Ruoruo's Perilous Situation

Two Ninth-grade Pills!

And one of them had been personally refined by Hun Xuzi—a Ninth-grade Pill!

Old Man Yao's appearance was like a massive boulder plunging into a lake, stirring up towering waves throughout the venue.

At this moment, every clan elder wore an astonished expression. At last, they set aside their reservations and began to take Hun Ruoruo's methods seriously.

One had to know that the competition for the Soul Clan's Young Clan Leader had always been one of the clan's foremost affairs. Even someone as powerful as the Clan Leader could not interfere lightly.

Certainly, given Hun Tiandi's current status and strength, no one would dare question him if he insisted on overriding all objections. But if he wished to truly earn the recognition of these old monsters, the status of "Imperial Daughter" was nothing more than an empty shell.

After all, in the Soul Clan, status mattered—but strength mattered even more!

Yet now, they could no longer ignore Hun Ruoruo's own influence.

Because—

She had relied on herself to win over the absolutely neutral Hun Miesheng and the Soul Cutting Hall!

She had relied on her own past adventures beyond the clan to draw in a Dou Saint who was also a Ninth-grade Alchemist!

Even Hun Xuzi, who had always been as elusive as a divine dragon, was very likely standing on her side!

Any one of these achievements, if placed in any previous election, would have been an absolute trump card capable of deciding the outcome. Yet Hun Ruoruo possessed all three.

Could it truly be the will of the times?

The Saints present were all crafty old foxes. Naturally, none of them would do anything that harmed their own interests or status. In just a moment, they suppressed the impulse Hun Yuantian had stirred within