Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 716 The Struggle for the Position of Young Clan Leader!
Outside the hall.

Demon Rain stood beside Soul Extinction, not daring to even breathe loudly.

He swore that he had never spent more time with the Palace Master in his entire life than he had today.

Moreover, unlike in the past, the Palace Master not only did not give him any orders, but even took the initiative to talk about clan secrets!

This extreme sense of disconnect made Mo Yu feel as if she were in a dream, and she even had many crazy thoughts.

But one thing remained etched in his heart—

That is, all the status and favors I have received come from Miss!
Mo Yu was originally a rogue cultivator, but he was well-versed in various ways of survival, and even had considerable experience in being someone's dog.

What is the most important thing for a dog?
It's not about baring its teeth and acting fiercely, nor is it about wagging its tail and begging for mercy; it's about loyalty!

Absolute loyalty!
No matter how high a position he climbs, as long as it involves the young lady, he must kneel down and kowtow unconditionally.

After all, if loyalty is not absolute, then it is absolutely disloyal. Now that wealth and glory are right in front of him, he has to consider whether this is the only opportunity he will ever have in his life.

Thinking of this, Mo Yu's expression turned serious, and the slight sense of elation that had risen in her heart earlier vanished without a trace.

"That's right, Miss is the sun in my heart. No matter who she asks me to be an enemy of, I only need to obey unconditionally!"

Mo Yu clenched his fists, and with his consciousness clear, his face became much more relaxed, and the determination in his eyes resembled that of the most devout soldier.

Seeing this, Hun Miesheng nodded, his eyes showing satisfaction.

"To have such awareness, Mo Yu, you have indeed surprised this Palace Master."

He patted Mo Yu on the shoulder and praised her generously, "With your help as Miss, her chances of winning against the Void Devouring Flame will surely increase."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu's expression froze, and she stood there dumbfounded.

"Who?"

After a while.

Suddenly, the hall doors opened, and Hun Ruoruo and Yao Lao slowly walked out.

"Miss, pharmacist."

Hun Miesheng stepped forward first, bowing slightly, while Mo Yu on the other side seemed somewhat absent-minded, as if he had learned some strange secret and fallen into a dazed state.

"Ah."

Hun Ruoruo nodded, not paying too much attention.

She already knew Hun Miesheng's nature. Despite his righteous and powerful appearance, he had already mastered the art of scheming and manipulation, and might have said something to Mo Yu.

"How did things go?"

“Miss, I have been instructed by the Lord to inform Lord Void of your existence. You will be able to go and pay my respects in the coming days.”

"So fast?"

Hun Ruoruo was somewhat surprised, but after a moment she composed herself and nodded slightly: "Alright, the sooner I go to see Void Devouring Flame, the more methods I will have during the clan election."

She knew perfectly well just how intense the competition within the Soul Clan had become.

From the most ordinary descendants to the clan chief himself, the Soul Clan can be said to have taken involution to its extreme.

The Soul Clan does have normal people.

But normal people simply cannot survive among the Soul Clan.

Over time, the abnormal people became the normal people of the Soul Clan, while the normal people became the outcasts.

In such an environment, let alone flirting with one's own young master like the ancient clan leader did, even relaxing for a moment would be a sin.

That is why the prodigies of the Soul Clan are so terrifyingly strong.

"Girl."

Looking at the girl lost in thought, Yao Lao couldn't help but ask, "Among the Soul Clan, is there perhaps someone with talent surpassing yours?"

In Yao Lao's opinion, Hun Ruoruo's talent was even greater than Xiao Yan's.

The girl back then, with only a body devoid of vital energy, was able to reach the high-level Dou Wang realm upon reaching adulthood, let alone now that she has recovered her divine bloodline. "Perhaps not in terms of talent alone."

Hun Ruoruo's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said softly, "But my Hun Clan only values ​​the result."

Seeing that the old apothecary still had doubts, Hun Miesheng cupped his hands and said in a low voice, "The current young clan leader, Hun Feng, is not only much older than Miss, but his bloodline power is also of the divine grade."

