Battle Through the Heavens: The Soul Emperor's Only Daughter, I Am the Young Master of the Soul

Chapter 7 Clash, Threat

Yao Chen rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Little girl, the Soul Palace caused my death, and you still have the nerve to make such a request of me? Do you think I would agree to it?"

This girl has a thick skin. Knowing how he died, she still dared to keep him around. Isn't she afraid he'll secretly harm her?

Does she have something to rely on?

Thinking of this, Yao Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze towards Hun Qinghao filled with scrutiny.

"You won't agree?" Hun Qinghao frowned slightly, her purple eyes beginning to show hostility.

She never imagined that anyone would reject her. Before transmigrating, she was a rich heiress, pampered and spoiled, getting whatever she wanted. Although she was in a car accident at the age of eighteen and transmigrated to the prehistoric world as a twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus, she immediately went into seclusion and transformed into human form upon emerging from seclusion. She had never had any contact with the outside world, so this experience could be disregarded.

After being reborn in the Dou Qi Continent, she was the only daughter of the Soul Emperor and the esteemed young patriarch of the Soul Clan. In the Soul Realm, no one dared to refuse her requests, which made her personality increasingly domineering.

The domineering and spoiled young lady never expected that she, who always got whatever she wanted, would suffer a crushing defeat at the hands of a soul.

The young lady is very unhappy, and the consequences will be severe!

"From childhood to adulthood, there has never been anything that I, Hunqing, have longed for but could not obtain!"

"If I can't have it, then I don't mind destroying it!"

Hun Qing had a pair of unfathomable, crystal-clear purple eyes that seemed to hold countless ghosts. A barely perceptible cold smile played on her lips, and her voice was soft yet extremely dangerous.

Coupled with the black lotus formed from world-destroying black flames in her pale palm, the entire room was filled with a terrifying aura of destruction, and the surrounding space was cracking inch by inch.

The destructive power emanating from the World-Destroying Black Flame terrified Yao Chen, and his Bone Spirit Cold Flame was completely suppressed.

Seeing that Hun Qinghao was about to go berserk, Yao Chen turned and ran.

"That terrifying little girl! This old man can't withstand her torment; it's best to run!"

Just as Yao Chen, relying on his soul form, tried to pass through the door, Hun Qinghao raised her hand and the barrier she had hidden in the room was instantly activated, completely sealing off the space.

"Bang!"

The medicine dust crashed into the transparent barrier and was bounced back.

"You can't escape. You should be grateful that I didn't use the Soul-Locking Bracelet on you!" Hun Qinghao played with his fingers, and with a slight lift of his eyes, he appeared nonchalant yet exuded a strong sense of oppression.

"You... are only a three-star Dou Wang, how could you be in a spatial blockade?" Yao Chen suddenly turned around and looked at the calm and composed girl sitting there, his face full of shock.

You should know that even a Dou Zong expert cannot completely seal off space, but this strange girl can do it easily. It's terrifying!

"Spatial sealing, is that so difficult? I'm the young master of the Soul Clan, it's perfectly normal for me to know a little bit of the Soul Clan's secret techniques!"

Hun Qinghao spoke casually, as if the spatial control that only a Dou Zun powerhouse could fully grasp was as simple as drinking water and eating in her eyes.

Indeed, this was the case. Fortunately, Hun Qing had comprehended a trace of the laws of space during the primordial era. Later, she was struck by the Heavenly Dao and sent to the Dou Qi Continent. Her true form, the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus, continued to absorb the power of space as she traveled through time and space.

Therefore, spatial manipulation is simpler for Soul Masters than learning the secret techniques of the Soul Clan.

Yao Chen's heart clenched violently: "..."

The strange girl's words were quite disheartening for those who only fully mastered spatial sealing at the Dou Zun realm.

"If you had a physical body, I really couldn't do anything to you, but who told you to be just a soul now!" Hun Qinghao covered her mouth and chuckled softly, a hint of schadenfreude in her clear voice.

With the Soul Clan's secret techniques and all her treasures, she is specifically designed to counter soul beings; even a soul being with the strength of a Dou Zun would be useless against her.

"Little girl...you really have some tricks up your sleeve!" Yao Chen gritted his teeth in anger. She thinks she can bully him just because he's a soul?

Hun Qing smiled smugly, taking it as Yao Chen praising her.

She stood up, hands behind her back, and slowly walked to Yao Chen's side. She placed her small hand on his shoulder and said softly, "Yao Chen, I only value your status as an alchemist. I'm tired of the medicines Hun Xuzi makes; I just wanted a change!"

"Does your Soul Palace lack alchemists? Your young master doesn't even look at eighth-grade pills, my soul body can't supply you with them."

"Hmph, how can they compare to you!" Hun Qinghao pouted and snorted coldly.

Of all those alchemists, only Hun Xuzi's pills tasted alright; the rest were terribly unpalatable, making them almost impossible for this little girl, who ate pills like candy, to swallow.

Yao Chen, his face expressionless, said sarcastically, "Heh, should I thank the young master for his favor?"

Hun Qing didn't care at all; instead, she turned around gracefully and grabbed his hand.

"Let go!" Yao Chen tried to shake her off, but found that Hun Qing was surprisingly strong, and he couldn't even move.

Hun Qinghao tilted her head, looking serious, and said, "Since you can't escape, why don't you submit to me!"

"For you, I even spared Xiao Yan!"

Yao Chen was startled upon hearing this, his eyes widening in shock. Last night, when he absorbed Xiao Yan's Dou Qi, he had felt a chilling killing intent.

However, the killing intent quickly subsided. He thought he had misjudged it, but now it seems he was right. The killing intent last night was indeed emitted by this strange girl from the Soul Palace.

She wanted to kill Xiao Yan!

The thought struck Yao Chen with a mixture of shock and helplessness. So he had taken the blame for that little guy Xiao Yan, which was why he was targeted by this strange girl from the Soul Palace.

The girl's light and melodious voice continued to echo in the sealed space, "I gave up on a solution that would solve everything once and for all, and instead chose a path full of thorns. Whether I will end up with a bloody head is still unknown."

"I have sacrificed so much for you, if you cannot repay me..." Hun Qinghao paused slightly as she said this, and her smiling face immediately turned cold.

"Then don't blame me for imprisoning you in the Soul-Locking Bracelet forever!" Hun Qinghao's eyes flashed with coldness as he said in a chilling voice.

"Whatever, but if you want me to submit to the Soul Palace, don't even think about it!" Yao Chen's attitude was very firm, and there was absolutely no possibility of him joining the Soul Palace.

Hun Qinghao pursed her lips, clearly unhappy. She pulled out her last trump card, threatening, "You don't care about yourself, but don't you care about the entire Medicine Clan?"

"The Medicine Clan..." Upon hearing this name, Yao Chen was stunned. Some long-ago memories flashed through his mind, but they were all unpleasant ones.

Hun Qing relaxed, brushed her hair aside, sat down on the table, and swung her legs back and forth. "Over the past thousand years, the Xiao Clan, the Ling Clan, and the Shi Clan have all been wiped out. Father will never let the Yao Clan go either. The only one who can change Father's mind is me!"

"The Medicine Clan, the place where it all began..." Yao Chen looked up and sighed, his whole body filled with a strong sense of vicissitude, looking extremely desolate.

(End of this chapter)