Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 780 Inviting Xiao Xuan Back to the Soul Realm?! (First Update!)

The Returning Soul Clan of the Heavenly Tomb?
Even if the Soul Emperor himself were to crawl out of his coffin, let alone the elders of the Soul Clan, they probably wouldn't dare to have such an absurd and bizarre dream.

It should be noted that although the Heavenly Tomb is called a 'tomb', it is not just an ordinary wasteland, but one of the strongest imperial realms created by Emperor Xiao himself!

Heavenly Tomb, the tomb where the heavens are buried.

If even the heavens dared to boast of their destruction, one can imagine how spirited and powerful Emperor Xiao must have been back then.

It's no wonder that even the Soul Emperor, who emulates the Heavenly Dao, regards him as his lifelong rival. One wants to replace the Heavenly Dao, while the other tries to bury it. Their struggle is an indisputable destiny.

The Emperor Xiao and the Soul Emperor of yesteryear were perhaps just like Xiao Xuan now, and
Father.

Hun Ruoruo stared blankly at the calm-faced man in white.

She did expect the trip to the Heavenly Tomb wouldn't be so easy, but no matter how much she thought about it, she never imagined that the other party's ambition would be so great.

Openly offending the ancient tribes.

Even if the ancient race was indeed as the remnant soul of the spirit race said, inaction and incompetence, in the consensus of the eight races, they were still the most powerful ancient race on the surface.

The source of their confidence was Gu Yuan.

Peak of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng.

Even someone as powerful as the Soul Emperor had to passively lie dormant for a thousand years to recuperate before his injuries were fully healed.
"So eager?" Hun Ruoruo whispered.

Upon hearing this, the scholar raised an eyebrow and then revealed a knowing look: "It seems that Ruoruo has already learned the secret of the Gu Realm."

Hun Ruoruo neither refuted nor commented.

The remains of the spirit race in the Gu realm had already been absorbed into her 'soul sea for spiritual salvation', and this matter could not be concealed in the first place; any attempt to cover it up would be futile.

Since that's the case, we might as well just admit it openly.

A hint of appreciation appeared in the scholar's eyes, and he said with a faint smile, "If it were in the past, I might have indeed chosen to let my Soul Clan continue to lie low, but as the saying goes, innovation is the way of the world. When opportunities change, people should naturally take the initiative to change as well. Opportunities wait for no one."

"All the variables lie with you."

Hun Ruoruo's pupils contracted slightly, then she lowered her head with a somewhat gloomy expression: "As expected."

"Double innate divine quality, descendants of the Xiao clan, and even an insignificant ancient clan gang in the Central Plains. These things seem unrelated, yet they are so novel that even I, as the father, cannot help but sigh."

The scholar raised his hand and pointed to the outer edge of the pavilion. There, under the lush green shade of the trees, were bright green fruits and melons, full of juice. The fruits were still attached to their stems, and the stems were still attached to their roots. They were about to ripen.

"Ruoruo, have you ever noticed the melons and fruits in these fields?" A gentle voice, as warm as the rising sun, came from behind.

"No," Hun Ruoruo replied truthfully.

“It’s alright.” The scholar smiled, without any dissatisfaction, and said softly, “For thousands of years, I have lived a secluded life, but I have been fortunate enough to see many of the world’s wonders, and the fruits and vegetables in the fields are one of them.”

"When the melon is ripe, it falls from the vine, but its source lies in the root."

He slowly turned his head and met the girl's dazed eyes. "And you are the root."

Hun Ruoruo felt inexplicably irritable and her mind was in turmoil. She took several deep breaths before she came to her senses and changed the subject.

"You certainly have plenty of leisure time, even paying attention to a small, up-and-coming power like the Ancient Society in Central China."

"To see the big picture from small details, that's all."

The scholar smiled and said, "Although the ancient society is indeed a bit immature now, its nascent vitality and novelty are far beyond what the ancient clans can match. Compared to my old friend, I admire her more."

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo looked up in surprise, almost incredulously, and said, "You mean Xun'er?"

If outsiders were to hear these words, they would probably be utterly astonished.

The dignified patriarch of the Soul Clan actually speaks highly of Xun'er, even more so than Gu Yuan, who is also a patriarch. What utterly absurd words are these!

"why?"

Hun Ruoruo asked the question almost subconsciously.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the scholar revealed a half-smile on his face and patted the girl's head: "Because she is not as good as you."

