At the same time.
In the ancestral hall of the Soul Saint Clan, Su Yu and the valiant woman stood in the last row.
Her name was Yan Feiying, and she came from a saint race at the edge of the Son of Heaven Realm. Although her overall strength was far inferior to that of the Soul Saint Race, she was proficient in ancestral arts that were extremely beneficial to those who cultivated in secret soul arts, so she was able to marry into the clan.
Otherwise, it would have been difficult for Yan Feiying to step into the Soul Saint Clan.
At the same time, there were several other young people of the Soul Saint Clan in the ancestral hall. Most of them were women, and there were only three men, including Su Yu.
Linghu Yang was the oldest among them, but he was the most useless.
The other clansmen worked hard to learn the ancestral techniques of soul, hoping to become independent soul experts one day.
But Linghu Yang was obsessed with refining elixirs, and he often caused chaos in the Soul Saint Clan, provoking the Ancestor and the disdain of his peers.
"Eh! Big brother is here? How strange! " Not long after they arrived, the younger brothers and sisters, who were whispering to each other, suddenly noticed Linghu Yang's arrival.
One of them, a purple-haired youth with a crew cut, looked surprised and mocking.
He was Linghu Yang's cousin, Linghu Jie, who had cultivated the ancestral technique of soul to the third stage. Compared to Linghu Yang, who was still at the first stage, he was much stronger.
Moreover, Linghu Yang did not attend to his duties, so he was naturally targeted by Linghu Jie, who mocked and ridiculed him from time to time.
Su Yu glanced at him and said nothing.
Firstly, he did not know him, and if he clashed with him rashly, he might expose himself.
Secondly, he was scolding Linghu Yang. What did it have to do with Su Yu? He could scold him all he wanted, and the fiercer the better.
Seeing that Linghu Yang was silent, Linghu Jie laughed mockingly. "Where did you get the courage to cultivate the ancestral technique of soul today? Oh, I get it. Did your wife give it to you? "
Linghu Jie's gaze drifted to Yan Feiying, and greed flashed in his eyes.
Among the three brothers, only Linghu Yang was married.
Moreover, his wife was beautiful, virtuous, and had a graceful figure. It was hard not to be envious.
Su Yu closed his eyes and said nothing. No matter what he said, as long as he entered the secret training room and learned the ancestral technique, everything would be fine.
"Shut up! Why are you talking so much nonsense? "Yan Feiying scolded to protect her husband's reputation.
She felt a little strange in her heart. Usually, wasn't her husband the one who couldn't stand being provoked and would argue with them or even fight with them at the slightest confrontation?
How could he be so calm today?
When did he become so calm?
Linghu Jie also felt that it was strange. He couldn't wait for Linghu Yang to fly into a rage and attack him.
In any case, the one with a bloody nose and a swollen face would definitely be Linghu Yang.
As his younger cousin, Linghu Jie had been dissatisfied with his older cousin for a long time.
Just because of this, all the good resources went to him, and he even married such a good wife.
"Yo, sister-in-law, when the people of our Soul Saint Clan are speaking, when did it become your turn to interrupt?" Linghu Jie said sarcastically, "You've been in the Sacred Souls Tribe for too long that you don't see yourself as an outsider anymore, do you?"
Yan Feiying had been married for more than a hundred years, but she had never been treated as a wife.
The Sacred Soul Race believed themselves to be high and mighty, and it was difficult for outsiders to integrate into their ranks.
"Exactly!" A chubby younger cousin didn't bother to hide her contempt. "Why don't you take a look at your own background? How dare you act so arrogantly in front of us, the Sacred Souls Tribe?"
Su Yu's brows finally furrowed.
Was there a need to be so mean?
Yan Feiying didn't say anything. She was just trying to protect her husband.
Linghu Yang had led such a cowardly life in the Sacred Souls Tribe that any of his cousins dared to bully and humiliate him.
Yan Feiying's red lips were tightly pressed together. She didn't say a word, but there was a great sorrow and sorrow in her eyes that no one could understand.
"Alright! The two of you should also speak less. "Finally, someone stood up and spoke for them.
It was Linghu Yang's other cousin, Linghu Yun, who was also one of the three males of the Sacred Souls Tribe.
He was a man of few words, but he was extremely dignified. As soon as he spoke, his cousins didn't make a sound.
Linghu Yun said calmly, "Big brother was hit by the Nine Deaths Giant Demon's poisonous palm in order to save us. Not only is his body weak, but his mind is also sometimes clouded."
"Shouldn't we, who received his kindness, be grateful to him?"
Su Yu suddenly understood why Linghu Yang's body was so weak. It turned out that he had an unknown past.
Yan Feiying cast a grateful look at Linghu Yun. It turned out that Linghu Yang really was an outstanding youth with both wisdom and talent.
He was extremely talented, and when everyone was still unable to bear the Soul Ancestral Technique, he could already start learning it and successfully reach the first stage.
However, good times didn't last long. A mysterious person called the Nine Deaths Giant Demon suddenly descended upon the Sacred Souls Tribe and slaughtered its people.
Most of the juniors were brutally murdered. When he finally attacked Linghu Yang and the others, it was Linghu Yang who used the first stage of the Soul Ancestral Technique to delay him, giving them a chance to escape and seek the protection of their elders.
Linghu Yang was hit by the palm. Although he was saved by the elders who rushed over in time, he was severely injured and unconscious.
When he woke up, ten years had passed. Not only was his body severely injured, but even his soul was severely damaged. He had become insane and was no longer the high-spirited Linghu Yang he used to be.
"Third brother, I'm not happy to hear you say that," Linghu Jie said disapprovingly. Linghu Jie said disapprovingly, "He saved our ancestor. Without him, who could stop the Nine Deaths Giant Demon?"
Linghu Yun said coldly, "One must be grateful!"
"Haha!" Linghu Jie curled his lips. "Grateful? You're thinking about sister-in-law, aren't you? Don't think I don't know that you've been coveting sister-in-law, and that's why you've been trying to get close to her. "
It was obvious that he harbored evil intentions, but he used his own judgment to slander Linghu Yun for protecting Linghu Yang with impure intentions.
Linghu Yun put down his crossed arms and said calmly, "Second brother, you've crossed the line. Don't slander sister-in-law's innocence."
"Oh? You still want to compete with me? Fine! "Linghu Jie laughed mockingly." I know that you've always been unconvinced by me! "
Linghu Yun's eyes turned pale. He was using the Sacred Souls Tribe's realm, ready to compete with Linghu Jie.
Linghu Jie raised his sleeves and laughed coldly. "Come on! I'll make you convinced … "
Suddenly …
Linghu Yang, who had been silent all this while, dashed forward.
Linghu Jie glanced sideways and laughed disdainfully. "Don't embarrass yourself, trash! Soul Freeze! "
His eyes flickered, and a wave of soul fluctuations rushed out from his eyes.
It did not give Linghu Yang any time to dodge, and it entered his mind directly.
However, how powerful was Su Yu's soul?
Among his peers, there were not many who could compare to him. Linghu Jie's soul attack could not hurt him at all.
He only felt something flash past his soul, and then nothing else.
Su Yu did not stop. He strode forward, and when Linghu Jie was caught off guard, he punched him in the face, causing his nose to bleed.
Then, he kicked him to the ground and stepped on his chest.
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