Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 714 Soul Emperor: How does Ruoruo view her father?
In an instant, Mo Yu's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his legs trembled, and he almost knelt down subconsciously.

That Palace Master, who kills Battle Saints like chickens and dogs, is actually talking to Miss Xiang.
Bowing?

Mo Yu knew that Hun Ruoruo's ability to move freely within the Soul Palace was inextricably linked to the Palace Master. Even if Hun Ruoruo was not his subordinate, the two must have been cooperating.

That's why he always regarded the other party's words as the Lord of the Palace's instructions, and even risked his life to kill his nominal fourth and eighth brothers.

But he never dreamed that between Hun Ruoruo and Hun Miesheng, the former was actually the one with the dominant power!
The young lady's identity
Mo Yu dared not think about it anymore. Her heart was pounding wildly as if it were about to explode, and her whole body was trembling like a leaf, as if a great fear was about to strike.

"We're on the same side, no need to worry."

Seemingly aware of Mo Yu's predicament, Hun Ruoruo glanced at the imposing man and spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, the indifference in Hun Miesheng's eyes faded slightly, and he nodded, stepping aside to let her pass: "Miss, please."

Hun Ruoruo did not hesitate and got up to walk into the hall.

As the girl stepped across the threshold, the once cold and gloomy steel gate slammed shut.

Mo Yu stood there, stunned, trying to recall the fleeting glimpse of the Confucian scholar in her mind, but to her horror, she found that the more she tried to remember, the more blurred the memory became.

In just a few breaths, the Confucian scholar's image was completely erased from his consciousness.

He was horrified to discover that if he hadn't already met the old doctor several times, he probably wouldn't have been able to recall his previous experience at all!

For a moment, Mo Yu's eyes widened, and he began to breathe heavily as if he were under a spell.

Don't force it.

Hun Miesheng's calm and indifferent voice suddenly rang in Mo Yu's ears: "To have met the Lord once is already thanks to the Miss's protection."

Mo Yu suddenly awoke with a start, then exclaimed in disbelief, "Lord Palace Master, you—"

"Serving others as masters is the destiny that my Soul Palace is destined to have."

With Hun Ruoruo's endorsement, Hun Miesheng no longer needed to hide anything from Mo Yu, and looked at her with deep eyes: "I am the same."

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Mo Yu opened her mouth, feeling that the shock she had experienced in her entire life was nothing compared to what she was feeling at this moment.

The Palace Master has actually submitted to someone else as his master?!

However, Hun Miesheng paid no attention to Mo Yu's remarkable expression and calmly said to himself, "In the past thousand years, my Hun Clan has had more than a dozen young patriarchs, but none of them have ever been able to possess abilities similar to the patriarch. In my opinion, it is time to reshuffle the deck."

"S-Sir?!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu was utterly terrified.

Discussing the internal affairs of the clan is a taboo that has always brought death upon oneself. Even if Hun Miesheng dared to say it, Mo Yu would not dare to utter a single word in response.

"rest assured."

Hun Miesheng gave him a deep look and said softly, "The master you have acknowledged is no less than this Palace Master."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yu's body trembled violently, and he quickly lowered his head, as if he had been frightened out of his wits.

Seeing this, Hun Miesheng's eyes narrowed, but a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

He clearly saw a flicker of almost morbid fanaticism flash across Mo Yu's eyes, which were filled with terror and horror.
That is
A symbol of a minister who follows the emperor.

"Father, Master."

Upon entering the hall, Hun Ruoruo showed no sign of haste, bowing respectfully. Hearing this, the scholar smiled gently and nodded slightly: "Please sit."

Hun Ruoruo sat down next to the other person, blinking as she stared at Yao Lao, their eyes locked in a silent battle.

To be honest, she really didn't expect her father to come.

Even if he were a ninth-grade alchemist, given the other party's strength, there would be no need for him to personally attend the banquet. Having Hun Miesheng receive Yao Lao was already an extraordinary show of respect.

Is this considered a make-up for the parent-teacher conference from back then?

Hun Ruoruo secretly grumbled to herself.

She knew that despite her master's seemingly relaxed and cheerful demeanor, he was probably quite apprehensive inside.

That's exactly what happened.

This was probably the most panicked day of Yao Lao's life.

He probably never dreamed that not only would he not be captured by the Soul Hall, but he would also be attending a parent-teacher conference with the ultimate leader of the forces behind the Soul Hall, being asked with expectant eyes, "How is your daughter doing at school?" or "Is she listening to the teacher?"
What the hell is this?!

The old medicine master's face twitched, forcing out a smile that was more like a grimace: "Um, clan leader."

"Hehe, pharmacist, you can just call me Ruoruo's father."

The scholar gently stroked the girl's forehead and smiled faintly: "We're talking in private, so there's no need to be too formal."

As he spoke, he glanced at Hun Ruoruo, who was clutching the hem of her skirt beside him, and said with a look of realization, "Speaking of which, I did meet the Pharmacist once back in Canaan Academy, but unfortunately I was too busy with other matters to talk to him in detail."

"Hey!" Hun Ruoruo suddenly widened her starry eyes.

We were supposed to be discussing serious matters, but how did our conversation turn into a teacher's home visit?
"What?" The scholar asked with a half-smile. "Compared to a ninth-rank status forced upon you by external forces, shouldn't your father pay more attention to your experiences in the outside world?"

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Hun Ruoruo remained silent for a long while, then closed her eyes resignedly: "Whatever."

The scholar was not angry, and looked at the old doctor with a smile.

"May I ask, Pharmacist, what does this girl think of me as her father?"

"Uh"

The old doctor's eyelids twitched violently, and he deeply realized the importance of the art of language.

You can't exactly say that we planned to kill you together, can you?
If this were to be spoken aloud, the Soul Clan's Heavenly Soul Sun would likely have another distinguished guest.
"In Ruoruo's heart, your importance is probably about the same as her mother's," the old apothecary said awkwardly after a long pause.

A rare glint of light flashed in the scholar's eyes.

Upon hearing Yao Lao's words, Hun Ruoruo immediately breathed a sigh of relief, secretly patting her chest with a sense of relief.

Fortunately, Master wasn't as reckless as Xiao Yan. If he had said something wrong, the story would have ended much sooner than planned.
However, just as she was about to speak in agreement, the old doctor's voice changed from its previous unease and he spoke in a deep voice: "But as your master and elder, I must tell you that Ruoruo's previous life was not good."

In an instant, the scholar's brows furrowed slightly.

Hun Ruoruo, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed and tried to wink at Yao Lao, but the old man stopped her with a kind look and calmly looked at the man in front of her who could be described as invincible in the world.

“I am an outcast of the Medicine Clan. In terms of both status and talent, I am worlds apart from Ruoruo. However, her experiences back then were far more unbearable than mine when I was young.”

"I have no intention of discussing right or wrong today, nor do I wish to determine which method is more beneficial for cultivation. I only wish to ask you, sir, are you aware of all of this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Soul Emperor's eyes narrowed, and the silence seemed to cause the temperature of the world to drop sharply at that moment!
(End of this chapter)