Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 247: Floating Clouds Can't Blind Your Eyes

More than half a month has passed in a hurry. It seems to be a relatively ample time, but in fact it is always like a long stream, flying by inadvertently.

The three-year agreement has passed in a flash.

It can be said that today's battle will largely determine Xiao Zhan's whereabouts and the future of the Xiao family.

If he fails, even if he still has a chance to start over, Xiao Yan's mentality will be greatly damaged, and he may even fall into a state of depression for a long time.
Although the competition was promised when they were young and frivolous, compared to Nalan Yanran, Xiao Yan obviously shouldered much more.

He cannot afford to lose.

At daybreak, Xiao Yan sat up from the bed, straightened the sheets and folded the quilts meticulously.

He fetched some water, washed, exercised, and then put on the same neat black shirt as before.

This goes on day after day, without any change, and the feeling of impending storm does not change.

"The second hurdle is finally coming."

After finishing all this, Xiao Yan sneered, his expression showing no sign of nervousness or anger at all, he was extremely restrained.

Always remain calm when facing important events. Although the previous accumulation may not show its effect on a normal day, when the critical moment comes, the tempering of your mind and character is undoubtedly the most effective auxiliary tool.

Looking back at the naive promise made to avenge his father when he broke off the engagement three years ago, Xiao Yan not only did not feel it was childish, but instead felt fortunate that his original intention remained unchanged.

Xiao Yan likes this feeling. He has the power to decide his own destiny, and naturally, he will also bless everyone around him.
And willing to risk everything for it.

Looking out from the training room, the favorable geographical location of the Miter family allowed him to clearly see the snow-covered peaks outside the imperial capital, standing tall and majestic, with sword light flowing.

"The Yunlan Sect has been hiding its strength for three years, waiting only for today."

After saying that, the boy turned around and slowly walked out of the room.

The three-year agreement is just a superficial appearance. Compared to this so-called competition, he has a more important burden.

But for now, we still have to keep our feet on the ground and climb slowly.

The Yunlan Sect, as the most powerful force in the Jia Ma Empire, is only dozens of miles away from the imperial capital. It can be said that they are almost right next to each other, like two giants confronting each other.

On the road from the imperial capital to the Yunlan Sect, the flow of people coming and going was obviously quite dense. Xiao Yan walked slowly and leisurely, dressed in a black shirt, looking relaxed and carefree, and seemed to be no different from the passengers around him.

The only difference, perhaps, was his surprisingly slow pace.

The wide and unobstructed roads of the imperial capital were naturally not as congested as they were in Wutan City in the past. Even if Xiao Yan walked slowly, he would not make the people around him unhappy.

However, the endless stream of men, women, young and old, as they hurried past, would always glance back inadvertently, as if they were curious about the boy's peculiar behavior.

That feeling, seemingly ordinary, yet seemingly transcendent, completely at odds with the surrounding urban atmosphere, until he slowly walked out of the imperial capital and finally embarked on the journey to the Yunlan Sect. On the way to the place known as the sect's holy land, Xiao Yan's transcendent aura was gradually absorbed into his body.

Therefore, when he looked at him again, apart from the relaxed expression on his face, the boy's image was no different from the pilgrim-like crowd around him.

In the bustling world, he was pure and elegant, but in the spiritual land, he became just an ordinary person. The expansion and contraction of his aura finally made Xiao Yan completely adapt to his current cultivation and strength. His mind was stable and he was no longer blinded by superficial things.

The sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the sea of ​​clouds that had been accumulating for years on Mount Yunlan. Xiao Yan paused slightly, then stepped firmly on the stone steps. His shadow was left behind, stretching very long.

"I am coming"

At the end of the stone steps leading to heaven, there is mist and clouds. The huge square is paved with bluestone, which looks simple and majestic. In the most conspicuous position of the square, there stands a huge stone tablet that is solemn and majestic.

It was covered with dense handwriting, recording the names of all the past leaders of the Yunlan Sect and those who had made significant contributions to the sect. Sects without a long history would not dare to do this.

Looking across the entire square, there were more than a thousand people sitting on the edge, forming a semicircle. They were all dressed in moon-white robes with the familiar cloud and sword logo on their cuffs, faintly carrying a hint of sword intent.

Although the sword intent was weak, with the support of thousands of people, it was completely enough to be comparable to the top-level Douhuang level powerhouses. The several leading elders were all extraordinary in momentum, showing the sect's foundation without a doubt.

However, Yun Yun and the other two who were supposed to sit on the sect leader's seat had left the most central position vacant. Only Nalan Yanran was sitting alone on the stone platform at the bottom, which looked quite strange.

"How could Miss Ruoruo, as the deputy sect leader, be absent from such an important occasion?"

Looking at the scene in the distance in surprise, Hai Bodong, who was sitting in the spectator seats, frowned and couldn't help feeling a little doubtful.

Turning his head, Hai Bodong looked at Jia Xingtian, who was wearing a gorgeous robe, and both saw confusion in each other's eyes. Obviously, Hun Ruoruo's late arrival also made the other party feel a little confused.

"A fire boy and a water girl, both of them are crazy. Who knows what they are planning. It's better for me not to get involved."

Looking at the young figure slowly walking up the stone steps, Hai Bodong seemed to recall something, his face twitched, and he sighed secretly.

The Yunlan Sect is involved with these two people, and who knows what will happen to alarm the empire. For now, we can only wait and see what the madman who showed up first will do.
As the steady footsteps gradually grew louder, a ray of light suddenly appeared from the sky, passing through the thick clouds and falling directly at the end of the stone steps.

Seeing this scene, Nalan Yanran's bright and tense eyes suddenly opened, staring at the stone steps. Her originally calm heart was inexplicably disturbed for a few seconds.

The next moment, a tall and thin figure finally appeared in the sight of countless people.

The young man's eyes swept across the entire room, lingering only for a moment on Hai Bodong and Nalan Yanran, before finally looking at the empty chair that symbolized the status of the sect leader.

He lifted his foot slightly, then slowly lowered it, making a rather heavy leap. After doing this twice, the low sound of his footsteps echoed in the silent square.

After two leaps, the young man raised his head, ignored Nalan Yanran's gaze, stared at the word "Frost" placed in front of the empty seat, and spoke softly.

"Xiao Family, Xiao Yan!"

(End of this chapter)