Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1134: Fu Yuheng Inherits the Legacy of the Sorcerer Ancestor Di Jiang

Chapter 1134: Chapter 1134: Fu Yuheng Inherits the Legacy of the Sorcerer Ancestor Di Jiang

"Second Brother!"

The moment the dark shadow appeared, Wei Linchen’s voice also rang out from outside the door.

As Fu Yuheng stepped into the room, his pace paused for several seconds without turning back.

After a moment, he lifted his foot and continued walking into the house.

Wei Linchen watched his back, which didn’t turn once, and disregarded the Witch Clan members guarding the doorway as he burst into the room.

He hadn’t even stepped halfway through the door when he was blocked by the wizard standing guard.

Ji Shuzhen’s eyes reddened the moment she saw Fu Yuheng.

Her pupils glowed with a blood-like light, intensely unnerving as she growled with a trembling voice, "Ghost Sixteen! You actually killed our son!"

Fu Yuheng wore a cyan Taoist robe, his long hair pinned up with a wooden hairpin, his delicate and handsome features excessively pale, exuding an air of scholarly refinement, noble yet ascetic.

His eyes expressed neither joy nor sorrow, one could say there wasn’t a single ripple in them.

Seeing Ji Shuzhen in such a frantic state, his thin lips slightly lifted, and in a calm voice he said, "Mianmian had already died long ago, I just helped him escape from your control."

Qin Ruan examined the man who walked into the room; his stature was like slender bamboo, his eyes like stars, his entire being exuded a distant temperament, his face resembling Wei Linchen to a degree that their blood relation was obvious at a glance.

Ji Shuzhen’s red lips trembled, the fury bursting from her eyes seemed as if it wanted to set everyone ablaze.

She teleported herself in front of Fu Yuheng, grabbed his throat, and lifted him into the air, "Mianmian was destined to rule the Human Realm, yet you’ve destroyed him! I’ll kill you!"

The Saint Heir was gone, reduced to ashes, her grand scheme of leading the Witch Clan to dominate the Human Realm was in ruins.

Thus, Fu Yuheng had lost any value he had left to exist.

"Let go of my brother!"

Witnessing this scene from outside the door, Wei Linchen ignored the opposition of the Witch Clan and mustered all his strength to shake off the ones blocking him.

His energy spent, his face turned pale, and his legs went weak as he entered the room.

Yet seeing his second brother’s neck grasped by the Witch Clan’s Saintess, he staggered into the room, teeth clenched.

As Qin Ruan saw Wei Linchen charging in, wanting to get close to Ji Shuzhen, she knew that if he got too close, his life would be in danger.

She let go of the hand holding Third Master and, with incredible speed, dashed in front of Wei Linchen, blocking his way as she said harshly, "Leave this to me, stay back!"

Ji Shuzhen had truly gone mad, filling the room with the overwhelming witch power emanating from her.

As Qin Ruan approached Fu Yuheng, the witch power was laden with a manic intent to kill.

Ji Shuzhen truly wanted to kill Fu Yuheng.

Thinking of the Saint Heir, of the son, Qin Ruan intuitively felt the Witch Clan was in utter chaos.

A human and a Puppet birthing a child, yet harboring delusions of ruling the Human Realm—it was something one would struggle to conceive even after ten years with a cerebral thrombosis.

They must all be insane!

But before Qin Ruan could rescue Fu Yuheng, he had already escaped from Ji Shuzhen’s grasp.

It was unclear what he’d done, but Ji Shuzhen stared disbelievingly at her own hands, as if she had been shocked, trembling all over.

Fu Yuheng maintained his modest and graceful demeanor, his expression still without a trace of disturbance.

Facing Ji Shuzhen’s furious countenance, his voice was indifferently cold, "A grudge over more than a decade should finally be settled. All these years, I’ve lingered on the edge of life and death, neither fully alive nor ghost, just for the day to take revenge with my own hands."

