Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 903 Young Master and Xiao Yan Become Siblings?!
Mo Yu slunk away.

Even someone as loyal as him was terrified when he heard Hun Ruoruo's request, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should do it or not.

Should we have the clan chief come and find us in person?
If anyone other than Hun Ruoruo herself had said these words, they would have definitely lost their head!

"Alas, ever since she began cultivating that Emperor Soul Technique, Miss's personality has become increasingly eccentric, to the point that even this old servant finds it difficult to fathom her."

Mo Yu sighed deeply, muttering to himself with some worry, "If it's true, as the rumors in the Soul Realm say, that those who cultivate the Emperor Soul Technique will transform their bodies into the heavens, then Young Master Xiao Yan will be left to live a life of widowhood!"

However, just as he was muttering to himself, a faint, ethereal voice suddenly came to his ear.

"Heh, it's not very polite to gossip about your own master."

A voice, laced with provocation, rang out, instantly startling Mo Yu. He jolted awake, turned around, and cursed, "Spreading heresy! This Heavenly Venerable only cares for the Young Master and the Prince Consort. How dare you, a mere wretch, slander them here?!"

"Come out here, you celestial being!"

He turned around, rolled up his sleeves, and looked furious. He was about to drag out the eavesdropper when his movements suddenly froze on the spot.

"This this."

Looking at the handsome young man who was several heads shorter than her and had a feminine appearance, Mo Yu felt her soul leave her body, and even her voice became intermittent: "Lord Xu Wu?!"

The petite young man before me is none other than the legendary Void Devouring Flame, who sits in the second-highest position in the Soul Clan!
The boy closed his eyes and smiled, "It's been a long time. Mo Yuqing is still as energetic as ever."

Hearing the praise, Mo Yu's smile was more like a grimace, and she trembled, unable to utter a word.

Seeing this, the young man was not annoyed. Instead, he asked with great interest, "Speaking of which, does Xiao Yan really have such charm?"

".?"

"Even a servant like you speaks so highly of him. I must say, the bloodline of the Xiao clan is indeed something I covet."

A slight blush rose on the young man's face, filled with anticipation: "If my brother, the Emperor, had adopted my suggestion and transformed into a woman, perhaps he could have achieved a beautiful love story with Xiao Xuan, just like the current young master and Xiao Yan."

Demon Rain: "???!"

Upon hearing the terrifying words of the Void Devouring Flame, which could be described as world-shattering, Mo Yu's face turned sorrowful, his pupils trembled violently, and he wished he could pierce through his eardrums right there.

What a joke! Do you think he'd listen to that?

However, the Void Devouring Flame seemed completely oblivious to his expression, and began to discuss earnestly: "No, that's not right. If that were the case, Young Master and Xiao Yan might become siblings. Breaking up one good match for the sake of another is not a good thing."

He paused, looked up at Mo Yu, and pondered, "Mo Yuqing, what do you think?"

So the topic was brought up again.

"Big, my lord."

Mo Yu was practically kneeling before him, looking at the boy with pleading eyes.

Now that things had come to this, he finally realized that this seemingly approachable big shot was actually a vengeful person!
Seeing Mo Yu's terrified and paralyzed appearance, Void Devouring Flame couldn't help but shake his head and said somewhat boredly, "Boring. Over the years, the only ones willing to have a long chat with me are Su Ying and that little girl."

“Even my Emperor brother almost extinguished my primordial fire when he first learned of my proposal. If it weren’t for that, Gu Yuan’s palm strike back then wouldn’t have been enough to make me recuperate for a thousand years.”

Hearing those earth-shattering secrets spill from the boy's mouth, Mo Yu's heart pounded, and he couldn't help but ask, "You seem to know a lot about the clan leader?"

However, he regretted it the moment he finished speaking.

This is undoubtedly an extremely foolish question.

Unexpectedly, the Void Devouring Flame did not provoke him further, but instead said softly, "Do you understand?"

"That guy who claims to be ruthless actually has his own bottom line."

A soft and drawn-out sound rang out, and before Mo Yu could ponder its meaning, the tightly closed doors of the Soul Palace were suddenly pushed open with a "bang."

"Young Master?!" Upon seeing the newcomer, Mo Yu's expression became incredibly complex. He immediately knelt down on the ground as if he had found his pillar of support.

"Your subordinate, Mo Yu, greets Young Master!"

Hun Ruoruo ignored him and calmly looked at the young man in front of her, saying indifferently, "Are you saying these things to test him, or are you trying to tell me something on purpose?"

"Who knows?"

The Void Devouring Flame's tightly closed eyes peeked out from under a smile as it said, "It's rare for the sky in the Soul Realm to clear up like this. Wouldn't it be a waste to not come out for a stroll?"

Upon hearing this, Hun Ruoruo frowned, as if realizing something, and suddenly said, "He left?"

Void Devouring Flame shrugged, neither confirming nor denying: "As the clan leader, he can't always be a hands-off manager."

"So, that's why he sent you to invite me?"

"There's nothing I can do. A young lady from a wealthy family is throwing a tantrum and insists on being picked up by her father in person before she'll go to the theater. As her subordinate, I have no choice but to do this menial task as a side job."

The Void Devouring Flame innocently spread out its hands.

Seeing this, Hun Ruoruo's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and her pretty face darkened.

The fact that the Soul Emperor personally went to such lengths to send Void Devouring Flame to invite someone suggests that the other party's so-called "watching the show" was definitely not as simple as it appeared.
And it seems that there is only one thing left in the entire Dou Qi Continent that would make the Soul Clan go to such great lengths.

Thinking of this, a dark glint flashed in Hun Ruoruo's eyes. She let out a soft breath, and her voice returned to calm.

"lead the way."

"Hehe, young master is wise."

The void, the realm beyond the heavens.

The scholar, dressed in white robes as pure as snow, sat quietly at his seat.

Beside him, the black-haired, black-eyed boy looked utterly bored, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed with delight, "They're here!"

The next moment, Hun Ruoruo and 'Void Devouring Flame' appeared in the Outer Heaven.

Hun Ruoruo cupped her hands and said, "Greetings, Father. Greetings, Senior Xuwu."

As she spoke, Hun Ruoruo couldn't help but glance at the boy who looked exactly like the person next to her, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

It is obvious that the young man who is currently in the same room as the Soul Emperor is the true form of the Void Devouring Flame!

Even she, who possessed the inheritance of the Soul Emperor, failed to see the flaw, demonstrating the immense power of an Emperor-level soul!
"Hehe, since the young master has already brought it, I won't bother you any longer."

'Void Devouring Flame' smiled slightly and was about to retreat.

However, at this moment, the white-robed scholar who had remained silent suddenly put down his teacup and smiled gently, "Those words you spoke earlier, were they your meaning, or 'it's' meaning?"

Upon hearing this, both of the young men, including Void Devouring Flame, paled.

The next moment, Hun Ruoruo felt a blur before her eyes, and the Void Devouring Flame clone that had been standing beside her and chatting and laughing not long ago had somehow turned into a burning flame!

From beginning to end, they didn't even put up a moment's resistance!
The atmosphere on the field suddenly plummeted to freezing point. The previously smiling Void Flame suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and even his usually tightly closed eyes snapped open at that moment.

The scholar raised his hand, drawing the flame into his palm. With a gentle smile, he then casually presented it to the young man.

"It won't happen again."

(End of this chapter)