Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 935 Xiao Yan vs. Hun Ruoruo

At this moment, everyone on the field had a fascinating expression on their face.

Who doesn't know that the legendary young lady of the ancient clan keeps everyone at arm's length, yet she is only fond of that young man from the Xiao family?
To dare to snatch a bride right in front of the ancient clan is not just audacious, it's downright lawless!
Xiao Yan also looked astonished, almost thinking he had misheard.

"You mean you want to marry me?" he asked, almost laughing and crying at the same time.

"Don't you dare?" Hun Ruoruo retorted.

"Is it because I am a demoness of the Soul Clan, the culprit behind the destruction of your Xiao Clan in the past, or was that joke you made back then just a means for you to control me, without you ever really considering the answer?"

"This"

Along the way, Xiao Yan had seen many women with affectionate gazes, but never had anyone been so bold and aggressive, even wanting to marry him, a dignified eight-foot-tall man.

"That's not what I meant," Xiao Yan said helplessly.

"Then what do you mean? You still have feelings for Gu Xun'er?"

Hun Ruoruo persisted, a smile playing on her lips: "Which of these ancient clan elders doesn't secretly hope you stay away from their young lady? If I were to snatch you away, they would be incredibly smug."

The demoness's words were sharp and aggressive, leaving Xiao Yan unsure whether to respond or not. Even the ancient clan members, who were initially furious, were now blushing and dared not utter a word.

With Xiao Yan's arrival, not only will the quota originally occupied by the ancient clan be forced to be returned, but even their own young lady with outstanding bloodline will throw herself into the arms of the Xiao clan. They really do not want Xiao Yan to become the consort of the ancient clan.

Seeing that her goal had been achieved, Hun Ruoruo's eyes flickered slightly, revealing a smile that was hard to decipher.

She thought to herself, 'This ancient clan is truly incompetent. They don't even care when their young master's beloved is snatched away. Even if I wanted to deliberately invite trouble, it would be difficult. It seems the only variable must be Xiao Yan.'

Thinking this through, Hun Ruoruo stopped pressing the matter, tossed down a clean white handkerchief, and said with a grin, "There's no reason to take back what's given away. I've returned the handkerchief, Young Master Xiao. I await your next reply."

Having said that, as a white handkerchief swirled in the air, the ethereal girl in a black dress vanished into the black mist.

"This is."

Xiao Yan subconsciously took the handkerchief, and a lingering fragrance carrying the sweet scent of dew wafted over, seemingly mixed with the lingering warmth of the young girl.

This item was none other than the handkerchief that Xiao Yan had returned to her when they parted ways in Canaan. However, after wiping away the bloodstains, it had now been returned to the demoness.
Wait, bloodstains?
Xiao Yan's expression changed, as if he remembered something. Just as he was about to put the handkerchief away, he found that the handkerchief, which was originally neatly folded, was suddenly unfolded, revealing a splash of bright red on top!
The pure white petals stained with blood resembled plum blossoms blooming fiercely in the snow, eerie and desolate, extremely dazzling and eye-catching.

Xiao Yan withdrew in an instant with lightning speed.

However, it was too late.

The little fairy doctor who had originally come with the Starfall Pavilion blushed instantly, spat lightly, and cast a resentful glance at her.

The still-young Qinglin covered her burning cheeks and kept tugging at the sleeve of the white-robed old man beside her, causing the old man's face to twitch uncontrollably, for he was at a loss for words.

The demoness achieved her goal. The entire venue was plunged into unprecedented chaos and uproar, and the coming-of-age ceremony was completely disrupted.

For a moment, Xiao Yan swallowed hard.

Now, he's probably in a situation where he can't clear his name even if he jumps into the Yellow River.
"Hmph, sending a handkerchief stained with blood, is the Soul Clan all this stingy?" Xun'er said coldly, biting her thumb.

"No matter what your purpose is, on the territory of my ancient clan, you are the challenger."

Xun'er was defeated.

During her journey to the Heavenly Tomb, she fell victim to the witch's scheme, ambushed by her most trusted comrade, and defeated without even using her strength.

Gu Qingyang and the others had mechanical expressions, their fighting spirit firmly binding Xun'er. The once noble and proud girl was now like a defeated peacock, her magnificent feathers tattered, only her raised head concealing her unyielding spirit.

