Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 1 The Expelled Little Village Girl

Soul World, Soul Sacrifice Village
A middle-aged man in a black robe was staring at the list in his hand impatiently. As he remained silent, most of the densely packed crowd below the stage broke out in cold sweat and dared not make a sound.

After a while, he looked up at the illusory sun in the sky, and finally said casually: "The last one, Hun Ruoruo."

"Yes, my lord."

Hearing this, a gray-haired girl in linen clothes slowly walked out from the edge of the crowd and stood timidly in front of the stage.

The girl had a pale complexion, her hair looked dry and messy, and her overly long bangs, because they had not been trimmed, even covered part of her face, adding a bit of gloom to her already rather rustic image of a country girl.

The black-robed man looked at the girl's thin body with disdain and said:
"Hun Ruoruo, previous test results show that the bloodline power in your body is too weak. If this test does not detect any bloodline power, the only option waiting for you is expulsion. Do you understand?"

On the edge of the Soul Realm, there are small villages built by countless descendants of the Soul Clan, who live as the humblest of the Soul Clan.

But since they can survive in the Soul Realm, it means that they still have a trace of Dou Di blood in their bodies. If due to some accidents or mutations, the bloodline ability becomes stronger, then these descendants have the potential to become members of the Soul Clan, and their value will skyrocket.

On the contrary, if the power of her bloodline disappears completely, then she will have no value at all. Even breathing is a waste of the air of the soul world, so it is useless to keep her.
"Sir, I, I will try my best."

Hun Ruoruo's voice trembled a little due to nervousness, and her feet unconsciously moved inward. After a while, she seemed to muster up the courage and placed her small hand on the center of the test disc.

One second. Two seconds
Time passed quietly, but there was no fluctuation on the test disc, and the girl's arm froze in mid-air.

Seeing this scene, the black-robed man did not show any surprise. After all, if the mutation of bloodline power was really that easy, his soul clan would have dominated the Douqi Continent long ago.
"Hun Ruoruo, the power of bloodline was not detected, and the identity of the Hun clan member was stripped away!"

He put away the disc in his hand and announced the test results in an indifferent tone, as if declaring the girl's fate with an imperial decree.

"Next, you will either cross Sword Soul Mountain on your own and leave the Soul World, or become a servant of other descendants of your bloodline. It's up to you to decide."

Upon hearing this, the villagers in the audience sighed and couldn't help whispering to each other.

"Alas, in the past, women who were stripped of their identities suffered a fate worse than death!"

"She's still motionless. Maybe she's scared silly?"

"Nonsense, Sword Soul Mountain is not something a little girl like her can climb."

In the eyes of the villagers, their ethnic minority identity is undoubtedly the last line of defense to protect them.

In the Soul Society, if a woman is deprived of her identity and has no strength, her fate is basically the same as that of an animal to be slaughtered.

Those who are lucky may be able to hook up with a strong man with their beauty, but those who are unlucky will basically be buried in unknown mass graves.

After a long while, Hun Ruoruo gradually came to her senses and heard people's laughter. She looked at the man in black robe with horror and pleaded in a low voice:

"Sir, I lost my father when I was young, and my mother disappeared a few years ago. My cultivation level is only at the third level of Dou Qi. I'm afraid I'll be killed by the invisible energy surrounding me before I even get close to Sword Soul Mountain."

"Oh?" The black-robed man raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "I've heard these words countless times. You should save your words for the clan leader. Only he has the right to change the rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people in the audience couldn't help but burst into laughter.

This was obviously an attempt to amuse himself by exploiting the girl's fear. What kind of person was the patriarch? He was a man of great stature and influence, roaming the Central Plains. How could a dying person who had been deprived of his identity see him?
Sure enough, after hearing this, the girl's thin body trembled as if all the bones were sucked out.

"You're joking. My life is worthless. It's not worth the clan leader's worry."

Hun Ruoruo's voice was trembling. As she spoke, she raised her head and her pale little hands hurriedly grabbed the man's sleeves, as if she was grabbing her last life-saving straw.

