Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1132: His Madame is Unyielding, Wild, Ruffian-like, and Fierce

Chapter 1132: Chapter 1132: His Madame is Unyielding, Wild, Ruffian-like, and Fierce

Ji Shuzhen nodded, her tone neither cold nor warm, "Madam of the Huo Family?"

Qin Ruan raised an eyebrow and stepped forward, extending her hand, "Pleased to meet you."

Her friendliness and politeness somehow surprised Ji Shuzhen.

Looking at the delicate jade hand extended before her, Ji Shuzhen chuckled softly and slowly reached out her hand.

Just as her hand was about to touch Qin Ruan’s fingertips, Qin Ruan suddenly withdrew her hand and gracefully tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

Her icy gaze sized up the Witch Clan Saintess before her as if she were an inanimate object, her demeanor arrogant and her tone losing its prior composure, "So this is what you look like. You wish to be my sister-in-law, but I see it’s nothing special."

From the very first glimpse of Ji Shuzhen, she detested the woman from the depths of her heart.

Without any reason, she simply couldn’t stand her.

Faced with such an insult, red light flashed through Ji Shuzhen’s eyes as she clenched her teeth and said sternly, "What did you say?"

Seeing her anger, the smile on Qin Ruan’s face grew even brighter as she pronounced each word clearly, "I said, you’re an ugly toad wishing to eat swan meat!"

Ji Shuzhen flew into a rage, "You’re seeking death!"

Ignoring the people around, she extended her well-maintained hand into a claw and lunged for Qin Ruan’s face.

Her nails, dyed red, seemed more dangerous than sharp blades.

Qin Ruan wasn’t one to sit idly by. In the split second when Ji Shuzhen made her move, she swiftly sidestepped to avoid the attack.

The next moment, she teleported behind Ji Shuzhen.

Just as she was about to strike at Ji Shuzhen’s fatal points, her opponent sensed the danger and vanished from the spot.

Quickly, Qin Ruan felt a gust of wind from the left, her body bending backward, once again dodging Ji Shuzhen’s assault.

This time, capitalizing on her keen sense of smell, she lashed out with her foot towards the front.

Her kick didn’t miss; it connected with something solid.

"My dress!"

Ji Shuzhen materialized before Qin Ruan, her face twisted in pain as she looked down at the light shoe print on her dress, her expression full of anger and her body shaking with fury.

It wasn’t just the damage to her dress that distressed her but also the fact that within three exchanges, Qin Ruan had nearly wounded her.

Unwilling to accept this, Ji Shuzhen wanted to gauge Qin Ruan’s strength more clearly and struck out at her again.

When she wanted to fight, naturally, Qin Ruan wouldn’t back down.

This time they fought fiercely, evenly matched, yet neither managed to injure the other.

The two fought their way into the room, where Huo Yunjiao’s distinctively jointed hands gently lifted to press against the bridge of his nose, his expression somewhat weary.

He and Qin Ruan had agreed not to engage in combat if possible since she was still in the risky early stages of her pregnancy, not even three months along.

Watching the two women fight intensely inside the room, Huo Yunjiao’s expression was one of helplessness, but a trace of compromise appeared in his eyes.

His wife was unyielding, wild, rough around the edges, and fierce.

In the absence of danger, Huo Yunjiao would not intervene and disrupt Qin Ruan’s enthusiasm for the fight.

He turned his head toward the corridor, looking at the room guarded by Witch Clan members to the right of the elevator.

From inside that room emanated a dense, dark Evil Qi.

The sound of a child crying reached his ears.

The voice was weak, involuntarily reminding Huo Yunjiao of the memory when Ayao wept in pain in the Purgatory’s blood pool years ago.

Several times, the pain was so intense that it nearly shattered his soul. That agony swept through Huo Yao’s body once again, making him shiver involuntarily.

As their divine senses connected, Ayao’s spiritual wisdom was only half-awake. All he knew was to cry out for his father, for his mother, to cry out in pain.

