Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 628 Heart-Splitting and Bone-Cutting
"Originating in...the heart?"

Venerable Tianhuo was taken aback at first, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.

Clearly, he was also well aware of the problem that the old doctor was referring to.

As Xiao Yan's mentor, even though Venerable Tianhuo had never actually witnessed the bond between Xiao Yan and Hun Ruoruo, he could still feel her importance in his heart through the little things in their lives.

This weight is so great that it even surpasses interests and life itself.

But now, the woman that silly boy loved most in his life left him in the end to save him.

Venerable Tianhuo has always lived alone, and it is precisely because of this that he understands the meaning of loneliness better than others.

"Sigh," he couldn't help but sigh, "I've heard of the power of the Eight Clans before, but I never imagined that Ruoruo would come from such a behemoth."

"Given Xiao Yan's strength and status, the gap between the two of them is indeed so great that it is enough to make people despair. It is normal to feel disheartened. It's just a pity for this couple."

The old doctor shook his head: "He is my disciple."

Venerable Heavenly Fire suddenly looked at him.

But then, a wise glint gradually appeared in the old apothecary's deep, pale golden eyes:

"If there is anything in the world that can hold him back, it is perhaps only himself."

As the days and months pass, autumn has arrived in the blink of an eye.

In a corner of the endless forest of Xingyun Pavilion, Xiao Yan leaned quietly against a tree, as if he had fallen into an eternal slumber.

Leaves fell softly, green leaves mixed with withered yellow leaves, piling up on his corpse-like body, turning into a mound of yellow earth.

"rustle."

A gust of autumn wind blew, followed by the soft sound of crunching leaves, causing the empty shell of a body to tremble slightly for a moment before slowly returning to silence.
"Teacher, you are here."

The young man's voice was hoarse and dry, lacking any of its former clarity, much like a demon crawling out of hell.

Looking at the scene before him, the old apothecary narrowed his eyes and said indifferently, "It seems that these two months of sitting in meditation have still not cleansed your heart."

Xiao Yan fell silent.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, revealing eerie pupils as empty as an abyss:

"I also don't want to lose my true self, but what can I do with just that? I still couldn't save her from the quagmire."

Xiao Yan raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with blankness and confusion:

"Teacher, my heart has been ripped out. How can I cleanse it? What can I use to cleanse it?!"

His throat seemed to be being tightly choked, making him look like a demon on the verge of collapse.

Blood gushed wildly from his eyes, and with his roar, the entire forest trembled at that moment.

The fallen leaves were instantly shredded, and beneath the thick cover lay a dense layer of blood and bones that were almost impossible to dissolve!

A chilling demonic aura rose up in the center of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. The body, which had been like an empty shell, stood up stiffly. The black and gold flames were like the wailing souls, carrying irreparable sins and evil.

The countless undead before them were none other than the remnants who had miraculously survived from the Ice River Valley!

One person, one foot, and the icy river is extinguished.

If it weren't for Yao Lao's deliberate suppression of the news, Xiao Yan would probably have already become a fearsome figure throughout the Central Plains.

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The old doctor stared blankly at the unfamiliar disciple before him, remained silent for a long time, and finally sighed with a complicated expression. He stepped forward instead of retreating through the blood and slowly walked to Xiao Yan's side.

"The Pill Gathering is less than half a year away," Elder Yao said softly.

"Dan Hui."

A faint glimmer of light appeared in Xiao Yan's empty gaze, before it turned into an even deeper, deathly stillness.

Once upon a time, participating in the Alchemy Gathering and showcasing his talent as a disciple of the Medicine Venerable was his ultimate pursuit in the art of alchemy.

But now, let alone competing with those grandmaster alchemists, he no longer has the ability to refine even the most ordinary and simplest pills.

He lost his heart.

In order to save herself, Hun Ruoruo finally resorted to that forbidden method and returned to the clan she hated and feared the most. Xiao Yan failed to keep his promise.

The countless negative emotions of killing, resentment, pain, and worry completely devoured Xiao Yan's soul like a tidal wave, extinguishing his pursuit of alchemy.

At this moment, all he wanted was to increase his strength at all costs in order to have a chance to win the girl back.

"I'm sorry, teacher." Xiao Yan's eyes were unfocused, as if he had lost his soul.

"There's nothing to apologize for." Yao Lao gazed at him quietly. "Xiao Yan, you should know that winning the Pill Gathering is also an opportunity to help you become stronger."

Xiao Yan smiled, his eyes vacant: "But I can't do it."

He secluded himself here in order to calm his mind and repair his shattered soul, but he obviously did not succeed.

There's too little time; it's too late.

Upon hearing such self-destructive words, Yao Lao's gaze sharpened.

However, just when Xiao Yan thought the other party would scold or even berate him, a large hand rushed towards him with a whooshing sound.

Xiao Yan remained silent, showing no intention of resistance. But just as the large hand was about to strike him, the force it carried suddenly slowed down and transformed into a gentle wave that struck Xiao Yan's head directly.

"Snapped!"

He slapped his large hand onto Xiao Yan's thick, dusty hair, then stroked it, making Xiao Yan's already unkempt hairstyle even more disheveled.

Xiao Yan: "."

"The little guy from back then has grown up."

The old doctor stroked his head and sighed, "Unconsciously, it has been many years since I last touched your head. Back then, you only reached my shoulder, but in the blink of an eye, you are already taller than me."

"teacher"

“Little fellow,” the old doctor said in a long voice without responding, “Growth is not an end result, but a process. When you feel lost and helpless, don’t stay where you are. Go back and look at the road you came from. You may have unexpected gains.”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's usually calm pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

When he looked up again, the old doctor's figure had vanished, leaving only his gentle voice echoing through the forest:
"Six months from now, whether you return or not, I will fight for a place for you."

The forest gradually fell silent. After an unknown amount of time, the body that had been submerged in the sea of ​​blood suddenly rose from the ground and staggered away from the Starfall Pavilion.

he's gone.

They boarded a spaceship bound for the Northwest Region.

Without using his cultivation or disturbing anyone, he was just like the most inconspicuous rogue cultivator in Zhongzhou, squeezed into the cabin, even though his cultivation was already sufficient to support him in traversing the void.

His steps were slow, yet exceptionally stubborn and tenacious.

(End of this chapter)