Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1216: Only the Fengdu Underworld Emperor Can Break the Calamity

Chapter 1216: Chapter 1216: Only the Fengdu Underworld Emperor Can Break the Calamity

Xia Yunchen’s dark eyes watched Qin Ruan with tenderness, his handsome face expressing relief, indulgence, and above all, a profound longing for his sister.

From their first encounter, he had felt an inexplicable fondness for Qin Ruan, a closeness that transcended romantic love—a bond beyond his control.

Only when he had awakened his memories of a millennium did he deeply understand they were blood relatives.

Yet with the life-and-death challenge before them, he was unable to stay and assist.

Xia Yunchen suppressed the great reluctance in his heart and said softly to her, "Aruan, I must leave now. The fifty-two ancient clan Divine Beasts of old have all awakened and cannot linger in the Mortal World for long.

Tonight, I will take them away. We will reunite in Tu Mountain after a hundred years, and then we will never be apart again. You will forever be the revered Little Princess of the Tushan Clan."

Hearing that he was leaving, Qin Ruan reached out to grab at his fleeing soul, but came up empty.

She lost all control, her voice trembling as she asked, "Brother, what about me? How am I to endure these hundred years?"

The brother was leaving with everyone, and San Ye would not survive the winter.

Who then would remember that she was the Little Princess of the Tushan Clan, who would stay by her side throughout the long century remaining in her life?

Xia Yunchen’s wisp of a soul leaned forward slightly, his transparent hand gently stroking the top of Qin Ruan’s head: "A human life spans but a hundred years, disappearing in the blink of an eye."

Then, he sighed softly, "Aruan, your brother has never spoken harshly to you. A thousand years ago, you carved out the heart of Fengdu’s Netherworld Emperor for me; I was wrong, and so were you.

When you do something wrong, you must bravely face it. After a hundred years, your brother will personally come to take you back to Tu Mountain. Do not be afraid, the Qin family will be with you, and the children too will accompany you.

Do not fear loneliness. I, the Nine-tailed Fox of the Tushan Clan and the fifty-two ancient Divine Beasts behind us, will always stand behind you. Remember, no matter when or where you are, you are always the most noble Little Princess of the Tushan Nine-tailed Foxes."

Even having erred, Qin Ruan still remained the Little Princess of Tu Mountain, her status allowing no one to demean her.

Her mistake from a thousand years ago had been paid for when he sacrificed his own body to the unforgivable, vicious puppets in the Netherworld River.

His sister should not have to bear any more pain; it all would end this very night.

Qin Ruan, with tears streaming down her face, shook her head and reached for Xia Yunchen, passing repeatedly through his fading spirit while pleading, "Brother, please don’t go, can you? I’m scared, I’m really so scared!"

She dared not release her emotions in front of San Ye, but in front of the brother who had doted on her as she grew, she had no inhibitions.

She was truly afraid, afraid of being alone, afraid of having no one to depend on.

The feeling of being abandoned by the entire world tormented and agonized her.

She knew she was wrong and could not seek forgiveness from anyone.

But a century of solitude was too severe a punishment for her; it would drive her mad.

As he saw his sister crying pitifully, Xia Yunchen felt an immense heartache and wished to embrace and comfort her, but his unstable spirit form couldn’t solidify.

He bent to Qin Ruan’s level, his palms condensed from mist, and gently touched her cheek, intending to wipe away the tears.

Glistening teardrops slid through his fingertips, landing on the bedspread and spreading rapidly.

Xia Yunchen’s lips curved into a gentle smile as he spoke softly, comforting her, "Aruan, don’t be afraid. I am always here."

His voice was weak, barely audible.

As his words faded away, that transparent soul dissipated into specks of white light, passing through the room’s floor-to-ceiling windows and flying towards the distant horizon like shooting stars.

"Qin Ruan, quick, look outside!"

Hu Yixian’s cry of astonishment rang out.

Qin Ruan lifted her tear-stained face and looked out the window with blurred vision.

The night sky was awash with millions of shooting stars, their fleeting beauty a stunning spectacle that took one’s breath away.

"Aruan, if you miss me, just look up at the sky. Your brother will be waiting for you in Tu Mountain to come home."

From the distant horizon, came Xia Yunchen’s tender and smiling intimate words.

Qin Ruan’s unstoppable tears fell anew.

She got up quickly and rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window, witnessing the spectacular panorama of shooting stars gliding swiftly across the sky.

Until the last one vanished, she had cried herself to the point of helplessness.

Qin Ruan, bracing herself on the window, sobbed and muttered, "Brother..."

