Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 901 Xun'er's Gift (3k2)

"Shennong the Elder"

Unlike the astonishment of the others, Hun Ruoruo frowned almost imperceptibly when she heard the old man introduce himself.

The title of the number one rogue cultivator on the mainland is indeed well-known. Even the powerful ancient eight clans would have to be extremely polite when facing Shennong.

However, in her mind, the other person shouldn't be here at all at this moment.
"This old gentleman is the biggest seller in this auction."

Compared to the others, Ya Fei, who had only recently entered Zhongzhou, was clearly unaware of the significance of the other party's identity. She could only cautiously explain, "The reason why this auction was so popular is inseparable from his generous sharing."

"Hehe, little girl, my relationship with your auction is merely a mutually beneficial one, so there's no need for you to say anything nice about me."

The old man Shennong noticed her embarrassment and smiled gently, "If we're really talking about reward, haven't I already received mine?"

"remuneration.?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan finally realized what was happening and looked surprised: "You mean to say that the owner of that fragment of the Demon Flame Map is yourself?"

Shennong did not deny it, and nodded with a smile: "I was fortunate enough to obtain it when I traveled across the mainland in the past."

".!"

Upon receiving another affirmative answer, Xiao Yan was greatly surprised. The mystery that had puzzled him for so long was finally solved.

The power of the Pure Lotus Demon Flame is enough to drive anyone mad. Even if it is just a fragment of a scroll, a normal cultivator would almost never be willing to auction it off.

However, Shennong, the old man, had no such concerns at all.

As the strongest rogue cultivator on the continent, and even the number one alchemist in the Central Plains, his natal fire is none other than the fifth-ranked flame on the Strange Fire Ranking—the Flame of Life!
For an alchemist, the Flame of Life, which contains the laws of life, is arguably the strongest strange flame!
In this way, there is naturally no need to place our hopes on that illusory fragment of the demonic fire map.

"Strange fires are the spirit of heaven and earth. Although the Pure Lotus Demon Fire is good, I already have the Flame of Life within me, so I naturally cannot be greedy for more."

As Shennong the Elder spoke, his gaze fell meaningfully on Xiao Yan, and he slowly said, "I'm just throwing out a brick to attract jade by handing this incomplete map to the right person."

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo immediately narrowed her eyes.

Clearly, the other party had already seen through Xiao Yan's Burning Technique.

Hun Ruoruo, supporting her back, finally spoke: "So, the news about the Bodhi Ancient Tree must have been spread by you, Senior?"

"Heaven nourishes all things, and I, an old man, should naturally follow its example." Shennong smiled slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"As expected, a great figure like you is still thinking about benefiting the people of the mainland. You truly deserve to be recognized as a saint."

At this point, she changed the subject, saying indifferently, "However, what does your presence today have to do with us?"

Hun Ruoruo has never been particularly fond of such righteous and awe-inspiring characters, let alone someone who suddenly and inexplicably came to her door.

Humans are selfish, and Hun Ruoruo, as a villain, is even more so.

If it weren't for the old man Shennong, she would have preferred to spend a fortune to buy out the news of the Bodhi Tree rather than allow the other party to spread the news throughout the entire continent.

From this perspective, the old man Shennong, who selflessly shared the information, is more like her enemy.

Hearing the other party's slightly perfunctory tone, Shennong was not annoyed. Instead, he cupped his hands in the direction of Ya Fei and the others and said with a smile, "Little girl, may I trouble you to let this old man have a private chat with the two of them?"

Upon hearing this, Ya Fei and the others were all taken aback. After seeing the gaze that Hun Ruoruo cast at them, they nodded without saying anything more and quickly left.

Although most of them were friends with Hun Ruoruo and Xiao Yan, as members of the Witch's Guild, they were clearly aware of what they should and shouldn't listen to.

After everyone left, Hun Ruoruo withdrew her gaze and said calmly, "To be able to recognize our identities, it must have been the Medicine Clan who told you, right?"

"Heh heh, Your Highness, you truly have discerning eyes."

Shennong, the old man, smiled frankly. His close relationship with the Medicine Clan was no secret, so there was no need to hide it.

"What you two did back then in the ancient clan is something even I, an old man, can only admire and admire."

He stroked his beard and sighed, "In my opinion, if anyone could truly subdue the Pure Lotus Demon Flame that appears only once every thousand years, it would probably be you. Even if you claimed to possess all the remaining fragments of the map, I wouldn't be surprised."

Xiao Yan's lips twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but remind him, "Did you come all this way just to flatter me?"

The old man Shennong still smiled and said, "The Medicine Clan is doomed."

Xiao Yan's pupils dilated in shock: "What?!"

He looked up sharply, only to see that the old man Shennong's smile remained unchanged, and he simply repeated a sentence softly.

"The Medicine Clan is doomed."

Seeing this, a hint of interest finally appeared in Hun Ruoruo's deep pupils: "How did you figure that out?"

The old man Shennong gazed into the distance and said softly, "Perhaps it was when the Medicine Clan wanted to form an alliance with the Ancient Clan."

