Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1045: The Kun Tian Ming Buddha Beads of Fengdu’s Great Emperor of the Netherworld Shattered (Two - s in One)

Chapter 1045: Chapter 1045: The Kun Tian Ming Buddha Beads of Fengdu’s Great Emperor of the Netherworld Shattered (Two Chapters in One)

Qin Ruan looked at Huo Yirong with a smile that was not quite a smile, her tone indifferent, "And you can’t?"

She didn’t understand how to manage a company. The Huo Family’s HEA Group was a huge behemoth, involving too many industries of the Huo Family, and most of their partners were nobles from all over the world, significant figures dominating various key areas.

The Cabinet was controlled by four major families and six aristocratic families, not to mention the council of elders within the Cabinet. She, a university student, wasn’t confident she could handle those old foxes.

Huo Yirong shook his head at Qin Ruan, "Younger sister, what I can do is assist you and help Ayao secure the position of the next successor."

Hearing another piece of news she was unaware of before, Qin Ruan’s delicate features turned as still as water, her voice ice cold, "Why Ayao?"

Huo Yirong was prepared, his tone calm, "He is the eldest son of the third brother."

As for why it specificially had to be Ayao, even he didn’t clearly understand the details.

Logically speaking, Ayao and Anqi should wait until they come of age, and then, depending on their respective strengths, decide who would be the suitable heir.

But the third brother said that only Ayao could become the heir to the Huo Family.

Qin Ruan was silent for a long time, always feeling that something else must have happened.

How did such a drastic change occur? The third grandfather was fine when he left, and now, without his return, she and Ayao had been pushed to high positions, which made her feel there was an unspeakable secret behind it all.

Huo Yirong gave Qin Ruan time to accept this, staying silent and not disturbing her.

Seeing Song Qing standing opposite, the corner of his eyes slightly raised, he said coldly, "What are you still doing standing here? Since you want to leave the Huo Family, then scram quickly!"

Song Qing knelt on one knee, her hands crossed in front of her, resting on her propped-up knee, "Second Master—"

Huo Yirong’s expression turned dark and forbidding, he commanded sternly, "Huo Zhi! Send her back to the Song Family, from now on the Secret Guard Department of the Huo Family will no longer have her as a member!"

Huo Zhi instinctively looked at Qin Ruan, who gave a slight nod.

She sighed inwardly and walked over to Song Qing to help her up, "Sister Qing, let’s go."

Song Qing stood up and bowed deeply three times to Huo Yirong and Qin Ruan.

"Madam, Second Master, take care."

The hand Huo Yirong had resting on the edge of the sofa clenched tightly into a fist, he didn’t acknowledge her.

Qin Ruan nodded to her, her voice low, "You take care as well."

Before leaving, Song Qing’s eyes lingered on Huo Yirong, who sat slanted on the sofa, his posture noble and graceful, the way she used to admire, but everything felt different now, and she was no longer fixated.

Huo Zhi tugged at her arm.

Song Qing came back to her senses, turned around, and left with Hu Zhi, her figure resolute.

When Huo Zhi returned, carrying a medical kit, she approached Qin Ruan, "Madam, it’s time to change your dressing."

Huo Yirong’s eyes deepened, "You’re injured?!"

Qin Ruan replied nonchalantly, "It’s just a minor injury."

Huo Yirong wasn’t convinced, his dark eyes slanting towards Huo Zhi. Icy coldness filled his thin pupils, his complexion even more dark and intimidating.

"Is this how you take care of people?!"

The unexpected reprimand caused Huo Zhi, who had just opened the medical kit, to kneel on the ground with a thud.

"This subordinate admits her guilt!"

Qin Ruan lowered her eyes to look at the kneeling Huo Zhi, and spoke in a light tone, "Yirong, it’s not Huo Zhi’s fault. I was caught off guard by a stealth attack. It’s just a superficial wound; it’ll heal in a couple of days."