In the moment Xia Yunchen left, the creature coiled on the bed transformed back into its human shape, Changyuan.

He performed an ancient ceremony for Qin Ruan, his voice deep as he said, "Aruan, my master and I will be waiting for your return home on Tu Mountain."

When he finished speaking, Changyuan turned into a wisp of black mist and disappeared inside the room.

Next were the four great mythical creatures: Qiongqi, Taowu, Hundun, each of them stepping forward to bid farewell in turn.

The last one was Taotie, the eldest son of the Rong family, born into the aristocracy.

He was as modest as jade, a gentle nature emanating from his very bones.

Rong Menglan walked up to Qin Ruan, his affectionate mandarin duck eyes brimming with a faint smile, and he spoke softly, "Aruan, I depart today, and, once my soul is restored, the myriad affairs of the mortal world will no longer concern me.

Remembering our past friendship, if one day the Rong family falls into misfortune, I hope you can lend a hand, consider it as repaying the years of nurturing and cultivation."

Qin Ruan closed her eyes, her voice hoarse as she replied, "Alright—"

"Spending the night lying awake, listening to the wind and rain, dreaming of a horse crossing a frozen river; it’s quite a poetic name, I actually quite like it."

This was Rong Menglan, the eldest son of the Rong family, and these were his last words in this world.

One after another, the other ancient divine beasts departed.

When Hu Yixian and Aqing approached her, Qin Ruan’s delicate face darkened.

Her reddened, cool eyes stared at them, "Are you also leaving?"

Hu Yixian smiled, "Qin Ruan, I do not belong here."

Aqing stated as a matter of fact, "Princess, the Divine Monarch has already departed, and the human realm cannot accommodate us."

Qin Ruan took a deep breath and questioned Hu Yixian, "What about my elder brother then? Don’t say there’s no connection between you; do you want him to spend the rest of his life suffering in agonizing longing for you?"

She turned her gaze to Aqing and probed, "With debts of love unpaid, can you really leave? When it was time to leave the Huo Family, you did not, and now you’re leaving just to wait for a future love calamity to come, to end up in a situation close to soul destruction like I have?"

Both hung their heads in silence, as if reflecting on themselves.

Suddenly, Hu Yixian looked up, his expression blank yet his tone was gentle as he said to Qin Ruan, "I swear to follow my master to the death!"

Aqing also spoke up, "Princess, love debts are unavoidable, but humans and demons are doomed to have no good ending. After today, I will never see the second master Huo again; how can there be talk of a calamity of love."

"Fine! Fine! Go! All of you, just go, and never appear before me again!"

Qin Ruan’s facial expression froze as she roared furiously.

She turned and left the bedroom without glancing at the others once.

Lan An watched her departing figure, his expression holding back unspoken words.

He was about to follow when Hu Yixian reached out to stop him, "Don’t go; her emotions are unstable right now, she will come to terms with it slowly."

Their departure was a forced choice, and Qin Ruan’s life-and-death trial was right before their eyes.

The time had come, and their staying would only bring about other changes.

The Heavenly Dao does not permit ancient divine beasts to continue existing in the mortal world, and the Netherworld City of Fengdu was under strict martial law; all departed souls were allowed to enter but not leave, and millions of Yin Soldiers of Fengdu City were on standby.

The withdrawal of the ancient divine beasts was not the end.

A great battle was looming, and all eyes were on how the Lord of Fengdu would overcome the trials.

That old fox’s millennial scheme surely couldn’t come to nothing.

If there was anyone in this world who had the power to contend with the Heavenly Dao, it was only the Great Emperor of the Netherworld in Fengdu City.

Lan An seemed struck by a thought, an eerie light flickering in his ice-green eyes.

Holding Lingfeng’s hand, he asked Hu Yixian, "When do you plan to leave?"

Hu Yixian’s enchanting eyes raised seductively as he countered, "Why are you still standing here now?"

Lan An replied truthfully, "The Divine Monarch has commanded me to witness with my own eyes Aruan passing through her life-and-death trial. I believe the third master Huo has probably made his move; I want to see for myself."

Xia Yunchen did not leave without consciousness.

Through the little divine power remaining, he informed his loyal servants, with the exception of the single-minded Changyuan, to witness their sister’s overcoming of her ordeal before returning to Tu Mountain.

With a smile that was not quite a smile, Hu Yixian nonchalantly flicked his sleeves, "I have the same intentions, let’s go to the Huo Mansion."

Aqing was also among the last to stay, she being the most devoted maid of the Nine-tailed Fox clan, with an unparalleled sense of duty to her master, naturally going with the rest to the Huo Mansion.