Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1211: I Harbor Desires, She Harbors Evil Intentions

Chapter 1211: Chapter 1211: I Harbor Desires, She Harbors Evil Intentions

Huo Yirong, having received a satisfactory reply, did not show a smile.

He looked at his third brother sitting on the sofa, his face as pale as paper, with deep sorrow hidden in his eyes.

His heart was also filled with many questions he wanted to ask, yet he didn’t know where to begin.

Huo Yunjiao seemed to know what he was thinking. He patted the spot next to him and spoke gently, "Second brother, come and sit. We haven’t talked in a long time. Let’s talk today."

He played with the remaining seventeen Buddha Beads in his hand, his pale, clearly defined slender fingers enhanced in beauty by the cracked beads.

Huo Yirong walked forward and sat next to him.

His hands rested on his knees, looking somewhat restless.

Huo Yunjiao looked at him sideways, a smile lingering on his face, his speech slow and gentle, "Second brother, what do you want to ask?"

Huo Yirong’s lips were tightly pursed as he suppressed his panic and asked point-blank, "Who are you?"

Since you’re not part of the Huo Family, then who are you, and where do you belong?

Huo Yunjiao, with a naturally noble and elegant demeanor, a beautiful face expressing indifference, and thin lips slightly parting said, "The Lord of Feidu City."

Huo Yirong’s lips twitched, his face extremely contorted.

It was as if he had heard something unbelievable, his voice difficult as he asked, "Is it the Feidu I’m thinking of?"

Huo Yunjiao’s eyebrows raised slightly, his voice playfully asking, "Which other Feidu City does second brother know of?"

His idle hand rested on his leg, tapping through his pajamas, then added, "Or should I say Ghost City, some also call it Netherworld. It’s the place where souls go after people die. Every being, after their fall in all the heavens and realms, will go to Feidu City."

"Damn!" Huo Yirong cursed loudly, feeling very uneasy.

No wonder Huo Yunjiao had said earlier that after a hundred years, the people of the Huo Family would have a day of reunion.

It turned out that after their death, they were meant to visit this person’s domain.

Huo Yirong furrowed his brows, his dark eyes radiating confusion, "Then why did you come to the Huo Family, and what is the calamity about Qin Ruan?"

Huo Yunjiao’s movements with the Buddha Beads paused, the playful smile fading from his eyes as his pale, handsome face grew solemn.

He reclined his body back, lounging lazily against the sofa, hiding a hint of danger in his eyes as he spoke softly, "Aruan and I do not belong here. We came to the Human Realm to undergo trials."

Huo Yirong, with a numb expression, asked, "Trials? What do you mean?"

Huo Yunjiao’s tone turned cold, "Each soul in all the heavens and realms has its own calamities to face. Mortals have their mortal tribulations. These calamities are natural laws, the Path of Yin and Yang and beyond control. They began the moment the universe was born.

Aruan and I, being inherently detached from mortal flesh as Ancient Gods, gods and spirits at the shortest might receive guidance every few thousand years or tens of thousands of years to undergo these calamities.

With each test, the enlightenment we gain is the way. The understanding of the laws of all things becomes clearer each time, and only after enduring the calami of life and death can we walk the same path as the heavens.

The calamities of mortals are directly related to their own fortune—those with great fortune live a smooth life, those with average rely on their deeds, and those with little face many trials due to their karmic rewards from previous lives. This is the way.

These tribulations are not arranged by some entity higher than gods, but are the way of the laws of all things, also known as Heavenly Dao, similar to the fate-driven cycle of reincarnation."

Huo Yirong’s mouth hung open, his expression one of extreme astonishment, "Is it like what Meng Zi said, that ’for a great task to be bestowed on a person, heaven first makes their heart suffer, their sinews and bones hardworking, their body hungry, their body depleted, their actions chaotic, thus moving their hearts and tempering their endurance, increasing what they cannot bear’?"

Huo Yunjiao nodded slightly, his voice weary, "Approximately, whether gods or humans, or even the flowers and trees of the world, they all have their own calamities. It’s an unavoidable order for all beings."

Huo Yirong pressed, "After you leave, does it mean you have successfully passed your trial?"

Huo Yunjiao shook his head and smiled, "This life I am accompanying Aruan to face her trials. Once she succeeds and leaves, my time will not be far either. Before this year ends or maybe after, the people from the Witch Clan will come to Capital City. They are the culprits behind Aruan’s life and death calamity, and will also become the stepping stone for her triumphant trial."

