Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 787 Ancient Clan Demoness and Soul Clan Young Master (First Update!)

Even though she had already had a vague suspicion in her heart, when she actually heard the words "Ancient Clan Mistress" from the other party's mouth, Xun'er's heart still trembled.

mother.

This name, so familiar yet so strange, had been buried in her heart for a full twenty years.

Even though she went far away to the Xiao family and left her hometown, Xun'er still knew Gu Yuan, who was also her close relative, to some extent.

The only exception was her mother. Even though she awakened her bloodline and established the Ancient Society at great cost, she still didn't get a single piece of information about the other party.

Aside from her name and identity, Xun'er had never even seen a portrait of her. She could only vaguely sense the overlap between her mother's and her own appearance through the occasional, hazy glances her father cast at her.
All of this disappeared too quickly and too quietly, even to an eerie degree.

As the matriarch of the ancient clan and the former president of the clan elders' council, there is no information about her left in the clan, and even the cause of her death is unknown.

Xun'er absolutely could not accept this.

Therefore, Elder Lin's words at this moment were undoubtedly an unintentional act that rekindled her hope.

"Do you know anything about my mother?"

After an unknown amount of time, Xun'er asked in a low voice.

The girl's voice was hoarse and dry, completely lacking its previous liveliness, like that of a traveler in the desert.

“I know the basics.”

Seeing Xun'er's attitude, Elder Lin knew he could not hide it, so he simply nodded and sighed, "According to the conversations of those important figures, your mother should have perished before the Battle of Xiao Hun a thousand years ago."

The Battle of the Souls!

In an instant, Xun'er's pupils trembled, and her heart felt as if it had been clenched tightly by an invisible hand, turning into a tangled mess.

She knew perfectly well that the war between the Xiao Clan and the Soul Clan a thousand years ago not only led to the annihilation of one imperial clan, but also laid the foundation for the current格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall structure or pattern) of the eight clans—

The Xiao Clan perished, the Soul Clan declined, all five directions avoided them, and only the ancient was revered!
And her mother, the dignified president of the ancient clan's elders' council, actually perished on the eve of the Battle of Xiao Hun.
How can this be? !
Xun'er's pretty face was as pale as paper, and she said with disbelief, "You mean, a thousand years ago, my mother..."

The first news I heard about my mother was of her death, which would be an incredibly heavy blow to anyone.

A complex emotion flashed in Elder Lin's cloudy eyes. He lowered his head heavily and sighed softly, "I'm afraid that's the truth."

"No, it's impossible!"

Xun'er's gaze was unfocused, but she quickly regained her senses and said decisively, "If my mother had passed away a thousand years ago, why would I, Gu Xun'er, still exist in this world?"

Elder Lin did not answer, but said softly, "I once heard from Ling Ying that the young lady, who was still young at the time, seemed to never integrate into the lives of her peers, as if she were isolated from the world. Is that true?"

"." Xun'er's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.

But then Elder Lin slowly raised his head and met her gaze: "Have you ever considered that the reason you live in seclusion might not be due to your personality, but because you... don't belong to this era?"

Xun'er was completely speechless.

She never imagined that the mystery that had troubled her throughout her childhood would be explained in such an absurd yet perfectly logical way.

No wonder she was wary of everyone, and no wonder her father agreed to let her spend her childhood in the Xiao family.

It turns out she was never born into this world.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin."

After an unknown amount of time, Xun'er opened her mouth slightly, her voice muffled and trembling: "I have some things to do. Please excuse me."

After saying that, Xun'er got up to leave, but her legs kept going weak, and she slumped back into her seat several times. She didn't say a word, but stubbornly insisted on supporting herself, showing no fear.

Elder Lin knew exactly what she was up to. He looked at the girl's reddened eyes, hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed, "Miss, why are you doing this to yourself?"

"Chief, he wouldn't."

Before he could finish speaking, Elder Lin's throat seemed to be choked, and his eyes widened like copper bells.