Ji Shuzhen wasn’t listening to his words at all, her emotions too agitated to be calmed, her eyes fixated on Fu Yuheng, "You’ve absorbed Mianmian’s power!"

Fu Yuheng gently furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding the meaning behind her words.

Ji Shuzhen was convinced that the strong witch power he had inadvertently revealed when he easily broke free from his restraints was because he had devoured the Saint Heir’s power.

But looking into her eyes, Fu Yuheng finally understood the meaning behind her words, and his face instantly darkened.

"Do you think I’m as shameless and despicable as you?!"

Even if he were no better than a beast, he would never do something as vile as devouring his own child’s power.

Ji Shuzhen’s complexion also turned sour, as she had still hoped that Ghost Sixteen would inherit the Saint Heir’s power to continue their future plans.

Yet seeing Fu Yuheng’s expression, things weren’t as she had imagined.

Ji Shuzhen gritted her teeth and asked, "Then why do you have witch power that is above mine, which is impossible for a Puppet to possess?"

"It’s because he has received the inheritance of the twelve witch ancestors, Di Jiang, which is more than the Houtu inheritance you received."

The pleasing and deep voice of Huo Third Master slowly echoed in the room.

As he spoke, all eyes turned his way.

Qin Ruan also looked at Third Master with a puzzled expression, not understanding why he would know about this.

Receiving Qin Ruan’s curious gaze, Huo Yunjiao blinked at her, revealing a tender and affectionate smile.

Upon hearing these words, Ji Shuzhen actually harbored no doubts, and her gaze on Fu Yuheng brightened even more.

She eagerly pressed on, "Did you truly receive the inheritance of the ancestor Di Jiang?"

Her tone was indescribably ecstatic, devoid of the rage she felt at the loss of the Saint Heir.

Fu Yuheng’s expression shifted slightly, his lips tightly pursed as he looked over to Huo Yunjiao.

The man before him had an extremely attention-grabbing appearance, and even more so, a calm demeanor, radiating an air of distinguished elegance.

He knew this person’s identity, his true identity.

Since entering the room, Fu Yuheng had felt a deathly chill, more terrifying than the suppression of bloodline.

Having received Di Jiang’s inheritance, he had some understanding of the ironblooded and ruthless methods of that person from Fengdu in the Netherworld.

Third Master, sensing Fu Yuheng’s gaze, seemed not to see the fear in his eyes, and with the faintest smile on his lips, he even gave a slight nod, both genteel and face-saving.

Perhaps it was his seemingly kind and friendly behavior that made Fu Yuheng relax a little.

The moment he looked away, he took a deep breath of relief.

In just those few seconds of eye contact, he had actually forgotten to breathe.

Though a Puppet didn’t need to eat or drink, he still needed the energy of heaven and earth to nourish his body, neither human nor ghost.

Ji Shuzhen, not receiving an answer from Fu Yuheng for a long time, stepped forward, gripping his wrist tightly, and asked with a firm voice, "Tell me, did you or did you not receive the inheritance of Di Jiang?"

"Let go of my brother!"

Seeing this woman getting close to his second brother, Wei Linchen felt a nameless anger surge within him.

He knew Fu Yuheng well. Even a slight frown from his second brother was enough to tell how much he detested this woman.

Wei Linchen rushed forward, striking Ji Shuzhen’s hand from Fu Yuheng’s wrist, his gaze cold as he glared at the woman before him.

"The Witch Clan destroyed my second brother, turned him into what he is now; it’s all the Witch Clan’s fault. Today, as Fu Jin, the third-generation legitimate heir of the Fu Family, I formally declare war on the Witch Clan. For the rest of their lives, the Fu Family will be at endless war with the Witch Clan!"

Wei Linchen’s eyes were bloodshot, his expression icy and taut; in this moment, he feared nothing.

His second brother, whether in temperament or looks, was extremely striking, and he had overheard their conversation.

His second brother had a child with this woman; he did not care about the child’s wellbeing but only knew the depth of his second brother’s profound revulsion for the woman before him.