"I don't know when it started, but the Pill Tower has gradually begun to replace its former status. It's not the pills, but the faith. When that huge alchemy factory appeared, the Medicine Clan was destined to collapse."

"What truly led me to this conclusion was the disappearance of the Spirit Race."

After speaking, the old man Shennong looked at the girl, his emerald eyes containing undisguised vicissitudes and wisdom: "As for the Medicine Clan, even if they are not the next one, they will probably be soon."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's heart clenched, and he finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

He's not actually stupid.

On the contrary, from the moment Hun Ruoruo summoned the Spirit Clan cultivators, Xiao Yan, as the person who knew the girl best, had already seen through many clues. That statement about being an enemy of the world did not mean betraying the continent.

Instead, it's about sweeping away the six-in-one!

"Shennong, I must say, you are indeed very clever."

Hun Ruoruo's admiration deepened, and she casually asked, "So, are you here to act as a persuader for the Medicine Clan? Or are you just testing your mettle as the number one rogue cultivator on the continent?"

"I am assisting the corrupt medicine clan only because alchemy is the foundation of benefiting the people. It is not that I want to do it, but that I have no choice but to do it."

Shennong glanced at the void above the Soul Palace, then sighed helplessly: "Moreover, under heaven, I'm afraid there is no one left who can kill you."

"All I can do is to make a wish for the common people."

Hun Ruoruo smiled knowingly: "Go on."

Shennong, the old man, narrowed his eyes slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally said slowly, "Your master must have received the invitation to the pharmacopoeia, right?"

"A pharmacopoeia invitation?"

Xiao Yan was taken aback, and his mind immediately recalled the green-gold parchment that Yao Lao had hidden in his hand when they met earlier. He frowned and said, "You mean, the Yao Clan, who regarded our teacher as a pawn, still chose to invite him to the pharmacopoeia?"

As a descendant of the Medicine Clan, he was regarded as an abandoned child, and even his parents' remains could not be returned to their ancestral home. This was the greatest pain in the Medicine Elder's life.

Now that things have come to this, the Yao Clan, which had clearly abandoned Yao Lao long ago, has unexpectedly sent him an invitation just as he was advancing to the ninth rank.
This is a blatant threat!
Looking at Xiao Yan's equally cold face, Shennong Elder shook his head and said, "I can understand the young master's feelings, so no matter what grudges you and your master have with the Medicine Clan, I will definitely not choose to interfere."

"But the descendants of the Medicine Clan are innocent."

As soon as he finished speaking, this renowned and highly respected Dou Sheng expert, who was famous throughout the entire continent, actually took off his hat brim and bowed his head deeply to Hun Ruoruo and Xiao Yan!
"For the sake of all living beings, I urge you, young master, to accept the bet with this old man!"

After saying this, the old Shennong slowly stretched out his aged hand and took out another piece of green and gold paper.

It was a pharmacopoeia invitation!
"interesting."

Looking at the Shennong elder bowing in place, Hun Ruoruo didn't reach out to take it. Instead, she smiled and asked, "So, what's your price?"

Taking a deep breath, the old man Shennong's emerald eyes instantly flashed with divine light as he gazed intently at the other person.

"Since this bet originated with me, I cannot force others to agree to it. It just so happens that I have traveled the continent all my life and have no children, so I am free from all ties."

"So, the price will be this old man himself."

Shennong did not linger and soon left the trade fair, disappearing into the end of the void.

However, even though the other party had left, the atmosphere in the air was still extremely oppressive and dull, like the sea before a storm, exuding a breathtaking atmosphere.

The storm is brewing, and it's already upon us.

"call"

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yan scratched his head and finally spoke: "Um, Ruoruo, I'll go help Sister Yafei and the others take stock of their losses."

"Ah."

Hun Ruoruo responded softly.

Only after Xiao Yan's figure had quickly disappeared did she finally sigh and shake her head.

The Soul Clan's actions are an inevitable trend, and even as the young master, she has no power to influence or change them.

She didn't want to change anything.

Unlike Xiao Yan, Hun Ruoruo has no sense of righteousness, nor does she possess the integrity of Shennong Laoren in advocating for the world; she is a villain.

All the wicked need is submission or death.

Half-hidden clouds hung in the sky as the setting sun divided the night and dusk in two. Below, an old man with an aura of iciness was pulling along a vibrant young man, teasing and laughing loudly.

"That unreliable guy actually knows better than anyone else."

Watching the young man busily helping to pack things in the distance, Hun Ruoruo quietly smiled and murmured to herself, "If you want to prove yourself, then bet all your skills on stopping me."

"Xiao Yan."

She turned around, about to leave, when she saw a figure shrouded in black mist appear silently beside her.

"...Demon Rain?"

Hun Ruoruo was slightly stunned.

The person before them was none other than the long-lost Demon Rain.

However, compared to his usual flattery and fawning, Mo Yu was much more formal at this moment, and even his expression became solemn.

"Miss, the young master of the ancient clan has sent a congratulatory gift."

"What?"

"One human head."

Upon hearing Mo Yu's words, Hun Ruoruo's pupils shrank instantly, and then she revealed a strange smile, as if in a dream.

An era of great strife has begun.
(End of this chapter)