is Xiao Yan."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan, who had been sitting rather uneasy, widened his eyes in surprise, never expecting Ruoruo to use him as a topic of conversation.

Upon seeing An Suying's gaze, Xiao Yan's heart skipped a beat. He quickly stood up straight, his back ramrod straight as if he were a bodyguard who had been paid a fortune. He felt a nervousness he had never experienced before: "Uncle, Aunt!"

"So you are Xiao Yan?"

An Suying frowned slightly, and after observing for a while, she shook her head in confusion: "Such formality and politeness is quite unexpected."

Xiao Yan was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

An Suying rested her chin on her hand, looking thoughtful: "When we met in the dream, I should have given you a scroll of secret techniques. Now that things have come to this, you still call me Aunt. Could it be that you have some dissatisfaction with Ruoruo from our family?"

Suddenly, as if realizing something, her eyes lit up, and she belatedly patted her head.

"I almost forgot, you little guy are a rare body cultivator in this world, no wonder, no wonder."

As she spoke, she reached into her bosom and, to their astonishment, pulled out a stack of bottles and jars.

"Hmm, the Yin-Yang Pill, the Phoenix Blood Qi-Replenishing Pill, and the Yin-Yang Harmonizing Liquid are all products of the Pill Tower. Although they've been around for a few years, they should still be useful. Don't worry, even though our Ruoruo seems weak, her pure water constitution isn't that fragile."

Listening to An Suying's incessant chatter, Xiao Yan was shocked to discover that, despite being a dignified eighth-grade alchemist, he didn't recognize a single one of these so-called pills!
Hun Ruoruo was even more horrified and became increasingly angry as she listened. Finally, she couldn't help but step forward, snatch the bottle from An Suying's hand, and shoved her into the house without saying a word.

Hun Ruoruo said shyly, "Go inside!"

Seeing the bottle being snatched, An Suying's beautiful eyes widened immediately: "Hey, you little rascal, I haven't finished talking yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

Hun Ruoruo shoved her inside, turned and pointed to the side, saying, "My room is over there. Go inside and wait for me. Don't rummage through anything, understand?" "Okay, okay."

"Oh!"

The words had barely left her lips when the door slammed shut, and the mother and daughter's argument gradually faded away.

Looking at the empty courtyard in front of him, Xiao Yan scratched his head, feeling somewhat confused.

"Is that secret technique truly so miraculous that it requires the assistance of elixirs I've never even heard of before?"

Xiao Yan frowned, his curiosity about the secret technique given to him by Ruoruo's mother growing even stronger.

You must know that he is no ordinary eighth-grade alchemist. He is the personal disciple of the Medicine Venerable, Yao Lao. Even if there are thousands of rare pills in the world, those that cannot be refined are extremely rare, let alone those whose names are not even known.

It's a pity the demoness was too greedy; the secret technique was snatched away before he could even get a feel for it, and he still hasn't seen its contents. Otherwise, Xiao Yan would definitely have to try it out.
"Well, there will be an opportunity sooner or later," Xiao Yan chuckled, then turned and walked toward the room the other person pointed to.

Anyway, she's my own wife, so what's wrong with letting Ruoruo learn that secret technique first?

I can always ask her to teach me later.
inside the room.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound of slamming the table rang out as the girl grabbed a scroll and slammed it down on the table, her face flushed red.
"Mother, you just want to sell me out, don't you? You actually... you actually let him cultivate this kind of thing!"

Hun Ruoruo's defenses were visibly breached.

It was one thing for others to desperately help her, but she never expected that even her most respected mother would stand on Xiao Yan's side, her mind filled with thoughts of how to tie her up and send her to that guy's bed.

"Oh? Isn't that boy someone you approve of?"

An Suying smiled, but feigned ignorance, asking in confusion:

"As far as I know, Ruoruo is eager to become stronger. Now that we have the most convenient and effective method, why are you afraid to use it?"

"This"

Hun Ruoruo's expression froze, and her eyes even became somewhat flickering.

She knew the other person was right.

Having lived as a woman for over twenty years, Hun Ruoruo has long accepted her identity. She dares to show off her figure, dares to dress herself up in a flamboyant manner, and even dares to accept Xiao Yan's love.

Naturally, they were prepared to dedicate their entire being, body and soul, to the other person.

Hun Ruoruo even discovered with shame that her desires for her lover were perhaps stronger than those of men. A simple touch could trigger a series of uncontrollable fantasies, making her as addicted as a poison.

"Am I really that lecherous?" she wondered, blushing slightly.

Recalling her kiss with Xiao Yan, she found that her memory was fragmented, with only lust and greed washing over her mind like a tide, stimulating her until her body went weak.

Xiao Yan disliked her humiliating herself, but she insisted on seducing him while naked, claiming it was out of revenge and unwilling to be outdone, but she couldn't fool herself.

I guess I'm really beyond saving, right?
(End of this chapter)