"You little country girl..." The black-robed man was startled. He had never expected that the timid girl would dare to reach out and grab his sleeve. He wanted to scold her for her insolence, but before he could finish his words, from the perspective that the audience could not see, the girl's face, which was hidden by her bangs, was gradually revealed as she raised her head.
His eyes widened, and he saw the beautiful eyes hidden under the girl's hair squinting at him, as deep as the tide, as if to suck his soul in.

"Sir, please be flexible."

"I also want to make concessions, but after all, the clan rules do not allow it."

"I know my strength is limited, so I don't seek to cross Sword Soul Mountain and leave the Soul Clan. I only hope to find a place to stay in this Soul Realm, so I won't end up like my father, whose body was left exposed in the wilderness."

"So, if you don't mind, I would like to become your servant." Hun Ruoruo turned her head to the side and said shyly.

"Servant?"

The black-robed man recalled the pure and delicate face he had caught a glimpse of earlier, swallowed hard, and spoke in a dry voice, "If it were just another servant, with my strength, no one would dare to make a fuss."

Unconsciously, the man's self-proclaimed identity had changed slightly.

Hun Ruoruo curled up a sweet smile at the corner of her mouth, then bent down and bowed deeply, as if to express her inner gratitude.

"Thank you, sir!"

The black-robed man's breathing was heavy, his heart pounding. After calming down for a moment, he shouted to the confused crowd below:

"Alright, the test is over. Those whose bloodline power fails the test have been clearly recorded on the disc. If you haven't registered as a servant in three days, I will personally escort you to Sword Soul Mountain!"

When they heard that there were only three days left, the audience was in an uproar. No one wanted to laugh at Hun Ruoruo anymore. The few people who had given up on themselves because their identities were taken away turned pale and kept muttering "May your ancestors bless you."
"Hehehe, after all, you are just a bunch of bastards who bully the weak and fear the strong."

Looking down at the ugly appearance of the people below the stage, the man in black robe sneered, turned around and called Hun Ruoruo beside him to leave the testing site.

After walking around the Soul Sacrifice Village for a while, Hun Ruoruo led the black-robed man and stopped in a remote corner.

This place is sparsely populated and is considered the poorest place even in the Soul Sacrifice Village. There is only an old and dilapidated wooden house leaning against the foot of the hill. A creaking sound can be heard from it, as if a few pieces of wood will be blown away by the wind.

"Excuse me, sir. This is Ruoruo's home." Hun Ruoruo pointed to the wooden house not far away and said timidly, "Thanks to your help, sir. I don't even know your name."

At this time, the girl had already pushed her bangs to the sides. Her pure and delicate face and gem-like eyes exuded extraordinary beauty.

The black-robed man licked his lips and said, "My name is Hun Huan. From now on, just stay by my side and call me Lord Huan. You can put all this aside for now. Ruoruo, I see it's getting late. How about we stay in your little house for the night? I'll take you on your journey tomorrow."

Hun Ruoruo's pretty face flushed bright red. She shyly glanced at the sun hanging high in the sky and said hesitantly:

"Sir, how can we allow you to sleep in Ruoruo's little room? Besides, Ruoruo's family is poor, and there is only a small wooden bed in the room. I'm afraid you can't sleep on it with your physique."

"Hehe, I don't care about that. I've experienced all kinds of harsh conditions during my early missions. Not to mention this cabin, I've even slept in a monster's nest. Don't say anything more, just go ahead and prepare."

"If it's your order, Ruoruo naturally wouldn't dare to disobey..."

Hun Ruoruo's eyes were a little evasive, and her small hands tightly grasped the rough linen clothes beneath her body, as if she was having trouble speaking. "But sir, before I go, can Ruoruo ask you for a favor?"

The black-robed man stared at her like this, and he couldn't bear to say anything to refuse, so he nodded subconsciously.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Hun Ruoruo patted her chest lightly and breathed a sigh of relief. Her face flushed red as she moved forward and tried to imitate a child and whisper:
"Can you please die?"

(End of this chapter)