Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 15 Irrelevant

"The wonderful use of soul power?"

A relatively obscure word appeared in Xiao Yan's mind for the first time, and his face became even more confused.

"From what I understand, this soul power should be fixed at birth and can only be improved with age, right? Even with a Heaven-level technique, it's impossible to cultivate additional soul power."

Xiao Yan knew that his reputation as a genius was due to his extraordinary soul power, which made his cultivation speed incredibly fast. He eventually left everyone else far behind and broke through to the level of a fighter at the age of eleven.

Therefore, when Hun Ruoruo talked about manipulating soul power, the first thing he felt was disbelief, and then it was a little hard to accept -

After all, the soul power he gained from his two lives as a human is basically his greatest reliance now. If he can even cultivate and use soul power, then wouldn't he be no different from an ordinary person?
As if sensing the other person's doubts, Hun Ruoruo tilted her head and said, "There are indeed techniques that can be used to cultivate soul power, but that also depends on the strength of one's innate soul power. If one's soul power is no different from that of an ordinary person, how much talent can we expect from this person in this area?"

"Haha. That's true." Xiao Yan shook his head and smiled, no longer dwelling on the matter.

After all, it is still early for him to reach the seventh stage of fighting spirit, so at this moment he should concentrate on practicing and breaking through with this foundation-building spiritual liquid.

Being too ambitious has never been his style.

After the two chatted for a while, Hun Ruoruo packed up the stall and tied it into a huge ball of cloth, then pointed at Xiao Yan, with an obvious meaning.

Xiao Yan's face froze slightly. After resisting in vain, he could only helplessly carry the ball of cloth that was much taller than him, put it on his shoulders, and slowly walked back towards the Xiao family.

It is worth mentioning that since the people around her could not detect Hun Ruoruo's existence, Xiao Yan looked like a young laborer who was hallucinating due to excessive fatigue and talking to himself. His flushed little face made the surrounding onlookers unable to bear to look at it. Many people stepped forward and tried to denounce the unscrupulous stall owner.

"Little brother, who asked you to carry such a big bag?" said a seemingly cheerful uncle, his brows twisted into a knot.

"Little boy, who are you from? You look familiar to me." asked a stall owner who often set up stalls here, almost getting close to Xiao Yan.

"Child, do you need me to notify the guards in charge of the market?" an old lady said.
More and more people gathered around, making the originally orderly market become somewhat chaotic, and even blocking Xiao Yan's way forward.

The corners of the boy's mouth twitched wildly, and his head, which had been able to lift up, completely sunk down.
"I'm clearly helping the Third Young Master to strengthen his body, but how come in their mouths, I've become an unforgivable person?" Hun Ruoruo clenched her fists, extremely angry.

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The big money sponsor and the person involved was watching the show nearby. Xiao Yan didn't dare to say a word. He could only keep his head down and run all the way back to the Xiao family without saying a word.

Xiao family, backyard

Walking on the gravel path, Xiao Yan was panting with unsteady steps and sweating profusely. In order to maintain his remaining image, he even took a long detour and walked back through a more remote gate of the Xiao family.

Green willow trees are planted on both sides of the gravel path. The lush green sways with the gentle breeze, which makes people feel refreshed.

Of course, this does not apply to those who are too tired to enjoy the scenery.

"Um, Ruoruo"

Just as Xiao Yan calmed his breath and tried to say something to Hun Ruoruo who was admiring the scenery nearby, the sound of light and brisk footsteps came from afar, interrupting the words on his lips.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a cheerful young woman walking along another fork in the gravel path, taking in the surrounding scenery. A faint smile played on her lips, and her innocent face revealed a charming charm that bore a striking resemblance to Hun Ruoruo.

Of course, compared to Hun Ruoruo beside him, the girl in the distance was still far behind in both temperament and appearance, like a firefly to the bright moon.
"Haha. I really have the leisure and elegance to still think about comparison at this time." After mocking himself, Xiao Yan shook his head lightly. He stopped recalling the past and withdrew his gaze without any nostalgia, and quickly recovered his strength.

The girl's name was Xiao Mei. When Xiao Yan was the number one genius in the Xiao family, she was almost the same as Xun'er. She clung to him every day. The combination of the two girls was like two little followers. It was helpless but hard to get tired of them, and more of a doting feeling.

But the good times did not last long. As Xiao Yan's talent disappeared, Xiao Mei quickly distanced herself from him. Although she never said anything sarcastic, this attitude had obviously hurt Xiao Yan's already closed and lonely heart.

After walking through the shade of the trees, the girl's footsteps suddenly stopped. It was obvious that she noticed Xiao Yan, who was sitting on the ground with a flushed face, looking like he had just been fished out of the water.

"This cousin?"

Xiao Mei exclaimed in a low voice, then quickly closed her mouth.

The other party's coolie-like appearance really surprised Xiao Mei. Even though she knew the pressure Xiao Yan was under,
Isn’t this a bit too tragic?

In the past few days, Xiao Yan's strange behavior under the test bench had already spread among the younger generation. Few people believed that his startled reactions were not caused by gains and losses, but people just thought that he had suffered a huge blow and could not accept it.

Her curved eyebrows knitted together, then relaxed. Xiao Mei said to herself with some helplessness, "I should ask about the situation. After all, he's my cousin. He's in such a miserable state. He really looks like he's gone insane, as people said before."

Seeing the other party walking towards him, Xiao Yan frowned, took a heavy breath, turned around, slowly picked up the huge cloth bag, and carried it on his shoulder.

Xiao Yan walked away with his back to the girl without looking away, his steps slow but without showing any sign of reluctance.

Seeing this, Xiao Mei's rosy little mouth opened slightly, staring in astonishment at the back of the young man who ignored her. With her looks and status, when had she ever been treated like this? A nameless fire of shame and anger surged in her heart, and she couldn't help but shout, "Cousin Xiao Yan!"

Xiao Yan paused in his heavy footsteps. He didn't turn around, leaving her with a huge cloth bag covering her entire body. His voice was slightly hoarse and dry, yet it carried the same distance between strangers: "What's the matter?"

The flat and unfamiliar tone made Xiao Mei pause, and the emotion that was about to come out of her mouth disappeared in an instant: "No"

Too lazy to communicate with him anymore, Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and continued walking towards the Xiao Mansion.

"Third Young Master, who is this girl? Judging from her expression, I'm afraid she has had an unclear relationship with you."

Hun Ruoruo, who had been watching the show in silence, stretched lazily and walked in front. Her beautiful and charming figure could not be concealed at all even in the black robe.

"Irrelevant."

"Well, that's a pity. I still want to hear your heart-wrenching story." The girl raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of longing and yearning.

"." Xiao Yan remained silent.

It would be fine if others couldn't hear what Hun Ruoruo said, but he could hear everything she said clearly.

So the boy simply stopped talking and focused on getting on with his journey.

(End of this chapter)