Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 689 For the Great Cause of the Soul Clan, Go and Sacrifice! (Bonus Chapter of 10,000 Words Completed!)

Hun Xuzi's voice was extremely calm, yet even without his deliberate effort, it was still able to influence the power of heaven and earth.

In an instant, a chilling feeling, as if banished by heaven and earth, instantly spread throughout Hun Ruoruo's body.

This is the pressure of a saint. Even if it is just a tiny mark, far from being a projection, it is enough to exert an oppressive force like that of the heavens with every move.

The world suddenly changed, and a strong wind whipped up Hun Ruoruo's white hair, making it dance and flutter like falling snow.

After a long while, she suddenly smiled.

Bearing the terrifying pressure of a Saint-level being, and feeling the helplessness of being banished by heaven and earth, Hun Ruoruo smiled eerily and coldly: "Who said I don't have the power of a Saint?"

Hun Xuzi's pupils contracted slightly.

"Right now, isn't there one that's already right here?"

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Upon hearing Hun Ruoruo's words, Hun Xuzi's aura became unusually disordered for a moment. His eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at the girl in front of him.

The next moment, this terrifying old man, who was known for his madness, unbridled behavior, and complete lack of restraint, burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahaha!!"

His smile cracked open, and his withered body, wrapped in tattered cloth, trembled like a branch: "A mere brat dares to scheme against this old man! How laughable that I, with my body of a Dou Sheng, never even considered my own existence!"

"Good, as expected of his daughter, you're just like him, a complete madman, hahaha!"

Hun Xuzi laughed wildly, but the next second his face turned ashen, and he said in a sinister tone, "But what makes you think that I would abandon this soul imprint to help you succeed?!"

"Do not."

Hun Ruoruo's expression was calm, even with a faint smile: "You will."

The next moment, a nine-colored, divine halo suddenly shone from between the girl's eyebrows, piercing straight into the sky.

Yao Xingji, the elders of the Yao clan, and even Xun'er all changed color and stared intently at the direction in the arena.

"That's... the power of bloodline?!"

Yao Xingji trembled like a leaf. He was horrified to discover that even with his powerful bloodline, which was among the best in his clan, he was cowering in fear in the face of this aura!
"Is it that girl from the Soul Clan?"

Elder Lin's expression changed drastically, and he almost immediately realized the reason.

“That’s right. That is the power of Sister Ruoruo’s bloodline.”

Xun'er also looked solemn. She did not tell Elder Lin that the bloodline power that Hun Ruoruo was displaying at this moment had actually made her, who had reached the peak of the ninth rank, feel a little apprehensive.

Even fear.

In the arena, Hun Xuzi stared intently at the girl before him. In the center of her hands, a purple-gold book moved without wind, its pages quietly turning.

Within the pages of the book, a small world, like a painting, flows quietly, exuding an almost tangible aura.

"Emperor Soul Technique!"

Hun Xuzi was breathing heavily, and under the aura of the ancient text, his soul imprint seemed to be swallowed up.

“If you come in your true form, this book will naturally be unable to suppress you. But since it is a soul imprint, how to do it and what to do is not up to you.”

Hun Ruoruo shook her head with regret and said with pity, "If you are unwilling, senior, then I will have no choice but to invite you to join my Emperor Soul Technique for a discussion."

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Hun Xuzi's expression grew increasingly cold and somber.

He certainly couldn't come in his true form; the rule that no one above the fifth level of Dou Sheng could make a move was a consensus among the eight clans.

In other words, as long as he develops feelings for Dan, no matter the outcome, he is destined to fall into Hun Ruoruo's trap.

This is a blatant and overt scheme!
Hun Xuzi slowly exhaled, and his tone became more polite: "May I ask, Miss, why have you set your sights on this old man?"

He knew that the Emperor Soul Technique was created by the Soul Emperor himself. Even though it was just a technique, it contained unfathomable power. Once he entered the Emperor Soul Technique, he wouldn't even have the chance to be polite; he would become a sacrifice.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

Hun Ruoruo smiled slightly: "In order to add a ninth-rank to the Soul Clan, you once did not hesitate to be known as a master murderer and a traitor to the Tower, and infiltrated the Pill Tower for a hundred years, just to learn all the skills and pill formulas there. For you, there should be nothing more important than the interests of the Soul Clan."

"Now that the opportunity is so close, if I were you, I'm afraid there would be no way I could refuse."

Hun Ruoruo lowered her eyes slightly, looking at Hun Xuzi whose expression was changing, and said in a piercing voice: "Or is it that you, who keep saying that you are doing this for the greater good of the Hun Clan, are not even willing to sacrifice this mark?"

Hun Ruoruo knew that the reason why the Dou Qi Continent had not yet welcomed a new ninth-grade alchemist was not only due to the difficulty of pill refining, but also because the existing ninth-grade alchemists were too proud of their own work.

Those who can become ninth-rank officials are all renowned in their region and admired by countless people.

Even a Dou Sheng-level expert would have to treat a ninth-grade alchemist with utmost courtesy.

The saying "things are valued for their rarity" also applies to people. That's why these people design increasingly complex elixirs and never reveal them to outsiders.

Hun Ruoruo even suspected that Hun Xuzi's initial infiltration of the Pill Tower wasn't primarily for a sneak attack, but rather because he was forced to peek at the pill formulas.
After all, as a member of the Soul Clan, no alchemist would be willing to share their pills with him.

