Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1186: Aruan is my emotional calamity, and I am her calamity of death

Chapter 1186: Chapter 1186: Aruan is my emotional calamity, and I am her calamity of death

Huo Yunjiao’s eyelids drooped slightly. As the man who spent day and night by Qin Ruan’s side, how could he not be aware of the changes in her?

Ever since Qin Ruan had become pregnant, her constitution was completely out of control. At the deep of night, her fox tail would manifest, changing from the initial single tail to now being able to transform into five white tails.

The bloodline awakening had come too quickly.

This was also why he would torment Qin Ruan every few days, making her body fall into a state of complete exhaustion without any chance to notice the problems with herself.

Recalling the red flames at the tips of the white fox tails, Huo Yunjiao’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his hands also itched a bit.

With a shadowy light hidden in his eyes and a slightly husky voice, he said with conviction, "Before the child is born, Aruan will not regain her memory."

He would not allow any accident to disrupt this chess game that had been set up over a thousand years.

He was the manipulator of this game; all the pieces were played in the palm of his hand, whether they were those who wanted to jump out of the game or those who wanted to stir up storms on the chessboard, they were all obstacles in his way.

The unruly pieces’ ultimate fate was to be completely discarded or destroyed.

Even if the Heavenly Dao intended to destroy this game at will, he would fight against it to the end.

Huo Yunjiao fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "How are things at Qi Mountain?"

Ming Tianheng’s eyelids slightly lowered, obediently replying, "Xia Yunchen has already awakened the fifty-two ancient divine beasts that were in slumber, except for Qiong Qi and Tao Wu in the Netherworld; only Hun Dun and Taotie have yet to stir."

Huo Yunjiao’s lips curled up slightly, "Taotie has already awakened, currently enjoying himself in the Capital City; only Hun Dun is left. Send someone to the Sea City. Hun Dun is there, throw him to Xia Yunchen, and by the way, ask Xia Yunchen a question."

"Ask him if he wants to attend mine and Aruan’s grand wedding."

Ming Tianheng’s lips curved into a mocking and cold smile, "He is certainly dying to be released."

Detecting his subordinate’s contempt, Huo Yunjiao said indifferently, "If he wants to come, tell him he only has six months left. As long as he behaves in these six months, I will let him reunite with Aruan."

Ming Tianheng frowned, "Emperor, why do this?"

Huo Yunjiao’s slender and fair fingers touched the table, making contact with the Kun Tian Nether Buddha Beads, "You cannot protect Aruan. Xia Yunchen is supported by fifty-two ancient divine beasts and the four savage beasts with ferocious combat prowess. Only if they stay to protect Aruan, can I leave with peace of mind."

"Emperor, forgive my overstepping, but what exactly happened that year? Even if you have deep love and obligation towards the Fox Clan’s Aruan, have you spent a thousand years just to retire on your own?"

Ming Tianheng could not comprehend and still harbored resentment towards Aruan in his heart.

But he had no right; he could see the Emperor’s fondness for the Fox Clan’s Aruan.

But with a heart-wrenching pain, how could it be so easily put down?

Huo Yunjiao’s thin lips curved into a playful and mocking arc, casually glancing at Ming Tianheng, "You’re bold indeed; after all these years, you’re the first one to ask about the circumstances of that year."

Seeing that the Emperor wasn’t angry, Ming Tianheng set aside rank and spoke directly, "I’m simply curious."

Huo Yunjiao’s eyes dimmed, his fingers touching the broken traces on the Kun Tian Nether Buddha Beads, and he said softly, "Aruan is my emotional calamity, and I am her death calamity; we are fated to be inseparable until death. The heart-wrenching pain of that year was also due to my inaction."

"Emotional calamity and death calamity?!"

Ming Tianheng roared out, his voice resounding through the entire study.

His beautiful and soft features twisted fiercely, as if having heard something shocking and fearful; even the red mole at the tip of his nose turned eerily and dangerously red.

