Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1029: Sister Ruan Shows Off Her Skills, Barehandedly Torments the Yin Yang Sect Leader

Chapter 1029: Chapter 1029: Sister Ruan Shows Off Her Skills, Barehandedly Torments the Yin Yang Sect Leader

The pervasive Dark Evil Energy surged in from outside the door, battering Qin Ruan with its ferocious power.

She stood erect, her back subconsciously stiffening and tightening.

Huo Zhi was the first to notice the slight change in Qin Ruan’s expression; she quickly stepped forward, radiating a cautious aura ready to confront the enemy.

"Who killed my Yin Yang Sect disciple?!"

An aged voice, yet as resounding as a tolling bell, emanated from outside.

The voice arrived before the person did.

Qin Ruan sensed the danger, as Nether Divine Power emerged uncontrollably from within her.

Her eyes were fixed tightly on the doorway, her gaze deep and dangerous.

In just a few seconds, an old man with white hair, dressed in a green Taoist robe, exuding an otherworldly air of detachment, appeared in everyone’s line of sight.

At first glance, the man had a benign countenance, but upon a closer look, one found his features eerie and unsettling, growing increasingly ferocious the longer they were observed.

Qin Ruan stared coldly at the old man, her voice icy, "So you are Master Cien? And it was you who allowed Yin Yang Sect disciples to run wild in West City, hurting my friend!"

Master Cien’s eyes, dark and menacing, squinted as he sized up Qin Ruan.

Seeing her youthful appearance and naive face, he did not take her seriously at all.

He scoffed coldly, "They are but a group of ignorant human beings. Each disciple of the Yin Yang Sect is a distinguished practitioner far beyond these mere mortals!"

"That’s no excuse for your wanton slaughter! Do you think West City is your South Ocean? Even if you’re a tiger here, you must lie down; even if you’re a dragon, you must prostrate before me!"

In Qin Ruan’s eyes, as clear as crystal, a cold light shot out, and upon closer inspection, there was a trace of fierceness in them.

She had a profound dislike for the old man before her, whether it was his outward appearance or the stench of Demonic Qi emanating from him.

Master Cien, with a glance over at Elder Jiang sitting inside the house, said disdainfully to Qin Ruan, "What a loud-mouthed little girl you are! You’re clearly not the one calling the shots. Find someone competent to talk to me. Without slaughtering West City today, I cannot quell the hatred in my heart!"

"Slaughter West City?" Qin Ruan’s pupils shrank slightly, and her delicate features darkened.

She had many unpleasant memories in West City, but this place was still where she had lived for eighteen years, and there were beautiful things and people worth cherishing in her heart, occasionally brought out for remembrance.

Master Cien waved his blue sleeves, and a wild wind instantly swept through the room.

This show of force was indeed intimidating.

Elder Jiang, along with Su Wang, Li Zilan, and Shen Ran, all showed looks of fear on their faces.

Only Huo Zhi, standing behind Qin Ruan, remained calm in her beautiful eyes, her stunning features undisturbed.

Master Cien coldly scanned every person in the room, then his gaze moved downward, focusing on Ayong, who was lying on the ground, barely breathing.

Ayong was not particularly noteworthy among his many disciples.

Given his injuries, even if he were to heal, he would be ruined and unable to cultivate any further.

Master Cien’s eyes darkened as he looked directly at the amiable and fearful face of Elder Jiang and said in a deep voice, "My Yin Yang Sect has lost twelve disciples today; let these wretched people of West City pay with their lives!"

Elder Jiang was just an ordinary man, a middle-aged man who was past his prime, no match for this follower of the Evil Path.

He immediately waved his hands at Master Cien, "I’m just a nobody, you’re looking for the wrong person."

Qin Ruan’s brows rose slightly as Master Cien mentioned the Yin Yang Sect losing twelve disciples?

Ayong was clearly still alive, and the bodies of the eleven Yin Yang Sect disciples she had slain earlier were lying properly outside.

It was evident that in Master Cien’s eyes, Ayong, a disciple whose cultivation was destroyed, was already a dead man.

Master Cien did not believe Elder Jiang’s words at all, thinking that he was being deceived. Anger rose in his heart. With a flick of his wide sleeve and a bellow, he declared, "If that’s the case, then you all shall die!"

In his view, everyone in the house deserved to die.

With Master Cien’s flick of his sleeve, a frenzy of wind rose within the house, and thick Demonic Qi filled every corner of the room.

Qin Ruan acted immediately, advancing toward Master Cien, her slender and lovely fingers forming seals swiftly.

Powerful Nether Divine Power, oppressive in its presence, spread out from her, instantly crushing Master Cien’s Dark Evil Energy.

Once Qin Ruan made her move, Cien instantly recognized her strength.

She was fully aware that she was the one upon whom these people relied, so she immediately unleashed more intense spellcasting and battle formations.

As the two fought, the cramped billiards hall was simply not spacious enough for their display.

"Boom!"

The roof was penetrated by the impact of Demonic Qi and Nether Power.

"Crack!"

The lights inside were shattered.

"Crash..."

The pool table was sliced in half by a Wind Blade, scattering colorful balls that clattered to the floor.

With sounds of cracking and crashing, the room was thrown into chaos, dust filling the air.

Seeing the situation worsening, Huo Zhi said to Jiang Lao Ye, Su Wang, and others, "Let’s get out of here so we don’t distract Madam."

None disagreed, as it was too dangerous inside.

They rushed toward the exit.

But after they came out, they found that it wasn’t peaceful outside either.

Wu Fan and her junior brother Yanxuan, who had appeared at the Huo Mansion a week ago, were locked in fierce combat with six disciples of the Yin Yang Sect, all clad in green Taoist robes.

This master and disciple pair were having a harder time fending off the surrounding Yin Yang Sect disciples than Qin Ruan inside was having dealing with Master Cien.

The Hidden Guards of the Huo Family stood by, weapons in hand, but did not rashly engage.

Upon seeing Huo Zhi emerge, they all shifted their gaze to him, waiting for his next command.

Huo Zhi gestured to them.

They were ordinary people, no match for these cultivators.

Receiving Huo Zhi’s signal, the Hidden Guards of the Huo Family retreated, giving Wu Fan and Yanxuan more room to maneuver.

The battle with the six Yin Yang Sect disciples was becoming increasingly difficult.

Seeing the dire situation at hand, Huo Zhi furrowed his brows deeply.

"Boom!"

Wu Fan was struck down to the ground by one of the Yin Yang Sect disciples, her body slamming hard against the floor.

Yanxuan saw this and his beautifully featured face turned cold, flames of anger igniting in his eyes.

Gathering all his Witch Power, he unleashed a powerful move on the two Yin Yang Sect disciples who were on him, forcing them back several steps and causing them to cough up blood.

Having shaken off his assailants, Yanxuan leapt to Wu Fan’s side, helping her up from the ground.

His lips pressed tightly together, his voice laced with concern, he asked, "Senior sister, are you alright?"

Wu Fan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, shrugged off Yanxuan’s support, and said sternly, "Never mind me, go kill them!"

Yanxuan detected that her dantian was damaged, his expression drastically changing as he exclaimed, "Senior sister, you’re hurt!"

"It’s nothing, I can hold on!"

Wu Fan pushed him away forcefully and commanded, "Kill those people, avenge our senior brother!"

Yanxuan bit down hard, his eyes bloodshot, revealing a trace of heartache and sorrow.

Finally, under Wu Fan’s determined gaze, he turned and plunged back into an even more brutal battle with the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a dark figure flew from the billiards hall and crashed heavily to the ground.

Qin Ruan walked slowly from inside the house towards the fallen shadow.