Previously, Elder Leisha had stealthily attacked her, and her arm was cut by his Wind Blade.

The wound wasn’t deep and would heal in just a matter of days.

Huo Yirong walked up to Qin Ruan and personally checked on her injury.

Seeing the gauze wrapped around her arm, stained with the crimson hue of blood, his brows furrowed deeply.

After a moment, he spoke up with a bit of complaint, "This is the first time I’ve seen you hurt. Is the situation somewhat troublesome?"

"It’s alright," Qin Ruan replied in an even tone. To Huo Zhi still kneeling on the ground, she said, "Get up and help me change the dressing."

"Yes, Madam—"

Huo Zhi quickly got up and efficiently treated her wound.

Huo Yirong stood by, watching intently, his lips pressed tight and his eyes gloomily dark.

Under his terrifying gaze, Huo Zhi’s hands struggled to control their trembling, and fine beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

After several minutes, she finally completed the grand task of changing and bandaging the wound.

Huo Zhi let out a huge sigh of relief; those few short minutes felt like an eternity.

Noticing her immense pressure, Qin Ruan waved her off. "Go see if Wu Fan and Yanxuan need anything. Don’t neglect our guests."

Wu Fan and her brothers had also come to the Huo Family with them and were arranged to stay next door.

Upon hearing this, Huo Zhi nodded, bowed, and backed away.

Huo Yirong stared at the newly bandaged wound on Qin Ruan’s arm and said, "I have to meet with representatives from three countries for cooperation with HEA Group today. I was planning to take you with me to get familiar with the related matters ahead of time, but since you’re injured, you should just rest at home."

Qin Ruan, sitting on the sofa, showed no intention of getting up. "Okay, I won’t see Yirong off then."

Huo Yirong added, "Think about what I told you before. You are still young; it’s best to take over your third brother’s duties sooner. In a few years, you can be independent, think more for Ayao and Anqi."

Qin Ruan’s lips lifted in a perfectly measured curve, her tone gentle, "I will consider it."

It seemed that the person who was previously angry and resistant wasn’t her.

Huo Yirong also wondered why she suddenly changed her attitude, but since everything had gone smoothly as instructed by his third brother, he didn’t linger.

After watching Huo Yirong leave, Qin Ruan’s delicate face turned shadowy and austere, her profound fox-like eyes conveying a cold frost.

She raised her hand and touched the wound on her arm, her eyes flickering with light.

No one knew what she was thinking.

That night, Qin Ruan tended to Yanxuan’s riotous Witch Power.

The process wasn’t complicated, but it required Yanxuan’s complete cooperation.

It wasn’t clear how the sisters and brothers negotiated, but Yanxuan was willing to cooperate fully with Qin Ruan.

As the Witch Power was being extracted from Yanxuan’s body, Qin Ruan intervened with the Nether Divine Power and accidentally swallowed the overflow of Witch Power from his body.

This power merged into her body and unexpectedly could extend her lifespan, much like the Evil Qi.

Surprised by this turn of events, Qin Ruan’s expression froze.

Seeing her change in complexion, Wu Fan approached anxiously and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Qin Ruan came to her senses and shook her head at her: "It’s fine, it’s almost healed."

She continued to draw out the witch power from Yanxuan’s body, absorbing it as if devouring Evil Qi.

Yanxuan’s cultivation level plummeted at a visibly rapid pace, his complexion turned deathly pale, and a flash of unwillingness passed through his eyes.

After Qin Ruan stopped, she suddenly asked Wu Fan, "How is the technique practiced by the Longevity Sect different from that of the Witch Clan?"

Wu Fan showed a strange expression: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Qin Ruan: "Just curious."

Wu Fan pursed her lips, a hesitant look on her face.

Seeing her difficulty, Qin Ruan said, "If it’s inconvenient, then never mind."

Looking at her junior brother, who was no longer in pain from the rampaging witch power, Wu Fan slowly spoke to Qin Ruan, "Not to conceal the truth from you, a hundred years ago the Longevity Sect was founded by our ancestor master who used to be a disciple of the Witch Clan before being expelled from the sect.

