Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1217: The Truth Behind Tushan Ahruan’s Demise

Chapter 1217: Chapter 1217: The Truth Behind Tushan Ahruan’s Demise

Huo Mansion.

Huo Yunjiao instructed Huo Qiang and Huo Chuan to take the three children upstairs to rest and ordered that no one was allowed to come down.

The old mansion was particularly quiet tonight; if Qin Ruan had been there, she would have noticed that the barrier protecting the vast mansion had disappeared.

Twelve dark shadows, like wraiths, flitted across the Huo Mansion, following a familiar scent to the small building where Third Master Huo lived.

Tonight, there were no guards inside or outside the small building. Huo Yunjiao, dressed comfortably, sat on the spacious living room sofa.

His legs were crossed, silver rimless glasses perched on his nose, as he looked down at the surveillance feed on the tablet in his hands, appearing genteel and gracefully dignified.

Across from Huo Yunjiao sat Qin Ruan, petite and looking somewhat restrained.

She didn’t cling to the Third Master as usual; she stayed far from him, as if avoiding germs.

As the twelve dark shadows neared the small building, Qin Ruan, who was sitting uncomfortably on the sofa, suddenly sat upright.

Huo Yunjiao looked up, his affectionate, peach blossom eyes reflecting a sharp, icy murderous intent.

His thin lips parted, his voice cold, "They have arrived."

Sitting across from him, Qin Ruan’s red lips parted, "Emperor, shall we make a move now?"

The familiar male voice that came from her lips belonged to Ming Tianheng, who had disguised himself as Qin Ruan.

Huo Yunjiao’s eyelids drooped slightly; he continued to focus on the tablet, his voice indifferent, "Wait a bit longer."

The surveillance outside failed to capture the twelve dark shadows; he casually tossed the tablet aside.

Feeling the thick witch power pervading the air, Huo Yunjiao suddenly lifted his hand, signaling the Netherworld God lurking in the dark behind him to get ready.

In the moment when the twelve ancient ancestral witches burst into the living room, Chu Zifeng and other Netherworld Gods sprang into action.

A fierce yet bloodless battle unfolded.

Huo Yunjiao and Ming Tianheng, disguised as Qin Ruan, remained motionless on the sofa, avoiding the Witch Clan’s Ji Shuzhen, who was being pursued by the Netherworld Gods. With crimson lips and a body filled with chilling murderous intent, she walked towards the tranquil pair sitting in the living room.

Now awakened with the witch power of Hou Tu, she was full of confidence in tonight’s battle.

Tonight, as the twelve ancient ancestral witches pursued Tushan Ahruan of the Fox Clan, she planned to seize the opportunity to take possession of the two children with the Innate Spiritual Body and Innate Yin Body.

Possessing these two treasures would greatly aid the expansion of the Witch Clan’s power in the Mortal World.

Ji Shuzhen stared at Qin Ruan seated on the sofa, her whole body emanating murderous intent; her face was filled with smug arrogance as if she could already see the scene of her enemies’ death by her hand.

As she approached, a figure stepped past her and came before Huo Yunjiao.

The person had long hair tied up, secured with a white jade hairpin, and bowed to the man sitting at the head of the sofa.

"Emperor, it has been a long time."

It was Fu Yuheng from the Fu Family, who had unexpectedly received the legacy of the witch ancestor Emperor Jiang.

From the day he learned that the other possessed the witch ancestor’s legacy, Huo Yunjiao knew that a confrontation between them was inevitable someday.

The other’s demeanor was friendly; Huo Yunjiao did not withhold his good manners and nodded reservedly, "It has been a long time, Second Young Master Fu."

Dressed in a blue Taoist robe and exuding an aura of scholarly nobility, Fu Yuheng’s face showed a bitter smile, "I truly did not expect to meet again under such circumstances."

Huo Yunjiao’s pale lips lifted slightly, revealing a lazy smile; his eyebrows like ink paintings, his eyes like stars, with a disengaged air, he seemed almost ethereal.

