Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 797 Xun'er Rebelled?! (Third update, 7k views, please continue reading!!)
As the discussions in the city grew increasingly lively, the original gate to the ancient realm slowly opened.

At the heart of the holy city lies an enormous lake, inhabited by koi carp that seem to float aimlessly in the air, their depths unfathomable, as abyss as deep as the ocean.

Around the lake, figures clad in armor stood with spears in hand, their powerful aura causing those around them to fall silent, clearly intimidated by the might of the ancient race.

"Everyone, the Ancient Realm will open soon. The Ancient Realm is vast, and if you wander into any spatial rifts, you may be at risk of being killed. So please do not wander around aimlessly."

"After entering the Ancient Realm, someone will come to receive you and escort you to the center of the Ancient Realm. In addition, many descendants live inside the Ancient Realm. If you disturb their lives, you will be blacklisted by our Ancient Clan. Are you all aware of this?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present changed their expressions slightly and hurriedly cupped their hands in greeting, none daring to disobey.

Being blacklisted by the ancient clans would be an unacceptable and enormous loss for any force. Given their supreme position among the eight clans, even the other six clans might no longer welcome them. The price they pay is undeniably heavy.

However, unlike the others, Xiao Yan's attention was focused on the other side.

"Descendants?"

He muttered to himself, as if recalling the rather familiar name.

"The so-called descendants are the lowest level of these ancient races. Most of them possess the bloodline of the Dou Di, but it is so small that it is almost negligible. However, if their bloodline mutates, they will become true members of the eight races and enjoy noble treatment."

Mo Yu, standing to the side, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect and explained in a low voice.

As a member of the Soul Clan from a different clan, his status was, in a sense, similar to that of the other descendants. However, because of his relatively stronger strength, he was granted the Soul Clan identity.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan seemed to realize something, his pupils contracted slightly, and he muttered to himself, "So, Ruoruo back then lived in the Soul Realm as a descendant of a non-human being?"

When Yin Gu left, Xiao Yan was seriously injured and on the verge of death. If Hun Ruoruo had not paid a great price to save him, he might have even perished.

After that, although he lost all his memories of the healing process, he gained many fragments of the other person's soul.

What terrified and unsettled the young girl the most was her life as a descendant of a minority group.

Struggling and narrowly escaping death—these experiences that Hun Ruoruo had never recounted intertwined and overlapped repeatedly in Xiao Yan's mind, almost plunging him into a quagmire from which he could not extricate himself.

This is also why he chose to face the ancient tribe alone.

Even if outsiders see it as arrogance, even if it means facing a life-or-death crisis, compared to that hard-won sense of security, everything else seems less important.

He wanted to take her back.

Therefore, he had to prove to everyone that he had the ability to protect that girl.

The title of "Young Clan Chief of the Xiao Clan" is quite fitting.

With that thought in mind, Xiao Yan didn't mince words. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, "Let's go, Uncle Yu."

"Yes, young master."

Mo Yu smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, just as he was about to step into the tunnel, when an invisible force quietly enveloped him.

"what?!"

In an instant, Mo Yu's expression changed drastically. A deathly threat made his blood flow almost backward.

"Young master, be careful—" The words were cut short.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Yu, who possessed a terrifying cultivation level of nine-star Dou Zun, vanished without a trace, like a tiny ant, without even having a chance to struggle. "Who?"

The sudden change caused Xiao Yan's expression to change, and he immediately looked up and around.

However, at some point, the noisy crowd around had disappeared, and even the venue had undergone a complete transformation, leaving only the faint sound of chanting.

This all-too-familiar feeling instantly chilled Xiao Yan's eyes, and he said coldly, word by word, "Saint-level expert!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bizarre and fantastical world suddenly fell silent, and a simple thatched hut appeared silently in Xiao Yan's sight.

"Ugh"

A deep, aged voice suddenly rang out, tinged with a faint sigh: "A thousand years have passed, and Xiao Xuan's descendants are still so sharp and ambitious, which truly amazes this old man."

Upon hearing the old man's words, Xiao Yan was not surprised at all. Instead, he regained his previous composure and said calmly, "May I ask what business you have with me, senior?"

Xiao Yan's tone was very calm, even carrying a hint of aloofness, which immediately made the old man raise his eyebrows slightly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Boy, don't you care about the life or death of your old servant?" he said hoarsely. "As a fellow member of the Xiao clan, your ancestor Xiao Xuan was always extremely loyal and righteous."

"What kind of personality my ancestor had is probably none of my business, and I am not his shadow." Xiao Yan shook his head, his eyes expressionless. "Besides, you can't kill him."

"Can't kill him?" Upon hearing this, the old man laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "Boy, since you recognize my cultivation level, don't you know that for a Saint-level expert to kill a mere Nine-Star Dou Zun is as easy as turning his hand?"

Seeing this, Xiao Yan didn't even bother to reply and simply stopped talking.

What kind of strength does a Saint-level expert possess?
Although Mo Yu could conceal his identity from outsiders, it was undoubtedly impossible for him to fool these Saint-level monsters.

In other words, their identity and background were already clear the moment they captured Mo Yu.

Under these circumstances, killing a Soul Palace Celestial Venerable without any reason would not bring any benefit other than enraging the Soul Clan members who came to the banquet.

Not to mention that the Soul Immortal's mark is also sealed within the Soul Token of Demon Rain.
If he dares to make a move, Hun Miesheng, who is currently inside the ancient clan, would definitely not mind sparring with him on behalf of Mo Yu.

Seeing that Xiao Yan did not reply for a long time, the old man's exaggerated laughter gradually subsided and turned into a solemn expression.

"It seems that, as the intelligence reports, you do indeed have a close connection with the Soul Clan."

"What advice do you have for me, senior?" Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow and said indifferently, "My Xiao clan is now in such a state that it probably has nothing to do with the ancient clans when it comes to associating with them."

He indeed did not intend to use the power of the Soul Clan, but that did not mean he would deny his relationship with the Soul Clan.

Xiao Yan and Hun Ruoruo are open and honest. They are lovers now and will be officially married in the future. This will be announced to the public sooner or later, and there is nothing to hide.

Let alone an ancient clan, even if his ancestor personally expressed his opposition, Xiao Yan would not give in, nor would he conceal anything.

"Ah, if it were just you alone, why would I have come here in person?"

At this point, the old man's probing intent vanished, and instead he adopted a rather troubled expression, sighing softly, "Unfortunately, it's not just you; the future young master of my ancient clan has also been influenced by the Soul Clan and has become rebellious."

Upon hearing the word 'rebellious,' Xiao Yan's eyes widened, his face unusually interesting, and he asked incredulously, "You mean Xun'er?"

That usually quiet and well-behaved girl has actually been corrupted by Ruoruo?!
(End of this chapter)