Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 764 Hun Xuzi's overtures! (3k2!)
The field fell silent.

In the vast grandstand, a group of old monsters from the Soul Clan gathered, yet none of them took the initiative to speak, or even dared to utter a word.

And this attitude was none other than because of the Soul Emperor.

Even though the clan leader is not present, in the Soul Realm, even someone as powerful and influential as the Killing Saint Soul Butcher has no choice but to respectfully submit to this legendary Soul Clan member.

Although Hun Feng is the current young patriarch of the Hun clan, and Hun Ruoruo is his biological daughter, no one can guess what Hun Tiandi will do if it comes to a power struggle.

This is the Emperor's will, which is beyond comprehension and cannot be fathomed.

Any slightest hint of disloyalty would be the most laughable and foolish act in the eyes of the other party.

"Old man, you've gone a bit too far."

In the first seat of the stands, the Void Devouring Flame's tightly closed black hole eyes finally lifted a corner, and the expression on his face turned indifferent.

Under the gaze of those black hole-like eyes, Hun Yuantian's body froze instantly, as if an invisible devouring force was spreading throughout his body, about to devour his soul in the next instant.

Seeing this, his expression changed slightly, but he did not panic. He quickly regained his composure and cupped his hands in a smile, saying, "Lord Void, you should know that this year's competition is different from the past. It is the only competition between the clan leader's blood relatives and the young clan leader."

"Under these circumstances, if there's no extra gift, wouldn't it mean that the Elders of my Soul Clan don't value Miss enough?"

"."

The Void Devouring Flame did not answer, but instead asked, "What do you want?"

"bet!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Hun Yuantian laughed loudly, "As a member of my Hun clan, I must always put interests first. If I don't have enough bargaining chips, how can I win the hearts of the people?"

Upon hearing this, Soul Slayer, who had been silent, frowned slightly, while the elders below, who had originally been unwilling to participate, were now moved.

bet?

If Hun Yuantian's previous words were meant to incite emotions, then this wager is the final chip that tipped the scales, truly arousing the interest of the saints.

Unlike simply taking sides, the so-called bets are entirely based on personal judgment. Regardless of the outcome, the instigator is Hun Yuantian alone, and has nothing to do with anyone else.

In other words, the other party not only took all the possible blame on his own, but also created an opportunity to curry favor with the next young clan leader, and even made a profit from it!

Is there really such a good thing in the world?

Seeing the group of old monsters in the arena stirring with impatience, Hun Miesheng, who was originally guarding the area, felt a sudden 'snap' in his heart and knew that something was wrong.

As direct subordinates of the clan leader, Hun Miesheng and Hun Tu had a very deep friendship in the past. In fact, when he was conferred the title of "Saint Slayer", it was based on Hun Tu himself, who was once famous throughout the eight clans.

For this reason, Hun Miesheng had learned from Hun Tu more than once about the ruthlessness and unpredictability of this elder's methods.

This god of war, who could easily give up his own life, would actually take the risk and give the benefits to everyone present?

Hun Miesheng's heart sank to the bottom, and he clearly did not believe it.

He tentatively turned his head and looked at the location of the Void Devouring Flame again, only to find that the other party was no longer stopping him, but instead seemed quite interested. He felt a pang of bitterness and couldn't help but sigh.

This Void Master is truly unreliable.

Seeing that everyone was interested, Hun Yuantian simply got up and went straight to the front of the seats.

"Now, the three contenders are about to enter the final competition. If you are unwilling, I will not force you."

At this point, he abruptly changed the subject, suddenly pulling a twisted holy spirit from his sleeve and slowly holding it in his palm: "However, if there are those willing to gamble, I will use this as the jackpot for your bets!"

The moment the soul appeared, it burst forth with ancient radiance, as if golden patterns covered its surface, howling and roaring with grief and indignation.

"That is."

The elders on the field were all genuine Saint-level experts, and with the Soul Clan's keen sensitivity to soul power, they naturally and easily sensed the aura within it, and their breath caught in their throats: "The soul of an ancient clan Battle Saint?!"

Upon hearing this, not only ordinary clan elders, but even Soul Slayer couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and his expression shift slightly.

As the most powerful clan in the open among the eight clans, the existence of the Ancient Clan is undoubtedly the embodiment of order. Even the most ordinary Dou Zun soul would find it extremely difficult to capture and refine them.

But now, Hun Yuantian directly took out a soul at the Dou Sheng level!

Judging from its rank, it is probably not as simple as a low-level Dou Sheng!
With a gulp, the Adam's apples bobbed as the elders on the field turned hot in their eyes.

An elder could not contain himself and asked, "Elder Yuantian, if I remember correctly, a thousand years ago, our clan issued a rule prohibiting us from making enemies with the ancient clans. May I ask, Elder, where did you obtain this sacred soul of the ancient clan?"

"good."

Hun Yuantian smiled, not caring about the other party's doubts. Instead, he said coldly, "The clan leader did issue a decree, but it was precisely because of this that the ancient clan gradually became lax, to the point that it began to disintegrate from within."

"We are the Soul Clan, with the blood of the Soul Emperor flowing through our veins. As long as our wolfish nature remains unchanged, we will never have a day of peace. You should understand that all the prohibitions have only one ultimate purpose!"

After speaking, he turned to look at the intrigued Void Devouring Flame and said with a faint smile, "I have a secret technique that allows a soul to transfer to another's body, thus usurping the other's soul and merging with theirs. This ancient clan spirit body was extracted from the body of that ancient clan Battle Saint with the help of Lord Void, and it is absolutely genuine."

