Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1030: Sister Ruan said that not destroying it would not quell the hatred in my heart

Chapter 1030: Chapter 1030: Sister Ruan said that not destroying it would not quell the hatred in my heart

Master Cien was thrown out of the house by Qin Ruan, lying on the ground in disarray, his blue Taoist robe torn and tattered.

The other disciples of the Yin Yang Sect around him, seeing that it was their Sect Leader on the ground, all showed shock on their faces.

"Sect Leader!"

"Sect Leader Brother!"

They stopped fighting with Yanxuan and rushed towards Master Cien.

Qin Ruan stood at the entrance of the billiard hall, her delicate face expressing arrogance, her red lips curling into a cold sneer, her posture wild and domineering.

From her elevated position, she looked down at the multitude of Yin Yang Sect disciples, her eyes flashing with fierce murderous intent.

Seeing Wu Fan and Yanxuan, the pair of master siblings, she slightly raised her eyebrows.

Qin Ruan parted her red lips slightly and asked, "You said you received a last-minute mission from the Master, was it for the Yin Yang Sect?"

Wu Fan, holding her chest, did not show surprise at Qin Ruan’s appearance, as if she had known Qin Ruan would come.

She nodded weakly at Qin Ruan, "My master brother was killed by the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect. They are despicable and shameless, attacking from behind to brutally murder him, and the Longevity Sect will not rest until the Yin Yang Sect is destroyed!"

Yanxuan walked over to Wu Fan, held her hand, and transferred Witch Power to relieve the injuries to her meridians and dantian.

Qin Ruan did not ask further, nodded slightly to the two, her cold gaze turning towards the Yin Yang Sect disciples.

Master Cien was already helped to his feet, his sinister eyes fiercely fixed on Qin Ruan, wanting to tear her apart.

Qin Ruan swept her eyes over the crowd with disdain, her gaze cutting over them sharply, contemptuously saying, "Master Cien? I see that’s all you are capable of. You want to slaughter everyone in West City with just that little ability; aren’t you afraid of biting your tongue off!"

Master Cien took a step forward, his eyes dark and fixated on Qin Ruan, "Dare you reveal your name? I swear all the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect will kill you to vent their anger!"

Qin Ruan laughed mockingly, her demeanor reckless and uninhibited, "Then you’d better listen carefully; otherwise, I’m afraid you won’t be able to tell King Yama who killed you.

West City is my territory, and my name is Qin Xiaowu. If you want to harm anyone here, you need my permission, as for the Yin Yang Sect? Ha! If I don’t annihilate it, it won’t allay the hatred in my heart!"

No sooner had Qin Ruan spoken than she took advantage of the opportunity before Master Cien could persist, her Golden Whip flashed, lashing towards the Yin Yang Sect disciples.

The Golden Whip, swirling with powerful Nether Power, consciously bound the Yin Yang Sect disciples.

Only Master Cien, despite his severe injuries, managed to deftly avoid being bound by the Golden Whip.

Qin Ruan was not in a hurry, having gauged this old man’s strength earlier in the house. She was going to slowly torment him to death.

As for the Yin Yang Sect, it’s nothing but a heretical sect. Keeping it in this world is just a waste of food and an environmental contaminant.

Since she happened upon them today, if she didn’t annihilate them, she wouldn’t live up to the mission she has been entrusted with to maintain order in the Human Realm.

"It hurts so much! What on earth is this thing!"

"Sect Leader, save me!"

"Sect Leader Brother, I’m dying!"

The Yin Yang Sect disciples, bound by the Golden Whip, cried out in agony.

Their bodies’ Dark Evil Energy was cleansed by the Nether Power, and the pain it caused was excruciating.

Master Cien’s face was ferocious, his eyes coldly watching the disciples he had brought out from the Sect.

Seeing their Demonic Qi being absorbed by the Golden Whip, which was clearly a superior Magic Artifact, his face showed an expression of agony.

Under the pleading gaze of the crowd, Master Cien finally took action.

He raised his palms in the air, drawing the soon-to-dissipate cultivation from his disciples, who were contorted in agony.

"What are you doing, Sect Leader?!"

"Sect Leader, don’t kill me! Please, don’t!"

"Aaaaah..."

Screams of agony echoed, mingled with several pleas for mercy.

However, soon the begging faded, slowly weakening until it vanished.

In just a few seconds, Master Cien had absorbed the Demonic Qi from the six disciples, transferring it into his own cultivation.

Qin Ruan watched this scene with cold eyes, her delicate brows tightly knitted.

Should she say, as expected from the crooked and evil path?

His actions were ruthlessly fierce, sparing not even the disciples of his own sect.

The six disciples of the Yin Yang Sect looked as if they had been drained of blood, leaving only skin and bones. The Golden Whip that had bound them loosened and, as if sentient, flew back in front of Qin Ruan.

Qin Ruan grabbed the handle of the Golden Whip and swung it vigorously through the air.

"Snap!"

The cracking sound echoed in the air, filled with Evil Qi and deterrence.

Qin Ruan stepped toward Master Cien, yet she said to Wu Fan and Yanxuan, "Since you’re at death’s door with the Yin Yang Sect, you must know where their main base is, and how many disciples they have in total?"

Yanxuan, "I do!"

Wu Fan, "Crystal clear!"

The corner of Qin Ruan’s lips twitched up as she spoke coldly, "Then spill it. I need to figure out how long it will take to clean them up, and if it will delay my start of school."

Wu Fan’s eyes brightened as he quickly responded, "The Yin Yang Sect’s stronghold is on a mountain in the South Ocean called Pakalin. There are less than a hundred disciples inside the sect. This time Master Cien brought twenty disciples to the city, leaving less than fifty at the sect."

Qin Ruan frowned, her face filled with incredulity: "That few?"

Wu Fan clenched his teeth and said coldly, "The Yin Yang Sect has less than a hundred formal disciples. Inside, many innocent people are imprisoned; they are used as trial puppets for the formal disciples, who each year harm hundreds of lives."

Yanxuan added, "That’s not including the businesse they handle each year, harming those innocent lives."

After converting the absorbed cultivation, Master Cien’s strength doubled.

Listening to the conversation between Qin Ruan and her junior brother Wu Fan, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "Hahahaha... You think you can destroy the Yin Yang Sect? That’s utterly delusional!"

He appeared to be confident, showing no fear.

Qin Ruan looked at him indifferently, her face contemplative, and after a moment, she slowly spoke, "Making you die with your eyes open isn’t really decent, but since that’s how it is, you might as well watch how the Yin Yang Sect is destroyed."

"Nonsense, you naive fool. How could you think you can destroy the Yin Yang Sect so easily!"

Enraged and embarrassed, Master Cien flew toward Qin Ruan once more, his Demonic Qi surging.

Even from a close distance, it was difficult to clearly see his features, obscured by a thick black fog.

A chill passed through Qin Ruan’s eyes as she stood unresponsive.

Now that she had a clear sense of Master Cien’s strength, there was no need to engage with him further.

As Cien closed in, a blinding golden light burst from Qin Ruan, the inherent sacred intensity making everyone’s leg’s grow weak.

Li Zilan was the first to buckle; she gasped for breath, her legs thumping as she knelt on the ground.

Then followed the men brought by Mr. Jiang, one after another, dropping to their knees.

Even the Hidden Guards of the Huo Family were affected by this impact, each displaying a look of endurance.

When Master Cien sensed something was off, it was already too late to retreat. He could only meet the looming threat with a do-or-die ferocity as he attacked Qin Ruan.