Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 778 Father's Reward

"Father?"

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo was clearly taken aback.

Even though she had a premonition, she was still somewhat surprised when she heard Hunyu say it herself.

It should be noted that while the quota for the Heavenly Tomb is important, it is not actually considered essential by the Soul Clan; at best, it is merely an added bonus.

Yao Xingji, who appears to be on the list of the eight clans, is indeed a prodigy, but within his clan, he can only barely rank among the top five, and is not considered particularly important.

Ultimately, this reason all stems from one particular clan.

That was the ancient race!

Although the ancient race claims to be neutral, as the most prominent of the eight races, its power is naturally far beyond that of ordinary races. Moreover, the most important point is that the main body of the Heavenly Tomb is located inside the ancient race!

With such favorable timing, location, and human factors, it would be extremely difficult for other groups to gain an advantage in the Heavenly Tomb.

Therefore, in order to avoid accidents involving their clan's prodigies, most other clans do not send their young clan leaders to participate.

The Soul Clan's decision to send Hun Ruoruo is most likely just due to her personal wishes.

As for the other spot...
Thoughts flashed through her mind, and Hun Ruoruo's starry eyes flickered slightly. A smile suddenly appeared on her lips: "Judging from what the elder said, it seems he wants to use the identity of 'Xiao Clan successor' to do something?"

"I'm afraid that's exactly what happened."

Hunyu smiled bitterly and sighed, "The Ancient Clan has occupied the Xiao Clan's position for many years. Although the other clans do not say it openly, they are already aware of it. Because of this, although the Ancient Clan now holds the title of the head of the eight clans, when it comes to cohesion, no one is willing to form an alliance with it."

"The relationship between Miss and Prince Consort Xiao Yan is no secret, and Prince Consort Xiao Yan happens to be a descendant of the ancient Xiao clan. Given this, it's hard to imagine that those powerful figures wouldn't want to take advantage of it."

Hun Ruoruo smiled and said, "I think this is probably why they tacitly allow Xiao Yan to exist, right?"

"!" Soul Jade's pupils shrank sharply, and his face stiffened.

“A young man who came from the Xiao clan, which is now practically extinct, not only possesses cultivation comparable to the geniuses of the eight clans, but can also shake the prestige of the ancient clans invisibly. Such an excellent candidate to be used, even if the empty title of Soul Clan's consort is removed, those old guys probably won't even blink an eye.”

"Miss!"

Upon hearing this, Hunyu could no longer sit still, his face turning deathly pale with shock.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Hun Ruoruo casually looked away and said lazily, "Since they dare to do it, why should they worry about what others say?"

"Besides, for me, this isn't exactly a bad thing."

Seeing the girl's expression, which did not seem angry, Hunyu was surprised, and the lingering fear in her heart immediately lessened. After a long silence, she suddenly mustered up her courage and asked, "May I ask, Miss, is your relationship with the Prince Consort very good?"

"Yes, of course."

Hun Ruoruo's answer was surprisingly quick.

She slowly stood up and said with a smile, "I have no objection to getting married and having children now."

Hun Yu's expression instantly became fascinating: "Wh-what?!"

Even before the Gu Wars, in order to ensure his survival, he had already gone to great lengths to learn about all the contestants.

Among them, the one who devoted the most energy was the incredibly mysterious daughter of the clan leader.

It can be said that, looking at the entire Soul Clan, there are probably few people who understand the relationship between Xiao Yan and Hun Ruoruo better than him.

Even so, he never expected that the relationship between the Xiao clan heir and the young lady had become so good!

“I left my clan at a young age. In all my life, he is the only person I have spent the most time with. The Soul Clan can’t give me this kind of companionship, my father can’t give me this kind of companionship, and even my mother can’t compare to him in this respect.”

Hun Ruoruo lowered her eyes slightly, her slender fingers gently touching the window frame. The clear, bright glass reflected her delicate face, exquisite and beautiful.

“Miss.” Hunyu’s voice was a little hoarse.

"Of course, I'm not saying all this to create a loophole for myself." Hun Ruoruo suddenly changed her tone, turned her head, and said with a smile, "Tell those old fogies that they can scheme against him, but I hope they can bear all the consequences afterward."

