Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 752 Your father is the clan chief, but my father isn't!

"That cunning old bastard!"

Walking along the Tower of Lamentations, Hun Yu's face was ashen, and he was itching with hatred.

He had planned everything meticulously, even hiding on the outskirts of the city, all to avoid the sight of the young lady from the Gui clan.

But who would have thought that the servant who followed the young lady around so closely would have such ability, finding his location with ease.

This is absolutely terrifying!
Thinking it over, Hunyu became increasingly flustered, regretting that she hadn't paid attention to her surroundings before, which was why she had fallen into the old ghost's trap.

"arrive."

Mo Yu stopped in front of the gate, turned around and revealed a smile: "Young Master Hunyu, please?"

Hun Yu's face darkened, and he said coldly, "I don't need you to tell me."

Having said that, Hunyu strode forward, hesitated for a moment, then forcefully pushed open the door and stepped inside.

He knew that what was meant to be would be, and he couldn't avoid it. Since this young lady was determined to see him, he couldn't avoid this meeting sooner or later.

And the simplest, and most thorough, way to escape this predicament is naturally limited to only one thing—

That would disappoint her!
As soon as she entered, Hunyu immediately changed her previous indifference and knelt down on the ground with a thud, not daring to look at the other person.

"Yes, I am Hunyu, greetings to Miss." Hunyu said with trepidation.

Mo Yu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and alarm bells rang in her mind.

This little brat, who looked so unwilling before, is now kneeling down even faster than him!
This kid is definitely a formidable opponent!

Before she could react, Mo Yu knelt down and respectfully said, "Miss, this old servant has invited our distinguished guest."

A moment later, a voice as clear and cold as a spring rang out.

"So you are Soul Jade?"

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if waves of soul power were pouring into his ears, causing Hun Yu to be startled.

With his strength, even if he is inferior to Hunfeng, he is still considered to be a formidable opponent among the Hun clan.

Otherwise, given his passive attitude day after day after the last 'Gu Competition', he would probably have already fallen out of the fiercely competitive ranks of geniuses and would not have had the opportunity to participate in the second 'Gu Competition'.

This young lady, whom he had never met before, could evoke an irresistible feeling in him with just a single soul sound.

That opponent's cultivation level
"Yes, Miss, it is I." Hunyu dared not be negligent and said respectfully, "I have long admired your reputation, Miss, and to meet you today is truly awe-inspiring."

At this point, he clicked his tongue and a wry smile appeared on his face: "It seems that the title of young clan leader this time is probably a foregone conclusion."

"Oh?"

The voice seemed to chuckle, casually asking, "Did you say the same thing to Hunfeng?"

Upon hearing this, Hunyu's expression froze, clearly not expecting the other party to be so blunt.

Fortunately, the girl didn't dwell on it too much, but instead asked calmly, "Do you know why I called you here?"

Hunyu paused, then asked tentatively, "You want to know about the 'Gu War'?"

The figure behind the screen nodded slightly: "The term 'Gu Struggle' originated from the election of the previous young clan leader. As one of only two people who survived that battle, besides Hunfeng, I can only turn to you."

Upon hearing this, Hunyu breathed a sigh of relief and clasped her hands in a fist and said, "If Miss has any questions, I will answer them to the best of my knowledge."

Compared to the coercion and enticement he had expected, the girl in front of him was much more tolerant, which made him feel a little favorably towards her.

After all, in this world of madness, it's incredibly difficult to find a normal person like him who has achieved such profound enlightenment!
"The term 'Gu Struggle' originates from the evil practice of witchcraft and sorcery. It refers to the mixing of various Gu worms into a pot and the fighting until only one survives. We, who are participating in the election, are the Gu worms in this pot."

"Within that giant jar, there are countless pools of blood. The more you refine, the stronger your bloodline power will become. And the person with the purest bloodline power after absorbing the blood pools will become the final victor."

At this point, a hint of gloom flashed across Hunyu's face, and he said in a low voice, "Now, although the rules haven't changed, the way we compete is completely different."

Hun Ruoruo frowned: "Because of that Hun Feng?"

Hun Yu gave a bitter laugh, unusually showing no subservience, and shook his head, sighing, "You wouldn't know what he actually did." So mysterious?