These words, once spoken, were like a boulder thrown into a lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves!
"Another divine-grade?!" The old apothecary was greatly shocked.

As a former member of the Medicine Clan, he knew all too well what divine bloodlines meant to ancient clans.

Whenever a divine bloodline is born, it is often regarded as a harbinger of a clan's prosperity and is considered a gift from the ancient emperor.

It's fair to say that the possessor of divine bloodline is the son of a Dou Di!
This incredibly rare bloodline has become increasingly scarce with the continuous reproduction of the clan, and now it has been a thousand years since the last divine-grade bloodline was born among the eight clans.
But now, the Soul Clan has two of them!
Hun Miesheng smiled bitterly: "Ten years ago, the young clan leader Hun Feng received the training of Lord Xu Wu and secretly awakened a divine bloodline within the clan. This matter is a secret of our Hun clan. If it weren't for your special status, Pharmacist, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to tell you."

The old doctor didn't pay attention to the politeness in the other party's words, but quickly identified the key point—

Ten years ago

He murmured to himself, "So, from the time he awakened his bloodline until today, he has cultivated for a full ten years?"

"Exactly."

Hun Miesheng sighed softly and said slowly, "With Miss's current strength, if we were to fight her head-on, the chances of winning would probably be close to zero."

Clearly, in order to save Hun Ruoruo's face, Hun Miesheng spoke rather conservatively.

A young clan leader who has cultivated his divine bloodline for ten years and has been nurtured by countless resources from the Soul Clan will possess strength far exceeding the limits of human comprehension.

This is a real monster.

Looking at Yao Lao's unpredictable face, Hun Miesheng lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "Putting aside strength, whether it is supporters or influence, Miss is also unable to compete with her. If it weren't for the Pill Gathering that helped you advance to the ninth rank, she would probably only be described as weak and powerless."

"Enough!" Hun Ruoruo suddenly snapped.

Hun Miesheng lowered his head, yet he did not retreat in the slightest.

She glared at him with icy eyes, then quickly turned to Yao Lao, saying, "Master, don't listen to his nonsense, you..."

"Girl, there's no need to say anything more."

The old apothecary raised his hand to interrupt, his pale golden eyes carrying a hint of vicissitude: "Originally, I intended to advise you not to put yourself in danger, but now it seems that it was no different from making sarcastic remarks."

"Since you and that brat helped me reach this ninth-rank position, in return, I must fulfill my duties as an alchemist."

At this point, a sharp glint flashed in Yao Lao's usually smiling eyes, and he spoke coldly: "I am Yao Chen, do I have a place in the Soul Clan?"

Hun Miesheng clasped his hands in a salute: "Welcome to the Soul Clan's Alchemy Sacred Altar, alchemist!"

"Lead the way."

"please!"

Before Hun Ruoruo could react, Yao Lao had already leaped up and fled straight out of the hall, disappearing without a trace along with Hun Miesheng.

Watching the figure disappear into the horizon, Hun Ruoruo's face tightened, and she stomped her foot angrily, adding a grudge against Hun Miesheng in her heart.

"That self-righteous Master is just as reckless as Xiao Yan. I wonder if he caught it from him?" she muttered through gritted teeth.

Men really are creatures who care a lot about their image.
Her expression shifted, and Hun Ruoruo glanced at Mo Yu, who was standing there dumbfounded, and said irritably, "What are you standing there for? Now that you know the inside story, what are you going to do?"

Although Hun Miesheng acted on his own initiative, she had to admit that what the other party said was basically her current weakness.

To develop power, one must have a sufficiently loyal and steadfast swordsman, which is why Hun Ruoruo brought Mo Yu here.

Mo Yu was indeed smooth and experienced enough, but Hun Ruoruo wanted more than just that.

If someone submits to you because of circumstances, they may also submit to others because of circumstances.

Therefore, only loyalty demonstrated after clearly understanding the pros and cons can earn her trust.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu was jolted awake and immediately knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly and raising his arms in a shout.

"Don't worry, Miss, this old servant will always be your dog!"

Men are indeed creatures who care about their image, but for Mo Yu, it's clear that Miss is his pride.
(End of this chapter)