Huo Yirong had no interest in the Witch Clan at this point. His tone urgent, he asked, "Even if Qin Ruan succeeds in her trial, will she leave with you? What about the three children, Ayao, Anqi, and Anuan?"

Thinking of his three nieces and nephews, Lord Huo’s countenance turned exceedingly grim.

How could he bear the thought of these children growing up without their parents since they were so young? It was utterly cruel.

Huo Yunjiao looked at him with a surprised expression, then said calmly, "Aruan will not leave; she will accompany the children as they grow. This is the punishment of a hundred years of solitude I’ve given her, to let her experience the torment and hardship of my thousand-year wait."

Huo Yirong listened, confused and full of questions. "What exactly is going on between you two?"

Huo Yunjiao paused for a moment, his voice weary with a slight sweetness of resignation, "It’s nothing but a foolish mishap. Initially, I was led by desire, and she harbored malice.

Only later did I realize she was both my romantic and life-and-death catastrophe. Both fates doomed me to not emerge unscathed, and although I was ready to face them, who knew she could be so ruthless to literally rip out my heart.

With the heart that held her lost, my feelings for her dissipated too. Even the last bit of pity I had for her vanished, ultimately leading us both to ruin. Ayao and Anqi were conceived by Aruan a millennium ago, a pity I only discovered after her downfall.

Thanks to these two rascals’ existence, in my numerous searches throughout the cycles of reincarnation, those feelings of affection lost because of initial desire have finally returned.

Now, I no longer have the heart to hurt her in the slightest. The remaining hundred years of her life is my final punishment to her. After a hundred years, all the past grudges between us will cease to exist."

"...Sister-in-law really is ruthless."

Hearing that the Emperor of Fengdu had his heart dug out, Huo Yirong, instinctively siding with Huo Yunjiao, thought Qin Ruan was too heartless.

The person sitting beside him was his brother of thirty years; he couldn’t reconcile this person with the legendary figure.

Huo Yunjiao smiled, greatly agreeing, "That girl is not just ruthless; within the myriad realms, there’s no one she wouldn’t dare provoke.

Even Ancient Gods entering my Fengdu City have to behave tactfully, yet she aimed straight for my heart, just to save her brother. Such courage is unmatched in all the realms, possessed only by Aruan."

Huo Yirong, sensing the indulgence and protection in his tone, raised an eyebrow and asked, "You don’t hate her?"

With a pampering and tender smile, Huo Yunjiao chuckled softly, his voice relaxed, "I did hate her when my heart was dug out. I hated her ruthlessness, her complete lack of affection towards me, hated that everything in the past was false.

Later, knowing she lived a tough life after leaving, I felt no pity for her. Upon learning she was pregnant when she died, I personally ventured into the mortal world to find her.

In each life I met her, I slowly regained the emotions I had lost. Seeing her suffer and meet unhappy ends in each life, the deep-seated hatred gradually faded, replaced by helplessness and heartache."

He was fortunate that Aruan had carried Ayao and Anqi in her womb back then, or he wouldn’t have personally gone searching through the mortal world.

What had been dug out back then was not just his heart, but also the love he had for Aruan.

Throughout the entanglements of life after life, he regained his favor and indulgence towards Aruan.

The past couldn’t exactly point out who was right or wrong, as neither romance nor life-and-death calamity was easy to survive.

Huo Yirong, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but sigh, "The tangle of love and hate in your story shows it truly is love if you didn’t become sworn enemies."

Huo Yunjiao’s lips curled into a faint smile, "Hatred arises from love, separation from attachment; unable to let go. Since this affection is unwilling to be severed, the only way to obtain it is to reverse the heaven and earth."

Over the years, he had let go of many things, but the reciprocation he received for his past efforts was the pain of a heart being dug out, which he couldn’t easily forget.

Soon, this reluctance would also dissipate.

After a thousand years of relentless pursuit, if he couldn’t fulfill his desires, he feared he might fall into madness.

Huo Yirong leaned back on the sofa, his voice complex and containing a hint of incomprehension, "I admit I couldn’t be as magnanimous as you."

To think, if someone were to dig out his heart, even if he still liked that person, he couldn’t forgive them.

Huo Yunjiao held the Buddha Beads in his hand, stood up, and said with profound meaning, "When you meet the right person, you’ll understand."

He flicked at non-existent dust on his clothes, his gaze inadvertently sweeping towards the corner of the second floor. His beautiful, pale lips curved into an intrigued arc, "I’ll go upstairs to see Aruan; it’s time for her to wake up."

"Go ahead," Huo Yirong waved to him.

His mind still muddled, he needed time to sort it all out.