Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 441: Canaan College, here to collect debts! (4k, please vote for the monthly ticket!!)

"Xiang, sir."

"Ms. sir~"

"Ms. sir."

The girl's sweet call echoed in his mind again and again, making Xiao Yan feel dizzy and even slowing down his speed.

He was called "husband" again.
Without the emotional loss of the initial period, nor the self-abandonment in the Xinyan world, she just spoke frankly about the intimacy without even the slightest hesitation.

Does this mean you like me?
Xiao Yan couldn't tell either.

"Hey, Xiao Yan, stop now! You're about to run into the crowd!"

The urgent reminder in his ears startled Xiao Yan and he quickly came back to his senses.

Looking forward again, he saw the huge auction house that he had caught a glimpse of when he first entered the Black Horn Region. It had appeared in front of him again without him noticing when.

"Eight doors?"

Xiao Yan was stunned at first, but soon he understood and said thoughtfully:

"I forgot that the Blood Sect's power is so close to the Eight Gates. With so many people and eyes, it seems a bit tricky."

Hearing this, Zi Yan and Elder Huo looked at each other, and couldn't help revealing some doubts, and whispered:

"From what you said, could it be that you have been here before?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yan nodded. "When Ruoruo and I first came to Canaan Academy together, we stopped here once. I have a rough idea of ​​the surrounding environment."

Seeing this, Zi Yan's curiosity grew even more intense, and she couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do? It's been so long now, even with the Sect Master's Ring, I'm afraid those people won't listen to you, right?"

You know, in a place like the Black Horn Region where gangs eat each other, even a force created by a Douhuang strongman will be disintegrated and replaced at a rapid speed once it loses its leader, not to mention that Fan Lao has disappeared for nearly two years.

In such a situation, if they still dared to enter with the sect leader's token, they would probably be surrounded by countless guards at the first sight, and there would be no chance of sneaking in.

Playing with the storage ring in his hand, Xiao Yan was not impatient at all. Instead, he showed a playful smile and said softly:

"I can also do disguise fighting skills."

After half an incense stick of time, a long team of more than ten people had swaggered around the small path and walked on the street of the Blood Clan.

Even though they had experienced the power of Hun Ruoruo's disguise fighting skills before, everyone at this moment still couldn't help but marvel at its horror.

Looking at the unresponsive expressions of the people around them, the elders who were usually stern and aloof couldn't help but feel an irrepressible curiosity.

First they moved their bodies carefully, then they walked normally, and finally they didn't even bother to be cautious. They walked through the gate of the Blood Sect without any hesitation and went straight inside.

This magical effect of turning decay into magic completely convinced several elders who had originally had some reservations about Xiao Yan becoming the team leader.

"Boy, you're amazing! You managed to sneak into the Blood Sect so easily. Now tell me, what should we do next?"

After entering the corner area and seeing that there was no one around, an elder finally couldn't contain his excitement and immediately asked in a low voice.

This extremely thrilling experience made the old man's blood boil, and he even regained some of the reckless impulsiveness of his youth.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan glanced at the crowd of people who were patrolling from time to time in the distance, and then his expression remained unchanged as he said calmly:

"The exact combat strength of the Blood Clan is still unknown, and my disguise skills would be at great risk of being exposed in front of a Douhuang-level expert. Now that I'm inside, I might as well take this opportunity to test the waters here."

He took out a token inlaid with a blood-red gem from the ring, and immediately injected a trace of soul power into it, silently sensing the movements inside.

In a short moment, the originally dim patterns on the token suddenly burst out with crimson light, as if surrounded by a faint blood aura, which was extremely eerie and strange.

Forces like the Blood Clan, which have been entrenched in the Black Horn Region for a long time, are all, without exception, incredibly wealthy, and as the clan leader, Fan Lao naturally has many valuable treasures.

The Blood Clan's token is the core of its control over the formation, and is also the basis for the Blood Clan to remain standing!
Carefully sensing the operation of the formation, Xiao Yan suddenly opened his eyes and said helplessly: "I haven't sensed any aura above the Douhuang level in the Sect Master's Mansion yet. It seems that the two elders, Jin and Yin, are not here for the time being."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, all the elders were stunned. The Blood Clan was so big but didn't even have a Dou Huang. Wouldn't it be a waste of all their efforts to infiltrate?
Elder Huo frowned and said, "Boy, since Elders Jin and Yin are not here, why don't we just destroy this Blood Sect and rush to Miss Ruoruo and Elder Su Qian in advance?"

