Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 850 Insulting Father to Daughter? Count Me In! (Second Update, 3k words!)
"What did you say?"

Upon hearing Xiao Yan's words, even Xiao Xuan, with his usually calm and collected heart, couldn't help but tremble, his eyes widening in shock.

Xiao Xuan never dreamed that he, who had ruled the Xiao clan for countless years and whose words were obeyed even by the elders, would be taught a lesson by a junior from a thousand years later!
It was even done in the name of the Xiao clan's leader!
At this moment, no matter how calm and rational he was, his expression couldn't help but become incredibly interesting.

“If our ancestors did not hear us clearly, we may repeat it again.”

Xiao Yan said calmly and coldly, "My identity as the young master was bestowed upon me by my father. I am respected by all in the Xiao family. The reason I respect you is because you have preserved the Xiao clan's lineage day after day, and because you have won the reputation for the Xiao clan a thousand years ago!"

"But respect does not mean fear!"

"The Xiao Clan of today belongs to me, Xiao Yan, who will make the decisions for myself!!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the once majestic palace began to shake violently under the strain, and even the pool that carried the last bloodline of the Xiao clan was rippled with waves.

"Hahahahahaha!!"

Xiao Xuan was stunned for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter, sweeping away his previous desolation and dejection, and stared intently at the spirited young man in front of him.

"After all these years, who would have thought that the second time I've been threatened would come from the mouth of one of my own juniors! Interesting, truly interesting!"

"Senior has given you too much praise."

Xiao Yan bowed, but was not intimidated by the other party's aura in the slightest. He said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "A thousand years have passed. Our clansmen cannot live on your remaining power, can they?"

"it is good!"

Xiao Xuan shouted and suddenly raised his hand.

The next moment, the once vast and turbulent blood pool instantly turned clear, and the layers of seals transformed into blue lotuses, suppressing and sealing the power of the bloodline once again.

As the blood pool calmed down, a smile finally appeared on Xiao Xuan's originally aged face.

"Good lad, unlike that girl, you really do have a good father!"

Xiao Xuan's face trembled with wrinkles, but he didn't care at all. He laughed and patted Xiao Yan's shoulder, "Remember to tell your old man for me that I am very satisfied with the son he gave birth to!"

“I will certainly pass on these words of my ancestor to my father.”

Sensing the terrifying force coming from his shoulder, Xiao Yan had no choice but to respond with a wry smile.

Xiao Xuan's smile widened: "And you, girl, tell your scoundrel father for me that I lost, but my descendants will probably be much more successful than him!"

"I will follow your advice without question."

Hun Ruoruo smiled and bent down, giving a graceful bow.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuan laughed three times, the wrinkles on his face seemed to smooth out a lot, and he clapped even harder, his expression full of appreciation and satisfaction for Xiao Yan.

"Boom!"

A terrifying force surged forth, and even with Xiao Yan's physical body, he couldn't help but feel a tingling numbness, grimacing in pain.

Recalling the other party's previous actions of toying with the Soul Jade, Xiao Yan's forehead creased with exasperation, and his lips twitched.

Damn it, is this old guy deliberately settling a personal score?!

(Ruoruo, watching the show: "Hehe.")
As the three entered the palace, the originally bright surroundings suddenly became somewhat dark.

"Is this the ancestral palace?"

Looking at the dark and gloomy scene before him, Xiao Yan said somewhat uncertainly.

Unlike the ancient and magnificent palaces outside, the house in front of me looks nothing like a bedroom; it's clearly a dark, gloomy little room!
Given their ancestral status, would they really live in such a strange place?

Xiao Yan's eyes darted around, and for some reason, he felt that the scene before him was somewhat familiar.

The next moment, Xiao Yan silently activated his soul power.

"Om-"

As the soul energy was infused, the originally pitch-black environment was suddenly illuminated.

"Ok?"

Xiao Yan was startled, stared intently, and then his expression changed drastically.

Those purplish-black walls, crimson carpets, and the high-hanging throne—what else could it be but the Hall of Souls?

No, to be precise, it should be the Soul Hall's true form within the Soul Clan, the Soul Judgment Hall!
"Ancestor, what, what is this?!" Xiao Yan's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"Ok?"

Xiao Xuan stood with his hands behind his back at the front. Upon hearing this, he turned his head and said with a smile, "That is a replica made by me in imitation of the Soul Clan's Soul-Cutting Hall. Six thousand years is too boring if I just sit there with a single mind."

At this point, Xiao Xuan couldn't help but shake his head with some regret, clicking his tongue in dismay: "It's a pity that the Soul-Cutting Hall, as a supreme treasure of the Soul Clan, is really difficult to imitate with the resources in this Heavenly Tomb. At best, it's just a small object with form but no spirit." After saying this, he put his hands behind his back and continued walking forward.

