Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 789 The Xiao Clan of yesteryear, the Soul Clan of today! (3k2, third update!!)

Emerging from the Void Thunder Pool, Xiao Yan and the others displayed varying expressions, yet their initial awkwardness had unknowingly faded.

During this period of time, not only Hun Yu, who served as Xiao Yan's sparring partner, but also Hun Li and Hun Ya, have gained a full understanding of this young prince consort.

Regardless of background, whether in terms of talent or temperament, the other party is very likely to be superior to Hun Feng back then. If we were to say which genius in the entire Soul Clan could suppress the other party, it would only be Miss.

In this light, it's quite natural that Hun Ruoruo would take a liking to him.

They knew very well that the Soul Clan had no shortage of wealth or powerful individuals, and had never needed to deliberately curry favor with any force. The idea of ​​a marriage alliance was extremely foolish and backward.

In other words, the Soul Clan has no need for those opportunistic allies.

So, the fact that the young lady likes it is enough.

not to mention.
The man who rose from the ruined Xiao clan to his current position, who was recognized by the clan leader, is definitely not as simple as one might imagine.

Hunyu glanced at the black-haired youth in front of him, and felt a rare sense of admiration.

As the victor from a thousand years ago, he didn't care about so-called racial grudges at all. The love and hatred between those old people had nothing to do with him. So he didn't dislike Xiao Yan at all.

However, compared to that, it is all the more remarkable that the other party is able to take this grudge lightly.

This temperament and magnanimity are perhaps even more terrifying than his talent.

However, just as Hunyu was pondering this, a slightly hurried voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts—

"Master?"

Upon seeing the four return, Mo Yu, who had been waiting outside the Thunder Pool, was overjoyed and hurriedly rushed forward.

He reached out and handed the prepared change of clothes to Xiao Yan, and said with a smile, "It wasn't in vain that this old servant waited so long, you've finally returned!"

Although Mo Yu's cultivation level was not low, in terms of talent, he was clearly far inferior to the others. The Void Thunder Pool would not only have no effect on him, but would also accelerate the arrival of the first tribulation, so it was impossible for him to go along.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan casually draped his clothes over his shoulders and asked, "What's wrong? Is there any news from Ruoruo's side?"

"Young Master has discerning eyes."

Mo Yu chuckled and cupped his hands in greeting, "According to the message from the Heavenly Venerable's Decree, just a short while ago, Miss left the Soul Realm and set off for the Ancient Clan!"

Ancient tribes!

These words immediately piqued everyone's interest.

Unlike in the past, the Xiao and Hun clans, who were originally enemies, no longer pointed their spears at each other, but instead set their sights on the Gu clan!

“Ancient clans, huh?” Xiao Yan let out a long breath, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Aside from the quota for my Xiao clan, there are some things we do need to settle with them.”

Upon hearing this, Hun Li frowned, clearly sensing the unusual tone in the other party's words: "Prince Consort, is there perhaps some other conflict between you and the Ancient Clan?"

"That's it."

Xiao Yan smiled, but did not say anything explicitly.

His initial encounter with the Canaan Academy and the Black Annihilation Army completely shattered any goodwill he had towards Xun'er's clan.

If it weren't for Ruoruo's father being present, not only would the dignity of the Xiao clan not be preserved, but even his beloved, with whom he spent every day, would likely have fallen into the hands of that Saint-level powerhouse named 'Tongxuan'.
"Black Annihilation Army Profound Insight"

Muttering their names, Xiao Yan exhaled a long breath, a hint of coldness creeping into his dark pupils. "It's been years. I hope you won't stagnate."

Some grudges, even for a Saint-level expert, cannot be simply forgotten.

Hun Yu, who was standing to the side, seemed to notice Xiao Yan's unusual behavior and quickly changed the subject, asking, "Where are the other eight clans?"

Mo Yu understood immediately and said, "Of the other eight clans, the Medicine Clan is the fastest and has already arrived inside the Ancient Realm. As for the remaining four clans, they should be on their way as well."

"Medicine clan?"

Upon hearing this extremely familiar name, Xiao Yan quickly came to his senses, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Speaking of which, I don't seem to have heard of any of the remaining clans among the eight ancient clans."

Of the eight clans, apart from the Soul Clan and Xiao Clan, which are the closest to him, the only clans Xiao Yan can remember are the Ancient Clan and the Medicine Clan. As for the other clans, he doesn't even know their names.

It is worth mentioning that during their cultivation in the Void Thunder Pool, an old man surnamed Mang happened to witness their cultivation. According to Hunyu and the others, that old man surnamed Mang was very likely from one of the eight ancient clans.

Xiao Yan felt a strange sense of familiarity with the old man surnamed Mang, as if he had seen him somewhere before, and immediately wanted to ask him a question.

Unfortunately, their encounter was too hasty. The other party thought they had stumbled upon the Soul Clan's team building activity and ran away in fright, without exchanging a single word. This made Xiao Yan sigh at the terrifying reputation of the Soul Clan.

This is the power of word of mouth!
"Your Highness, you may not know this, but apart from the four clans you are aware of, the other four clans are the Flame, Thunder, Stone, and Spirit. Among them, the Stone and Spirit clans are the weakest. It seems that the old man we encountered earlier was very likely from the stronger Thunder clan."

Hunya smiled slightly and began to explain.

Of the three, he was the most knowledgeable about the intelligence on the eight clans.

