Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 11 What is the purpose?
"you!"

The boy's originally gloomy face turned rosy due to this sudden action. He quickly retreated and fell on the lawn without standing firmly.

He subconsciously used his injured palm to push back. After a moment, the imagined pain did not appear. Xiao Yan, realizing this, spread his palm out.

".The wound disappeared?"

Looking at the white palm with a little redness, Xiao Yan was deeply shocked at this moment, and his understanding of this mysterious girl was refreshed again.

Looking at Xiao Yan's dazed look with satisfaction, the girl turned out her thumb and index finger, and shook them slightly in front of Xiao Yan, and a black ring with an ancient shape appeared on her fingertips.

She picked up the ring and snapped her fingers, and the ring flipped in the air, drawing a graceful arc.

"That's my ring? My dear, it's something my mother left me. It's not very precious. Please don't take it away!"

"How could Third Young Master regard me as someone who takes advantage of others? I'll borrow it for a while and return it to you in the evening. How about that?"

"This..." Xiao Yan's face twitched, and he said reluctantly: "But I don't even know your name."

"Ruoruo." The girl said in a low voice, looking embarrassed.

"Miss Ruoruo."

"Ruoruo."

"Uh Ruoruo?"

Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo's face suddenly flushed, and she said shyly: "Third Young Master, you are so bold to call me Ruoruo after only knowing me for a day."

Xiao Yan's face darkened: "Didn't you ask me to scream?"

Hun Ruoruo interrupted Xiao Yan with a chuckle, her expression becoming serious: "See you tonight, Third Young Master. I hope to see you again without any missing limbs, because I would be heartbroken."

After saying that, Hun Ruoruo disappeared from the spot in a flash, leaving only a faint fragrance lingering on the young man's clothes for a long time.

"Missing arms and legs, what kind of mess?"

After thinking about the meaning behind the other party's words again, Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly.
"This woman is really..."

The words on the tip of his tongue suddenly stopped, Xiao Yan's face froze. He turned his head and looked behind him. Not far behind him, he saw a purple figure, just like an elf, light and graceful.
Subconsciously sniffing the lingering fragrance on his body, Xiao Yan cursed fiercely:

"Witch!!!"

On the other side, after leaving the Xiao family, Hun Ruoruo walked briskly on the noisy street, playing with the ring she had taken from Xiao Yan in her hand.

The strange thing was that no matter what she did, the people around her seemed to be looking at air and didn't notice at all.

After circling around a few times, she seemed to feel a little bored. She tapped the ring in her hand and said in a long, boring tone, "Isn't it time for the old man in the ring to come out?"

After waiting quietly for a while, Hun Ruoruo pouted and flashed to a more remote forest. With her fighting spirit surging, she spun the storage ring in her hand rapidly like a spinning top.

"Little girl, stop turning." A steady voice with a hint of helplessness suddenly came from the ring. Then, a white mist slowly rose from the ancient ring, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a handsome old man in a blue and white robe.

After appearing, the old man exuded a faint aura. He looked at Hun Ruoruo with a vigilant expression and said, "You little girl, you are really not simple. You can actually detect my hidden methods. If my guess is correct, you should be from Zhongzhou, right?"

Hun Ruoruo blinked, looked up and down at the handsome old man in front of her, and couldn't help but have some surprising thoughts in her mind -

This image seems to be different from the description in the book. Shouldn't he be an old man?

The old man's face was quite peculiar, his skin was as crystal clear as jade, and his blue and white robe was longer than half of his body. At the sides of his knees, it turned into wisps of smoke-like condensation, floating slowly.

If it weren't for his graying hair and those deep, pale golden eyes that exuded vicissitudes and wisdom, it would be hard to believe that he was an elderly man.
Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at, the old man coughed twice and then continued to ask, "Little girl, is there something wrong with my face?"

Hun Ruoruo, who had come back to her senses, smiled cheerfully: "Old senior, what should I call you?"

"Haha, what use is a name to a mere wandering ghost like me?" The old man stroked his beard and said, "Little girl, tell me your purpose. With your cultivation talent, you're probably in a class of your own, not just in Zhongzhou, but even among those mysterious ancient races. Why did you choose to come to such a barren place like the Northwest Territory?"

"And that little kid Xiao Yan, although he's incredibly talented and has exceptional soul power, he's still a long way behind you, right?"

Hun Ruoruo tilted her head and said, "Xiao Yan is not just a gifted man. If Ruoruo is not mistaken, he will also receive your generous teachings, right?"

"This old man does have the idea of ​​taking him as his disciple, but how did you, little girl, see that?" the old man asked curiously.

"With Xiao Yan's meager Dou Qi, awakening your soul body is already the limit. I'm afraid the Dou Qi you absorbed afterwards was mostly for the purpose of tempering and observing his character, right?"

"You are quite clever, little girl," the old man sighed softly, his eyes becoming icy cold. "However, you are able to understand the soul body so deeply, yet you are not an alchemist. Little girl, you have brought back some bad memories for me."

The soul body has always been regarded as a synonym for mystery in the Douqi Continent. Even ordinary Dou Zong masters can only know a little about the research on the soul body. Only a few high-level alchemists and the Soul Palace that hunts soul bodies know a lot about the soul body.

The understanding of the soul body that the girl just showed was obviously far beyond her ability.
Seeing the old man's aura gradually spreading, Hun Ruoruo's mind moved, and she quickly activated the barrier that had been set up long ago, blocking the aura of the two people completely.

"Sure enough, as long as it involves soul power, it will be exposed sooner or later. Fortunately, I didn't intend to hide it from him." Hun Ruoruo secretly complained in her heart, and then waved her hand to show the other party that she had no ill intentions.

After noticing the barrier, General Yao's momentum subsided slightly, but the alertness on his face became even more intense, as if he regarded the beautiful girl in front of him as a snake.
"As expected, you are from the Soul Palace."

"Soul Palace? I'm not one of those black-robed, shapeless trash. If I were truly from the Soul Palace, there would definitely be more than just me and my junior here. Countless guardians and even the elders would be concerned about the soul of you, the continent's number one alchemist. Why would they negotiate with you so amicably like they are now?"

After saying this, Hun Ruoruo sneered disdainfully, her expression suddenly filled with disgust: "But, to be honest, I do have the surname 'Hun'."

"Old sir, oh no, Senior Yao Chen, don't you want to know my purpose? It's very simple. I just want to seek help to kill someone, that's all."

Yao Lao's expression changed again and again after his identity was discovered. Finally, he temporarily suppressed the layers of doubts in his heart and asked tentatively, "Who is it?"

The girl said expressionlessly, "Emperor Hun Tian."

Upon hearing this, Yao Chen's soul seemed to become a little illusory. The fighting spirit brewing in his palm flickered, and then dissipated into the air like a candle blown out by the wind.

"who?!"

(End of this chapter)