There, at the door that had been knocked on long ago, stood a middle-aged man dressed in hemp clothing.

His body was slightly hunched, and there was not a trace of his aura present. His soul power and battle qi were as if they had lost their function at this moment, as if he did not belong to this world.

"The clan chief?!"

Elder Lin was terrified. A deathly threat materialized into an extreme chill, almost causing his soul to flee. To speak ill of the Ancient Clan's matriarch and even inform Xun'er of her whereabouts—given his status as an elder from another clan, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he would die on the spot!
"Clan Chief, this matter arose solely from my own actions and has absolutely nothing to do with Miss. You—"

"It doesn't matter."

The man in hemp clothing raised his hand to stop him, his face calm, but he didn't even glance at him. "Go down."

".yes!"

Upon hearing this, Elder Lin dared not hesitate for a moment, immediately rose to take his leave, and left the room.

Inside the large house, only the father and daughter remained.

"Ah"

Xun'er smiled, her face expressionless: "To dismiss an elder from another family with a mere wave of your hand, Father, you truly have great power."

Looking at the girl's lonely figure, the man in hemp clothing opened his mouth as if to speak, but then seemed to hesitate for something, and finally sighed, "Xun'er... I'm sorry."

Upon hearing the word "sorry," Xun'er's eyes turned completely lifeless, and the previous tear stains evaporated silently, leaving only a trace of almost extreme obsession.

This scene is just like that of the Soul Clan demoness from back then.

The woman she hated the most, yet also admired the most, the only one she could call 'older sister'.

Upon seeing this, Gu Yuan's expression froze. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed that the girl's lips, which she had bitten until they bled, were now emitting drops of seven-colored light.

No, more than seven colors
As the clan mark between the girl's eyebrows lit up, the seven-colored halo was once again adorned with a touch of dark gold!
That's the eighth color!
Gu Yuan's face was visibly shaken; his usually calm expression finally showed a hint of emotion.

"Xun'er, you—"

"No need to say any more," Xun'er interrupted, raising her hand.

"Whether it's the cause of my mother's death or the clan elders, I will investigate it all myself. No one can stand in my way."

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with an unprecedented coldness, each word as sharp as a knife.

"including you."

"How's the investigation going over there?"

Inside the Hall of Soul Judgment, the young girl was occupying the highest seat of the Hall Master, leisurely asking questions.

"Your Majesty, after my search, I have indeed discovered something amiss."

Below the hall, Hun Miesheng knelt on one knee, showing no dissatisfaction at having his seat taken by the other party; on the contrary, he was extremely respectful.

"Oh?"

Hun Ruoruo's eyes brightened slightly, and she finally put away her languidness, saying with great interest, "Tell me about it."

Back in the early days of Yin Valley, she had already learned about Gu Yuan's injuries. Coupled with Xun'er's attitude after the Dan Conference, it naturally piqued her interest.

If we could find out the exact nature of Gu Yuan's injuries, it would not only be extremely beneficial to our trip to the Heavenly Tomb, but it would also make the seemingly impossible task of seizing the Heavenly Tomb possible!
And I can also help that little girl out.

Well, by the way.

So that Xiao Yan won't accuse me of bullying my sister again.

Seeing the girl's interested expression, Hun Miesheng didn't keep her in suspense any longer. He clasped his hands and said, "According to the clues I have obtained, the clan leader's plan back then was very likely related to the previous president of the clan's elders' council."

"The former head of the clan council of the ancient tribe?"

Hun Ruoruo frowned slightly, racking her brains for a long time but still couldn't remember the person's identity. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who is this?"

Hun Miesheng smiled bitterly: "If I am not mistaken, the president of this clan elders' council is probably your sister's biological mother."

"Wha, what?!"

In an instant, Hun Ruoruo's expression became quite interesting.

That wicked old man is truly wicked; he even schemed against another man's wife!

(End of this chapter)