Xiao Yan observed and listened, silently memorizing all the information about the eight clans, and then suddenly asked, "Then tell me, among the eight clans, who is the strongest?"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Looking at the silent crowd, Xiao Yan's expression remained unchanged, but his doubts deepened.

From the moment Xiao Yan learned about the eight ancient clans, all the people he encountered claimed that the ancient clans were the leaders of the eight clans without any dispute, and he believed it to be true.

However, for some reason, after Xiao Yan truly understood the grudges between the Xiao, Gu, and Hun clans, this idea began to waver silently.

He stared intently at the crowd and asked, word by word, "Are the ancient clans truly the universally acknowledged overlords of the world?"

"Do you really want to know?" After an unknown amount of time, Hunya suddenly spoke calmly.

"But it doesn't matter."

Xiao Yan's answer was equally composed.

Seeing this, Hunya nodded and said softly, "Never."

Xiao Yan's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Those who can be called overlords of the world, in the past thousand years, have only two." Soul Cliff's voice unconsciously carried a hint of arrogance. "Back then, it was the Xiao Clan, and now it is the Soul Clan. As for the other petty villains, they are not worthy!"

The Xiao Clan of yesteryear, now the Soul Clan!

These eight short words were like a heavy hammer blow, stirring up a tremendous upheaval in Xiao Yan's heart.

Even the most insignificant summary is enough to make people easily feel just how glorious the Xiao clan was back then!
Yet this very entity, which even the Soul Clan considered a formidable enemy, has, a thousand years later, been reduced to a small clan in Wutan City, with even its patriarch having a cultivation level of only a Great Dou Master.

If our ancestors were still alive, how tragic it would be.
"Looking back now, it might not have been such a bad thing that our ancestor passed away a thousand years ago," Xiao Yan said with a self-deprecating smile. "If he had known about the current state of the Xiao clan, who knows what kind of scene he would have created."

Upon hearing this, Hunya, who had been standing tall and proud, froze on the spot as if he had heard something unbelievable.

Not only him, but even Hun Yu and Hun Li's expressions became extremely strange, and could only be described as wonderful.

"Your Highness, what did you just say?" Hunya asked cautiously.

"Our ancestor has passed away."

Xiao Yan shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact. "If he finds out that I'm marrying your young lady, who knows what kind of trouble it will cause, right?"

Hunya's lips twitched: "Prince Consort, don't you know that Lord Xiao Xuan..."

"Okay, okay!"

Mo Yu, who was standing to the side, was completely confused and couldn't help but interrupt, scolding, "You juniors, you never stop talking. Don't you know that Miss is still waiting for Young Master?"

Hunya immediately fell silent, his expression strange as he shut his mouth.

It's best not to get involved in matters between such important figures; let the prince consort deal with those headaches himself.
Seeing this, Mo Yu immediately stopped hesitating and instructed, "Miss said that the elder leading the Heavenly Tomb this time will be the Palace Master himself. I think you should understand what this means."

Hun Yu and the others nodded. The fact that the Palace Master was personally leading the team showed just how much the Soul Clan valued this Heavenly Tomb expedition.

This is not only for Xiao Yan, but also for the benefit of the Soul Clan itself.

"As everyone knows, Young Master Xiao Yan's trip is to seize the Heavenly Tomb quota that belongs to the Xiao Clan. In that case, given the reputation of my Soul Clan, it is naturally inappropriate for us to participate too much."

Mo Yu's face was serious as he said in a deep voice, "Letting him make a name for himself is not my idea, but an order personally given by Miss!"

"Ruoruo."

Xiao Yan's eyes flickered slightly, but a warm feeling quietly welled up in his heart.

When it comes to dignity, he truly needs unwavering recognition more than any so-called help.

"And what about us?" Hunyu suddenly asked.

His eyes were urgent, with a hint of joy: "Since we don't need to accompany Prince Consort Xiao Yan, perhaps...?"

Mo Yu said calmly, "As for you, the Palace Master has personally ordered you to immediately return to the Soul Realm teleportation array and set off for the Ancient Clan!"

"Especially you, Soul Jade!"

"I?"

Suddenly being called out by name, Hunyu's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition enveloped his entire body.

“That’s right.” Mo Yu said happily, “As the holder of my Soul Clan’s quota, Miss has gone to great lengths to personally prepare a ‘big gift’ for you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yu's smile remained unchanged, but the Heavenly Venerable Token in his hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling holy light, instantly enveloping the three of them.

"This is this?"

Hun Yu's expression changed drastically, "The Palace Master's soul imprint?!"

That immense, blood-sea-like pressure could only come from Hun Miesheng.

"Go then." Mo Yu waved his hand.

Before the three of them could react, the body shrouded in the sea of ​​blood uncontrollably burrowed into the void and disappeared without even a scream.

"Heh heh, that troublesome junior has finally left."

Once the three figures disappeared, a cold smile finally appeared on Mo Yu's face, and he said in a sinister tone.

Xiao Yan instinctively sensed something was wrong and scratched his head: "Uh, what should I do then?"

"Hehe, young master, there's no need to worry."

Mo Yu turned his head, his face already full of smiles, and said obsequiously, "With your strength, this old servant alone is enough to accompany you on this trip to the ancient clans."

A mere few greenhorns, barely half a century old, dare to dream of gaining the young master's trust from Mo Yu?

Too tender.
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(End of this chapter)