Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 825 The Generational Relationship Between the Ancestor and the Father-in-Law (3k words, First Update!)

Is Xiao Xuan's ancestor still alive?

If it were the Xiao Yan of the past, he would have scoffed at this, dismissing it as nothing more than a trick used by a vixen.

After all, given Xiao Xuan's character, as long as he had a breath left, he would never sit idly by and watch the Xiao clan decline to this point, much less allow the ancient clan to strip the Xiao clan of all its quotas.

If he were to find out what those clan elders had done, wouldn't he turn this place upside down?

However, when he thought of Hunyu and Xun'er's strange expressions, Xiao Yan suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Our ancestors, could they still possess some kind of sentience?
The thought of this unbelievable scene made Xiao Yan lose his composure, and his expression became extremely interesting.

It should be noted that although Xiao Yan did not have many thoughts about age, the ultimate reason was simply because the Xiao family was too weak.

Given the Xiao family's past wealth and influence, even a Great Dou Master was a rare and highly sought-after individual. At most, the entire clan would only have four generations living together, and Xiao Yan had never even seen his grandfather's face.

But now, it takes more than a thousand years to pay homage to one's great-great-grandfather and great-great-grandfather!

It's the kind that's framed on the wall!
For Xiao Yan, who had experience from his previous life, such explosive news was still a bit too ahead of his time.

Moreover, the most crucial issue is not even that.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yan stiffly turned his head, looked at the charming girl with a bright smile, and said dryly, "Ruo Ruo Ruo".

"What are your orders, sir?"

Hun Ruoruo responded in a sweet voice, surprisingly showing a hint of shyness and timidity, like a young wife.

Seeing the other party's extremely obedient attitude, Xiao Yan felt increasingly uneasy and couldn't help but ask, "If I remember correctly, my father-in-law seems to be an old acquaintance of the ancestor?"

"Yes."

Hun Ruoruo's face was radiant with joy, her pretty face flushed, a mixture of happiness and nervousness. "Husband, you may not know this, but my father has always held Senior Xiao Xuan in extremely high regard, even regarding him as a lifelong confidant. Our marriage is a joyous occasion that transcends a thousand years!"

"Wha, what?!!"

Xiao Yan was shocked and finally realized that something was wrong.

With his current understanding of the eight clans, he naturally couldn't believe the demoness's nonsense and naively thought that Xiao Xuan would also regard the Soul Emperor as a confidant, and that the two of them would become in-laws.

What a joyous occasion spanning a thousand years! Given the relationship between the Soul Clan and the Xiao Clan, it would be a miracle if it didn't turn into a life-or-death struggle!
Moreover, in terms of seniority, Hun Ruoruo is not just a year older than him; she is clearly an ancestor-level figure.

As the daughter of the Soul Emperor, even across the entire Dou Qi Continent, perhaps only Xun'er, who is also the daughter of Gu Yuan, can barely be considered her equal in terms of seniority.
In other words, if he were to marry Ruoruo, wouldn't his father-in-law's generation be relegated from being on par with their ancestor Xiao Xuan to being on par with his father Xiao Zhan?!
Touching the letter personally signed by the Soul Emperor in his arms, Xiao Yan's face turned pale and then red, his admiration for his father-in-law flowing endlessly.

He considers himself a relatively traditional person, and even he himself would probably find it difficult to accept such a loss of seniority.

Unexpectedly, his father-in-law, who stood at the pinnacle of the continent, not only did not stop the two of them from being together, but also accepted it so easily, which was extremely enlightened.
"So, what is the ancestor's attitude?"

Xiao Yan asked blankly, seemingly dizzy from the sudden influx of information.

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo propped her chin up and thought for a while before sighing helplessly and saying regretfully, "Although Father regarded Senior Xiao Xuan as a confidant, it is a pity that this relationship broke down from the moment they each took over the position of clan leader."

"After all, the Xiao Clan and the Soul Clan are on different paths and cannot work together."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, turned completely cold.

Yes.

It wasn't just that their paths diverged; the entire Xiao clan had been wiped out by the Soul Clan. Even Xiao Xuan's ancestor might have been killed by his father-in-law himself.

In this situation, the possibility of getting the other party to remain rational, or even to willingly accept Hun Ruoruo's existence, is almost zero.
"It seems this trip to the Heavenly Tomb is going to be quite a headache," Xiao Yan said with a wry smile.

"Is my husband afraid?" Hun Ruoruo chuckled.

"I wouldn't say I'm afraid."

Xiao Yan let out a long sigh and slumped lazily onto the girl's bed, unusually showing signs of exhaustion. "I just didn't expect that once you get involved in these troublesome things, you can't get rid of them."

Since parting ways with Canaan Academy, the two have rarely seen each other. Even though his strength has soared, Xiao Yan still misses the old days from time to time.

In his original plan, visiting the ancestral tombs at Tianmu was just a formality and not too difficult.