Huo Yunjiao sighed softly, stepping into the room with a composed pace. After a few steps, he turned back and in a deep voice commanded the person standing outside the door, "Follow me, Huo Zhi."

"Yes, Master——"

Carrying something in his arms, Huo Zhi quickly stepped forward, his pace neither fast nor slow, following closely behind his master.

Qin Ruan’s skills were almost on par with Ji Shuzhen, but she couldn’t handle the latter’s lethal and cunning attacks that were designed to kill.

Even Qin Ruan, who had mixed in West City for many years, found it taxing.

The malicious techniques of Ji Shuzhen were just too despicable for Qin Ruan to fend off, and she despised them.

The opponent always attacked vulnerable spots to embarrass her. When Ji Shuzhen was about to sneak attack her lower abdomen, Qin Ruan had no choice but to unleash her Nether Power to ward off the person trying to sneak up on her again.

A strong golden light radiated from Qin Ruan’s body. Ji Shuzhen detected the danger immediately, but it was too late to retreat. She was flung against a bookshelf lined with books in the room.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Ji Shuzhen’s body crashed harshly against the bookshelf.

Clutching her heart meridian with one hand, she used her Witch Power to quickly repair the meridians injured by the Nether Power.

While aware of Qin Ruan’s uniqueness and her connections in the Netherworld, Ji Shuzhen hadn’t imagined she would be powerless against the slight release of that energy.

This left her feeling extremely dissatisfied, and her desire to kill Qin Ruan intensified.

If this woman was not eliminated, she would undoubtedly interfere with her plans to lead the Witch Clan to dominate the Human Realm.

Seeing that the fight had ceased, Huo Yunjiao strolled over to Qin Ruan’s side.

He looked down at Ji Shuzhen from his towering position. His handsome and exquisite features were striking, and a sharp light flickered in his deep and dark eyes. A formidable aura enveloped the room, spreading unrestrained in every corner.

This oppressive sensation was focused solely on Ji Shuzhen; neither Qin Ruan nor Huo Zhi sensed it.

While Ji Shuzhen was still contemplating ways to eliminate Qin Ruan, she found herself immobilized by the fear induced by Huo Yunjiao’s formidable aura.

Her eyes showed panic and disbelief as she stared at Huo Yunjiao. Breaths turned labored, her complexion visibly paling at an alarming rate.

"You, you’re not——"

With a slight upward curl of his lips, a gentle smile crossed Huo Yunjiao’s face, his voice sprinkled with a chilling undertone, "Before you speak, consider how many lives you have."

Ji Shuzhen swallowed her following words.

She continued to stare at the man before her with eyes filled with unrest and fear.

Wasn’t it said that Third Master Huo was on his deathbed? Why couldn’t she see the life force dissipating from him? Instead, she was petrified by the intense aura of death and overpowering authority emanating from him.

Qin Ruan was unaware of the silent clash between the two.

She saw that Huo Zhi had also entered the room and walked toward her, taking from her the documents containing detailed records of the Witch Clan’s actions.

Qin Ruan approached Ji Shuzhen and flipping through the first document in front of her, she said sarcastically, "Without looking into it, who knew the Witch Clan’s ambitions were so vast, their influence reaching throughout Capital City? Boss Pang from Longjun Villa in the Wenshi Mountain Peak tourist area has died. You’re the Saintess, you should be aware, right? His transactions with the Witch Clan are recorded in great detail."

"Heh!" Ji Shuzhen scoffed, "Without evidence, I’d advise you not to make baseless accusations."

In the absence of clear knowledge about Third Master Huo’s health, she was not ready to completely fall out with the Huo Family.

Qin Ruan flipped to the page containing photographs of Boss Pang and his lover Ali dead from poisoning, and presented it to Ji Shuzhen.

"I wouldn’t have sought you out without evidence. You might not know this, but I can summon spirits of the deceased. They can have the good fortune of being called upon for a chat after their seventh day of death has passed."