Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 779 We're fine, we'll get married soon, Dad, don't worry about it.

If the soul truly remained frozen in place, just as the words suggest.

In fact, she had already made all the preparations before coming here. Whether the other party had the same idea as the clan elders, or recognized her a little more because she had won the position of young clan leader, it would not surprise her in the slightest.

Only now.

The front door of the house was wide open, and inside, candles wrapped in paper were lit. The girl ran home quickly following the light source, only to find her father already silently waiting at the door, taking out a shiny string of candied hawthorns from a crumpled paper bag in his arms, his face full of smiles.

These scenes, commonplace in the mundane world, felt unreal to her, much like these sugar-coated hawthorn skewers.

It's sweet, but sour inside.

"you"

Hun Ruoruo was momentarily speechless, whether from frustration or something else, she turned her head away first and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

"hehe."

Upon seeing this, the scholar smiled and shook his head: "When your mother lived in this courtyard with you, I would occasionally come to visit. On many occasions, I saw her making these earthly snacks, so I simply tried making them myself."

Although he claimed it was an occasional occurrence, judging from the scenes that Hun Ruoruo had witnessed in the Sound Valley, the actual number was probably far greater than that.

This man, who called himself her father but whom she regarded as her mortal enemy, truly watched her grow up bit by bit from beginning to end.

“You should know that’s not what I meant.” She slowly lowered her eyelids.

Seeing this, the scholar paused slightly, his smile fading, and gently shook his head: "Of all the things in the world, how many causes and effects are there?"

“When I spoke with the pharmacist, I claimed to be giving you a gift, but what I actually did was simply return what rightfully belonged to you. It was hardly a gift at all.”

At this point, the scholar lowered his head and reached out to tear off the thin paper wrapped around the candy. "Now that you have become the young clan leader, it may be a bit too late to send ordinary gifts."

"As a reward, this will do."

As soon as she finished speaking, a bright red color suddenly appeared in Hun Ruoruo's eyes, which were looking down at the ground.

Whether it's the shape, the size, or the rich, honey-like sweetness, it's exactly the same as I remember.

The only difference was the person holding the candied hawthorn.

Hun Ruoruo did not refuse again. She took the bamboo skewer from the other person, whispered "thank you," but did not eat it.

The scholar didn't seem to care, as if he hadn't noticed the awkwardness in the girl's words, and walked back to the pavilion on his own.

"Ruoruo seems quite interested in the spots for the Heavenly Tomb."

He gazed at the distant mountains, his voice faint and distant.

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo hesitated for a moment before walking into the pavilion and slowly sitting down on the other side of the bench.

"The ancient clans have dominated the Heavenly Tomb for many years, almost without ever suffering a defeat. However, my Soul Clan has been unable to send its strongest prodigy there due to the threats within the Heavenly Tomb. Now, Xiao Yan's arrival is undoubtedly a turning point for my Soul Clan."

Hun Ruoruo's explanation was very conservative, yet reasonable and well-founded, making it difficult to find any points of rebuttal. It was clear that she was testing the waters.

The scholar listened to her analysis and nodded slightly, but suddenly a smile appeared on his face: "Actually, I am also quite interested in the quota for that tomb."

In an instant, Hun Ruoruo's pupils shrank: "You...you?"

As a training ground exclusively for the younger generation of the eight clans, the Heavenly Tomb is extremely famous, but it is far from being of the caliber to be taken seriously by the clan leader, let alone the fact that the other party is the Soul Emperor.

The implication here is clearly somewhat inexplicable.

"Don't worry, my relationship with that clan elders isn't as close as you think." The scholar seemed to see her worry and smiled faintly. "What I've done is only for my own benefit." "."

Hun Ruoruo remained silent, but her heart was already churning with turbulent emotions.

In this world, probably no one knows the truth of the other person's words better than she does.

And these almost top-secret words were casually told to me by the other party, without any reservations.
"Why are you telling me all this?" She took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

The scholar looked up at the sky and smiled, "This world is the first small world that I created when I became a saint. Although it is not large, it is stable. Apart from you and me, no third person can know about it."

Hun Ruoruo's eyes turned slightly cold: "Are you threatening me?"

The scholar shook his head: "I just want to say that if we can't even speak freely here, then the path of cultivation is too tiring."

Too tired.

These two short words seem to encapsulate everything that all practitioners struggle to break free from.

"Wealth, companions, laws, and land—there is nothing that cannot be fought for, and no one that cannot be seized. Even the heavens, which are high above, must be fought for in order to risk one's life."

The scholar's smile was gentle, but the meaning behind his words was enough to overturn heaven and earth.

Hun Ruoruo fell silent.

After a while, she suddenly relaxed, picked up a bamboo skewer, bit off the crisp, sweet sugar coating, and mumbled, "Please continue, I'm listening."

The scholar was somewhat surprised, but mostly he chuckled, and couldn't help but say, "Since Ruoruo doesn't want to listen, it would be too heartless of me to add any more sentimental remarks."

Over the long years, the Soul Emperor had become accustomed to all aspects of life, and naturally had witnessed the communication habits between fathers and children in the mortal world.

Aside from reasoning, all he does is nag. With this constant repetition, it's no wonder his children become rebellious.

That's a bit too much of a concern.
Despite this, the scholar's usually calm eyes were subtly stirred by the girl's actions.

"Tell me about that young man?" the scholar asked with a smile.

"We're doing great, we'll get married soon." Hun Ruoruo gnawed hard on a hawthorn fruit, her face contorted from the sourness, and couldn't help but add angrily, "Dad, don't worry about it."

Confucian scholar: "."

His brows furrowed, and after a moment he looked helpless, and slowly said, "I have no intention of interfering in your affairs. What I am referring to is the matter of the Heavenly Tomb."

"The Heavenly Tomb?"

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo finally raised her head, her cheeks puffed out, and asked in confusion, "Could it be that the clan elders still have a dispute about the quota?"

"The clan elders naturally dared not have any objections."

The Soul Emperor smiled slightly, his voice returning to silence: "But in my opinion, this alone is rather uninteresting."

"What do you mean?" Hun Ruoruo finally looked serious and frowned.

“Since the Xiao clan’s descendant is in my Soul Clan, it would be inappropriate for the ancient clan to hold the Heavenly Tomb quota.”

The Soul Emperor's eyes seemed to hold the light of sunset and the fading of stars as he casually said, "Since Xiao and Hun have merged, the so-called quota for the Heavenly Tomb, and even the Heavenly Tomb itself, should all belong to my Soul Clan."

As soon as the words were spoken, the sky trembled, and the entire small world seemed unable to bear the weight of those words, teetering on the brink of collapse!

"What did you say?!"
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The story about the father is a bit difficult to write, so it's a little late. I will also be adding extra chapters from time to time, with each extra chapter being at least 3 chapters and 7000 words, to connect with the Heavenly Tomb Charge!

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