Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1114: Master Huo: Return it to me exactly as it was!

Chapter 1114: Chapter 1114: Master Huo: Return it to me exactly as it was!

Endless Hell was bleak with barren mountains and stone peaks. Every day, the Emperor was imprisoned there, facing hundreds of thousands of peaks, each bearing Aruan’s name.

At that time, Chu Zifeng didn’t know whether the Emperor hated or loved Aruan.

Now, a thousand years had passed. If he still harbored hate, it would mean his mind was muddled by the waters of the Netherworld River.

Chu Zifeng grew angrier as he thought about it. Why should the Fox Clan’s Aruan cause the Emperor such trouble, spending a millennium reconstructing her spirit, initiating time reversal, and plunging himself into thousands of worlds, searching for her again and again?

The Emperor had devoted all these years to one person.

Chu Zifeng felt agitated, and his tone lost its usual respect, "My lord! The Netherworld suffered greatly back then and only after a millennium was stability restored.

Now, facing battle again, who knows if the Nine-tailed Fox Clan will appreciate the gesture? Once Aruan’s spirit returns, how will she protect your life?"

What frustrated him the most was the ancient Divine Beast’s malice toward the people of the Netherworld.

The Emperor had sacrificed so much, yet did those intelligent Divine Beasts understand the situation?

After Qin Ruan’s life-and-death ordeal, could the Emperor fulfill his desires?

Chu Zifeng’s attitude was insubordinate, but Huo Yunjiao did not get angry. Instead, he smiled slightly and his cold eyes turned toward him, "Do you think that without Aruan, there wouldn’t have been that incident in the Netherworld a thousand years ago? It was just someone wanting to pull me down from my high platform.

As for Aruan, I’ve never wanted much from her—just a part of her body. What she dug out from me back then must be returned in full."

He covered his heart with his hand, the gentle expression on his face slowly dissipating, replaced by intense pain.

He was the supreme god of the Netherworld, but that didn’t mean he was without pain.

Chu Zifeng seemed ready to say more, but Huo Yunjiao raised his hand to stop him, "No need for more words. Leave."

"Cough, cough..."

He coughed softly, his handsome, indifferent face pale, his eyes slightly lowered, no longer looking at the Underworld King and Chu Zifeng.

"I take my leave!"

Chu Zifeng exchanged a glance with the Underworld King, knowing their lord was displeased, and with a respectful bow, vanished on the spot.

Imperial Court Hotel.

Huo Qiang and others didn’t wait long downstairs before they saw Xuan Qing.

"Ah! Murder!"

A terrified scream suddenly rang out in the lobby.

The hotel manager, hearing the scream, quickly ran toward the source of the noise.

He pushed through the crowd surrounding the elevator door and saw a blood-covered man lying outside the elevator, appearing as though he were dead.

The hotel manager, furious, yelled, "Call someone! Call now!"

Huo Qiang and his group didn’t plan to join the commotion, but an oddly dressed stranger in a black robe and hood approached him.

The stranger’s voice was hoarse, chillingly cold, "The person you’re looking for is right there, named Xuan Qing."

With that, the stranger quickly left.

Huo Qiang turned to follow the voice, but the figure had already vanished in the empty lobby.

He frowned and gestured to his subordinates, his voice authoritative, "Bring that man over here."

Huo Qiang turned back to pick up the detailed dossier Bei Jinzhou had given him and flipped to Xuan Qing’s photo.

Although the photo was somewhat blurry, when his subordinates dragged the lifeless Xuan Qing over, Huo Qiang recognized him immediately. This was the man their master wanted them to find.

Time returned to the present.

Qin Ruan sat next to Huo Yunjiao and only began to eat after seeing him pick up his chopsticks, then looked up at the man being dragged in by Huo Qiang.

She slightly raised her eyebrows, her pleasant voice ringing out, "Huo Qiang, who is this person?"

Huo Qiang stepped forward a few paces and replied respectfully, "Madam, this man is indeed the one who upset you several times in West City years ago."

Qin Ruan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as she sharply eyed the man who was kneeling on the ground, his arms held by others and his head bowed low.

There had been many in West City who had upset her.

Thinking of Sir’s reaction when he would learn of what she had encountered in West City tonight, her eyes involuntarily widened, and a name surfaced in her mind.

Qin Ruan blurted out, "Is it Xuan Qing?!"

Hearing her utter the name of another man, Huo Yunjiao’s motion of picking up vegetables paused.

He turned his head towards Qin Ruan, a slow smirk forming on his lips, his tone ambiguous, "Ruanruan seems to have a lasting impression of him."

"Is it really him?"

Qin Ruan abruptly stood up, oblivious to the overwhelming jealousy engulfing Sir.

She quickly walked behind Huo Qiang, her eyes lowered as she examined the bloodied man kneeling on the ground.

The man’s face was unclear with his head bowed. Qin Ruan lifted his face with the tip of her foot.

A face roughly wiped clean of blood, wretched and clearly visible, entered her eyes.

It really was an old acquaintance from West City, but his appearance seemed less lively than before, his eyes’ wrinkles visible even beneath the blood stains.

Huo Yunjiao walked over, bent down, and pressed down the leg Qin Ruan had lifted, his tone displeased, "Touching just anyone, aren’t you afraid of dirtying your own foot?"

Qin Ruan studied him with a smile in her eyes, her lips slightly parted, "You really brought him here. Where did you find him? How did he end up beaten like this? Josh is still waiting for this man to save his life."

"He won’t die."

Huo Yunjiao’s voice was indifferent, his thin lips curling into a cold smirk, his gaze on Xuan Qing as heavy as water.

He glanced towards Huo Qiang, who instantly understood and walked to the front of Xuan Qing.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Huo Qiang bent down and forcefully tapped a few times on Xuan Qing’s chest.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Rapid coughs erupted from Xuan Qing’s mouth.

His body trembled violently, slowly lifting his head in the brightly lit hall, his eyes squinting as if struggling to adapt to the glaring light.

"Ah, you’re awake."

Qin Ruan bent down close to Xuan Qing, her red lips curling into a malicious smirk, a fierce gleam flashing in her eyes.

The pain he had inflicted on her years ago, upon their reunion today, she was determined to settle the score.

But all of this would have to wait until after handling the troubling puppet haunting Josh.

As Xuan Qing saw the ethereally beautiful woman before him, his eyes unconsciously widened.

She was still as beautiful as she had been in the past, her clear and pure eyes hooking one’s soul irresistibly.

The younger Qin Xiaowu had once stood like a flower ready to bloom, pure and tempting.

Now this flower was blooming at its most beautiful, making one unable to resist plucking and ravishing it.

Looking at the stunning beauty before him, a trace of astonishment flashed through Xuan Qing’s dark eyes: "Qin Xiaowu!"

It seemed not only did Qin Ruan remember him, but he also had a deep impression of her, recognizing her name from West City at just a glance.

Huo Yunjiao’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, his dark and profound eyes glaring intensely at Xuan Qing.

Hearing this man utter Qin Ruan’s name, a surge of desire to silence him rose from deep within him.