Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 715 Master vs. Biological Father
Discussing the family affairs of the clan leader is always a major taboo. Even someone as powerful as Hun Miesheng avoided the topic like the plague when it came to the relationship between the father and daughter, daring not to interfere in the slightest.

Such a foolish thing could probably only be done by a reckless fool like a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers.

Is Yao Lao a fool?
Obviously impossible.

On the contrary, he was not only not stupid, but he also had an excellent understanding of the strict order of the eight clans, because he had once been a member of the Medicine Clan.

For Yao Lao at that time, even the words of an elder in the Yao clan were as sacred and inviolable as the might of heaven; a single word could expel him from the clan and banish him for eternity.

Even though he has now reached the ninth rank, he still seems to lack sufficient foundation when facing a behemoth like the Medicine Clan, not to mention the Soul Clan, which is far stronger than the Medicine Clan.
But he spoke anyway.

Regardless of advantages or disadvantages, or even life or death, it was simply a matter of feeling indignant and wanting to express one's true feelings.

This was the teaching that Yao Lao gave to Xiao Yan and Xiao Yan. As their master, he believed it was his duty to set an example.

The silence lasted for a long time, as if even the temperature of the world had suddenly dropped, causing Mo Yu, who was guarding outside the hall, to shiver for no reason, as if a heavy pressure was pressing on his chest.

Meanwhile, the old doctor inside the hall was facing unimaginable pressure.

If the Spirit Realm is stepping into the world, and the Heaven Realm is merging with the world, then the Emperor Realm is mastering the world.

As the possessor of an Emperor-level soul, even the slightest emotional fluctuation of the Soul Emperor is enough to affect the waxing and waning of the small world, causing all living beings to submit to him.

This is the terrifying aspect of an Emperor-level soul!
"Father.!"

Hun Ruoruo was getting a little anxious.

"no need to worry."

The scholar waved his hand, and the space that had almost frozen suddenly returned to normal, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I have always been curious about what kind of master could make this girl willing to give up such favorable conditions in her clan to become his disciple. Only after meeting the Pharmacist today have I been able to resolve my doubts."

At this point, the scholar suddenly stood up, pulled his sleeves down to three feet below his wrists, revealing a hand with distinct knuckles and a smooth, jade-like texture.

He extended his hand to the old doctor and said with a smile, "It is truly a blessing for Ruoruo to have a teacher like you."

Seeing the scholar's formal actions, Hun Ruoruo's mouth opened slightly, and her eyes widened. Even the old doctor next to her couldn't help but look astonished, clearly not expecting it.

You should know that this is the handshake greeting from the Soul Clan Chief!
In today's Dou Qi Continent, even the patriarchs of the other eight clans might not receive such treatment!

His expression changed several times. The old doctor dared not be negligent and stood up solemnly, shaking hands with the scholar's outstretched hand.

He did want to seek justice for his young apprentice, but expressing opposition did not necessarily mean he had to strike the smiling man, especially when facing a stronger person whose strength and status far surpassed his own.

In the Dou Qi Continent, strength represents the right to speak.

Lacking both strength and reverence, the Profound Saint is the best example.

"When we gathered together in the past, there were at least four people who shook hands with me, but now I see no one else."

The scholar's eyes were deep and unfathomable, and his words seemed to have a hidden meaning: "Thanks to the apothecary, my boredom has been relieved."

The old apothecary's body flickered slightly, but he still mustered his strength and said earnestly, "It is my good fortune to gain your approval."

Two tall men clasped hands, one a father, the other a mentor, yet they understood each other perfectly at that moment.

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Looking at the two shadows blocking the sky above, Hun Ruoruo's lips twitched slightly, but her heart trembled for a moment for some reason.

The solemn atmosphere did not last long. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two returned to their seats, and the chill in the air seemed to dissipate considerably.

After shaking hands with the old doctor, the scholar seemed noticeably more talkative, occasionally taking out fine wine and offering it to the old doctor to taste, laughing heartily.

It was the familiar scene of casual conversation over drinks.