Hun Ruoruo seemed to finally become interested. After thinking for a moment, she muttered to herself, "If it were me, I would probably let the others absorb the blood pool first, and then use them as the blood pool to absorb. That way, the efficiency would probably be the highest."

"???"

After saying that, Hun Ruoruo looked up at the dumbfounded Hun Yu and pondered, "However, since he is now the young clan leader, he must have a better method. Tell me about it?"

At this moment, Hunyu was trembling all over, like an old mortal who was over seventy years old, and might lose consciousness at any moment.

tell me the story?

What the hell can I say?!
No wonder these two are vying for the position of young clan leader; they even have the exact same strategy. They are truly evenly matched and have met their match!
Looking at Hun Yu's incredibly complex expression, a glint of light flashed in Hun Ruoruo's eyes as she continued, "Unwilling to talk? Fine, I'm more interested in you than in what Hun Feng has done."

"For example, how exactly did you manage to die in front of him back then?"

"enough!"

In an instant, Hun Yu seemed to be touched by some unknown fear, and his face immediately became distorted: "Hun Ruoruo, your father is the clan leader, but my father isn't!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu's expression immediately turned sinister, his murderous intent about to freeze the entire room, but Hun Ruoruo stopped him with a look.

Seeing this, Hunyu decided to throw caution to the wind and roared, "You're willing to fight to the death, willing to risk your lives for the young clan leader, but I'm not. I can't beat you, and I don't intend to be killed by that madman again!"

"For the sake of my ancestors' protection under the clan chief, I advise you not to get into a fight with that madman in the secret realm, otherwise..."

Upon hearing this, Hunyu clearly remembered something, took a few deep breaths, gritted his teeth, and changed his words, saying, "Take care of yourself!"

After saying that, Hunyu gave a perfunctory bow, and then left the room with lingering fear.

"Oh!"

The sound of the door slamming shut rang out, and at this point, the coldness in Mo Yu's eyes could no longer be contained. He cursed, "This little bastard, relying on his own abilities, dared to talk back to you. He truly deserves to die!"

He finally realized that Hun Yu had never intended to curry favor with Hun Ruoruo; instead, he was single-mindedly trying to distance himself from them.

Such a person, who has absolutely no ambition, is simply a disgrace to the fine bloodline of the Soul Clan!
"It doesn't matter."

Hun Ruoruo slowly walked out from behind the screen, a slight smile playing on her lips. "People like him are not tempted by wealth, nor attracted by ambition. They only want a peaceful life, so naturally they can't be swayed by a few words."

Mo Yu was completely confused: "Miss, you...you didn't want to subdue him?"

Hun Ruoruo didn't answer, but casually asked, "How's the progress on Hun Miesheng's side?"

"Miss, the Palace Master has already sent those thirteen invitations to the Heavenly Phoenix Clan. When the time is right, not only will he gain the materials for thirteen sets of Grade Nine pills, but the reputation of the Heavenly Phoenix Clan will also surely crumble!"

"Hmm." Hun Ruoruo casually said, "By the way, tell Hun Miesheng that if they can't produce a ninth-grade pill, increase the amount of consumable materials tenfold."

"Wha, what?!"

The demon rain was terrified and felt like dying.

He knew that the Heavenly Phoenix Clan could not possibly have any ninth-grade pills in stock, let alone give them away.

In this way, it is equivalent to harvesting 130 portions of medicinal herbs!
Selling one half-saint for 130 is not just extortion, it's practically driving people to their deaths!

Even though the Heavenly Phoenix Clan was located in the Beast Domain and had stockpiled countless medicinal herbs, this amount was still enough to cause serious damage, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as a massive financial loss.

"What?" Hun Ruoruo raised an eyebrow. "The Heavenly Phoenix Clan is so frugal that the corpse of a half-saint is enough to sustain the Ancestral River for hundreds of years without it drying up. How could they be reluctant to part with just a few medicinal herbs?"

"Moreover, if you really can't afford it, my Soul Palace doesn't forbid buying on credit."

"Yes, sir!"

Mo Yu dared not delay, forcibly suppressing her wildly beating heart, and hurriedly took her leave.

As the room gradually quieted down, Hun Ruoruo slowly composed herself and gazed indifferently at Hun Yang, who was hanging high in the sky.

"In this way, the preparations for the Gu battle are now complete."

She had a premonition that what she needed to break through the scheme set up by Hun Feng behind the scenes might not be just strength.
(End of this chapter)