The gods of all heavens, no matter which one encountered an emotional tribulation or death trial, were destined to endure all kinds of hardships and even face the danger of complete annihilation of soul and deity.

Should emotional tribulation collide with death trial, there was no need to suffer, one could directly perish.

The cause and effect of trials meant that the best outcome was for one to die and the other to live, and this was the best result. Countless Immeasurable Gods had fallen over billions of years because of it.

Never had Ming Tianheng imagined that such astonishing secrets were hidden.

With a hoarse voice, he called out, "Emperor!"

Huo Yunjiao gently smiled, speaking in an even tone, "We’ve made it through, haven’t we? My emotional trial is over, only Aruan’s death trial remains."

Long ago, when Fox Clan’s Aruan intruded into his Netherworld’s Feidu City, he knew that girl was his emotional trial. Otherwise, why would he feel a preference for her at first sight, indulging her in every possible way, even though the agony of heart extraction couldn’t make him... resolutely sever the emotional trial.

Ming Tianheng took a deep breath and asked through gritted teeth, "Dare I ask the Emperor, whose blood fills the blood pool in the Purgatory of the Netherworld?"

Huo Yunjiao let out a low chuckle, "Mine."

Just as his words ended, the room filled with the dense sound of teeth grinding.

Huo Yunjiao seemed not to hear, his body relaxed as he leaned back in his seat, eyes half-closed, lips slightly parting, "Release Xia Yunchen without any movement, leave the rest for him to come to me about."

"Yes, Emperor—"

Ming Tianheng’s voice was somewhat choked up as many things became clear in his mind.

He had only known the true extent of the Emperor and Aruan’s suffering, difficulty, danger, and fortuitousness over a thousand years when the Emperor spoke of emotional and death trials.

They were destined for one to live and one to die, or both to perish, and yet they had forcefully reversed fate to rejoin and accompany each other in the present.

No wonder the flowers of the other side wilted in the Netherworld, blooming once again only after the Little Emperor was born; no wonder the oppressive force and resentment of the Purgatory’s blood pool were so intense that not even he could approach.

Ages ago, it was rumored that two Immeasurable Gods, each carrying an emotional and death trial, met in the Lower Realm. They missed each other life after life, tormenting one another without a positive ending.

Only after ten lifetimes did one Immeasurable God restore his Divine Sense. By then, their Divine Powers had been almost entirely depleted, insufficient to allow their souls to return properly. The Immeasurable God who knew the truth understood what trials they would face.

At that time, he and the other Immeasurable God had deep-seated feelings. Unwilling to die or see his beloved hurt, he initiated an Ancient Secret Technique.

The Ancient Secret Technique used one’s own godly blood to fill the blood pool, augmented with Divine Power to help the lover with too much eroded Divine Power to rebuild Godhood and help them through the trial successfully.

Later, it was said they overcame both emotional and death trials and reunited in the Divine Realm. They had survived.

But this was all rumors; the Immeasurable God who had activated the secret technique would not have escaped unscathed. What price the other had paid, no one knew, and even if still alive, they surely could not return to their divine status.

Ming Tianheng no longer needed to ask further; he knew what the Emperor had done.

After all, it was he who had personally sent Qin Ruan into Purgatory to be scorched by Nether Fire, refining her soul to acquire a Demi-God Body. The young masters and mistresses had survived in the blood pool of the adjacent Purgatory, thanks to their parent’s Puppet Power and Divine Power. Who else but the Lord of Fengdu knew that the pool of blood came from him?

Seeing Ming Tianheng still standing in a daze, Huo Yunjiao waved a hand, "You may go."

When he initiated the Ancient Secret Technique, he was aware of the outcome he would face and had never regretted it.

Now that the game was set, all that remained was to take things slowly.

Ming Tianheng’s movements were stiff as he bowed and disappeared from the spot, leaving only a thin trace of deathly aura lingering in the study.