Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 641 Xun'er vs. Ruoruo
Ancient meeting place, training ground.

Since the Ancient Society was founded at a young age, it had a small number of members, so there were very few cultivators in the training ground, with only a few elders guarding it.

However, the fact that Elder Gu was able to build such a great reputation with just a handful of people shows that his strength should not be underestimated.

If anyone else were here, they would probably be able to tell at a glance that every elder here possesses terrifying combat power at least comparable to the Dou Zun level, and the leaders are no less than the Soul Palace Heavenly Venerable.

Such a foundation clearly surpasses the former Ice River Valley, yet this is merely the tip of the iceberg among the ancient tribes.

The strength of the eight clans far exceeded the limits of ordinary people's imagination.

Only the eight clans can fight against the eight clans!
In the center of the training field, two beautiful figures faced each other. One was dressed in green like a fairy, and the other was dressed in black like a demon. They were opposites to each other, yet clearly distinct. They stood quietly in place, their eyes meeting.

"It's been a long time. Sister Xun'er has improved quite a bit. If it were the old you, you probably wouldn't have dared to say such rude and disgusting things as stealing a man."

Hun Ruoruo put one hand on her waist and said with a smile:

"However, while your courage is commendable, it seems I have no need to accept this challenge. Men are creatures that can't be snatched away."

Xun'er, with a stern face, said coldly:

"Whether it works or not, you have to try to find out. That's a lesson you taught me before. Besides, I don't have the habit of giving up right away!"

She pointed into the distance, and two figures, bound hand and foot, immediately took to the air. Although their breathing was relatively stable, their figures were extremely disheveled, resembling drowning dogs.

"They will be my bargaining chips in this challenge."

Xun'er said methodically:

"After this battle, regardless of who wins or loses, those who trespassed on my Ancient Gathering will be sent back to the Soul Palace unharmed. I wonder if this offer will satisfy you, sister?"

Judging from Xun'er's previous assessment, Hun Ruoruo clearly cared a lot about her subordinate forces, otherwise she wouldn't have come to the Ancient Society in person to ask for them.

That's why she tried to use this as leverage to challenge her older sister, who always suppressed her.

The two, Bai Tianzun and Bai Tianzun, who had suddenly risen from the ground, were stunned for a moment. Then, their gazes swept over the white-haired girl in the arena, and they couldn't help but tremble violently, exclaiming in horror:
"Miss!"

Who else could the white-haired girl in the center of the arena be but a young lady from the main branch of the Soul Clan?

They never dreamed that the Ancient Society possessed such great supernatural powers, even bringing the young lady back to its inner circle for suppression.

"Miss, run! The Ancient Society's strength is unfathomable. Even the two of us are no match for them. We must ask the Nine Heavens Venerable for help to have any chance of fighting back!"

"Don't panic, Miss. Our cultivation is intact. Even if we have to self-destruct, we will definitely get you out of the Ancient Gathering safely!"

"Damn you, you ancient witch, get away from my young lady at once!"

Hun Ruoruo: "."

She suddenly regretted coming to redeem these subordinates.

"idiot."

Hun Ruoruo felt a throbbing pain in her temples, sighed, and waved her hand dismissively as if shooing away flies.

"Alright, what's the point of fooling these ignorant servants? They are not members of my Soul Clan."

Xun'er stuck out her tongue, a long-lost playful expression returning to her face:

"Even the Soul Clan couldn't possibly guess our relationship, could they?"

With that, she flicked her finger, and the bound Mo Tianzun and Bai Tianzun plummeted from the sky, crashing back to the ground. "Well, Sister Ruoruo, are you now willing to accept my challenge?"

Hearing Xun'er's words, Hun Ruoruo couldn't help but frown.

Clearly, the other party is serious.

In fact, she had often heard similar stories in folk tales before, such as two young heroes fighting to the death to win the heart of a holy maiden, and the one who was not favored by everyone making a comeback and finally winning the beauty's heart.

For example, the Holy Maiden already had someone she loved. Even when the young hero was defeated, she remained devoted to him, abandoning her sect to escape with him. The two then became fugitives, embarking on a bizarre tale of love and hate.
But without exception, the objects of these stories are all women!

What's with them now running around stealing men?
The image of Xiao Yan, his thick eyebrows furrowed, silently watching the two of them pulling each other's hair and fighting over him flashed through Hun Ruoruo's mind, making her scalp tingle and her whole body feel uneasy.

She put aside her distracting thoughts and said, somewhat tentatively:

"Are you sure it's just to compete with me for Xiao Yan?"

Before she could finish speaking, Xun'er suddenly stopped in her tracks, and after a long while, she slowly sighed:
"As expected, I couldn't hide it from Sister Ruoruo."

Hun Ruoruo: "?"

Before she could ask, Xun'er continued speaking to herself:
"After founding this ancient society, I often thought about what all my current perseverance and obsessions were for."

"Is it to 'find your own goal' as Brother Xiao Yan said, or simply to prove to you that I am not as bad as the other corrupt members of the ancient clan?"

"Later I realized that they weren't actually in conflict," Xun'er said slowly. "You are my target."

She raised her hand and made a grasping motion, and a long, gilded spear silently appeared. With a flick of the girl's wrist, it created a series of sharp spear flowers, leaving the air riddled with holes wherever the spear tip touched.

"In matters of the heart, it is indeed not something that can be decided by winning or losing, but I have no choice but to fight for the man I once valued most in my life."

A fierce golden light rekindled in her eyes, far more aggressive and noble than before, as if it were an innate grace and magnificence.

"bring it on."

She murmured something, and at that moment, all the icy clouds for miles around evaporated.

That was the purest and most extreme power of fire element.

This power was something that Hun Ruoruo had only ever seen in Xiao Yan.

"Battle Venerable. Four Stars".

A rare look of seriousness appeared in Hun Ruoruo's eyes.

A simple four-star Dou Zun is nothing to her, given her current strength, but Xun'er is a completely different story.

Treating her like an ordinary four-star Dou Zun will only lead to a crushing defeat.

“My sister’s strength used to far surpass mine, and I never had the chance to challenge her. But things are different now.”

Xun'er's spear was pointed directly at Hun Ruoruo, and even her voice, amplified by the bloodline of the ancient clan, carried a hint of indifferent coldness:

“After returning to my clan, I awakened my bloodline, and my cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds. On the other hand, my sister seems to have not yet activated her bloodline to improve her cultivation level.”

"If we fight now, you will surely lose!"

(End of this chapter)