Chapter 2: The Resurrected Father
The young girl softly spoke her thoughts in the gentlest tone, which should have been an infinitely beautiful and longed-for thing.
However, upon hearing her words, Soul Huan's body trembled violently, and he collapsed where he was as if all his strength had been drained, unable to even muster the thought of moving a finger.
“You… You!”
Hun Ruo Ruo showed a curious expression: “Oh, Young Master Soul Huan, your strength is quite good. To be able to speak after being hit by my Soul Seizing Art. Unfortunately, with your Dou King strength that you can’t use, it’s better for you to give up struggling obediently. The more you struggle, the faster your Soul will be devoured.”
Soul Huan looked terrified and roared, “Soul Seizing Art? Soul Skill? You wild girl with not even a trace of Bloodline Power, where did you secretly learn a Soul Skill?!”
Soul Skills, even within the Soul Clan, which is known for its Soul Power, can be considered the most precious type of Dou Technique. If one looks at the Dou Qi Continent, they can even be described as “extinct.”
The rarity of such Dou Techniques is even higher than ordinary Flying Combat Skills and Earth Rank Cultivation Techniques, so it’s no wonder Soul Huan was so surprised.
“Oh dear, it’s fine to be furious, but to attack me based on my background? Can’t I learn Soul Skills if I don’t have Bloodline Power? Is the Soul Clan’s Bloodline Power that precious?”
“Dare to insult the Soul Clan’s Bloodline, you wretched girl! If your words were heard by other Soul Clan members, they would pull out your Soul and make you suffer the burning of Soul Fire for eternity!”
Hearing this, Hun Ruo Ruo narrowed her eyes, lightly leaped up in her small cloth shoes, and kicked the collapsed Soul Huan, making him fall completely to the ground.
“Still daring to threaten me, I must say… your loyalty as a dog is truly commendable. It’s just a pity that you’ll have to save those words to tell the ancestors of the Soul Clan in Hell, won’t you?”
“... An ungrateful wretch!”
Soul Huan’s Soul Power was absorbed even more by the Soul Seizing Art due to his excessive emotions. At this point, he was barely breathing, but he still defiantly cursed the condescending young girl.
“Ungrateful?” Hun Ruo Ruo chuckled, “Young Master Huan, even if Ruo Ruo is an ungrateful wretch, I’m afraid it has nothing to do with you, does it? Weren’t you the first to mock me just now?”
“Ruo Ruo is just a weak little village girl, how could I possibly speak with the Clan Chief? Don’t you agree…?”
“... Wretch, even if you were lucky enough to cultivate a Soul Skill, Sword Soul Mountain is not something you can cross. Once my Soul Imprint extinguishes, the Commander will immediately notice, and then, I will make you understand the consequences of offending my Soul Clan!”
Haven’t even spoken or fought, and already bringing up your background?
Hun Ruo Ruo pouted a little disappointedly. Just as she was about to say something, her eyes quietly darkened a few shades. Although there was no sound around, she instinctively looked behind her—
She saw a handsome man with the appearance of an elegant scholar, who had appeared at some point not far behind them. He was dressed in greyish-white clothes, sitting somewhat lazily on a stone stool, looking so leisurely and refined as if he had been watching this farce for a long time.
There wasn't a trace of Aura fluctuation on his body. If not for his exceptionally refined temperament and appearance, he might have been mistaken for a mundane Young Master who had never cultivated Dou Qi.
The originally intrigued elegant scholar saw the young girl look at him, and immediately let out a soft “hmm,” saying, “Ruo Ruo’s perception is truly outstanding; it even surprises me.”
The elegant scholar’s eyes were bright and profound, almost identical to Hun Ruo Ruo’s. Perhaps with the addition of age, his eyes possessed a special Aura that seemed to see through people, making ordinary individuals almost lack the courage to meet his gaze.
