Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 740 Giving You to Me

"Take a picture."

As the girl lightly tapped her index finger, countless pages quietly turned, transforming into a phantom barrier that enveloped the ancient ruins.

One page, one world.

As a supreme combat skill of the high-level Heaven Rank, even if one only comprehends a smattering of it, the benefits brought by the Emperor Soul Technique are far beyond what any other combat skill can match.

Hun Ruoruo had deeply sensed this during her previous battle with the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Half-Saint.

With her current level of fighting spirit, even with the support of a pure water physique, it's impossible for her to master the small world. At most, she can only mobilize a portion of the power of heaven and earth within it.

The best way to master a small world is naturally to find some nearly ruined, abandoned worlds to practice on.

Whether it's the 'other world' of the Pill Tower or the 'Creation Ruins' before us, both have long since become dilapidated with the passage of time, which is just right for Hun Ruoruo now.

"A Battle Saint who died countless years ago left behind a world with such power. A Saint-level powerhouse. Truly extraordinary."

Gazing at the illustrations engraved on the ancient pages, Hun Ruoruo's eyes narrowed slightly as she murmured to herself.

She knew very well that the main reason she was able to injure a half-saint was the powerful effect of the Emperor Soul Technique and the fact that the opponent was caught off guard.

Even so, that all-out attack only left the Phoenix Clan Half-Saint slightly disheveled, and didn't even cause him much injury.

The gap is so large that it's despairing.

“Without becoming a saint, we will never be able to access his plans.” Hun Ruoruo sighed softly. “It seems it’s time to speed things up.”

She always harbored a sense of unease about the Soul Emperor.

Both the other party's actions and their attitude towards me were vastly different from what I had in mind; in fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were completely contrary to my expectations.
She was unaware of the other party's purpose.

However, the only thing that can be confirmed is that the other party's goal is ultimately to climb to that insurmountable heavenly level—the Dou Di!
As long as he doesn't become a Dou Di (a powerful figure in the game), the other party's ambition will never be curbed.

Hun Ruoruo disliked being led by the nose and loathed this illusory unease. Therefore, only by having complete control in her own hands could she feel at ease.

The scene of the old apothecary talking with the Confucian scholar flashed through her mind. Hun Ruoruo closed her eyes tightly and slowly clenched her blood-stained fist.

"Whether my father is an enemy or not is up to me to decide."

"Going back?"

Xiao Yan was taken aback, clearly not expecting it: "So fast?"

Hun Ruoruo smiled sweetly: "Senior brother sounds quite disappointed."

Xiao Yan blushed slightly under her gaze, and said stiffly, "Of course, I'm your boyfriend now, so it would be a lie to say I'm not disappointed, right?"

Perhaps because he had been too repressed in the past, Xiao Yan has become much bolder since the two established their relationship.

From the Monster Mountain Range to Canaan Academy, he tried his best to restrain his feelings, unwilling to let Hun Ruoruo be affected.

It can be said that the more restrained he was back then, the bolder he is now, eager to proclaim his sovereignty to the whole world.

"Oh?"

Hun Ruoruo bent down to look at him, her expression teasing: "Senior brother cares about Ruoruo so much, it makes me so happy. But I wonder, what exactly disappointed you?"

Where were you disappointed?

Xiao Yan was stunned.

Disappointment is disappointment; can it be broken down into parts?

Hun Ruoruo's lips curled slightly as she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "May I ask, Senior Brother, how is Ruoruo's technique?"

In an instant, Xiao Yan's eyes widened, and his face flushed red.

"Lianxin, what's the technique?" Ziyan, with her sharp ears, had overheard everything she was trying to eavesdrop and immediately asked curiously.

"Children, don't ask."

Three Thousand Lotus Hearts silently played with the Heavenly Venerable Token, not even looking up, and said, "By the way, you're not allowed to eavesdrop on the Lord's conversation, or I'll confiscate your 'Purple Beauty King's Special Supply Pills' for this month." "How can you say that? I'm the elder sister, okay!"

"Confiscated."

"No, no, no, I was wrong! Your Highness Ziyan can't live without pills, or she'll stop growing!"

Zi Yan burst into tears, which immediately made Xiao Yan's heart tremble.

He glanced guiltily at Zi Yan and the other woman not far away, then lowered his voice and scolded, "You vixen, what are you saying?!"

"Not saying anything doesn't mean it didn't happen." Hun Ruoruo chuckled, her voice like a silver bell. "Or is it that Senior Brother is truly heartless, taking advantage of you and then planning to deny everything?"

Unlike others, the enchantress had no hesitation in speaking her mind about things that ordinary women would be ashamed to utter.

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After a long silence, Xiao Yan, breathing heavily, spoke in a low voice: "What do you want?"

"The coronation of the Celestial Venerable needs to take place at headquarters, which happens to be the location of the Hui people's community."

Hun Ruoruo's heart raced slightly, her eyes flickering: "Would you see me off?"

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"it is good."

Central Plains, Heavenly Gang Palace.

In the enormous main hall of the Celestial Venerable, a magnificent and imposing throne sits atop the hall, its gloomy and solemn atmosphere exceptionally cold.

Walking ahead, Hun Ruoruo felt somewhat uneasy, a feeling that was difficult to describe in words.

"I still brought him along."

By accepting the role of a partner, she had essentially accepted her fate.

Rationally speaking, whether it's sooner or later, Xiao Yan and I are bound to do these things.

She did not resist.

But I was still very nervous.

I don't know why, but I just invited this guy home with me on a whim. Was it because I was too tired?
Or was it because of the blood on his hands?

Thinking of this, Hun Ruoruo's heart pounded, and her mind was a jumbled mess, unable to tell whether it was anticipation or something else.

It's probably just a case of giving up.

Young clan leader, Battle Saint, Heavenly Tomb—the list goes on and on. Carefree days were never hers; she'd long ago stayed in the Sound Valley with her mother.
Now, all Hun Ruoruo needs to do is merge with the Hun Clan.

"Senior brother, am I good-looking?"

With a sly glint in her eyes and a beaming smile, Hun Ruoruo asked, "If you answer correctly, you can choose any of the treasures here."

This was an easy question, and Hun Ruoruo clearly didn't believe he couldn't answer it.

She has always been very confident in her appearance.

Especially in front of Xiao Yan.

As expected, Xiao Yan, who was walking behind, chuckled and then slowly said, "Beautiful."

Hun Ruoruo's eyes immediately narrowed into crescent moons.

She turned her head, about to say something, but before she knew it, Xiao Yan had already taken her slender hand and gently left a kiss mark on it.

"I'm not kidding."

Xiao Yan knelt on one knee, his eyes filled with a smile: "Can you give yourself to me?"

(End of this chapter)