The techniques practiced by the Witch Clan and Longevity Sect come from the same origin, but it’s a fact that the disciples of Longevity Sect are no match for the Witch Clan. For so many years, the two sects have not interfered with each other’s affairs.

Rumors say that the Witch Clan’s Chieftain, Elders, and each Witch inherit the bloodline of great witches from Ancient Times. They have not been active in public for so many years, but their strength should not be underestimated."

Qin Ruan muttered to herself, "Great witches from Ancient Times?"

Her eyes slightly lowered, she stared at the hand that had just absorbed Yanxuan’s witch power.

At lunch, she nodded vigorously at her: "There are also rumors that they are the reincarnations of the ancient witch ancestors. In the Primordial Universe, after Pangu broke open chaos to form heaven and earth, his essence blood divided into twelve parts, and without a physical form, this essence blood transformed into twelve witch ancestors.

Among these twelve bloodlines, the strongest are known as the twelve Ancestor Witches. ’Witch’ was a term in Ancient Times for strong beings capable of communicating between heaven and earth, and each of these twelve Ancestor Witches had their reputation.

Born with unrivaled physical strength, possessing immortal bodies, they could devour heaven and earth, manipulate wind and water, thunder and lightning, move mountains and fill seas, change the sky and earth. Madam Huo must have heard of them."

Qin Ruan’s expression was solemn, and she nodded: "Are they Emperor Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, She Bishi, Ru Shou, Ju Mang, Gonggong, Zhu Rong, Hou Tu, Xuan Ming, Tian Wu, Qiang Liang, and Yan Zi?"

Speaking of the ancient witch ancestors, Wu Fan’s eyes shone with adoration and reverence.

"Correct, but these are only rumors. The Witch Clan has been inactive for so many years, so they’re always mysterious, and no one knows if they truly possess the bloodline of the ancient witch ancestors. Even if they inherited just a bit of the ancient witch ancestors’ bloodline, their strength is enough to be feared."

Qin Ruan rubbed her fingertips, feeling a strong emotional reaction within her heart towards the ancient twelve witches.

She felt an indescribable panic and unease in her heart, alongside a natural fear.

Yanxuan, weakened in body, overheard the conversation between the two and interjected, "The rumors say that the current witch of the Witch Clan carries the bloodline of Hou Tu, an ancestor witch, who has a human upper body and a snake tail, seven arms on the back, two arms on the chest, holding soaring snakes in both hands. She is the ancestor witch of central earth, presiding over yin and yang, nurturing all things; hence she is known as the Mother of Earth."

Qin Ruan’s thin lips parted slightly, her voice cool with a hint of hostility: "Doesn’t that make the Witch Clan very formidable?"

Wu Fan didn’t notice the off tone in her voice and gently shook her head, "We are not clear, as we’ve never engaged them in combat.

However, there is a longstanding dictum in our Longevity Sect, earnestly warning all disciples that should they encounter a member of the Witch Clan, they must flee far away and avoid provoking them at all costs."

Qin Ruan appeared contemplative, her tone quite intriguing: "It sounds very mysterious and interesting. I actually want to meet them someday."

In the past, Huo Yirong was favored by a witch of the Witch Clan and almost became their son-in-law.

One wonders just what the witch, rumored to be the inheritor of Hou Tu’s bloodline, actually looks like that even Huo Yirong would not consider her.

Wu Fan and Yanxuan exchanged glances, a flash of embarrassment crossing their faces.

They could never confront the Witch Clan head-on, but from Qin Ruan’s words, it seemed she intended to test the abilities of the Witch Clan.

They didn’t know how to advise her on this matter.

They had witnessed Qin Ruan’s strength, her incredibly mysterious and formidable abilities that made others wary just at the sight.

