Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1113: The Emperor of Fengdu was Punished in the Endless Hell for a Hundred Years

Chapter 1113: Chapter 1113: The Emperor of Fengdu was Punished in the Endless Hell for a Hundred Years

Two hours earlier.

Huo Qiang, utilizing the Huo Family’s intelligence system, quickly located the Witch Clan’s temporary base in Capital City—the Imperial Court Hotel.

The fact that the Witch Clan chose this place as their foothold was both within reason and UNEXPECTED.

It was unclear whether Su Jingshu, the Family Head of the Su Family, was aware of the Witch Clan’s movements as they arrived in Capital City, occupying an entire floor of the Imperial Court Hotel, and whether she knew that their Sect was now openly at odds with the Huo Family.

Having located the Witch Clan’s base, Huo Qiang rushed to the Imperial Court Hotel to stake out the area and immediately informed his master upon arrival.

Upon learning that the Witch Clan had checked into the Imperial Court Hotel at midnight, booking an entire floor, Huo Yunjiao stopped Huo Qiang and his men from going upstairs to capture them and instructed them to wait in the lobby downstairs.

He told Huo Qiang that someone would seek them out, and when that occurred, to call him, and he would arrange the next move.

Huo Qiang thought the master would contact the Su Family to resolve the situation. He acknowledged the order and, after hanging up, sat with his men—each radiating a fearsome aura of Evil Qi—in the hotel lobby’s resting area to wait.

The arrival of such a formidable and unsettling group had the hotel manager report the situation immediately.

Bei Jinzhou recognized Huo Qiang through the hotel surveillance—a figure of elder status within the Huo Family who held considerable sway, having served alongside three Family Heads, including the third eldest of the Huo Family.

With at least thirty men accompanying him, it seemed a serious matter was at hand.

Bei Jinzhou instructed the hotel manager to take good care of them, promising to arrive shortly.

While en route to the hotel, he called Su Jingshu to inform her of the situation.

Her reaction was devoid of ANY surprise, her tone casual as she said, "Don’t bother with it. Let them fuss. Keep the hotel staff away from the eighteenth floor, and you don’t need to come over either. Avoid getting involved."

Her tone seemed subtly laden with a biting resentment, or perhaps that was Bei Jinzhou’s misperception, sensing a hidden malice in her voice.

Before he could fully grasp her sentiment, she cheerfully added, "It would be good for you to go there yourself. I’ll send you some information; hand it over to the Huo Family, and leave immediately afterward. I don’t wish to lose such a loyal subordinate."

Bei Jinzhou detected in her pleasant voice an underlying malice and a sense of anticipation for impending drama.

Sitting in the car, Bei Jinzhou softly, respectfully replied, "Yes—"

It suddenly occurred to him that the rooms on the eighteenth floor of the Imperial Court Hotel were booked LAST month.

It was an arrangement he had personally made. The Witch Clan members were currently occupying those rooms.

Remembering the thrashed appearance of Nangong Chang lying in the bed, Su Jingshu’s conflicted love and hatred for him, how her hand trembled violently, hesitating to strike the fatal blow.

After Nangong Chang, the child lost his breath as well, and Su Jingshu’s twisted and maddened expression in that moment was forever etched in Bei Jinzhou’s memory.

What struck him most was the woman in that room, her hateful gaze as she spat out one name—"Witch Clan."

All stemmed back to the Witch Clan. The Nangong Family tried to usurp the Huo Family, deceived by smooth-talking from the Witch Clan, and they fled faster than anyone WHEN things went south.

Nangong Chang and his child represented Su Jingshu’s untouchable grief.

After their departure, she never allowed another man close.

As if with the death of the father and son, she sealed away everything inside her, becoming a soul bereft of its shell, devoid of any sign of life.

Just now, the hatred for the Witch Clan that slipped into her words let Bei Jinzhou realize something.

The Family Head he had watched over for many years still held a deep-seated, unresolved attachment to the departed father and son.

"Ding!"

An email notification sounded from the computer on Bei Jinzhou’s lap.

Brushing aside his speculations, he opened the completed download and a list popped up on the screen, detailing all the Witch Clan members residing in the Imperial Court Hotel, their positions within the Clan, and their respective hotel room numbers.

Staring at the meticulous list on the screen, Bei Jinzhou felt a mix of emotions.

He was torn, pitying the Family Head for her persistent memories of Nangong Chang and his son, daring to offend the Witch Clan, pitying her likely lonely future without anyone by her side, and a deeply buried, humble longing that would never be fulfilled.

Huo Qiang and his men had been sitting in the hotel lobby resting area for half an hour when Bei Jinzhou hurriedly arrived with his entourage, disregarding the manager’s obsequiousness and heading straight for where Huo Qiang and others were seated.

Seeing the swiftly approaching group, Huo Qiang stood, his expression stern.

Bei Jinzhou arrived at his side and smiled, extending a hand, "Mr. Huo, long time no see."

"Mr. Bei—"

Huo Qiang shook his hand, the courtesy cold and distant.

Their hands briefly met before parting.

Receiving a briefcase from an assistant behind him, Bei Jinzhou showed Huo Qiang the list of guests on the eighteenth floor, "This is what the Family Head sent me to deliver. Hopefully, it’s useful to you."

Once the message was conveyed, he gave a slight nod to Huo Qiang and quickly left.

He finally gave heed to the hotel manager, instructing all staff to keep away from the eighteenth floor and prioritize their safety in case of any emergencies.

The hotel manager was thoroughly confused, but without further questions, he relayed the command as instructed.

