Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 218 Controlling the Python
Looking at the girl with a sweet smile, Xiao Yan had to suppress all the doubts in his heart. He nodded helplessly, and after a brief explanation, he let Hun Ruoruo close the door and leave him outside.

Although he felt somewhat helpless, after learning about the difficulty of improving his soul realm, Xiao Yan's eagerness to cross the threshold slowed down a lot.

After all, according to Ruoruo's classification, even the weakest mortal realm is at least a level that can be reached by Douhuang-level strongmen, so naturally she would not be greedy for merit and act rashly.

The art of alchemy is all about steady progress and the accumulation of small gains into big ones. It is obviously unrealistic to forcibly pursue the improvement of soul power to catch up with the speed of fighting spirit.

Rather, it is incredible that Xiao Yan, who has cultivated the three aspects of essence, energy and spirit, can narrow the gap to a very small range.

You know, even if it were any other cultivator of the same level, it would be impossible for him to have such almost perfect cultivation and attainments!

There is no weakness in his soul, body, or fighting spirit, which means that he cannot be restrained by any means. As long as he faces cultivators of the same level or lower levels, the human wave tactics may not be effective against him. No matter how many come, it is basically the same as delivering food.

The incident of the boat capsizing in the ditch obviously has nothing to do with him.

"Tsk tsk, the little guy's character has improved a lot."

The scene that originally seemed quite gloomy as the body came out from the wall suddenly took on a strange and funny look with Yao Lao's winking expression, which made Xiao Yan feel uncomfortable.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he said helplessly, "Didn't the teacher tell Ruoruo before that we shouldn't rush into anything too quickly? I naturally took it to heart."

"What's more, my current achievements are already enviable enough. To expect the three aspects of spirit, energy and vitality to advance simultaneously is indeed a bit too unrealistic."

After experiencing the bitter fruits of arrogance several times, Xiao Yan's temperament has greatly improved compared to before. Even if there is no guidance from Yao Lao, he will definitely not dwell on this too much.

"Haha, Xiao Yanzi, it's really beyond my expectation that you can have such a heart. In this regard, you do better than the little girl."

Yao Lao nodded slightly, and his voice became gentle.

"The biggest problem with cultivating three systems simultaneously is the obsession with maintaining balance. If you don't have the right mindset, you'll only become deeply trapped, and your progress will plummet. This is what I'm most worried about."

"But you relied on your own willpower to get through it. Perhaps you didn't even realize it yourself. Relying on yourself and believing in your own strength is the mentality of a truly strong person."

"You are now gradually becoming a strong person."

Feeling somewhat embarrassed by Yao Lao's rare serious praise, Xiao Yan scratched his head and chuckled, "Then, teacher, if you can mobilize the resources and power around you, can you still be considered a true strong man?"

"of course."

Yao Lao stroked his beard and said calmly, "A strong man is not a reckless man. As an alchemist, if you have ready-made resources and don't use them, you are no different from a fool."

Snapping his fingers, Xiao Yan said with a cunning smile, "In that case, then I'll have to trouble you again, Teacher, to get the elixir I promised Old Man Bing."

Staring at Xiao Yan's expression in shock, Yao Lao's face trembled, and he finally said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Good boy, you little bastard! So you were waiting for me here."

This kid, it turns out he has no mental problems at all.
After sensing Xiao Yan and the other two's fluctuations and leaving Shimo City, Hun Ruoruo withdrew his soul power and thought in his heart,

"As expected, he left. Hai Bodong is a great helper to him, so it is impossible for him to delay the invitation. With the help of a Douhuang-level expert, we should not have to worry about his situation in the short term."

Speaking of Hai Bodong, Hun Ruoruo couldn't help but recall the name she had called out to build momentum when she met him before, and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

Speaking of which, that was the first time she directly addressed Xiao Yan as "Young Master" in front of outsiders. Although she didn't care about other people's opinions, she was still more or less concerned about what that guy would think.
When he called Xiao Yan "Young Master" in front of Hai Bodong, it was actually simply because he didn't want Xiao Yan to waste too much time with him, and he wanted to build up momentum for him in advance.

The results were indeed good, and Xiao Yan had successfully established a connection with Hai Bodong. However, since her identity was exposed, the matter that should have been buried deep in Hai Bodong's heart could no longer be hidden. After all, she and Xiao Yan were now openly friends, and he was becoming more and more relaxed in front of her. If he found out about this, he would probably pester her and complain endlessly.

She doesn't have time to deal with these two people.

"Forget it. Let's deal with this mess later."

Gently rubbing her slightly stiff cheeks, Hun Ruoruo suppressed the unnaturalness in her heart, sighed softly, and said silently to herself:

"Speaking of which, now that I've dealt with Queen Tussa, it's time for me to go 'there'. I have to avenge my past."

Recalling how embarrassed she was at that time, a cold light flashed in Hun Ruoruo's eyes. She slowly walked back into the house and looked at Qinglin who had been waiting for a long time.

"Ms. Ruoruo, can I really help you?"

Noticing the appearance of Hun Ruoruo, Qing Lin hurriedly wiped the sweat from his palms, feeling that the short wait before was incredibly long.

Not to mention the cultivation of soul power, Qinglin only has a vague understanding of the cultivation of fighting spirit. He has no idea how he can help his young lady. No wonder he is so nervous.

"Relax, Xiao Qinglin, you are different from others. Even if you disguise yourself as a human, you should know that you are different from them in the end, right?"

“But I don’t want to be considered special.”

Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo raised a little arc, looked at the girl in front of her with deep eyes, and said slowly:
"You once said that being ordinary is best, but ever since you controlled the Fire Spirit Snake yesterday, your thoughts and your actions seem to be conflicting."

Upon hearing this, Qinglin's strange pupils suddenly glowed with a light green luster, and the three tiny teardrop-shaped spots shrank violently.

Hun Ruoruo's words pierced Qinglin's heart like a sharp thorn. Just as she said, Qinglin, who originally thought that he was just an ordinary person at best, was already extremely shaken after experiencing the flattery of the mercenary group members yesterday.

Respect, awe, and flattery. When Qinglin enjoyed these gazes that could only be seen on big figures like the captain, the so-called dullness and ordinariness had long been thrown behind her mind like a joke.
She wasn't proud, but she was certainly happy.

So, she didn't really like being ordinary, she just never expected better treatment, that's all.

"me."

Qinglin unconsciously clenched his hands together until they turned white, and the arms that were originally covered by the camouflage fighting skills were covered with the light scales they once had.

She subconsciously raised her head, and her charming three-flowered pupils met the gemstone eyes as bright as the sea of ​​stars. Then she felt like she was stuck in a quagmire, unable to escape the other person's sight.

In just a moment, the depths of Qinglin's pupils had turned into a void, and it was obvious that he had completely fallen into despair.

"The deal is done."

Gently licking her pink lips, Hun Ruoruo gently helped Qinglin lift up her messy hair and whispered:
"Have a good sleep, little Qinglin~"

She is generous with her kindness, but it is not a free donation either.

The price is the reason for giving alms.

(End of this chapter)