As a few people discussed the Witch Clan and the ancient witch ancestors, several grey-robed wizards from the Yin Yang Sect in the South Ocean appeared.

They wandered around the vicinity of the Yin Yang Sect, cautiously observing their surroundings.

Discovering no survivors here, they exchanged glances and one by one, they vanished into thin air.

At the same time, in Northern England, at the estate of the Huo Family.

Huo Yunjiao lay in his bedroom, deep in sleep, when suddenly a dark shadow materialized.

With the appearance of the shadow came a dense mist of Evil Qi, spreading into every corner of the room.

Almost at the instant the other appeared, the man lying on the bed opened his sharp and profound eyes.

Huo Yunjiao’s eyes, lucid in the darkness, heavily glared at the shadow standing by the bed.

The visitor was none other than Ming Tianheng.

With hands clasped together, he respectfully reported, "Emperor, there has been movement from the ancient witch ancestors."

Huo Yunjiao turned on the bedside lamp, sat up, and leaned against the headboard, his low and seductive voice gravely asking, "What have they done?"

Ming Tianheng replied, "Qin Ruan has wiped out the Yin Yang Sect, and upon receiving the news, the witches immediately contacted Black Feather and other evil factions around the world, issuing a kill order for Qin Ruan.

They have begun assembling all the Evil Spirits of the Human Realm, ready to massacre living beings on a large scale. When that time comes, the Human Realm and the Netherworld will be filled with enormous resentment and chaos, filling the air with noxious miasma, causing the pure Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth to become even more scarce, making it more difficult for Qin Ruan to reforge her divine soul."

Huo Yunjiao twirled the Buddha Beads on his wrist, his fingers touching a crack on one of the beads; his already dark eyes grew even more somber and dangerous.

It was also today that he discovered one of the beads had cracked.

The day all eighteen Buddha Beads shatter will mark the end of his life in the Human Realm.

Fearing any mishap in the meantime, he was anxious to arrange a backup plan for Qin Ruan and their child.

After his death, Qin Ruan and their child would still need to continue living in the Human Realm.

Leaving them without any worries was a promise he had once made to Qin Ruan.

In both his past and present life, everything he did was to fulfill the promise he made to Aruan.

Huo Yunjiao, in a somewhat lax posture, leaned against the headboard. His mouth curved in a cold and merciless smile as he raised his eyes to stare at Ming Tianheng and asked, "Black Feather also takes orders from the Witch Clan?"

Ming Tianheng bowed his head in respect and said, "The Yin Yang Sect and the Black Feather Organization were both supported by the Witch Clan from the beginning, and this does not include the various other large and small evil factions in different domains; these people have formed a force not to be underestimated."

Huo Yunjiao’s eyes were icily cold as he scoffed lightly, "Ha! They are but a rabble. They’re not worth our concern; Aruan will deal with them."

His words were filled with certainty and confidence, showing great trust in Qin Ruan’s abilities.

Ming Tianheng cautiously looked up, observing the man before him emitting strong Evil Qi and an aura of death, his presence commanding and intimidating, and spoke softly, "Qin Ruan’s bloodline has not yet awakened, and she has not yet encountered the Witch Clan. Should they meet, she might be at a disadvantage."

How much this man cared for Qin Ruan was something Ming Tianheng knew all too well.

Huo Yunjiao shook his head lightly, a hint of sorrow and gentle indulgence surfacing in his eyes and brows.

He laughed softly, his voice warm yet complex, "You don’t understand Aruan. She has a fearless and fierce blood running through her veins, never at peace for a moment.

The actions of the Witch Clan could possibly cause her to awaken the bloodline of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan in advance, which would be good. I could leave in peace without having to worry anymore about them being strangled at the neck by others in the Human Realm, both her and the child."

His tone was light, but it couldn’t hide a trace of sadness,

Ming Tianheng saw the Emperor hiding his sorrow, his voice gentle, yet every sentence could not depart from the culprit that had carved the heart out of their past, and he too felt a tinge of sadness.