"No, alerting the enemy in advance might affect the battle situation in Fengcheng."

Xiao Yan shook his head and rejected this plan without any hesitation.

Going deep into the enemy's lair is a risky move. If we reveal our strength here, the enemy will be in the dark while we are in the light. I am afraid we will not even be able to seize the initiative.
"This"

As expected, after listening to Xiao Yan's analysis, many elders who were originally ready to fight suddenly fell into a rather embarrassing situation, and for a moment they even felt a sense of frustration that they had the power but nowhere to use it.

Seeing that the situation had reached a stalemate, Xiao Yan's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly activated the token again, carefully exploring the countless figures in the Blood Sect.

Time passed minute by minute, and just when many elders were about to find another way, Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly flashed with a strong look of surprise, and then he locked his perception firmly on the Blood Clan Hall.

Two naked figures were seen entangled with each other at the side of the hall, and the aura emanating from the pale young man who was venting his anger was exactly the same as the Blood Clan token in his hand!
"Although we weren't able to find the traces of the two elders, Jin and Yin, it seems we have found a rather interesting person."

Putting away the token, Xiao Yan's eyes were icy. He turned towards the old men, clasped his fists, and said in a deep voice:
"Elders, this is about Canaan Academy. Please lend me a hand!"

Hearing this, the elders who were already quite interested suddenly had a cold light in their eyes, and an invisible terrifying aura gradually gathered on the old figures.

The revenge of Canaan Academy has begun!

Two hours later.

Blood Clan, the clan leader’s residence.

A handsome young man with pale skin was standing anxiously outside the door. His trembling hands hinted at his inner unrest.

This person was none other than Fan Ling, the young master of the Blood Sect. Ever since Fan Lao's death, his status had plummeted. If it weren't for his two Dou Wang-level 'blood slaves' guarding him, his Dou Ling strength alone would have made it difficult for him to resist the encroachment of other sects.

Because of this, this huge and coveted foundation was soon targeted by the two elders, Gold and Silver, and subsequently became one of the vassals of the 'Gold and Silver Alliance'.

If Fan Lao had not been cunning and always carried the secrets of the Blood Clan with him, Fan Ling, who was no longer of any use, would have been easily killed by the two of them.

Knowing he was a puppet, the muddle-headed Fan Ling completely lost himself in the beauty of women, reveling every night, no longer caring about cultivation and the affairs of the Blood Clan. It was only through a strange combination of circumstances that he barely managed to save his life.
Fan Ling clenched his palms slightly, took a deep breath, and there seemed to be a flash of resentment in his eyes that did not dissipate for a long time.

"Report!"

Just as Fan Ling was lost in thought, a hurried shout suddenly came from a distance, and then a man with gold and silver cloud patterns on his chest ran quickly into the hall.

"Young Sect Master, Mr. Jin Yin has arrived." The man clasped his fists slightly and said indifferently.

Looking at the gold and silver lines on the man's body, Fan Ling's eyes darkened, but returned to normal after a moment, and he said with great joy:

"Haha, Mr. Jin Yin can come to see us despite his busy schedule. It really makes our Blood Clan proud. Quickly bring this young master to meet them!"

"Yes."

The man responded casually, then cast a slightly disdainful look at the pale young man, obviously despising him.

He had clearly practiced the secrets of the Blood Sect, but he was only obsessed with beauty. If it weren't for the blood slaves left by Fan Lao to protect him, I'm afraid no one in the Blood Sect would obey his orders.

In the man's opinion, betraying the Blood Clan and joining the Gold and Silver Alliance was the best choice he had ever made in his life.

However, just as the man was about to lead Fan Ling to meet them, two strange laughs suddenly came from outside the hall in the distance.

"My dear nephew, it's been only a few days since we last met, yet you've invited us two to the Blood Sect again. Are you not satisfied with the slave girl you sent earlier?"

Before he finished speaking, two figures made of gold and silver appeared silently in the hall, their movements were surprisingly coordinated.

