Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 2: The Father Who Fakes His Death

The girl expressed her thoughts in the most gentle tone. It should have been an extremely beautiful thing to look forward to.
But after hearing her words, Hun Huan's body trembled violently, and he sat down on the spot as if he had lost all his strength, unable to even think of moving a finger.

"you you!"

Hun Ruoruo showed a curious expression: "Ah, Lord Hun Huan, you are quite powerful. Even under the influence of my soul-stealing technique, you can still speak. It's a pity that you have the strength of a Douhuang but can't use it. It's best to give up struggling. The more you struggle, the faster your soul will be devoured."

Hun Huan looked horrified and roared, "Soul-stealing? Soul fighting technique? Where did a wild girl like you, who doesn't even have a single bit of bloodline power, steal these soul fighting techniques from?!"

Soul fighting skills are considered the most precious type of fighting skills even among the Soul Clan, which is famous for its soul power. If you look at the Douqi Continent, you can even call it "extinct".

The rarity of this kind of fighting skill is even higher than ordinary flying fighting skills and earth-level skills. No wonder Hun Huan was so surprised.

"Oh, it's okay to be furious, but you even resort to using your body to attack others. Can't you learn soul fighting skills without bloodline power? Is the bloodline power of the soul clan so precious?"

"How dare you insult the Soul Clan's bloodline, you little bitch! If other Soul Clan members hear you, I will rip your soul out and make you burn in soul fire for eternity!"

Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo narrowed her eyes slightly, jumped up lightly in her small cloth shoes, kicked Hun Huan who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, and fell to the ground completely.

"You dare to threaten me? I have to say, your loyalty is truly remarkable. It's just a pity that you can only tell your ancestors of the Soul Clan about these words in hell."

".A bitch who repays kindness with enmity"

Because Hun Huan was too emotionally agitated, the soul-stealing technique sucked away more of his soul power. At this point, he was taking in more air than he was breathing out, but he still refused to give in and loudly scolded the condescending girl.

"Repaying kindness with enmity?" Hun Ruoruo chuckled. "Master Huan, even if Ruoruo is a bitch who repays kindness with enmity, I'm afraid it has nothing to do with you, right? Weren't you the one who first mocked her just now?"

"How can a weak little village girl like Ruoruo even talk to the clan leader? Isn't that right?"

"Bitch, even if you were lucky enough to master soul fighting skills, Sword Soul Mountain is not something you can cross. Once my soul mark is extinguished, the commander will immediately notice it. Then, I will make sure you understand the consequences of offending my soul clan!"

I haven't said it, I haven't fought, but you're starting to change the background?
Hun Ruoruo pouted in disappointment. Just as she was about to say something, her eyes quietly became a little gloomy. Although there was no movement around her, she still couldn't help but look behind her.

A handsome man with the appearance of a refined scholar appeared not far behind the two of them. He was dressed in gray and white clothes and sat lazily on a stone pier. His leisurely and elegant look seemed as if he had been watching this farce for a long time.

There wasn't even a trace of aura emanating from him. If it weren't for his extraordinary temperament and appearance, he would have been mistaken for an ordinary young man who had never practiced fighting spirit.

The elegant scholar, who was originally very interested, saw the girl looking at him and immediately exclaimed, "Ruoruo's perception is really outstanding. It makes me a little surprised."

The elegant scholar's eyes were bright and deep, almost identical to Hun Ruoruo's. Perhaps due to his age, his eyes had a special aura of insight into people's hearts, making it almost impossible for ordinary people to have the courage to look him in the eye.

After only a moment's gaze, Hun Ruoruo withdrew her gaze and, slightly annoyed, kicked the half-dead Hun Huan away from her, saying, "You're here after all."

"Haha, even Hun Huan uses "you" to address me, so why do you use "you" instead?" "I didn't expect you to be the kind of person who would struggle with words. Ruoruo apologizes in advance."

"That's fine. Today is the day of your coming-of-age ceremony. Isn't it only natural for me to come? But you, for saying such outrageous words, will be severely punished according to the Soul Clan's rules."

Hun Huan, who was originally holding on to his breath, heard the words of the elegant scholar. He immediately used up his last bit of strength to look towards the stone pillar in the distance and said hoarsely:

"Sir, I wonder what your relationship is with this woman? She insulted my Soul Clan and even attacked the deacon. Her crimes are unforgivable!"

"Relationship?" After listening to the other party's intermittent speech, the elegant scholar smiled and said, "In that case, I should be the father she mentioned who died more than ten years ago."

Even though she hated the elegant scholar in front of her, Hun Ruoruo's face was a little unnatural. She never expected that this sentence would be heard by the other party.
Does this count as cursing your father to death in front of him?
"This bitch doesn't even want to let her own father go. She's truly a sinister and vicious woman!"

A thought flashed through Hun Huan's mind. The last straw he had been clinging to was now completely gone. He simply roared with resentment, "Don't look at yourself like this. If the commander finds out, you and her will both die!"

"They all have to die." Hun Ruoruo said quietly with a playful look on her face, "Master Huan, you are still so interesting. I am almost reluctant to kill you."

Hun Huan looked at the elegant scholar who slowly stood up in the distance, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes blank.

The elegant scholar sighed softly: "Ruoruo, don't tease him. Although this person is rude, he is loyal to our Soul Clan after all."

"This person plotted against me and even scolded you, and you're not angry?"

"It was just a lie. To be honest, it was you who was pretending to be strong first. In this Douqi Continent, only the strong are worthy of respect. If you hadn't concealed your strength, these farces wouldn't have happened."

"Yes, you are right." The girl's tone suddenly returned to its previous sweetness, but when you listened carefully, it seemed to contain a hint of perfunctory.

In fact, this is exactly the case. Hun Ruoruo is too lazy to listen to the other party's hypocritical principles. Even if she puts aside her understanding of him in her previous life, a cheap father who has only appeared in front of her twice in more than ten years, no matter how much he talks, will not arouse any feelings in Hun Ruoruo's heart.

Knowing that the other party had no intention of listening to him, the elegant scholar smiled helplessly.

He snapped his fingers, and Hun Huan, who had most of his body buried in the coffin, seemed to be cast under some kind of magic, and his whole body emitted a strange glow. However, in a moment, Hun Huan's soul, which had been eaten away by the fighting skills, was reorganized inside.

"Tsk, I originally wanted to see if this guy called Hun Huan could really explode his soul ring." Looking at Hun Huan who was coming back to life, Hun Ruoruo felt a little regretful for no reason. It was obvious that the evil taste in her heart could not be realized.

Just as the two were silent, Hun Huan, whose soul was repaired, gradually regained consciousness. He stood up in disbelief and moved his body quietly. The throbbing of his heart and blood vessels was constantly hitting his brain, and an almost unbelievable thought appeared in his mind.

Without time to think carefully, Hun Huan clasped his hands together and asked timidly, "May I ask, sir?"

The elegant scholar's voice was still clear and mellow, as if he had reunited with an old friend after a long absence:
"I am the Soul Emperor."

(End of this chapter)