However, once Yao Lao successfully advances to the ninth rank, the situation will be completely different!
With Yao Lao's talent for improving pill formulas, coupled with the Soul Clan's unique wealth and power, simplifying the ninth-grade pill formula would be a piece of cake.
By then, the threshold for becoming a ninth-grade alchemist would be significantly lowered, and the trend of involution would naturally take hold.

As for clans like the Medicine Clan, whose status is secured by ninth-grade alchemists, their position will inevitably plummet.

Alchemist? What kind of alchemist would you be if you didn't accept bribes!

Hun Ruoruo glanced at the three members of the Medicine Clan below, who looked like stray dogs but were still trying to save face. A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and her gaze was indifferent, as if she were watching lambs to the slaughter.

"Moreover, you should know better than me what kind of role a ninth-grade alchemist, especially one with the ability to improve pill formulas, plays."

First, he threatened, then he made promises. Such a simple and easy-to-understand method had an unimaginable effect in Hun Xuzi's eyes.

He admitted that he was genuinely persuaded.

After a moment's thought, his withered lips moved slightly, and he said indifferently, "What are your plans, Miss?"

"It's actually quite simple. Although my master currently possesses the qualities of a ninth-rank expert, he has been unable to advance to the next rank due to the lack of a physical body."

At this point, Hun Ruoruo changed her tone and said coldly, "But regardless of whether my master can refine a ninth-grade pill now, with your soul imprint as a ninth-grade Xuan Dan alchemist, he must be able to refine it."

Her laughter was eerie, each syllable like a sharp needle piercing the soul: "So, for the sake of the Soul Clan's great cause, please go and offer yourself as a sacrifice."

One breath, two breaths
The girl's voice, as melodious as a nightingale's, now sounded like a demonic whisper, each word piercing into Hun Xuzi's ears.

Gazing at the breathtakingly beautiful white-haired girl before him, Hun Xuzi remained stunned for a long time, giving her a deep look before finally saying slowly, "Yes."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed, and the wolf spirit in the sky seemed to receive a command, opened its bloody mouth and spat out the dark pill.

This wolf spirit was originally a gift from Hun Xuzi, so he naturally controls it far more skillfully than Elder Mu Gu.

Upon hearing the noise in the sky, Xuan Kongzi and the others, who were unaware of what was happening, were immediately stunned, their faces turning grim.

"Mu Gu's elixir has been revived? Could it be that..."

Taking advantage of Xuan Kongzi's momentary lapse in concentration, Elder Mu Gu broke free of his restraints, leaped into the air, and exclaimed with wild joy: "My lord has succeeded! Victory ultimately belongs to the Soul Palace and the Soul Clan!!"

"Heh heh, Yao Chen, even if you have all the advantages of location and people, fate is against you and favors me, Mu Gu! Hahahaha!"

He watched the pills fall from the sky, then rushed off like a madman, his eyes filled with excitement. He knew that the chance to defeat Yao Chen and Xiao Yan was just around the corner!
"It wasn't just Han Feng who ruined you; your newly accepted disciple ruined you too. If it weren't for her, how could I have trampled you under my feet?!"

Mu Gu's face turned crazed. With a flash, he smashed through the gap created by Hun Xuzi, creating a hole in the Saint Pill Barrier, and then plunged into the thunderclouds, desperately grabbing at the pill.

"Mu Gu!"

"Such a shameless scoundrel is utterly unworthy of being a Dou Zun, and unworthy of being an eighth-grade alchemist!!"

"Damn it, why is there a flaw in the Holy Pill Barrier?!"

On the field, everyone was angrily condemning Elder Mu Gu's actions, but he didn't care at all. He laughed wildly and charged through the clouds into the interior.

"Utterly foolish! Only the victor has the right to speak!"

With Mu Gu's roar, the thick clouds gradually dispersed, and the scene before them finally became brighter.

However, to Mu Gu's bewilderment, the moment he entered the center of the platform, what came into view was not the defeated Yao Chen.

On the contrary, at this moment, Yao Lao, possessing Xiao Yan, sat upright, clearly having reached a crucial juncture in the alchemy process.

Swah——

Cold sweat instantly streamed down the forehead of Elder Mu Gu. He glanced to the side and found that the old man who was supposed to seize the pill was now staring at him indifferently along with Hun Ruoruo, as if he were looking at a dead man.

What terrified him even more was that Hun Xuzi's position was actually half a step behind Hun Ruoruo!
The old man Mu Gu's lips trembled violently as he staggered backward, stammering, "This...this..."

"Miss, what should we do with this person?"

Hun Xuzi's laughter was as unpleasant as ever, like a sharp screech as glass shattered.

Upon hearing the word "Miss," the old man Mu Gu's fear instantly turned into bewilderment.

"What is he saying, sir?"

He stared blankly at the girl in the distance, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information, almost stopping him from thinking.

It should be noted that Elder Mu Gu was well aware of Hun Xuzi's status within the clan; even he addressed her as "Miss," which speaks volumes.
That.
Before Mu Gu could think it over, Hun Ruoruo looked away with little interest: "A clown. Letting him become nourishment for Master's elixir would only dirty Master's hands. Let him hang on the soul lamp as fuel."

"Yes."

Hun Xuzi turned around to accept the order, his face unusually gentle: "Hehe, since you are so willing to die for the Soul Clan, now that Miss has given the order, go and die."

Having said that, the wolf spirit suddenly turned its head and, under the stunned gaze of Elder Mu Gu, swallowed it whole.
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