Soon after, they passed through another secret room and found a piece of paper with the two characters 'Gu Yuan' written in crooked handwriting. It was crumpled up and placed under the corner of the table.

A moment later, they passed another wall with portraits of the Soul Emperor, each marked with a red cross, faintly carrying the bloody aura of the Soul Clan's saints.

Later on...
Looking at the playful girl following Xiao Xuan excitedly, Xiao Yan finally couldn't hold back any longer and said tremblingly, "Grand... Ancestor, shall we go back?"

To be honest, after so many years on the Dou Qi Continent, Xiao Yan thought he was no longer afraid of evil spirits, but the various secret rooms in front of him were the first time he had ever experienced the feeling of a 'haunted house'!

At this moment, he was absolutely certain that his ancestor was not as calm and serious as he appeared!
"Husband, you are the young master of the clan and the clan leader's representative. How can you fail at such a critical moment?"

Hun Ruoruo's charming voice came through, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.

Upon closer inspection, the girl who had remained unmoved by the Xiao clan's bloodline now had a gleam of excitement in her eyes!
Clearly, she was equally interested in Xiao Xuan's collection.
"Hehe, that kid is too composed. In comparison, I definitely get along better with you, girl."

Xiao Xuan chuckled and turned to ask, "Girl, do you have any wine?"

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo was taken aback at first, then took out the Green Ant New Wine from her storage ring, pinched her little nose, and poured a cup for the other person.

“Since your passing, Father has rarely drunk with others.”

"Tsk tsk. That thief, in the end, is still so unable to hold his liquor."

Xiao Xuan smiled and drank it all in one gulp.

After finishing his drink, the old man's hands moved without slowing down. He picked up his brush and drew a big X on the portrait of the Confucian scholar at the end of the wall, and then casually wrote the two characters "Gu Yuan" on the paper.

"You seem to know a lot about your father's affairs, senior?"

Hun Ruoruo blinked, as if she had seen through the other party's intention.

"More than clear"

Xiao Xuan laughed, looking at the girl who was quite resistant to alcohol, his eyes full of mockery and amusement, "To tell you the truth, that dashing scholar who always carried a gourd of wine was actually a guy whose face would turn red after drinking any wine."

Hun Ruoruo's eyes lit up: "Senior, is what you say true?"

"With my status, would I stoop to lie to a little girl like you?" Xiao Xuan puffed out his chest and stroked his non-existent beard.

As he spoke, Xiao Xuan casually crumpled up the paper in his hand and placed it under the corner of the table.

Xiao Yan: "."

I have a feeling that both my ancestors and my father-in-law seem to have some issues with Chief Gu Yuan.
After a while.

Whenever Hun Ruoruo's embarrassing moments were mentioned, she seemed to become a different person. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, and she started chattering away as if she had opened a floodgate.

Xiao Xuan, who already harbored some resentment towards the Soul Emperor, was like someone who had released six thousand years of pent-up anger, and began to ramble on about the other party's trivial matters.

It's no exaggeration to say that the ancestor in front of us is completely different from before!
"Good, very good! Girl, no wonder you took a liking to that rascal, he really is a rare talent!"

As Xiao Xuan got into the conversation, he took down a portrait with a red cross drawn on it from the wall and handed it to the other person: "Since you and I get along so well, this is yours. If that brat dares to treat you unfairly in the future, he will have to face this!"

"Thank you, senior!"

"Hey, there's no need to call me senior. From now on, you can just call me Ancestor, just like Xiao Yan."

Why has my seniority been lowered?
Hearing the conversation between the two, Xiao Yan's eyelids twitched wildly, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

He suppressed his shock, looked around, and finally quickly pulled the purple envelope from his pocket, saying guiltily, "No, if we keep listening like this, even if the ancestor agrees, my father-in-law will..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred!

Xiao Yan's eyes widened, and in a daze, he discovered that the parchment, which originally contained a deep purple light, now seemed to come alive, quietly emitting a mysterious and dark fluctuation.

In an instant, the house was completely shrouded in black mist.

In an instant, Xiao Xuan and Hun Ruoruo turned around sharply.

"This fluctuation... the annihilation of youth?" Hun Ruoruo exclaimed, "How is this possible?"

She clearly sensed that the fluctuations emanating from the black mist before her were exactly the same as those created by her mother, Yin Gu, in the past!
In fact, from the perspective of using combat techniques alone, this black mist in front of us is even more skilled than An Suying, the Valley Master of Yin Valley!
Xiao Xuan, who was already slightly drunk, changed his expression drastically, staring intently at the black mist in front of him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How could it be you?!"

The nonchalant look on Xiao Xuan's face vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented coldness and even murderous intent.

As if sensing the hostility of the crowd, the person in the black mist suddenly chuckled, finally breaking the silence in the air.

"My friend, speaking ill of others behind their backs is never a polite thing to do."
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P.S.: Who's so eager to join in the fun? It's hard to guess.

(End of this chapter)