"Me?" Hun Ruoruo was completely stunned: "Just because of this?!"

"Hahahaha!"

The scholar laughed loudly, said no more, and casually waved his hand: "Go, girl. If I'm not mistaken, that young man should be setting off now." "You—"

Looking at the white-robed scholar who was speaking in riddles, Hun Ruoruo clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and finally bit off the last fruit from the bamboo skewer with a vicious bite before turning around and leaving.

"goodbye!"

"According to the rules your mother taught you, these remaining bamboo skewers should not be thrown away carelessly."

"You don't need to tell me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl's figure flickered, and she plunged headlong into the vortex of spatial teleportation.

Watching the girl's figure disappear, the scholar chuckled softly and slowly withdrew his gaze.

Light the lamp, brew the wine, the new wine is brewed with green ants, and the red clay stove is heated.

Half-drunk, half-awake, a dream spanning a thousand years.

"Old friend."

"I hope that you and your descendants will not disappoint me."

Outside the secret realm.

Once Hun Ruoruo escaped the vortex, she immediately stopped suppressing her emotions and gritted her teeth, saying, "That old man who's lived for a thousand years really knows how to preach. No wonder Mother said she has a generation gap with him."

"Even talking about marriage can't shut that old man up. In my opinion, if he really has the guts, he should go to the Heavenly Tomb himself and invite Xiao Yan's ancestors out!"

Angrily, she threw the bamboo stick into her storage ring, then got up and flew away from the top of the tower, traveling all the way to the Soul Judgment Hall.

"It's the Empress!"

Upon seeing the figure in the air, everyone below tensed up and straightened their bodies.

"As expected of the current imperial daughter, the undisputed young master of my Soul Clan, she actually disregarded the rules and flew over the Soul Judgment Hall, which is always off-limits to air travel!"

"Hmph, it's common knowledge that the young master is ruthless. It's said that her beautiful face, which even makes a Dou Sheng (Battle Saint) lose his senses, is the result of absorbing the essence of the bloodline from the Xiao clan's descendants day and night!"

"What?! No wonder he is a descendant of the Xiao clan. No wonder he was once regarded as a formidable enemy by my Soul Clan. He actually possesses such extraordinary abilities."

"Of course! The young master must have a grand plan for taking a liking to him. Perhaps even the extinct Emperor Realm is part of her plan!"

Upon hearing this, the others shook their heads and smiled, clearly not taking it seriously, simply assuming that this person was a fanatical follower of the Empress.

However, it is undeniable that Hun Ruoruo's prestige within the clan is now at its zenith.

While everyone was discussing, Hun Ruoruo leaped down from the sky, her toes lightly touching the ground, and appeared at the entrance of the Judgment Hall.

"See Young Master!"

Countless heavily armed guards bowed in unison.

Hun Ruoruo ignored it and asked directly, "Where is Mo Yu?"

Upon hearing this, one of the guards hesitated for a moment before stepping forward: "Young Master, Lord Moyu just claimed that he had important business to attend to and has been away from the Soul Realm for some time now."

"gone?"

Hun Ruoruo was taken aback, then frowned slightly and asked subconsciously, "Where is the Soul Jade?"

"Young Master, Lord Hunyu also claims to have important matters to attend to."

Upon hearing this, a sense of foreboding immediately arose in Hun Ruoruo's heart. "Could it be that the others also have important matters to attend to?"

"Just as the young master said, including Lords Hun Li and Hun Ya, they both claimed to have important matters to attend to and left together through the barrier in the Soul Judgment Hall, heading to Zhongzhou."

"where?"

"According to Lord Moyu's report, the place they went to seems to be, uh, the location of Prince Consort Xiao Yan."

In an instant, Hun Ruoruo's beautiful eyes widened, and the expression on her pretty face became unusually fascinating.

"Wha, what?!"

She had only just become the young master, and all the pillars of her forces had already been taken by Xiao Yan?!
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I'm adding extra chapters today, at least three, so this one's a little late. The remaining two chapters should be finished this afternoon, I'll try to finish them before 6 PM. Readers can rest assured and keep reading!
(P.S.: This part of the story was really hard to write! But this way, the reason why the Heavenly Tomb is called the Heavenly Tomb, and the story of the Soul Emperor and Emperor Xiao, can be explained. I hope this explanation will satisfy everyone~~~)

(End of this chapter)