Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 217 Yao Lao's Advice
The next day, early morning.

While Qing Lin was initially mastering the Green Snake's Three Flower Pupils, Hun Ruoruo temporarily asked Xiao Yan to return the Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python, preparing to start engraving a soul seal on it.

After learning this, Xiao Yan, who had suffered a huge gap between his soul power and fighting spirit due to swallowing the strange fire, immediately became extremely interested in this so-called soul engraving method.

You know, as early as when Xiao Yan first came into contact with soul cultivation, it was the other party who performed a secret method called "engraving" in his mind, which allowed him to master the first trump card fighting skill at an extremely fast speed.

As for the yellow-level soul skill called 'Soul-Piercing Strike', even though it is still used today, it still has extremely considerable lethality. No wonder Xiao Yan was so tempted by it.

After all, just assisting in cultivation has such a powerful effect. If this effect is applied to controlling the soul, the power is so terrifying that it is unimaginable.

Even the most original soul is controlled and dominated by others. That feeling must be far more painful than death, right?
Recalling how he had foolishly accepted the "engraving" and how he was completely defenseless, Xiao Yan couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air, feeling half relieved and half terrified.

With his level at that time, if Ruoruo wanted to plant a soul seal on the soul, it would be just a matter of moving his fingers.

Considering her extremely suspicious nature, it was definitely a matter of great luck that she had been able to preserve her soul essence intact until now.
I am the one who is treated specially.

Xiao Yan, who realized this again, couldn't tell whether he was confused or relieved. He just wanted to gain a deeper understanding of the mystery of the soul seal by looking at it, so as to guess the other party's elusive mind.

However, when he tentatively proposed to observe and gain insights, he was rarely rejected by Hun Ruoruo.

"Um, can't I just watch?"

Standing at the entrance of the courtyard, Xiao Yan glanced at Qing Lin, who was waiting in the room with an obedient look on his face, and couldn't help but say depressedly.

"I have no intention of hiding anything."

Hun Ruoruo played with the little snake in her hand and said with a smile:

"However, my husband's soul realm is currently too low. The soul impact brought by engraving the soul seal alone is not something you can resist, let alone comprehend the laws involved."

"Just talking about soul power, Qinglin shouldn't be able to withstand that level of soul fluctuations, right?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yan scratched his head and said helplessly, "To be honest, I still don't even know the specific levels of the soul realm. I can't find a reference standard if I want to make a comparison."

Putting aside his alchemy skills, his soul power is now even close to that of a fifth-grade alchemist.

But even so, when he faced many questions about the soul, he still only had a half-understanding. Even the most basic soul level, Xiao Yan could only use the alchemist's grade as a substitute, just like a wild way without a master to teach him.
No wonder he had this question.

"Want to know?"

Hun Ruoruo narrowed her eyes into crescents and hooked her finger: "Call me teacher and I'll tell you."

"Teacher Ke Ruoruo, please teach me."

Xiao Yan's face was thicker than a city wall, and he called out with familiarity.

Seeing that Xiao Yan actually called him "Teacher", Hun Ruoruo couldn't help but glance at him in surprise and immediately said something to provoke anger.

"Oh my God, my husband, when did you become so shameless? Senior Yao, you should wake up now. Your own disciple was about to be seduced away by me with just a few words, and you didn't even come out to teach him a lesson?"

"Humph, this kid doesn't even have me as his teacher in his eyes."

A ball of white mist-like soul appeared in their sight, and then transformed into the image of an old man in a blue and white robe. He looked at Xiao Yan meaningfully and said with a strange smile:
"Xiao Yanzi, judging from your tone, I'm afraid you call me that girl quite often, right? Tsk tsk, should I set a precedent for you and allow you to have two masters?"

It’s over, it’s just a smooth saying!
Xiao Yan's expression froze. Although he had called Ruoruo "teacher" many times before, he had never done so in front of Yao Lao. Curiosity had overwhelmed him, and for a moment, he even ignored his own teacher.
Xiao Yan coughed awkwardly and muttered, "It's been more than two years, and I still don't understand the level of my soul power. You can't hide everything from me, right? Why not just ask?"

"Two years may not seem like a short time, but for the cultivation of soul power, it's just the beginning. If the time really comes for me to tell you, can I still keep it secret from you?"

Yao Lao rolled his eyes and then shook his head helplessly:

"Forget it. Even though you haven't gotten started yet, it's not a bad thing for you to learn about it in advance. The girl has a unique understanding of soul power. If she's willing to share, I won't interfere."

After saying that, he turned his head and cast his gaze towards Hun Ruoruo. After seeing the girl's mischievous expression as he had expected, he immediately suppressed the doubts in his heart and his gaze softened.

Yao Lao has always been very tolerant of Hun Ruoruo's little thoughts. Of course, asking Xiao Yan to call her teacher as a joke would not make Yao Lao angry.

Because of this, compared to those so-called teasing and jokes, what he cared about more at this moment was Hun Ruoruo's soul realm, which was obviously in a bottleneck state.

Hun Ruoruo's desire to become stronger has already reached an almost extreme level, and the soul-devouring technique of the Hun Clan is obviously an irresistible choice for her.

"Girl, remember not to rush into anything too quickly."

With a light sigh, Yao Lao finally said with a complicated tone.

It seemed to have a hidden meaning, yet it also seemed like just a casual reminder, as fleeting as a floating cloud.

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Yao Lao's gentle words made Hun Ruoruo stunned. She pursed her lips, but in the end did not agree, but nodded slightly.

Xiao Yan didn't hear any clues. He just thought that Yao Lao didn't want Ruoruo to tell him about his soul realm too early, so he didn't think much about it.

He rubbed his hands and said with some certainty, "From what the teacher said, even now, my soul realm has not reached the entry level?"

"Compared to the numerous levels of Dou Qi cultivation, the Soul Realm is divided into only four levels: Mortal, Spiritual, Heavenly, and Emperor. Therefore, this isn't a simple correspondence. Reaching the Mortal Realm doesn't mean your Soul attainments are only at the Dou Zhe level."

Hun Ruoruo's story dispelled most of Xiao Yan's doubts. He paused and continued, "For a cultivator in the Mortal Realm, what level of cultivation is roughly equivalent to soul power?"

"Putting aside the influence of the alchemist, only when one's cultivation reaches the Douhuang level can one's soul power be considered to have completely entered the mortal realm."

Seeing Xiao Yan's incredulous expression, Hun Ruoruo narrowed her eyes at him and said with a smile, "Now you understand how uniquely gifted alchemists are in soul cultivation, right?"

"Then, what level is Ruoruo?"

"Hmm, spiritual realm?"

"As expected. But you're not an alchemist, so how come you have such a high soul level?"

"Of course. It's a secret~"

Hun Ruoruo made a silent gesture, then pushed Xiao Yan out of the yard, then jumped back lively, turned around, and pried half of her head out of the door.

"My husband, wait and see the show."

(End of this chapter)