Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 33: High-minded but low-handed
After the contract signed by Galeku came into effect, the rejuvenation powder that the Gale family had originally put on the market and was snatched away by people was stopped from being sold in various markets in less than a day.

This inexplicable move made the mercenaries, who were already quite dissatisfied with the continuous price increase of Rejuvenation Powder, suddenly unwilling to buy into it. How could such a life-saving product be sold out so easily?

However, the other party was so powerful that the mercenaries could only be angry but not speak out. They simply used their actual actions to vent their inner dissatisfaction.

Without the Rejuvenating Powder as a signature product, not only did mercenaries switch to the Jialie family market halfway, but even the original old customers flocked to the Xiao family market in large numbers.

In their opinion, the prices in the Xiao family's market are stable and well-ordered, and they never have to worry about the unfair terms of changing prices every day. It is obviously more suitable for long-term procurement of various resources.

Therefore, the Gale family, which had been suffering from internal and external troubles, was completely stuck in the quagmire and could not get out of it for a while.

The head of the family, Galeb, was so angry that he directly ordered that Galeb, his right-hand man, be crippled, and called on the entire family to tighten their belts and cut back on food in an attempt to raise the astronomical amount of compensation.

Unfortunately, even if he reacted quickly, the decline of the Jialie family could not be reversed.
At the same time, Xiao Yan, the culprit, lives a very fulfilling life—

In the morning, he soaked in the foundation-building spirit fluid to cultivate his fighting spirit. In the morning, he trained under Yao Lao to hone his body and cultivate his combat abilities. At noon, he lay on the lawn in the back mountain for a short rest. In the afternoon, he tempered his soul power and fought against Hun Ruoruo, his spirit being drained.
I finally have some free time in the evening, and from time to time my father would pull me over to play chess, and the old and the young would chat until late at night.

As the days go by, my cultivation level continues to rise in a curve.

Xiao Family, Back Mountain

Walking in the woods, Xiao Yan randomly chose an ancient tree that was as thick as a man's embrace, and a faint aura emanated from his body.

"Eight extremes, collapse!"

With a loud roar, the ancient tree made a loud bang, and then began to shake under the heavy burden, as if making its last struggle.

Finally, the ancient tree seemed to have run out of strength and slowly fell down in the opposite direction of the shout.

There was a crackling sound. As the trees were close together, the extremely heavy trunks broke countless tangled branches. Then there was a second loud noise and the ground shook slightly.

That was the sound of an ancient tree falling to the ground.

Looking at the leaves flying all over the sky, the black-haired boy seemed to have used up all his strength. He collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath.

He lifted up the torn sleeve of his right arm, only to see that it was already red, and the veins on the inside of his arm were twitching wildly and uncontrollably, causing waves of intense pain.

"hiss!"

Seeing the horrible look on his arm, he couldn't help but gasp, and quickly took out the ointment he had prepared and applied it carefully.

After evenly applying the ointment to his elbow, Xiao Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and sighed, "One hurts the body, the other damages the soul. These special fighting skills are indeed not that easy to practice."

"Hey, kid, don't be so ungrateful. With your cultivation level, which isn't even that of a fighter, you should be secretly happy to have such power."

Yao Lao's voice suddenly rang out, and then he slowly emerged from the ring. He flicked his finger, and a faint stream of Dou Qi hit Xiao Yan's forehead.

"Relax your body, don't force it."

Feeling the force on his forehead, Xiao Yan, who was already exhausted, suddenly fell into the pile of leaves behind him, and couldn't even think of moving a finger.

He said weakly, "Although it's powerful, it injures the enemy a thousand times but harms myself eight hundred times. With my current physical strength, if it had hit the boulder just now, I'm afraid my bones would have been broken first."

"Oh? In that case, why don't you just use the soul skill that Ruoruo taught you? With your current soul power, even if you use it against cultivators below the Fighter level, your soul power will not be drained." Yao Lao raised his eyebrows at Xiao Yan and said jokingly.

Xiao Yan smiled bitterly: "How can that soul skill be used against my clan members? As long as I use it, the other party will become an idiot if they don't die. I don't want to be known as someone who harmed my clan members."

"I knew you were after my little fortune again. The two fighting techniques you're currently practicing are indeed too restrictive. Well, I'll teach you a fighting technique of a different level as a substitute for sparring and testing."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan's eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands hurriedly, saying, "What level?"

"Let me take a look at the low level of Xuanjie."

"Xuanjie, could it be another fighting skill that relies on physical strength?"

"Stinky boy, why are you so lacking in confidence?"

Yao Lao sighed in frustration and said slowly, "Your fighting spirit is now far more powerful than that of ordinary people. Even ordinary fighting skills that rely on fighting spirit are no longer difficult for you to unleash their power."

"Xiao Yan, you have become stronger."

Xiao Yan was stunned and couldn't speak for a moment.

Over the past few months, he had become much stronger without realizing it, but for some reason, he always felt that he was too weak and felt anxious from time to time.

Yao Lao was clear-headed and spoke slowly, "There's nothing wrong with feeling anxious, but being too tense isn't good for you. I've told you this before."

"But teacher, my training is quite balanced."

Raising his hand to interrupt Xiao Yan, Yao Lao shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with cultivation. I think you have unconsciously made Ruoruo your target to pursue this idea."

"Well, it seems... a little bit?" Xiao Yan touched his nose and said guiltily.

Yao Lao chuckled: "Now it's just you and me, the master and disciple, here, and you're still pretending to be me. It's normal to target someone more outstanding, but..."

He paused, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, then placed his palms under his body in a very strange posture.

".?"

Xiao Yan tilted his neck back slightly, completely unable to understand what his teacher was doing.

Yao Lao said nothing, but just pouted at him.

Helplessly and with a doubtful attitude, Xiao Yan once again watched the other party's strange behavior.

After a while, the corner of his mouth twitched and his expression became very interesting.

This old man, is he saying that he has high expectations but low skills?
but
Looking at Yao Lao's strange, half-joking posture, Xiao Yan's eyes gradually softened, and the knot in his heart that had been accumulating for a long time finally dissipated unknowingly.

"Teacher, thank you."

"Haha, brat, hurry up and get up to practice. If you can't adjust tomorrow, Ruoruo won't be as tolerant of you as I am in letting you rest."

(End of this chapter)