Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1131: Qin Ruan Confronts the Witch Clan, First Encounter with the Witch Clan Saintess

Chapter 1131: Chapter 1131: Qin Ruan Confronts the Witch Clan, First Encounter with the Witch Clan Saintess

At the same time, a convoy of luxury cars emblazoned with the Huo Family crest stopped at the entrance of the Imperial Court Hotel.

The hotel manager, upon learning of the arrival of the Huo Family, personally went to receive them.

Huo Yunjiao, with an arm around Qin Ruan’s shoulder, hurriedly entered the hotel with Wei Linchen, Huo Qiang, Huo Zhi, Lin Hao, and other Hidden Guards of the Huo Family behind him.

The moment the car stopped, Qin Ruan could hardly wait to see the Saintess of the Witch Clan.

For she sensed the familiar aura spreading out from inside the hotel.

When she was severely injured by the Huangjue Tree Demon, she had encountered this exact distinct scent emanating from it.

Later, while soul searching the Huangjue Tree Demon, she clearly saw a person in a grey robe hand it a bottle of red potion.

Had it not been for that potion, she wouldn’t have been outplayed.

Afterwards, she faintly had dealings with the person associated with this familiar aura.

Thinking that the Witch Clan were the masterminds, Qin Ruan could hardly suppress the rage in her heart, eager to drag out the enemy.

The moment the Huo Family arrived at the hotel, someone knocked on Ji Shuzhen’s room door.

"Come in!"

The Saintess, overtaken by anger, coldly spoke.

Her trusted subordinate Fusheng opened the door and entered with a solemn expression, "Saintess, the Huo Family has arrived."

"Oh?" Ji Shuzhen, tidying her somewhat disheveled hair, showed a curious expression, "Who is it that has come?"

Fusheng saw the Saintess’s dress strap fallen off her shoulder, looked at the expanse of white skin and, not knowing where to place his eyes, respectfully lowered his head and said, "The Third Master of the Huo Family and his Madam."

Ji Shuzhen’s expression changed subtly, murmuring, "Qin Ruan is here too."

Thinking of Fu Yuheng’s evaluation of that woman Qin Ruan, a feeling of discontent rose within her, wanting to see for herself what skills this woman truly possessed.

"If esteemed guests have arrived, why haven’t you sent someone to meet them? Our Witch Clan and the Huo Family are old friends of many years."

Ji Shuzhen’s lips curled into a smile; the words ’old friends’ carried an inexplicable irony when spoken by her.

Ignoring the mess of smashed items in the room, she walked lightly toward the door, with Fusheng following her out.

The room, which had been a vent for the Saintess’s outburst, had its door tightly shut, concealing it from all.

Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan, along with their party, reached the eighteenth floor; as soon as the elevator opened, they saw members of the Witch Clan wearing green Taoist robes standing outside.

They did not hold strict postures, yet each of them was surrounded by Black Evil Energy, either faint or dense.

Fusheng, the only one dressed in black, stood at the forefront, gesturing an invitation to the recently arrived party, "Ladies and gentlemen, please, our Saintess has been waiting for some time."

"It’s you!"

The moment Qin Ruan saw him, she recognized him as the man in black from Wenshi Mountain Peak.

For every individual she had encountered, especially those from the Mystical Sect, she could not claim a perfect memory, but she likely retained eighty percent of their essences.

Recognized, Fusheng’s pale visage remained calm and composed.

He gave a slight nod to Qin Ruan, "Madam Huo, it is an honor."

"Heh!"

Hearing his admission carried with a calm and unaffected demeanor as if nothing had happened, Qin Ruan let out a cold laugh.

She, holding onto the Third Master’s arm, stepped out of the elevator and under Fusheng’s lead, the group approached a room with its doors open.

Fusheng stood to one side of the door and said to Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan, "Please come in, the Saintess is inside, but the Saintess will not see anyone unrelated. You cannot bring anyone else with you. Those who defy the Saintess’s orders will find it difficult to leave once they enter the room."

His face wore a distant politeness, but his words held a threat.

Qin Ruan’s foot, which was just about to step into the room, slowly retracted. She saw Fusheng’s gaze, filled with disdain and intent to kill, fixed on her family’s Third Master. Her red lips curled into a cold arc, her beautiful, foxlike eyes lifted.

She let go of the Third Master’s arm and approached Fusheng, asking with a feigned smile that wasn’t really a smile, "What did you just say?"

Fusheng failed to sense the incoming danger, his tone neither cold nor warm and tinged with impatience as he said, "The Saintess won’t see unrelated people, please don’t bring anyone else in when you enter."

"Bang!"

His voice had barely faded when his body flew out like a kite with its string cut.

Qin Ruan calmly withdrew her foot, her delicate face cold as ice, her gaze coldly fell on Fusheng, who was now embarrassingly sprawled several meters away on the floor of the hallway.

Members of the Witch Clan in the hallway rushed to help their comrade who was a key aide to the Saintess after being kicked away.

They stared at Qin Ruan with eyes full of hatred for evil, their bodies swirling with Black Evil Energy, ready for battle.

Fusheng, who had been kicked away, had a flash of confusion on his pale face, not understanding why Qin Ruan would resort to violence without a word.

He was helped up from the ground, his face turning iron blue as he met Qin Ruan’s icy eyes, in the depths of which also shone a strong intent to kill.

Huo Yunjiao had never been slighted before, and now that he was being disrespected by the Witch Clan, he knew clearly that they only acted so arrogantly because they were convinced he was close to death.

Originally, he didn’t feel much, after all, any emotional turmoil was a waste for someone about to be annihilated.

But he hadn’t expected Qin Ruan to get angry over this.

Not only had Huo Yunjiao not recovered, but Huo Qiang, Huo Zhi, Lin Hao, Wei Linchen, and others behind him also widened their eyes.

Qin Ruan’s impulsive action to start a fight was indeed... quite satisfying!

Sensing the anger welling up within Qin Ruan, Huo Yunjiao draped an arm around her shoulder and comforted her in a soft, smiling voice, "Why be angry with him? It’s not worth upsetting yourself."

Qin Ruan coldly said, "He deserves to die!"

Fusheng’s disdainful attitude towards them was still tolerable, but he should never have looked at the Third Master with that kind of gaze.

Huo Yunjiao pinched her fingertips, softly saying, "Is Ruanruan feeling better now? If not, shall I take out the trash for you?"

No sooner had he spoken than a charming voice came from behind them.

"What’s going on here? Why is everyone gathered at the door and not coming in?"

Such a charming and pleasant voice would weaken the legs of the common people upon hearing it, and inevitably lead them to irrepressible fantasies.

Hearing the unfamiliar woman’s voice, Qin Ruan’s body tensed subconsciously, the imminent danger making her alert.

She slowly turned around to see the woman leaning against the door frame of the room.

The woman had a beautiful, alluring face that was full of seductive charm, her voice brimming with allure, and her body proportions were perfect. The long dress on her body was a contradictory mix of coquettishness and innocence.

As Qin Ruan sized up Ji Shuzhen, the latter was also observing her.

Qin Ruan’s delicate and stunningly beautiful face seemed cool but was actually sweet, exuding a true temperament throughout.

Her fox-like eyes sparkled with a particularly enchanting drunken haze.

Ji Shuzhen’s smile slightly receded as the depths of her eyes revealed her disgust for Qin Ruan.

She did not bother to hide it, as if afraid others might not see it.

Qin Ruan’s lips curved slightly, her voice slow, "Witch Clan Saintess?"

The woman before her reeked of coquettishness, and to label her a ’Saintess’ seemed to be a real waste of the title.