"Pah, shameless scoundrel!" Xun'er said through gritted teeth.

"You don't even dare to engage in direct combat, only resorting to underhanded tricks. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Although it seemed like a despicable act of insulting the other party, Xun'er clearly had something else in mind.

"If you have absolute certainty, why would you care about other people's methods?" Hun Ruoruo asked with a smile.

"A loss is a loss. Ultimately, it's just that you lack confidence."

Xun'er, however, was clearly not swayed by him and said angrily, "Yes, I lost, but I didn't lose to you. I lost because I cared too much about face, and because I valued reputation and chastity too much!"

"If everyone were as unrestrained as your Soul Clan, who in this vast world could be deceived by a witch like you?"

Hun Ruoruo hadn't expected Xun'er to say such a thing, and her brows furrowed involuntarily. She had indeed taken advantage of Xiao Yan's kindness, and she had indeed taken advantage of Xun'er's reserve, so it was understandable that she was being criticized.

but.
"Have you ever considered that if we were both completely honest and fair, you might not necessarily win against me?" Xun'er asked.

"There is no such thing as a fair and square battle between cultivators. Your claim of fairness is nothing more than trying to make me, who is skilled at psychological warfare, cut off my own arms. This is another kind of unfairness," Hun Ruoruo replied casually.

She was already used to so-called moral blackmail; it was just an excuse for losers and she never took it to heart.

Repeatedly emphasizing honesty and integrity only invites ridicule.

What about feelings?

"emotion?"

"You schemed against me, and all you bear is a blood debt, but you schemed against him, and you bear a debt of love."

Xun'er struggled to lift her head from the restraints of her fighting spirit, her delicate body trembling, but her golden eyes were bright: "You are indeed unscrupulous, calling yourself a demoness and daring to identify as a man, claiming that you want to marry Xiao Yan, but have you ever thought that among all the grudges in the world, the debt of love is the hardest to repay?"

Hun Ruoruo frowned, pursed her lips, and opened her mouth to deny it, but found it difficult to say anything.

Reject him?
Since she began cultivating, Hun Ruoruo has schemed against countless people, but only Xiao Yan has ever made her willing to be close to him, or even damage her reputation as a woman.

Whether he admits it or not, he has long been the most special one.

“If you can’t refuse, then just kill him,” Hun Ruoruo said calmly.

"If you could have killed him, why would you have let him grow up to be like this today?" Xun'er laughed even more happily.

"I can't beat you, but you can't beat him either."

Before she could finish speaking, Hun Ruoruo had already vanished from the spot.

The jade flute transformed into water, which was as sharp as a blade, cutting through iron like mud, and arrived with a hum that tore through the air.

Without giving Xun'er another chance to speak, Hun Ruoruo clearly intended to kill her with a single blow.

"clang!"

The aftershocks of the heavy collision resounded.

The once incomparably sharp water-wave blade once again confronted the heavy ruler from afar.

"You, Xiao Yan?" Hun Ruoruo's eyes darkened.

At this moment, those usually bright and beautiful purple eyes revealed a rare hint of murderous intent.

She never imagined that Xiao Yan would not choose to accept Xiao Xuan's inheritance, but instead leave the mansion on his own initiative!
"Sorry I'm a little late."

A slightly apologetic voice came from behind, and looking again, Xiao Yan was already standing in front of the two women.

"First, create a crisis during the coming-of-age ceremony to make Xun'er hostile towards you, and then wait for me to enter the ancestral cave to hold me and the ancestor back. I must say, this plan is indeed flawless."

Xiao Yan sincerely praised him.

The enchantress's schemes remained flawless. If he followed her predetermined path even a single step, he would fall into her trap and be unable to extricate himself.

Hun Ruoruo's eyes turned completely cold.

She had always despised the victor's posture, and even more so the sudden appearance of righteous people, which made her, who could only lick her wounds in the dark, seem especially pathetic.

Ever since she made a vow at the cenotaph, she has been determined never to show this appearance to any stranger again.

Aside from family, the only other option is the dead.

"So, you gave up the inheritance and risked fighting your way back from the center of the Heavenly Tomb just to save her?" Hun Ruoruo sneered, the mockery in her eyes was self-evident.

"Do not."

Xiao Yan's gaze remained calm. "I'm here to save you."

(End of this chapter)