Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1111: The Identity of Teacher Wei, The Third Young Master of the Fu Family, Fu Jin

Chapter 1111: Chapter 1111: The Identity of Teacher Wei, The Third Young Master of the Fu Family, Fu Jin

Huo Yirong’s brows furrowed slightly, and as his thin lips parted, he said in a cold voice, "Then keep that, and deal with the rest!"

Having finished speaking, he turned his head to whisper orders to the two standing behind him, "Pass the word, seal off all entrances and exits to West City, today we shall play a game of cat and mouse."

Upon hearing these words, Huo Chuan and Lin Hao immediately bowed their heads in acknowledgement and quickly led the Huo Family Hidden Guard away.

When Jiang Lao Ye heard Second Master Huo’s words, his face couldn’t help but change dramatically.

Was this going to be a massacre?!

He looked toward the streets filled with people in Daoist robes and the Mystic Masters enveloped in a powerful aura, trembling with fear.

What game of cat and mouse? This was clearly going to be a one-sided slaughter.

West City had already been in a state of turmoil, with most people there being ordinary folk.

Once the Huo Family made their move, it would inevitably lead to innocent casualties.

Huo Yirong was unaware of Jiang Lao Ye’s concerns, but he was also clear that calamity should not befall the common people.

He instructed Jiang Lao Ye, "Notify them to halt all activities in West City tonight, have everyone stay at home."

Jiang Lao Ye found this difficult, "Second Master, there are many homeless people in West City."

Huo Yirong’s brows twisted slightly, then he said in a calm voice, "I will instruct them not to disturb civilians."

"Thank you, Second Master!"

Jiang Lao Ye breathed a sigh of relief and turned to approach his subordinates.

He needed to spread the curfew command as quickly as possible.

Huo Yirong walked towards Ling Xuzi, and as he passed, everyone stopped their conversations, watching him attentively, waiting for the next order.

In Capital City, those with well-informed sources could foresee internal issues with the slightest breeze.

The Mysterious Studies World and Aristocratic Families were intricately connected, and they had long noticed the shift in Capital City’s winds.

The reason most of them were here today was because of Qin Ruan, and a part of them were here to offer their allegiance to the Huo Family, to make clear their stance.

After many years of concealment, the Witch Clan had once again appeared, muddying the waters of Capital City.

The Witch Clan members targeted the Huo Family upon arrival, and with their ambition, it was uncertain whether or not they would involve the Mysterious Studies World in the future.

The Witch Clan and them were bound to confront each other sooner or later. Those who showed up in West City to declare their stance had wise backers guiding them.

Huo Yirong approached Ling Xuzi and nodded slightly to the Sect Leader of the Jade Star Sect and the master of Nanyin Temple. He lifted the left corner of his lips, his voice tinged with a smile, "I invited everyone here today to deal with some minor issues, but it seems things are more complicated than we thought, and I’m afraid I will need to trouble you all."

Ling Xuzi showed a subtly pleasant and amiable smile, "Second Master, please give your orders; the disciples of Spiritual Mountain Gate are always ready to be dispatched."

The Sect Leader of Jade Star Sect, an old man with white hair, also said with a beaming smile, "The Jade Star Sect is on standby as well."

The master of Nanyin Temple, with a face like a laughing Buddha, clasped his hands together, his voice holding endless sighs, "Amitabha, Nanyin Temple usually doesn’t involve itself in worldly matters, but since it concerns the safety of the Ding Guozhu, we cannot stand idly by."

Ding Guozhu referred to the Huo Family.

As the foremost of the four major families of Capital City, the Huo Family held control over the Cabinet and the chokehold on all Aristocratic Families.

This family possessed convincing and revered leadership capabilities.

If the Huo Family were to fall, the other families may not be able to maintain the current stability.

Huo Yirong was more than satisfied with the three’s declarations, but every move needs a reason.

His face showed worry, his brows tightly furrowed, displaying an extremely distressed expression.

Under the watchful eyes around him, he spoke with a sorrowful voice, "What needs to be done tonight is simple, capture the assailant who gravely injured my cousin in West City."

Then his tone shifted, becoming more somber, "You may not know of my cousin; his full name is Josh Doyle, heir to the Doyle Family.

The Doyle Family has a mutual reliance with the nobility in Yi Country. That family’s recklessness and impulsiveness are world-renowned, and if word of their young master’s mishap here were to get back to them, I believe everyone understands the gravity of this situation."

Gongsun Yibo approached with his family members, and upon hearing Huo Yirong’s words, he couldn’t help but chuckle, "Second Master, what you say is true; if the heir of the Doyle Family were to have trouble on our turf, it’s our face at stake.

Just give us the word; with so many of us here, we aren’t afraid of not finding the perpetrator. No matter where he hides, we will dig three feet into the ground, if needed, to find him!"

The Vampire members of the Rasambo Family turned towards Huo Yirong, bending at the waist, their right hands placed on their left shoulders in a uniform and orderly fashion.