There is no doubt that these two are the chief accomplices in the attack on Canaan College, the two elders Jin and Yin!
"Haha, you two leaders are joking. I think the purpose of inviting you two here should be fully stated in the letter."

Supporting his frail body and bowing his head, Fan Ling forced a smile and said respectfully.

"You mean to say that you really want to pass on the 'blood slave' method to the two of us?"

Upon hearing this, a trace of greed flashed across the eyes of the two elders, Jin and Yin. After pondering for a moment, they turned suspiciously and said:
"My dear nephew, you usually keep your mouth shut about this blood slave method. Why are you breaking your habit today and revealing it?"

"I will always keep in mind the care that the Alliance Leader has given me and will never forget it."

Cold sweat continued to appear on his forehead. Fan Ling's voice trembled as he explained with a stiff upper lip:

"With a beautiful woman by his side, this so-called blood slave is nothing more than a target of concern. Instead of constantly being on guard against murder, it would be better to offer him to you two as a way of repaying your kindness."

As he spoke, as if feeling a little unsure, the handsome young man actually revealed a morbid and evil smile, which made the subordinates beside him feel a chill.

After hearing this, the worries of the two elders, Jin and Yin, were immediately mostly gone. They even ignored the other party's slightly strange behavior, thinking that it was just weakness caused by excessive indulgence.

"Alright, alright! My dear nephew, once we have mastered the 'blood slave' technique, you will definitely be there for us, whether we are slave girls or snake people!"

Greed filled the eyes of the two elders, Jin and Yin, as they praised with a loud laugh, finally revealing their covetous look without disguising it.

The blood slaves refined through secret techniques are far more powerful and loyal than the servants recruited. Even ordering them to die is just a matter of a word.

Once he acquires this kind of skills, his reputation as Mr. Jin Yin will definitely surpass that of Han Feng!

Seeing this, Fan Ling bowed again and said flatteringly: "It is not appropriate to teach here. I hope the two leaders will come to my father's mansion for a discussion."

"Well, my dear nephew, you are thoughtful."

He chuckled softly, but the two elders, Jin and Yin, did not doubt the young man's behavior at all.

After all, with the strength of the two of them, plus their control over the Blood Sect, it is impossible for them to pose any threat at all, not to mention that Fan Ling is just a puppet with the cultivation level of a Dou Ling, it is a pipe dream for him to make any waves.

However, what the two elders, Jin and Yin, did not know was that the moment they walked into the mansion, the previously extremely respectful Fan Ling suddenly revealed a trace of twisted resentment and viciousness.

As we walked into the mansion, the air seemed to become more humid, with a strong stench of decay, as if it was the sticky blood plasma accumulated over the years.

"My dear nephew, this place is extremely dark, and there is a barrier that isolates your senses. If you don't have a blood slave to protect you, it's better not to come here alone."

He smiled cheerfully, and the two elders, Jin and Yin, narrowed their eyes slightly, but suddenly sensed something strange.

Fan Ling, who had been extremely submissive, now had no response at all. The entire clan leader's residence seemed to have become silent, as if it was in endless darkness.

"Who is here?!"

Realizing that something was wrong, the two elders, Jin and Yin, changed their expressions and suddenly blasted out a stream of fighting spirit forward, trying to smash through the entire mansion.

However, the attacks of the two Douhuang peak-level cultivators suddenly disappeared without a trace when they touched the edge of the wall, as if they had been swallowed up and no sound was heard from them.

Seeing this strange scene, the two elders, Jin and Yin, lost their previous indifference and immediately urged their fighting skills to merge into one.

However, the next moment, a scene that he would never forget in his life suddenly appeared before his eyes——

The original wall suddenly became distorted, and then disappeared into thin air in an instant, transforming into a series of old figures wearing Canaan Academy uniforms.

Green, orange, purple, black. Countless fighting wings flashing with brilliant light bloomed like the sickle of death, which was dazzling to the eyes.

"Old Master Jin and Old Master Yin, long time no see."

The leading young man in black shirt carried a huge ruler on his shoulder and stepped forward slowly, a hint of playfulness in his dark eyes.
"After two years, Canaan College came to collect the debt."

In an instant, the faces of the two elders, Jin and Yin, turned pale.
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