Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 839 When I Become a Saint!
Since absorbing the strange fire takes a considerable amount of time, Xiao Yan and his companion did not choose to refine it on the spot, but instead temporarily stored it in the Void Spirit Devouring Flame.

With the blessing of the Three Thousand Burning Flames, it was naturally not difficult for the Void Spirit Devouring Flame to suppress the Nine Nether Wind Flame, which ranked tenth, and it quickly weakened its flame to the extreme.

It is worth mentioning that when suppressing the source of the fire seed, the remaining trace of holy energy was swallowed whole by the greedy Void Spirit Devouring Flame, almost bursting Xiao Yan's meridians.

Fortunately, with the blessing of Hun Ruoruo's pure water physique, this residual holy might was finally managed to be stored in Xiao Yan's body, causing his cultivation to undergo a tremendous change.

"This fluctuation has actually reached the level of a nine-star Dou Zun?!"

Sensing the terrifying fighting spirit within his body that he could barely contain, Xiao Yan couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

"What are you thinking about?"

Hun Ruoruo rolled her eyes and casually tossed two hearts in her hand: "The source of that holy energy is just a trace of a soul imprint, which I weakened countless times with my clan mark. It will dissipate on its own soon."

"This"

Xiao Yan paused, then said with a hint of certainty, "So, this power is a one-time use?"

"You could think so."

Hun Ruoruo glanced at him with amusement and said slowly, "However, if you don't use up this power in time, there's a risk of it bursting, isn't there?"

"Squeezed, bursting?!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's heart trembled, as if some unpleasant memory had been brought back to mind.

The aftereffects of Yunlan Sect's compression of battle qi still haunt him. He was bedridden for more than half a year before his condition gradually improved. If his meridians were to burst again, wouldn't he be basically cut off from the Heavenly Tomb?

He examined his body internally and discovered that, for some reason, a faint trace of pure white had appeared on his originally crimson-gold battle aura. Upon closer listening, he could hear the sounds of sacred chants.

"Is this the holy energy?"

Xiao Yan was momentarily lost in thought.

As the strongest realm currently existing in the Dou Qi Continent, the gap between Dou Sheng and Dou Zun is so great that it can lead to despair.

Although he has now had the experience of fighting against a Tongxuan Saint, it was ultimately just a wisp of pressure. Moreover, the opponent was not a true Dou Sheng.

"What, are you scared?"

Hun Ruoruo noticed his unusual expression and said with a smile, "According to that person, the owner of this strange fire is Yao Wanhuo, an elder of the Yao Clan. If you really want to count, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he is the second-in-command of the Yao Clan. His saintly aura is indeed incomparable to yours and mine now."

Hearing the girl's words of comfort, which were not what she truly meant, Xiao Yan was taken aback for a moment, then the daze in his eyes gradually softened, and he gently shook his head.

"I was just wondering what it would be like when I become a saint?"

Xiao Yan repeated in a low voice, "What will it be like when you and I become saints?"

"When you and I become saints?"

Looking into the young man's hopeful eyes, Hun Ruoruo was momentarily speechless.

To become a saint.

Once upon a time, this was almost a distant and unattainable dream for them.

Now, without realizing it, countless trials and years have passed quietly, and even the sacred realm that stands at the pinnacle of all beings is no longer as unattainable as before.

Since arriving in Zhongzhou, we've been separated and reunited many times, rarely seeing each other. We're always busy running around, forgetting to see the path each other has walked.

They haven't thought about the future in a long time.

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A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. Hun Ruoruo pursed her lips and whispered, "I don't have any thoughts. What about you?"

Xiao Yan smiled faintly and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he softly recited, "When I become a saint, the Xiao clan will be established and the Xiao family will prosper."

As soon as she finished speaking, it was as if she had made a solemn vow, which made Hun Ruoruo's lips purse slightly.

"When I become a saint, my relatives and friends will have no worries, and my teachers will have no concerns."

Upon hearing the words "relatives and friends," Hun Ruoruo's eyes became even more dazed, and she seemed to drift off into a daze.