Ignoring the Magicians of the Mysterious Studies World around them, the leading Vampire spoke in their standard mother tongue, "We follow the King’s command and are at your disposal."

Donald Rasambo left them behind to fully cooperate with the Huo Family’s operations.

For the next hundred years, they would remain on this ancient oriental land.

Qin Ruan had resurrected Queen Mariana and earned the loyalty of the entire Rasambo Blood Clan for a hundred years.

Huo Yirong curved his lips into a smile, nodding with great propriety, "Thank you—"

Other Sect members gathered around, discussing the actions for the night.

In a dim corner, a young man with a scholarly aura, refined in appearance and slender in build, leaned against a wall plastered with small advertisements.

His demeanor was ethereal, his detachment from worldly concerns so profound that it seemed as if all things in the world were equal in his eyes, without distinction.

While others discussed plans, he covered his mouth, yawning lazily.

"Boss, shouldn’t we go over and listen?" the boy standing next to the young man asked.

Seemingly mature yet inherently juvenile, Wei Xishi slightly lifted his eyelids, glancing indifferently at Liuliu, "With so many experts here today, we’re just here to make an appearance. Why take it so seriously?"

He stepped out of the shadows, revealing his college student disguise, meant to make him look younger.

Gone was the suit-and-tie Mr. Wei; he now radiated unfettered vitality, showing no sign of his usual composed demeanor.

Hearing this, Assistant Liuliu widened his eyes, complaining unhappily, "Then aren’t we here for nothing? You said you’d show me a big scene, but we’re just dead fish in a new pond!"

Wei Xishi scoffed coldly, "Don’t I pay you when you come out?"

Liuliu pursed his lips, unable to refute.

Because as long as he was out on a job, that man would pay him.

However, he still wanted to join the crowd and see the grand masters of the Mysterious Studies World in action.

The spectacle would surely be thrilling and breathtaking.

After all, this was the first time he had seen such a gathering of grand masters since entering this circle.

Missing such a rare opportunity to be at the heart of where the grand masters congregated, he certainly wasn’t happy.

As if sensing Liuliu’s thoughts, Wei Xishi raised his hands leisurely, stretching casually.

His gentle voice carried a hint of nonchalance as he slowly began, "There’s nothing much to see in these people’s actions. If you really want a grand spectacle, you have to see Qin Ruan in action. Now that’s a visual feast."

Liuliu thought to himself that Qin Ruan’s capabilities were above his boss’s, and her Puppet Control Ability was exceptional.

He had never seen a woman so beautiful and yet so powerful.

Wei Xishi saw Wu Fan crowded among the people and started walking towards him, intending to inquire about some news.

Today, he had rushed to West City with Liuliu because he learned about the Huo Family’s movements from a WeChat group and knew that Wu Fan had been helping Qin Ruan with tasks.

In the span of this month, he could count the number of times he had seen Qin Ruan on one hand.

He wondered what she, a woman from an Aristocratic Family, was busy with every day.

If it weren’t for Wu Fan’s message in the group today, he wouldn’t have known that Qin Ruan had become so busy, even starting to converse with people from the Witch Clan.

Looking at the number of Mysterious Studies World members present today, one could see the impact the Witch Clan had on the Mysterious Studies World.

Wei Xishi had only stepped out a few paces when the ringing of his phone in his pocket interrupted him.

He pulled out the phone and saw the caller ID, his brows furrowing deeply.

Liuliu, who was following behind, only managed to catch a glimpse of the character "Fu" before Wei Xishi rejected the call.

A few seconds later, the ringtone sounded again.

This time, Wei Xishi moved away from Liuliu, answering the phone with an irritated tone, "What is it?!"

"Ajin..."

A familiar, low voice emanated from the receiver.

Wei Xishi’s face twisted with loathing; as soon as the other party spoke, he interrupted irritably, "Don’t call me that!"

He hated that name!

There was a pause on the other end of the phone; then, slowly, the voice said, "Yuheng has returned."

Wei Xishi’s eyes widened considerably, his lips parted slightly, his voice trembling, "Impossible! I saw him die with my own eyes."

"Yuheng is at home. Come back."

The familiar voice was clearly that of the eldest son of the Fu Family—Fu Yinru.

Wei Xishi stared fixedly at the phone on the ground, his face a picture of disbelief.

Agony, guilt, despair, and a trace of panic were all evident on his face.

Wu Fan also saw Wei Xishi.

She had just seen him approaching her, and in the blink of an eye, he was staring vacantly at the ground.

She elbowed her way through the crowd, stepping firmly toward Wei Xishi, her brows knitted in confusion as she asked Liuliu, "What’s wrong with your boss?"

Liuliu shook his head blankly, scratching his head, "I don’t know. He just answered a call and looked like he’d lost his soul."

Wu Fan waved her hand in front of Wei Xishi’s eyes, eliciting no response.

With her lips curled into a cold smirk, she mocked, "Shit! He hasn’t been possessed by a Puppet, has he?"