Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 669 The Schemes of Father and Daughter

These two simple words, without any dramatic effect, convey an overwhelming sense of power and grandeur.

Those who cultivate the Tao have always considered themselves to be fighting against fate, and this so-called fate refers to destiny and lifespan!
Destiny extends the breadth of life, and lifespan extends the length of life. Only when both reach their extremes can one reach the level of emulating the Way of Heaven, thus hanging high in the sky, enduring countless calamities without perishing.

Therefore, longevity has always been the ultimate pursuit that cultivators cannot avoid.

Although the Soul Emperor currently claims that he is merely an illusion, since this illusion can replicate his mindset, it must represent some of the views of his true self.

He seems genuinely unafraid of death?

Thinking of this, Hun Ruoruo was slightly lost in thought, and the attack she was about to launch froze in her palm.

"What, can't you bring yourself to do it?"

A soft laugh came from beside my ear, and a gentle voice said:
"If you really can't bring yourself to do it, this first hurdle will probably stop you here."

Despite this, the scholar's tone was clearly teasing, indicating that he did not believe Hun Ruoruo was truly unable to bring herself to do it.

"Humph"

A hint of unease flashed across Hun Ruoruo's face, and she said coldly:

“Normally, illusions would try their best to bewitch their opponents, making them unable to extricate themselves. But your fake body not only admitted that it was fake, but also asked me to kill it myself. How could I not be suspicious?”

Upon hearing the other person's explanation, the scholar's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he nodded thoughtfully.

"Yes, being cautious in everything you do is indeed your consistent nature, just like your father."

Having said that, before Hun Ruoruo could speak, the scholar changed the subject, his smile carrying a deeper meaning:

"But aren't you now also falling into it?"

In an instant, Hun Ruoruo's breath hitched, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

"this--"

"The so-called illusion is not merely about making people fall into it because of their emotions; suspicion, scheming, and even, when necessary, deception are the true path to this."

The scholar looked up and gazed into the distance, as if trying to survey the vast expanse of Dan City from afar.

"After all, something too perfect will only make people feel that it is illusory. Only the alternation of truth and falsehood will make it difficult for them to fathom, leading them to eventually fall into depravity."

He turned to look at the girl beside him and smiled slightly:
“Cultivators are just like mortals. The more they crave perfection, the less they get what they want. They are afraid.”

"Scared"

Hun Ruoruo's gaze was somewhat lost in thought, but she kept repeating the words the other person had spoken, feeling a chill run down her spine.

Instead of pursuing perfection, it deliberately reveals imperfection in order to make those in the illusion yearn for it and become deeply immersed in it.

Such illusions are beyond terrifying!

Seeing the girl lost in thought, the Soul Emperor did not disturb her. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back, quietly waiting for her to come to her senses, his smile undiminished.

Since the illusory image of the Soul Emperor had exhausted all the gray mist in the space, countless alchemists, now free from obstacles, quickly flew out of the space and headed to the next level.

Amidst the verdant mountains and clear waters, only the two figures remained in the distance.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour
After an unknown amount of time, Hun Ruoruo suddenly opened her eyes, and the light in her pupils was as bright and profound as that of the Confucian scholar.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"Hehe, as your father, I should naturally encourage you for bringing benefits to my Soul Clan."

The Soul Emperor's eyes held a rare hint of appreciation as he gazed at the girl before him, his voice distant: "The Emperor Soul Technique that I bestowed upon you in the past has prevented you from stepping into this realm due to the power of your bloodline. Today, I will use the remnants of this 'Otherworld' to lend you a helping hand."

As soon as she finished speaking, the landscape painting space, which was originally filled with mountains and rivers, began to shrink violently. Hun Ruoruo took out a strangely shaped curved blade and walked towards her step by step.

Looking at the girl with a blade walking towards him, the Soul Emperor remained expressionless and smiled faintly:
"Nine is the ultimate number. When trying to challenge the limits, remember to be fully prepared."

Hun Ruoruo nodded 'obediently,' and the curved blade in her hand was already drawn from its sheath.

"Regardless of whether the father is real or not, please return to your clan and wait for the outcome."

The girl smiled brightly, but the curved blade in her hand slashed down mercilessly, heading straight for the scholar's face.

"boom!!!"

A tremendous tremor resounded, and Xuan Kongzi, who was originally sitting on the stone platform, changed his expression drastically. He suddenly stood up from his seat, covered in cold sweat.

"What?!"

Seeing this, Xuan Yi and Tian Lei Zi frowned deeply and couldn't help but whisper to each other:
"Old man, what's happened again?"

First, people from the Soul Palace appeared, and then the Medicine Clan disrupted things. This year's Pill Gathering was so lively that it had become uncontrollable, and even for giants like them, it was extremely troublesome.

Xuan Kongzi's face was extremely pale, and his voice trembled involuntarily:

"The scroll space has vanished!"

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Tian Leizi raised an eyebrow and almost jumped off his seat.

The scroll world used in the first level of the Pill Tower is a replica of the special space created by the Pill Tower's ancestor. Although it is a replica, it has a trace of the original's spiritual charm!
It should be understood that with the cultivation level of an unparalleled expert like the Ancestor, even the most inconspicuous object around him would be transformed into a spiritual treasure under his influence. The disappearance of such a treasure in full view of everyone is undoubtedly an extremely heavy blow to the Pill Tower!
He suddenly turned his head and glared angrily at the old man from the Medicine Clan beside him.

Without a doubt, under these circumstances, the only suspect is this group of medicine clan members who suddenly appeared!
"Ok?"

Sensing Xuan Kongzi's gaze, the two elders smiled disdainfully and said slowly and methodically:

"What's wrong? A giant of the Pill Tower, you're already getting restless?"

Those who participate in the Alchemist Gathering will have a mark left on their Alchemist Medal. This mark will light up when they pass the test, allowing the audience below to judge the progress inside.

The first person to pass the first test was none other than Yao Xingji!
Therefore, in the eyes of the Medicine Clan elders, the reason why Xuan Kongzi acted so out of control was obviously because he had seen Yao Xingji's results and was already feeling embarrassed.

Hmph. Such a fragile mindset, you're nothing more than an ant from the Central Plains, how dare you compare yourself to my Medicine Clan?
The old man chuckled, a hint of mockery in his expression.
"I think Xingji's actions shouldn't violate any of the rules of your Pill Tower, right?"

As expected, upon hearing this, Xuan Kongzi's anger intensified, to the point that even Tian Leizi nearly lost control, his eyes turning gloomy and cold.

Of course, Danta doesn't have such rules.

After all, no one could have imagined that a mere contestant would be able to pack up and take away the entire space used for the competition; it was nothing short of blatant robbery!
This medicine clan was indeed well-prepared.
"good very good!"

Xuan Kongzi said through gritted teeth:
"The Medicine Clan. I, the Pill Tower, will remember this grudge. After the Pill Gathering, I will certainly report it to the Tower Master!"

"Anytime."

The two old men sneered repeatedly, clearly not taking it seriously.

However, the old apothecary, who was watching the show from the sidelines, vaguely sensed something was amiss. He stared at the pale purple soul mark that ranked last for a long time, and his eyes couldn't help but show a strange look.

"My little apprentice is always well-behaved and obedient, so I don't think it was her who did it."

Thinking of the girl's charming and lovely appearance, Yao Lao felt a little uneasy and could only comfort himself.

(End of this chapter)