Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 933 I'm still a virgin, how could I bear to die!
The demoness ultimately did not collect the Sea Heart Flame.

Having devoured the soul of a Dou Zun and destroyed almost all the Black List experts in the Black Corner Region, such a huge drain on her resources forced her to retreat to Xiao Yan, who had the assistance of Yao Lao.

Although there was no battle, the two still missed each other once again.

Xiao Yan refined two different flames, and his cultivation level rose rapidly, while Hun Ruoruo left the Northwest Region and went to the Central State alone.

Soon after, some rumors began to circulate in Zhongzhou.

The mysterious disappearance of Elder Mu Gu, an eighth-grade alchemist, and the sudden death of Venerable Qinghai, one of the branch hall's managers, with his soul completely drained from his body.
The fall of a Dou Zun level expert, especially a Dou Zun expert from the Soul Hall, is undoubtedly a shocking event. As the branch hall master, Old Ghost Zhaixing could not sit idly by. He immediately took action and issued the highest-level kill order of the Soul Hall.

The sound of the xiao flute was poignant and lingering.

The girl leaned against the window, her lips parting and her slender hands moving gracefully. Her voice, like a sob, startled flocks of birds into circling flight.

"Dong dong!"

A knock came at the door, and the girl's dreamy look faded. She put down her jade flute and revealed an enigmatic smile.

"Come in," she chuckled, as if the person who had been playing the tune earlier was someone else.

The next moment, as the wooden door was pushed open, a stiff man dressed in black robes slipped in and knelt respectfully on the ground: "Miss, the message from the Soul Palace has been delivered."

His voice was low, and he kept his head bowed deeply, as if suppressing some unknown hatred, not daring to reveal it in the slightest.

"Is it the kill order from Zhaixing?" Hun Ruoruo narrowed her eyes, making it impossible to tell whether she felt hatred or joy.

“Yes, after the death of Venerable Qinghai, the Earthly Fiend Branch Hall in the Northern Region was completely weakened, and the Heavenly Venerable behind it could no longer remain in power,” the black-robed man said in a deep voice.

Hun Ruoruo had clearly anticipated this, and nodded casually before asking in a seemingly nonchalant manner, "Has there been any movement in the Southern Region of Zhongzhou these past few days?"

The man in black robes was clearly stumped by the question. After thinking for a while, he said hesitantly, "The Southern Region is far from my Northern Region, and we don't usually have much interaction. But if we're talking about the biggest event, it must be the matter of Xiao Yan, the disciple of the Medicine Venerable, winning the Pill Gathering."

"After all, according to the original plan of the Soul Palace, Elder Mu Gu should have gone to attend the Pill Gathering."

The original plan was naturally subject to unforeseen changes, and with Elder Mu Gu's true form already fallen, his desire to participate in the Pill Gathering was clearly absurd.

"With plans being disrupted so frequently, some people in the Soul Palace are probably starting to get restless."

Hun Ruoruo smiled slightly, turned around, and casually tucked the jade flute into her bosom. "Now that this matter is settled, you may leave."

The man in black robes did not speak, but remained kneeling on the ground.

"Miss, please grant me, your subordinate Qinghai, your command," he said through gritted teeth.

“Even if I hand over the Qinghai Venerable Order to you, given the Soul Palace’s cautious nature, it’s impossible for them to abandon their support for the branch palace and rush to besiege you. I’ve never liked doing things that are meaningless,” Hun Ruoruo said calmly.

"Even if it means throwing myself into the fire, I will not hesitate to die!"

The man in black robes raised his head, finally revealing his eyes, which had long been consumed by hatred, now filled with a ferocious and utterly resentful rage.

Hun Ruoruo didn't say much, remained silent for a moment, and then tossed a token to him.

The man in black robes bowed his head and kowtowed, then broke open his dantian, leaving behind a blood-stained ring and a soul jade pendant before rising and leaving.

As the man in black robes departed, the poignant sound of a jade flute once more echoed through the shade of the trees.

Three days later, the jade pendant shattered, and the young girl leisurely set off.

The rain poured down like pillars, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

A white light streaked across the sky, stirring up countless black crows that circled and emitted shrill, unpleasant cawing.

The towering Soul Palace fortress stands atop the mountain, where the mournful cries of wronged souls can be heard from time to time. A large number of guardian soul envoys emerge, vying to help the Venerable Elder who is trying to reclaim the Qinghai Venerable Order.

Under the oil-paper umbrella, a young girl in white, seemingly oblivious to the mud, strolled through the woods.