“As he said.” Void Devouring Flame nodded with a smile. Silence fell over the arena once more.

However, compared to the last time, a hint of greed had crept into the eyes of the saints, and even Hun Miesheng couldn't help but take another look at the ancient saint's soul.

It's easy to imagine the terrifying allure of a treasure even the Void Devouring Flame acknowledges to these old monsters.

"As Feng'er's ancestor, although I do have high hopes for you, Miss, I also have to fulfill my responsibilities for my grandson. I wonder if anyone on your side is willing to add their bet?"

As he spoke, Hun Yuantian's gaze swept around, finally settling on Hun Miesheng with a half-smile.

In an instant, the unprecedented pressure caused Hun Miesheng's breathing to become increasingly rapid.

He had also hunted down the souls of Battle Saints, and more than once.

However, even as the Lord of the Soul Hall, he would never be able to take out a terrifying spiritual body like that of an ancient clan Battle Saint or even a mid-level Battle Saint!
"Your Majesty."

As he gazed at the girl's figure in the Gu Realm getting closer and closer to the finish line, Hun Miesheng's expression shifted between light and dark, and he even showed a rare hint of anger.

“If the value is insufficient, an equivalent substitute will naturally suffice.” Hun Yuantian’s laughter came at just the right moment.

In an instant, all the pressure on the field fell on Hun Miesheng.

There are naturally many people who support Hun Ruoruo, but now that Hun Yuantian has presented the Sacred Soul Pearl, if there is nothing attractive enough, it will naturally pale in comparison.

Therefore, whether Hun Ruoruo can gain the support of these profit-driven old monsters ultimately depends on sufficient benefits.

This is not just a simple bet, but a clash of forces behind the scenes!

However, just as the group of old monsters could no longer contain their impulse and were about to get up, a deep purple light suddenly shone in the distant sky.

"Ok?"

All the saints turned their heads, and surprisingly, they showed a hint of surprise and doubt.

"It seems that this treasure surpasses even the Saint Rank, unlike the Saint Rank. It appears that another great treasure has appeared in the world within my Soul Clan." Soul Slayer clasped his hands together, his expression gradually returning to calm.

Meanwhile, the Void Devouring Flame, standing to the side, subtly revealed a strange arc.

"This fluctuation...?" Hun Yuantian frowned, then his expression changed slightly, as if he had realized something.

The next moment, space shattered, and under the gaze of countless beings, a figure in white stepped out of the void, his robes fluttering, and wisps of white light and black lightning swirling around him, yet none of them could harm him.

"A pharmacist?!" Hun Miesheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and a rare hint of joy appeared on his usually cold and hard face.

"The Medicine Saint, Yao Chen?"

The expressions of the saints on the field changed, for they had heard the rumors about Yao Lao.

What concerned them more than the opponent's initial-stage Dou Sheng cultivation was his other identity—

Ninth-Rank Alchemist!
An elderly man with a ruddy complexion looked astonished and pondered, "I've long heard that the Medicine Sage has been in seclusion comprehending the Ninth Grade. His sudden appearance now, doesn't it mean..."

"As a teacher, it is really inappropriate for him to be so late in participating in my little apprentice's competition."

The old apothecary smiled faintly, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant, and clasped his hands in a fist and asked, "May I ask, senior, if I may place a bet on her?"

"." Hun Yuantian's face darkened.

As a ninth-grade alchemist, Yao Lao's status was so extraordinary that it far exceeded his due value. However, due to the scarcity of available resources, no one could say anything about it.

Unless he's willing to offend a ninth-grade alchemist.

"Young man of the Medicine Clan, although you have now joined my Soul Clan, you still need to follow the rules." He snorted coldly, "With just a ninth-grade precious pill, you think you are not qualified to compare with my Holy Soul."

"what?"

Hun Miesheng's expression changed drastically, turning icy cold almost instantly.

Although they are all grade nine pills, they are also classified into different levels: the lowest grade is the Precious Pill, the Profound Pill, and the almost extinct Golden Pill.

Given the rarity of a Grade Nine Precious Pill, even if it's not as precious as the Sacred Soul of an Ancient Clan, it's definitely not far off. Hun Yuantian's words were undoubtedly maliciously making things difficult for him!

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Elder Yao did not become impatient. Instead, he shook his head and smiled, "Senior misunderstands. Since I am going to support Ruoruo, it is impossible for me not to make thorough preparations."

Before the words were even finished, the old doctor raised his hand and summoned a deep, shimmering pill with the same luster as a precious jade. In an instant, the pill rose into the air, juxtaposed with the purple pill in the sky.

The moment the purple pill appeared, it burst forth with a cold and eerie laugh: "Ka ka ka, Yuan Tian old monster, you old fellow who crawled out of a coffin, you're still meddling in the competition between the younger generation. I really don't like you."

"you"

Upon hearing that extremely unpleasant voice, all the saints changed color, and even Hun Yuantian couldn't help but show a look of surprise: "Hun Xuzi?!"

Seeing this, the old apothecary took a deep breath, calmly put the pills into his palm, and said in a deep voice, "May I ask, senior, are two grade nine precious pills enough?"
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I've been quite busy with the start of the school year, so this chapter is a bit late. I've added more words to make up for it. Thank you so much for reading!
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