"When I become a saint"

Hearing Xiao Yan hesitate, Hun Ruoruo gradually snapped out of her daze and subconsciously tugged at his hand, asking, "Why did you stop talking?" Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan suddenly chuckled, leaned closer to her, and whispered, "When I become a saint, with Ruoruo's talent, she should become a saint even sooner."

He paused for a moment, then gently bit the girl's delicate earlobe and said, "By then, according to my father-in-law's wishes, the Xiao Hun Alliance will likely be officially established."

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo's delicate body instantly stiffened, her earlobes and neck turning bright red, and the two hearts she was holding in her hands fell to the ground with a 'thud'.

"Who, who wants to form some Xiao Hun Alliance with you?!"

In the vast Heavenly Tomb, where countless life-and-death battles had taken place, only the girl's shameful, angry, and resentful outbursts echoed continuously.

(The four members of the Demon Rain were shocked: "Wh-what? The Xiao Soul Alliance is about to disband after it has just been established?!")
Three days later.

"No, still no news."

Looking at the disc in his hand, Gu Qingyang frowned and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "The two from the Medicine Clan, Yao Xingji and Yao Qiji, should have joined our clan, but they haven't appeared yet. It seems that they may have been influenced by the Spirit Clan and have begun to doubt our clan."

"Heh, it's less about doubting the ancient race and more about being wary of the Soul Race."

From within the mist, Xun'er's figure slowly appeared, casually tossing what she was holding onto the ground.

"Dangdang!"

As the crisp sound rang out, Gu Qingyang looked closely and his pupils suddenly contracted.

What was rolling on the ground were, in fact, grotesque human heads!
Gu Qingyang looked up abruptly and saw that the black-haired girl's delicate face was stained with blood, with drops constantly sliding down her cheeks. He immediately exclaimed, "Xun'er, you..."

"Don't worry, this blood didn't come from me," Xun'er said indifferently.

"Uh"

Gu Qingyang's throat bobbed, and for a moment he was at a loss for words. Then he sighed helplessly, "Actually, that's not what I was talking about."

The girl before him had undergone a complete transformation from the one he used to know; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was a completely different person.

If Gu Qingyang hadn't known about the changes she had experienced, he probably would have just assumed, as the elders believed, that she had been bewitched by the Soul Clan's young master and was becoming increasingly closer to the Soul Clan.
"They were just energy beings; killing them was no big deal. They weren't even real people to begin with."

Xun'er casually said, "Besides, even if it is a real person, it is not necessarily impossible to kill them."

Gu Qingyang smiled bitterly: "Xun'er, why are you doing this to yourself?"

“Gu Qingyang, I respect you as my elder brother, but that doesn’t mean you can interfere in my affairs.”

Xun'er's gaze gradually turned cold: "To achieve what you desire, you are destined to sacrifice something, aren't you?"

What are you thinking?

Gu Qingyang's eyes widened in disbelief as he asked, "You mean—"

Xun'er said calmly, "I want to become a saint."

Upon hearing this, the smoke and clouds within a radius of a hundred miles dissipated.

Behind the girl, a massive mountain of corpses piled up from countless undead appeared in Gu Qingyang's sight!

"This"

Under Gu Qingyang's horrified and disoriented gaze, Xun'er slowly turned around and came to the riverbank.

"When I become a saint, I will make the truth come to light and clear my mother's name."

She slowly squatted down, washed the blood from her palms, revealing her smooth, fair hands.

"When I become a saint, I will slay countless saints and dispel the gloom of a thousand years."

The clear river water was gradually stained with blood, reflecting the girl's face in the crimson.

Gu Qingyang was speechless, unable to utter a word. He simply watched as the once delicate and obedient girl, who had been like a puppet, gradually bent her straight back.

"When I become a saint"

She took a deep breath, and finally scooped up the last handful of water to wash away the bloodstains on her cheeks. Her beautiful face was radiant, yet it also carried a hint of the proud and resolute spirit that Gu Yuan had possessed in the past.

"Father, perhaps it's time for you to rest."

(End of this chapter)