She was like a phantom of the night; with a wave of her jade flute, living beings were devoured, and the originally tranquil and peaceful fluctuations above began to turn crimson.

Gradually, the girl's clothes became stained with blood.

The long period of killing had long since extinguished any emotions in her heart. Regardless of whether the other party begged for mercy or not, and regardless of whether they belonged to the Soul Hall, all living beings were swallowed into her body.

until--

"Qiang!"

The sound of metal clashing startled Hun Ruoruo awake instantly.

Then, she saw a resolute face she had never expected to see. The paper umbrella twirled slightly, shattering the falling rain. Hun Ruoruo's dark pupils contracted sharply, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "Xiao Yan?"

"A witch?!"

Before the words were finished, the person on the other side of the rain seemed to have noticed as well, and also spoke up in surprise.

"How will you be here?"

"How will you be here?"

The two asked the question at the same time.

Then came a long silence.

"When we returned to Yunlan Sect, my teacher was captured by the Soul Palace using a secret technique," Xiao Yan said succinctly, his eyes filled with undisguised hatred.

He was covered in wounds, but he did not relax at all in front of the demoness; on the contrary, he was extremely vigilant.

Hun Ruoruo seemed oblivious to his wariness and said with a smile, "You leave your beloved wife at home and instead come to this hellish place where you can easily lose your life. Your filial piety is truly admirable."

"A beautiful wife? What beautiful wife?" Xiao Yan was clearly surprised.

Whether by some divine intervention or not, Xiao Yan, who had refined the Sea Heart Flame first, was clearly less awkward when facing the Fallen Heart Flame, which was ranked similarly. He successfully neutralized the fire poison accumulated in his body by relying on the water element power contained within it.

The catastrophe did not materialize.

At the same time, Medusa did not pursue Xiao Yan, but instead chose to become his ally. At Xiao Yan's invitation, they fought their way back to the Jia Ma Empire.

He defeated Yunyun, mocked Yunshan, braved the clouds and mist, and fought against the demonic shadows.
The young man from Wutan City rose to prominence almost like a shooting star, sweeping away the gloom of years spent wandering far from home.

However, just as his urgency to save his father reached its peak, the demonic figure lurking behind Yunlan activated the secret technique of the Soul Palace and once again snatched away Yao Lao's soul in the same manner.

With two of his closest relatives killed in succession, Xiao Yan's hatred for the Soul Palace had reached an unparalleled level.

Therefore, if Hun Ruoruo hadn't reminded him at this moment, he would have almost forgotten that the beautiful and charming enchantress in front of him had once claimed him as her husband!

"Uh, you're not married?" Hun Ruoruo blinked, a rare glint of light flashing in her eyes.

It seems like things aren't going quite the way she expected.

"If you don't keep your promise, how can I marry you?" Xiao Yan teased, a rare occurrence for him.

This was the first time he had ever discovered that this demoness, who killed as easily as drinking water, could also have such a silly and naive side.

"you"

Hun Ruoruo's pretty face changed, a rare hint of shame and anger flashing across her face. "At a time like this, you still say such things? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Of course I'm scared, I'm scared."

Xiao Yan licked his lips and gritted his teeth, saying, "But I can't bear to die before I lose my virginity."

As soon as he finished speaking, taking advantage of Hun Ruoruo's momentary lapse in concentration, he charged forward again and engaged in battle with the elder who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

".snort!"

Hun Ruoruo's expression changed repeatedly, but in the end she still didn't kill the shameless lecher who had exposed his back to her. She said coldly, "If you still have some value, I'll spare your life."

Soon after, the Old Ghost of Star Picking descended with the Black and White Celestial Venerables, only to be captured and devoured by the prepared Soul Ruoruo.

Although they were victorious, the combined efforts of the three Heavenly Venerables still severely injured Hun Ruoruo, and Xiao Yan, whose cultivation was still shallow, was almost on the verge of death.

Fortunately, the old man was eventually saved.

However, just as Xiao Yan carried Yao Lao out of the prison, the girl did not respond again, as if she was avoiding something, and the oil-paper umbrella she held up covered her face.

"What, you came here to save someone?" Xiao Yan asked.

Since the other party helped him, he was willing to offer assistance regardless of the reason.

Hun Ruoruo didn't speak, but simply walked further and further away.

As her graceful figure disappeared into the rain, the girl's soft voice followed.

"There is no one to save them, only death."

(End of this chapter)