After only a brief glance, Hun Ruo Ruo withdrew her gaze, somewhat irritably kicking away the half-dead Soul Huan beneath her, and said, “You still came.”
“Haha, you still used ‘Your Excellency’ for Soul Huan, but why ‘you’ for me instead?”
“I didn’t expect Your Excellency to be someone who nitpicks over wording. Ruo Ruo apologizes to Your Excellency in advance.”
“No matter. Today is your coming-of-age ceremony test day, isn’t it only natural for me to come? It’s you, speaking such rebellious words. According to the Soul Clan’s rules, you should be heavily punished.”
Soul Huan, who was barely clinging to life, heard the elegant scholar’s words and immediately used his last ounce of strength to force himself to look at the stone stool in the distance, hoarsely saying:
“Your Excellency, may I ask what Your Excellency’s relationship is with this woman? She insulted my Soul Clan and ambushed an elder; her crimes are unforgivable!”
“Relationship?” After hearing the other party’s intermittent words, the elegant scholar smiled and said, “Well, in that case, I suppose I am the father she said had died more than ten years ago.”
Even though she resented the elegant scholar before her intensely, Hun Ruo Ruo’s face showed a hint of unnaturalness. She had completely not expected that this sentence had also been heard by the other party.
Was this like, cursing her own father to death to his face?
“This wretch… she won’t even spare her own father; she truly is a sinister and poisonous woman!”
A thought flashed through Soul Huan’s mind. His last shred of hope, which he had clung to, completely vanished. He simply yelled venomously, “Don’t look at yourself like this! If the Commander… finds out about you and her… you’ll both die!”
“Both die, huh…” Hun Ruo Ruo’s expression was playful, and she whispered, “Young Master Huan, you are still so interesting. I almost can’t bear to kill you.”
Soul Huan looked at the elegant scholar who slowly stood up in the distance, hands behind his back, his gaze bewildered.
The elegant scholar sighed softly, “Ruo Ruo, don’t tease him anymore. Although this person spoke rudely, he is, after all, loyal to my Soul Clan.”
“This person plotted against me and cursed you. Aren’t you angry?”
“Mere empty words. To be fair, it was you, girl, who first feigned your strength… In this Dou Qi Continent, only the strong are worthy of respect from others. If you hadn’t hidden your strength, these farces naturally wouldn’t have happened.”
“... Yes, everything you say is right.” The young girl’s tone suddenly returned to its previous sweetness, but upon closer listening, it seemed to contain a faint hint of perfunctoriness.
In fact, it was exactly so. Hun Ruo Ruo simply couldn’t be bothered to listen to the other party’s hypocritical grand theories. Even setting aside her understanding of him from her previous life, a cheap father who had only appeared before her twice in over ten years—no matter what he said, it wouldn’t stir any emotion in Hun Ruo Ruo’s heart.
Knowing that the other party had no intention of listening to him, the elegant scholar smiled helplessly.
He flicked a finger, and Soul Huan, who was already half-buried in the coffin, seemed to be enchanted by some immortal magic. His whole body emitted a strange glow, and in just a moment, Soul Huan’s Soul, which had been severely damaged by the Dou Technique, was completely reassembled internally.
“Tsk, I originally wanted to see if this guy named Soul Huan could really self-destruct his Soul Imprint…” Looking at Soul Huan, who was brought back to life, Hun Ruo Ruo felt an inexplicable regret. Her malicious fun was clearly not going to be realized.
As the two fell silent, Soul Huan, whose Soul had been repaired, gradually regained consciousness. He stood up in disbelief, quietly moved his body, and the throbbing of his heart and Bloodline constantly impacted his brain. A thought that he could barely believe appeared in his mind.
Without time to think carefully, Soul Huan cupped his fists, asking nervously, “Dare, dare I ask who Your Excellency is?”
The elegant scholar’s voice was still clean and mellow, as if reuniting with a long-lost friend:
“I am Soul Heaven Emperor.”
