In the ancestral hall of the Soul Saint Clan, Su Yu and the heroic woman stood in the last row.
Her name is Yan Feiying, and she is from a saint clan on the edge of the Tianzi Realm. Although her overall strength is far inferior to that of the soul saint clan, she is able to make an exception because of her proficiency in ancestral arts, which are of great benefit to those who practice soul secret arts.
Marry in.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for Yan Feiying to step into the threshold of the Soul Saint Clan.
At the same time in the ancestral hall, there were several other young people from the Soul Saint Clan, most of whom were women. Plus Su Yu, there were only three men.
Linghu Yang is the eldest contemporary among them, but he is the least effective.
Other tribesmen are working hard to learn the ancestral soul skills, hoping to become a unique soul powerhouse as soon as possible.
But Linghu Yang was obsessed with alchemy, and often caused the Soul Saints to make a fuss, causing his ancestors to blow their beards and glare, and even aroused the contempt of his peers.
"Hey! Big brother is actually here? How strange!" Not long after they arrived, several younger brothers and sisters who were whispering to each other suddenly noticed Linghu Yang coming in.
One of them, a young man with a crew cut and purple hair, had a look of surprise and ridicule.
He is Linghuyang's cousin Linghujie. He has already cultivated the soul ancestor technique to the third level. Compared with Linghuyang, who is still at the first level, he is not much stronger.
In addition, Linghuyang was not doing his job properly, so he was naturally targeted by Linghujie all day long and made sarcastic comments from time to time.
Su Yu glanced at him and remained silent.
First of all, if you don't know him, and you have a rash conflict, you might expose yourself.
Secondly, he was scolding Linghu Yang, what does it have to do with him and Su Yu? Just scold him if you like, the more aggressive the better.
Seeing that Linghu Yang remained silent, Linghujie smiled and said sarcastically: "Where did you get the courage to practice the soul ancestor technique today? Oh, I understand, it was given to you by your sister-in-law, right?"
Linghujie's eyes drifted to Yan Feiying who was aside, his greedy eyes flashed past.
Among the three brothers, only Linghuyang is married.
Moreover, the wife he found was beautiful, virtuous, and graceful, making it difficult not to envy him.
Su Yu closed his eyes and said nothing, letting him say whatever he wanted. Anyway, as long as he entered the secret cultivation room and learned the ancestral skills.
"Shut up! Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Yan Feiying scolded, protecting her husband's reputation.
There was something strange in her heart. Aren't husbands usually the most intolerant of being provoked? They would argue or even fight with them at the slightest confrontation?
Why are you so calm today?
When did he become so calm?
Linghujie also felt strange. He really wanted Linghuyang to get angry and attack him.
Anyway, it must be Linghu Yang who ends up with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
As his cousin, Linghujie has been dissatisfied with this cousin for a long time.
Just because he has a husband, all good resources belong to him, and he even has such a good wife.
"Hey, sister-in-law, when we members of the Soul Saint Clan are talking, when will it be your turn for a small Saint Clan to interrupt?" Linghujie said in a strange tone: "You have been in the Soul Saint Clan for a long time and don't regard yourself as an outsider.
Alright?"
It has been hundreds of years since Yan Feiying was married, but she has never been treated as a wife.
The Soul Saints consider themselves noble, and it is difficult for outsiders to blend in.
"That's right!" A cousin with a plump appearance did not hide her contempt: "You don't even look at your background, and you dare to show your prestige to our Soul Saint Clan?"
Su Yu's eyebrows finally frowned.
There's no need to be so mean, right?
Yan Feiying didn't say anything, she just defended her husband.
Linghu Yang lived a very useless life in the Soul Saint Clan, and he would dare to bully any of his cousins.
Yan Feiying pressed her red lips together tightly and said nothing, but there was great sadness and sadness that no one knew in her eyes.
"Okay! You two should stop saying a word." Finally, someone was willing to stand up and speak for them.
That was another cousin of Linghu Yang, and Linghu Yun was also one of the only three men from the Soul Saint Clan.
He was a man of few words, but extremely dignified. Once he spoke, his cousins and cousins fell silent.
Linghu Yun said calmly: "My eldest brother was poisoned by the Nine-Death Troll when he was trying to save us. Not only is his body fragile, but his mind is also occasionally unclear."
"Those of us who have benefited from his kindness, shouldn't we be grateful in return?"
When Su Yu heard this, he was slightly surprised. No wonder 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 was really an outstanding young man with both wisdom and talent.
His talent was extremely high, and when everyone was still unable to withstand the Soul Ancestral Technique, he was able to start learning it and successfully reached the first level.
But the good times didn't last long. A mysterious man named the Nine-Death Troll suddenly descended on the Soul Saint Clan and massacred its people.
Most of the juniors were brutally attacked, and when he finally attacked Linghuyang and others, it was Linghuyang who used the first-level soul ancestral technique to delay him and give them a chance to escape and seek shelter from their elders.
Linghu Yangsheng was hit by a palm. Although he was lucky enough to be saved by the elders who arrived in time, he was seriously injured and fell into a coma.
When he woke up, it was already ten years later. Not only was his body severely injured, but his soul was also severely damaged. He became crazy and was no longer the high-spirited Linghu Yang he once was.
"Third brother, I don't like it when you say that." Linghujie said disapprovingly: "Save our ancestor, without him taking action, who can stop the nine-death troll?"
Linghu Yun said coldly: "As a human being, you need to be grateful!"
"Haha!" Linghujie's lips curled up: "Thank you? Are you thinking about your sister-in-law? Don't think I don't know. You have always coveted your sister-in-law, so you tried your best to get close to her."
It was clear that he had evil intentions, but he used his own slander to slander Linghu Yun to defend Linghu Yang, which was for an impure purpose.
Linghu Yun lowered his arms across his chest and said calmly: "Second brother, you have passed. Don't slander my sister-in-law's innocence."
"Oh? You still want to squaring off with me? Okay!" Linghujie smiled teasingly: "I know, you have always been unconvinced by me!"
Linghu Yun's eyes turned pale, and he was clearly using the realm of the soul saints, preparing to compare with them.
Linghujie rolled up his sleeves and sneered: "Come on! I'll make you convinced..."
But suddenly.
Linghuyang, who had been silent all this time, unexpectedly rushed forward with a vigorous stride.
Linghujie glanced sideways and smiled contemptuously: "Don't be embarrassed by this waste! Your soul is frozen!"
His eyes flashed, and a wave of soul surged from his eyes.
During this period, Linghu Yang was not given any time to escape, and it disappeared directly into his mind.
However, how powerful is Su Yu's soul?
Among his peers, there were few who could compare with him. Linghujie's soul attack could not hurt him at all.
He only felt something flashing through his soul, but nothing was different anymore.
He kept walking and stepped over. Linghu Jie was caught off guard and punched him in the face, causing his nose to bleed.
Then he raised his foot, kicked him to the ground, and stepped on his chest.
Looking at him with a face full of blood and a surprised expression, Su Yu was as cold as ice: "There is a limit to human patience, don't mess with me!"