He cast his gaze down, slowly and methodically adjusting his sleeves with a pleasant and melodious voice, he calmly asked, "Now that you’ve arrived, have you made your decision?"

Fu Yuheng nodded, "Indeed."

Since the appearance of the twelve forefathers of the Witch Clan, he had been the only person present who had not made a move.

Ji Shuzhen did not understand their cryptic conversation and yelled at Fu Yuheng, "Stop wasting words! Kill Qin Ruan!"

The twelve forefathers were part of the Witch Clan that existed since ancient times. They were born with invincible physical bodies, possessed immortality, could devour the heavens and the earth, manipulate wind, water, thunder, and lightning, move mountains, fill seas, and change the sky.

Qin Ruan had died at their hands a thousand years ago, and Huo Yunjiao naturally harbored hatred toward them.

Unfortunately, the twelve people present had inherited the legacy of the forefathers, but they were merely puppets clad in human skin, not the true ancestors.

Seeing Ji Shuzhen who had inherited Houtu’s legacy speak rudely, Huo Yunjiao waved her hand, causing her body to crash to the ground like broken objects, making a thundrous dull sound as it contacted the floor.

Ji Shuzhen’s scream erupted, her beautiful face twisted in pain.

However, she quickly recovered, thanks to the legacy she had received.

Not daring to provoke Huo Yunjiao further, she stood up and charged at Qin Ruan, who was sitting motionlessly on the sofa, with her hands shaped like claws, aiming directly at her vitals.

"You wretched woman! How dare you lay a hand on me!"

Ming Tianheng couldn’t pretend any longer, feeling the overwhelming murderous aura brought by Ji Shuzhen, he rose and engaged in a fight with her.

With his first words, Ji Shuzhen realized she had been tricked.

As the two fought, Ming Tianheng reverted to his extremely alluring visage of the Underworld King.

Ji Shuzhen realized that Qin Ruan was not really here, and she intended to go find her, but Ming Tianheng was too tough to handle.

While Fu Yuheng and the other eleven witch forefathers battled fiercely with the gods from the Netherworld, Hu Yixian, Aqing, Lan An, and Lingfeng arrived at the Huo mansion ahead of Qin Ruan.

Seeing the ongoing fight inside the building, they did not step forward to assist. Instead, they focused their gaze on Huo Yunjiao, sitting calmly at the center of the room.

She was speaking to a refined man dressed in a blue Taoist robe, exuding an aura of scholarliness.

Hu Yixian saw that the gods from the Netherworld were clearly overpowering the twelve ancestors but it seemed like they were deliberately delaying, unwilling to end it swiftly.

Seeing that Qin Ruan would return soon, he walked briskly up to the composed and serene Huo Yunjiao.

Hu Yixian furrowed his brow and said in a stern voice, "Qin Ruan will be back soon, how long do you plan to let them drag this out?"

Huo Yunjiao had noticed the four arriving and didn’t regard them seriously.

Now with Hu Yixian stepping forward to confront her, San Ye casually raised an eyelid and looked at him indifferently, "Naturally until Aruan returns. A thousand years ago, it was they who personally killed my person. This time, it naturally has to be Aruan who kills them in return."

Back then, it was the twelve witch forefathers who had personally killed Tushan Ahruan, the princess of the Fox Clan.

In this life, it had to be Qin Ruan who personally killed the twelve witch forefathers. Even if they weren’t their true selves, as long as their spirits were extinguished, only then could the thousand-year-old death curse be broken.

Hu Yixian’s eyes widened slightly, his voice rising uncontrollably, "The witch power of the twelve forefathers, how can Qin Ruan withstand that?"

Huo Yunjiao, with a lazy demeanor, replied nonchalantly, "Isn’t that why I’m here?"

The gods of the Netherworld were entangled with the eleven witch forefathers, specifically to drain their excessive witch power.

They were waiting for Qin Ruan’s arrival, to personally break this final life and death game.

This was also the last thing Huo Yunjiao could do for her in this lifetime.