Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1120: Jiaojiao Faces Danger at Huo Family and Must Be Protected at All Costs

Chapter 1120: Chapter 1120: Jiaojiao Faces Danger at Huo Family and Must Be Protected at All Costs

Qin Ruan deactivated the barrier around Zhaodi and spoke to the Underworld King, "This lost soul meets all the conditions for reincarnation, please take her away, Underworld King."

Being assigned such a trivial task infuriated the Underworld King, contorting his delicate face slightly. Concerned about the Emperor’s pressure outside the door, he calmly responded, "Understood. Is there anything else?"

"No."

Qin Ruan tenderly caressed her belly, a soft, relaxed expression appearing on her face.

As long as the child was safe, that was all that mattered.

However, she still needed to settle accounts with the Witch Clan for plotting against her.

After the Underworld King had left, Qin Ruan walked away with slow steps.

Seeing Lord Huo, the third of Huo Family, waiting at the door, they smiled at each other and left hand in hand.

West City.

In the quiet streets, only the sounds of insects and birds could be heard.

Huo Yirong had fallen asleep in the carriage, and when he opened his eyes, it was already deep into the night.

As the overlord of West City, Lord Jiang, the sixth, had to act respectfully in front of the Huo Family. With Lord Huo, the second, napping inside the carriage, he stood outside waiting.

With his eyes still groggy, Huo Yirong looked around outside the carriage and saw Lord Jiang’s figure, then lowered the window glass with his hand.

His husky voice resounded from inside the car, "Have they not returned yet?"

Lord Jiang, the sixth, turned his head, his manner utterly respectful, "Lord, you’re awake. There has been no movement yet."

Huo Yirong covered his mouth with the back of his hand and lazily yawned.

He glanced at the time, it was already one o’clock in the morning.

He estimated that matters should have been resolved by now.

The magicians of West City were mostly amateurs and stood no chance in front of a true master of the Mysterious Studies World.

However, their numbers were considerable; even so, he had also sent out many men, and it shouldn’t have taken this long.

Huo Yirong frowned, beginning to worry that something might have gone wrong.

Just then, there was a stir at the entrance of the street.

The first to return were the disciples of Spiritual Mountain, each gripping at least two scruffy-looking individuals.

Ling Xuzi, dressed in a Taoist robe and ten-direction shoes, energetically led the disciples over.

Huo Yirong’s thin lips curved into a wicked smirk as he stepped out of the car.

By then, the disciples of Spiritual Mountain had also rushed to his side.

With a broad smile, Ling Xuzi spoke, "I have not failed you, Lord. We have captured all the magicians in the southwest direction."

The disciples of Spiritual Mountain had captured quite a few members, some sixty or seventy people at least.

It was a significant haul.

Huo Yirong nodded slightly at him, "You’ve worked hard."

Ling Xuzi stepped forward, lowering his voice to ask, "What’s the next step, Lord?"

Huo Yirong’s beautiful face was indifferent, his demeanor noble and dignified.

Hearing Ling Xuzi’s question, he scoffed softly, his eyes icy cold, filled with unmistakable killing intent, "Take them back, pry open their mouths. Find out as much as possible, ideally which sect they belong to and what they have done over the years."

Ling Xuzi pondered for a moment and calmly nodded, "That’s simple. What after that?"

Huo Yirong’s gaze drifted past him, looking at the bruised and beaten individuals subdued by the Spiritual Mountain disciples, his thin lips slowly moving, "I heard that in the Mysterious Studies World, one relies on cultivation level to survive? If they lose their cultivation, wouldn’t they become just like trash?"

Ling Xuzi’s expression changed involuntarily, revealing a solemn demeanor. He tentatively asked, "What does the Second Master mean?"

"Strip them of their cultivation and throw them back to their respective Sects."

Huo Yirong spoke with an even tone, but the bloodthirsty ruthlessness in his words made those listening involuntarily shudder.

Ling Xuzi’s pupils trembled slightly. This matter was of great importance; the Huo Family’s actions openly defied all unorthodox forces.

Unable to restrain himself, he asked in a low voice, "Second Master, may I ask if the Third Master is aware of this? Do you realize this could push the Huo Family into a dangerous confrontation with the Witch Clan?"

Huo Yirong lifted his eyelids and coldly glared at Ling Xuzi, saying chillingly, "My younger brother has handed this matter entirely over to me. I still have a say in such minor matters. What, are you scared?"

The last question carried an undeniable taunt.

The Huo Family had never feared the Witch Clan, even though there had been a century-long treaty between them, which was nullified the moment the Witch Clan entered the capital.

Every day the Third Brother remained alive was another day the Witch Clan wouldn’t dare openly act against the Huo Family.

For it was the Third Brother who had signed the century-long treaty, or more accurately, a deity not yet born into the Huo Family who had, on behalf of them, signed the agreement with the Witch Clan.

Ever since Huo Yirong had come to know this in a chance discovery, he realized that although his third brother was part of the Huo Family, he did not belong to it.

To the Huo Family, he was a noble being, his status indescribably esteemed.

The true extent of his Third Brother’s noble status was unknown to anyone; their grandfather had only told them to protect Jiaojiao with their lives as long as she remained within the Huo Family.

Hearing the displeasure in Huo Yirong’s tone, Ling Xuzi continued to persistently advise, "Second Master, the Witch Clan has been in hiding for many years, their strength remains unfathomably obscure. Without a complete plan to confront them, it would be better not to tear the last veil of restraint. The Huo Family, mighty as it is, cannot rival the unorthodox forces that have allied with the Witch Clan, which, as I understand, are scattered all over the world."

Ling Xuzi truly had the Huo Family’s best interest at heart, but he had underestimated their protective nature.

Huo Yirong responded with a cold sneer, his voice haughty and imperious, "Then let’s see who has the last laugh."

He did not intend to explain any further to Ling Xuzi.

Last year, the Witch Clan had tormented his younger brother, and their grandfather had warned them, the time to deal with the Witch Clan had not yet come.

This year, before even entering the capital, the Witch Clan had caused such a stir. Being widely connected, their grandfather couldn’t possibly be unaware of the Witch Clan’s actions.

The old man’s silence this time, not even inquiring or objecting, was evidence enough that the time had come.

Huo Yunjiao’s anger this time was evident, and Huo Yirong had seen it all too clearly.

He knew better than anyone how protective his younger brother was; the Witch Clan had finally crossed the Huo Family’s bottom line.

Tonight’s actions in West City had been known to his younger brother, who, without any obstruction, signaled his tacit consent.

Seeing that Huo Yirong was immovable, Ling Xuzi, understanding that the Huo Family had likely made their decision internally, ceased his attempts to dissuade.

Soon, representatives from the Jade Star Sect, Nanyin Temple, the Rasambo Family’s vampires, and members of the Longevity Sect arrived.

The already crowded street quickly filled with dense throngs of people.

Huo Yirong issued them the same command.

Of course, the Huo Family wouldn’t let these people work for nothing; they would provide them with generous compensation.

In East City, the Fu Mansion.

Wei Linchen hurried back to the Fu Family, his black sedan driving into the brightly lit Fu Mansion.

The unfamiliar environment that met his eyes surprisingly stirred a complex emotion of homesickness.

"Third Young Master is back!"

As Wei Linchen stepped out of the car, a servant waiting at the door shouted loudly.

Soon, a dense crowd poured out of the house.

His father, Fu Yueyuan, his elder brother, Fu Yinru, sister-in-law Xiao Wenrou, younger sister Fu Qiyue, and cousin Fu Ziqiu, among others, all rushed out to meet him.