However, Xiao Yan was not present this time.

Restless and agitated, Hun Ruoruo disliked these kinds of occasions. Not only did she have to smile obsequiously when the elders mentioned her, but she also couldn't join in their conversations. Hun Ruoruo pursed her lips and reached for the wine pot, ready to throw caution to the wind.

The scholar and the old herbalist reached out their hands without saying a word and slapped away the girl's small hand that was sneakily reaching for the wine pot.

Hun Ruoruo: "."

Old Yao chuckled and said, "Adults are drinking, what are you children getting involved in? If you really want to drink, the next time you meet that brat Xiao Yan, you two can drink to your heart's content."

"I'm not drinking with him," Hun Ruoruo pouted and muttered softly.

Looking at the girl with her chubby cheeks, the scholar smiled faintly, his gaze rather lingering: "Pharmacist, you may not know this, but this girl, like her mother, is one of the few in the world with a pure water constitution, and cannot touch a drop of alcohol."

The old doctor was somewhat surprised: "Why is that?"

"Water is the source of all things. As the ultimate element of water, pure water battle qi is enough to contain all kinds of power in the world and transform them into its own use. It is precisely because of this that it is known as the purifier of all things."

When this matter was mentioned, the scholar's expression seemed to show a hint of helplessness, and he chuckled and said, "Therefore, alcohol will also be stored in the body and regarded as part of energy. Except for the forced elimination by fighting spirit, it will not be digested by the body at all."

"Back when her mother was young, she accidentally drank some alcohol and went on a drunken rampage in front of me. I still remember that scene vividly to this day."

"Don't mention my mother." Hun Ruoruo rested her head on the table with her arms behind her back.

Upon hearing the scholar's account, the old apothecary stood there stunned for a long time, his expression revealing a hint of disbelief.

Although he was drinking with the other party, he never forgot his purpose and kept subtly probing about Hun Ruoruo in order to determine the truth or falsehood of the Confucian scholar's words.

But the truth puzzled him greatly.

The Soul Emperor knows Ruoruo very well.

He knew the girl's personality, words and deeds, and even her experiences perfectly, even better than Yao Lao himself.

How could such a meticulous man possibly be a bad father?
After a long pause, the old apothecary could no longer suppress his doubts. He frowned and asked in a low voice, "Since you know so much about Ruoruo's situation, then why..."

"Even the powerful Eight Emperors of the past struggled to manage the affairs of their descendants, let alone a mere Nine-Star Dou Sheng like myself?"

The scholar smiled, his humble tone revealing an astonishing ambition: "When I surpass the throne one day, I may be able to resolve the doubts in the mind of the apothecary."

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The old man's lips twitched violently, and he felt as if his heart was being constricted by iron chains.

If someone else claimed to surpass the Dou Di, he probably wouldn't care at all, and might even scoff at it.

But this person happens to be the Soul Emperor.

Throughout the entire Central Continent, and even across the entire Dou Qi Continent, no one is more qualified than him to say those words!

"Is this considered a Dou Di oath?" Yao Lao thought with a bitter smile.

With just a few words, he not only got out of his predicament, but also took the opportunity to win over people's hearts.

With such methods and boldness, even someone as proud as him could only submit to the man before him.

Seeing that the old apothecary remained silent for a long time, the scholar narrowed his eyes, chuckled and shook his head: "I had a very pleasant chat with the apothecary today, so I won't stay any longer. With your ninth-rank status as a deterrent, this girl's path will be a bit easier."

Upon hearing this, Elder Yao's pupils contracted, and he immediately recalled what Hun Ruoruo had said: "Are you referring to the competition for the position of young clan leader?"

The scholar nodded slightly: "As the clan leader, I cannot interfere in the election of the young clan leader, nor do I wish to."

"but."

He turned to look at the petite figure bent over her desk, pointed with his finger, and placed an antique-looking jade vase in front of her.

"As a father, although I had a very pleasant conversation with the apothecary, I cannot simply fall behind him."

The bottle fell, and the person vanished without a trace.
(End of this chapter)