The girl's expression was smiling, and her voice was soft and gentle, yet it was like the coldest winter month, causing Hunyu to feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"As for the quota for the Heavenly Tomb, they don't need to allocate it; I can obtain it myself. Do you understand?"

"Yes Yes!"

Hun Yu was greatly alarmed and dared not delay for a moment, so he quickly patted his chest and assured her.

Before she could finish speaking, without any response, the girl's figure had already drifted away and disappeared without a trace. Looking at the empty room, Hunyu let out a long sigh of relief, then slumped to the ground with a 'thud,' panting heavily, looking as if she had just survived a disaster.

"That scared me to death! That scared me to death!"

Hun Yu clutched his wildly beating heart, sweating profusely as he muttered to himself, "This girl usually seems alright, but when it comes to that Xiao clan successor, she's a thousand times, ten thousand times more insane than Hun Feng. If I had said even half a wrong word just now, I'd probably be dead already!"

Recalling the other party's previous words, Hun Yu's expression changed. Finally, he gritted his teeth, furtively took out a token from his pocket, and began to inject his soul power into it.

One breath, two breaths
After a long wait, just as Hunyu was getting impatient, a light finally shone on the dark token.

"Who goes there?" a dignified voice rang out.

Upon hearing this, Hunyu was overjoyed and hurriedly knelt and crawled to present the token, flatteringly saying, "Hello? Your Excellency, Your Excellency, I am Hunyu. I had the honor of meeting you once before."

"Hmph, daring to use this token to summon this Heavenly Venerable, do you know what this means?" the majestic voice sneered.

"I beg Your Excellency to introduce me to Young Master Xiao Yan. I am willing to pay any price." Hun Yu bowed devoutly.

"Jie Jie"

Upon hearing this, the mysterious man on the other side of the token finally smiled and said with satisfaction, "The price is waived. If you want to see Young Master Xiao Yan, all you need is absolute loyalty to Miss!"

Upon hearing this, Hunyu immediately understood the other party's meaning. His face lit up with elation, and he hastily scrambled to his feet, solemnly swearing an oath:

"loyalty!!!"

At the top of the Tower of Lamentation in the Soul Realm.

As one of the most important buildings of the Soul Clan, the top of the Tower of Lamentation became the residence of the clan leaders of all generations. Except for special cases, no one dared to approach it.

Hun Ruoruo walked through the empty building, ignoring the rare treasures around her that would drive even a Dou Sheng crazy, and instead fixed her gaze on a portrait in the corner.

"call"

She let out a long breath, quickened her pace, walked to the edge of the corner, hesitated slightly, and then held the portrait sealed in the frame in her hands.

It was a black and white scene drawn with ink, which looked quite old, but was preserved in excellent condition.

The man had a face like jade and eyes like stars, while the woman was heroic and spirited, with a sharpness in her eyes that seemed to rival the heavens and the earth.

It is An Suying and the Soul Emperor.

They are also Hun Ruoruo's mother and father.

"Father and Mother."

Hun Ruoruo's eyes were somewhat dazed, and she seemed to realize something in her heart. She slowly stretched out her trembling fingers and touched the center of the painting.

"Om-"

In an instant, the dried ink on the scroll seemed to be soaked in a clear spring, completely activating its vitality, splashing ink across the world, transforming into a world like a traditional Chinese ink painting.

In just a moment, Hun Ruoruo's vision spun around, and she quietly drifted to another world.

"This, this is."

Hun Ruoruo's eyes suddenly widened.

Before them lay a scene exactly identical to the childhood home that her mother had recreated in the Valley of Sound!
No. Rather than saying they're the same, it's more accurate to say that the building in front of us is the real deal!
"coming?"

Suddenly, a warm and mellow voice reached my ears.

Hun Ruoruo glanced to the side and saw a middle-aged man with the appearance of a scholar stepping out from the pavilion, revealing a face that was exactly like that of a traditional Chinese ink painting.

It is the Soul Emperor.

However, even though she was already very familiar with the man's appearance, Hun Ruoruo could no longer recognize him as the same person as her father in her memory.

Unlike the gourd of wine he usually carried, the scholar was now holding a string of candied hawthorns.

The bright red fruits shimmered, coated with a clear and even layer of sugar, arranged in strings on bamboo skewers, their round bellies incredibly tempting.

"This is a reward," the Soul Emperor said with a faint smile.

(End of this chapter)