Huo Qiang calmly stared at the computer screen and immediately noticed the name "Xuan Qing" near the top of the list.

He promptly called the Third Master.

Upon learning that Xuan Qing was staying at the Imperial Court Hotel, the other party sneered, "Stay downstairs, I will have someone throw him off the building. You take care of escorting him back."

"Yes, Master—"

Huo Mansion.

Summoned forth, over ten Netherworld gods and spirits led by Chu Zifeng and the Underworld King stood quietly to the side, waiting for the Emperor’s orders.

Huo Yunjiao hung up the phone and glanced coldly at the subordinates in front of him. With a voice both deep and authoritative, he ordered, "You heard it. Go to the Imperial Court Hotel and deal with that man called Xuan Qing, right under the noses of the Witch Clan, without letting them discover your identity. Can you accomplish that?"

Chu Zifeng bowed in respect, "We guarantee the mission will be accomplished!"

Huo Yunjiao’s eyes were deep and menacing, yet his voice remained calm, "You and the Underworld King are not to move, let the others go."

The Underworld King, feeling his abilities were being questioned, stepped forward to speak, but Chu Zifeng grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.

Facing the Underworld King’s knitted brows and look of dissatisfaction, Chu Zifeng shook his head gently.

At the moment, the Emperor seemed composed, but rage had already spread within him; they keenly sensed the anger roaring in his blood.

The assembly of Netherworld gods and spirits also noticed the subtle gestures between the Underworld King and Chu Zifeng, exchanging glances filled with bewilderment and confusion.

Huo Yunjiao’s eyes were coldly arrogant, his gaze heavy with somberness, emitting a sharp and forceful aura, pressing in on everyone present from all sides.

With a slight movement of his lips, he scoffed, "What are you still standing here for? Do you want me to personally see you off?"

Chu Zifeng and the Underworld King sensed the wrath in the man before them and immediately bowed in respect.

They spoke with sincere fear, "We will dutifully follow the Emperor’s decrees!"

All of the Netherworld gods and spirits, except for Chu Zifeng and the Underworld King, disappeared from the spot in an instant.

After they had left, Huo Yunjiao’s hand with distinctive knuckles covered his mouth, "Cough cough cough..."

The suppressed cough no longer restrained, erupted in fits.

"Emperor!"

The Underworld King and Chu Zifeng dashed forward, supporting him by the arms on each side.

The dark Evil Qi emanating from them flowed continuously toward Huo Yunjiao’s body as they drew close.

Huo Yunjiao, already suffering from constant low body temperature, felt the piercing cold invade him as he coughed and pushed his subordinates away, "Cough... Are you not satisfied with how quickly I’m dying? Cough cough... Get away from me!"

The Underworld King and Chu Zifeng instantly moved towards the door, fearful lest more of their Evil Qi invade their master’s body.

Huo Yunjiao coughed violently for a while, relieving the endurance he had suppressed for so long.

Holding a clean handkerchief, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

His pale lips stained with blood added a feebly charming allure; the Third Master in such a state seemed like a temptingly decadent demon.

The allure radiating from his entire being was both masculine and seductively compelling of a demon to an extreme degree, yet it in no way diminished his inherently noble aura.

Huo Yunjiao grasped the bloodstained handkerchief tightly in his palm; the next second, it spontaneously ignited as if embroidered with red plum blossoms.

A ghostly blue flame kindled from his palm, reducing the handkerchief to ashes within seconds, leaving not even a trace behind.

He turned and sat down in front of the couch, his body posture relaxed, exuding a casual and languid air.

Under the worried gaze of the Underworld King and Chu Zifeng, Huo Yunjiao, with a weakened voice, inquired, "The Witch Clan has entered Capital City, has anything unusual occurred around Ayao and Anqi?"

Chu Zifeng, bearing the heavy responsibility of safeguarding the safety of the two young masters, immediately reported, "Today, three groups of people attempted to approach the young masters but were driven away by us."

Huo Yunjiao’s brows furrowed slightly in silence.

Fingering the Buddha Beads on his wrist, he slowly gave his instructions, "Next time, there’s no need to drive them away. Let Ayao and Anqi handle it, only intervene and assist them if absolutely necessary."

Thinking of the two adorable little ones, the Underworld King, his heart full of reluctance, stepped forward, "Emperor, the young masters are still young, isn’t this a bit too hasty?"

The corner of Huo Yunjiao’s mouth curved up, a chill radiating from his entire being, "Too hasty? I have less than a year left. If they don’t learn to protect themselves now, who will be able to protect them later on!"

The faces of Chu Zifeng and the Underworld King fell upon hearing this, as they could only bow respectfully, "We will follow the Emperor’s command!"

Poor young masters, so young, yet already having to face a horde of demons and monsters.

Huo Yunjiao lowered his eyelids, his tone hushed as he commanded, "On the day the Witch Clan is destroyed, Aruan’s fate will also come to a head; prepare Fengdu’s million Yin Soldiers for battle."

Red light briefly flared in Chu Zifeng’s somber eyes as he remembered the tragic state of the Netherworld from a millennium ago, which still left him feeling aggrieved.

The princess of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan tore out the heart of Fengdu’s highest god, a great taboo and an open provocation to Fengdu’s millions of Yin Soldiers and the assembly of Netherworld gods and spirits.

Even their highest god did not act willfully; the ensuing great war caused rivers of blood to flow in the Netherworld, and the River of the Netherworld, leading to the path of reincarnation, became a river of blood strewn with innumerable corpses. Many ancient divine beasts also perished.

As the Emperor of Fengdu, he had to pay the price, suffering punishment in Endless Hell for a century.