But now it seems that, let alone relaxing, it is probably much more terrifying than the previous ancient clan coming-of-age ceremony, with one trouble after another. No wonder he has such a headache.

"Once one cultivates the Tao, one will inevitably be unable to control one's own destiny. Some choose to escape, while others choose to adapt."

Hun Ruoruo sat on the edge of the bed with a grin, her white toes swinging back and forth.

She glanced at Xiao Yan and blinked, "I just wonder, does my husband belong to the former or the latter?"

Looking into the girl's bright eyes, Xiao Yan remained silent for a long time before suddenly chuckling and shaking his head with a self-deprecating smile: "I don't want to choose either one."

Hun Ruoruo's eyes flickered slightly. But then she heard Xiao Yan continue to lazily sigh, "So, if I really have no choice in the matter, I will go and smash this damn world to pieces."

In an instant, Hun Ruoruo's eyes lit up, radiating a gentle light.

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After a long silence, Hun Ruoruo suddenly chuckled, reached out and took off the black robe of the Xiao clan that symbolized honor for Xiao Yan, and whispered in his ear: "My husband at the coming-of-age ceremony dared to speak out and scold those old monsters of the ancient clans, which truly makes me admire him."

"Now that the Xiao Hun Alliance has been established with your help, sir, I'm afraid no one can criticize you for setting some rules for me, right?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's pupils contracted sharply. He turned his head and saw that the girl who was originally wearing a long dress had somehow ended up with her clothes half undone.

Her already mature figure, coupled with her girlish demeanor, exuded an alluring charm, like a drooping cardamom bud, shyly about to bloom.

"Ruoruo, you."

Xiao Yan swallowed hard.

Seeing this, a sly glint flashed in Hun Ruoruo's eyes, but a few vicious thoughts also surfaced in her mind—

She could clearly smell the fragrance of another woman on Xiao Yan's clothes!
Although she knew the other person was there to deliver medicine to Xun'er, Hun Ruoruo could never accept such an act of coming to her bed with the scent of another woman.

"This time, I, the young master, will punish you severely, you little thief, and let you know that the Xiao Hun Alliance is ultimately led by my Hun Clan!"

Hun Ruoruo was thrilled, but her face still held a hint of shyness, and she loosened the cleavage that was already exposed a little more.

"My lord, it seems you've been waiting for quite a while, haven't you?"

As she spoke softly, the girl secretly slipped her hand behind her back and quietly took out a deep purple, mysterious token, from which a faint electric current flickered.

It was none other than the Heavenly Venerable's Decree, which had been prepared for a long time.

Hun Ruoruo was absolutely certain that as long as this guy dared to do something bad to her, with the power of the Black Demon Lightning, she would definitely be able to make him obediently submit to her from then on!
As expected, upon hearing this, Xiao Yan nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, it has indeed been a long wait."

Hun Ruoruo's heart leaped with joy: "Then we—"

However, before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Xiao Yan's earnest words: "So, from today onwards, we will never be apart."

After he finished speaking, a long silence fell over him.

".Eh?"

After an unknown amount of time, Hun Ruoruo looked up in surprise, only to be met with a pair of clear and bright eyes.

“You are from the Ancient Clan, so I came here. You are going to the Heavenly Tomb, so I will fight for a spot. Even if you return to the Soul Clan in the future, with my current status, no one can stop me from traveling with you.”

Xiao Yan's eyes were clear and pure, devoid of any desire, calm as if stating a fact: "I can protect you now."

The gentle words seemed to carry endless memories, instantly touching Hun Ruoruo's heart, which was filled with sorrow.

"you"

The girl's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and for a moment she was unable to utter a single word.

Wutan City, the Monster Mountain Range, Yunlan Sect, Canaan Academy—countless places of all shapes and sizes flashed through Hun Ruoruo's mind like a fleeting glimpse.

She searched every corner of her memory, only to find that in the deepest images, there was always the figure of that clumsy boy.

He kept walking, just to catch up with the gifted version of himself he once was.

Xiao Yan smiled faintly, without any joy of overcoming hardship, only speaking in a low voice as if telling a story.

"From now on, no matter where we are, nothing can separate us."

With a "thud," the Heavenly Venerable Token that had been hidden behind Hun Ruoruo's back suddenly fell to the ground. The girl was pulled into his arms in a daze, and then carefully carried to the bed to sleep together.

"Goodnight," he said softly.

As she watched the boy's tired eyelids gradually close, Hun Ruoruo's tense body inexplicably relaxed, and the misty light in her eyes resembled a starry sea at dusk.

"Goodnight," she whispered in response.

The room was unusually quiet. Gradually, the sounds of the patrolmen moving through the air outside faded away, and the birdsong and cicada chirping quietly subsided, leaving only the two people's breathing and heartbeats.

Neither of them could sleep.

But after saying goodnight, the vastness of the world, the random thoughts and daydreams, will all be unique and beautiful memories belonging to the young boys and girls.

(End of this chapter)