Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1219: Aruan, You Are the Only One Left in the Rest of My Hundred Years

Chapter 1219: Chapter 1219: Aruan, You Are the Only One Left in the Rest of My Hundred Years

Chu Zifeng and Ming Tianheng brought over the ten others, all except Fu Yuheng.

Huo Yunjiao just held Qin Ruan’s hand like that, executing one after another. The thunderous roars outside the small building were deafeningly close, threatening to demolish it at any moment.

In the carpeted living room, large pools of blood formed beneath each corpse, filling the air with a thick, nauseating stench of gore.

From start to finish, Qin Ruan had no power to resist under Huo Yunjiao’s control.

Her movements were stiff as she plunged the glowing sword into the chest of one stranger after another, bearing witness to the death throes of those who had inherited the Witch Ancestor’s legacy.

It wasn’t until Fu Yuheng, wearing a smile, stepped forward that Qin Ruan finally started to resist.

She retreated with the glowing sword in her hand, and forcefully interjected, "Third Master, enough, don’t kill him."

Qin Ruan had a premonition, similar to when she had tried to retain Xia Yunchen, of that deep, overpowering sense of helplessness.

Behind her, Huo Yunjiao’s chest pressed tightly against her. With each person she killed, the beat of the opponent’s heart grew fainter.

She acutely felt his body’s initial cool temperature gradually turn ice cold, as if he were already dead, bereft of any warmth.

Qin Ruan was terrified. Her hand holding the glowing sword trembled; her eyes unfocused and dilated.

Everything around her became so alien; she felt dizzy as if she were falling from a great height, tumbling into an endless abyss, perpetually in freefall.

A pleasantly enticing voice whispered in her ear, "Ruanruan, kill him, and from then on no one in this world will be able to restrain you."

Qin Ruan shook her head, clinging tightly to the sword as she backed away. "No, he’s Teacher Wei’s brother."

She still remembered Fu Yuheng’s identity; he was Wei Linchen’s elder brother. If she killed him, how could she face her former teacher and friend?

Huo Yunjiao, listening to the rolling thunder outside, fixed his inky black eyes on Fu Yuheng standing opposite him. His eyes overflowed with a chilling coldness, his delicate, handsome face was somber and intimidating.

Victory or defeat hinged on this moment; how could he allow Qin Ruan to back down?

He gripped Qin Ruan’s hand forcefully, driving the glowing sword into the heart of the still-standing man.

Qin Ruan felt the blade pierce Fu Yuheng’s body and quickly strained to pull away.

Suddenly, someone kissed her earlobe, the icy touch causing goosebumps to spread all over her body.

Huo Yunjiao soothed her in a gentle voice beside her ear, "Ruanruan, you must kill him!"

By the time Qin Ruan came to her senses, Fu Yuheng was already falling before her eyes with a smile.

Witnessing his body drop, she felt something in her mind explode.

The glowing sword in her hand, exuding a chilly evil Qi, vanished. The deafening thunder outside seemed enraged, and the continuous roars like that of beasts in death throes—Qin Ruan could hear the cracking sounds of lightning striking the trees even from inside the building.

She turned around in a daze, looking at the man standing behind her.

The once dignified and graceful Third Master Huo had become translucent.

Behind him, all the deities of the Netherworld, including Chu Zifeng and Ming Tianheng, kneeled.

Huo Yunjiao reached out to touch the tears that flowed involuntarily from the corners of Qin Ruan’s eyes, his voice as gentle as before.

"Aruan, for the rest of your life, spanning a hundred years, there will only be you left."

"Why?" Qin Ruan asked emotionlessly, her voice rigid.

Her body was shrouded in thick resentment, and though her expression seemed calm, it concealed the dangerous storm brewing within.

The departure of Xia Yunchen and the others, being forced to personally kill her beloved brother, and now facing the impending departure of the one she loved deeply, had pushed Qin Ruan to the edge of desperation.

Her long-suppressed emotions were on the verge of erupting.

Huo Yunjiao could feel the anger in her heart and saw the despair and sorrow flash in her eyes.

He reached out slowly to touch Qin Ruan’s face, but she inadvertently turned her head to avoid it.

Huo Yunjiao’s voice was hoarse and weak as he said, "Ruanruan, you have personally slain all twelve sorcerer ancestors of the Human Realm, your life-and-death ordeal has been passed, and now it is time for me to leave."

Upon hearing that he was leaving, Qin Ruan’s heart was jolted, her expressionless face turned as pale as a dead person’s, her gaze utterly hollow.

Her hands at her sides clenched tightly, the Spiritual Power around her surged uncontrollably, suddenly erupting with a destructive force capable of ruining heaven and earth.

Qin Ruan’s eyes reddened as she stared intently at the tender-faced Huo Yunjiao, her voice calm as she asked, "Why must every one of you leave? How can you bear to leave me alone in this vast mortal world?"

She emanated an ominous aura, which Huo Yunjiao noticed immediately, a trace of concern threading through his gentle expression.

Ignoring Qin Ruan’s evasion, he stepped forward and embraced her, his deep voice growing more forceful, "I can’t bear to leave you either, but Aruan, this is what you owe me. All that you’ve experienced now does not compare to a tenth of the pain from the day you took my heart."

Qin Ruan’s body shook, a hint of fierce determination flashed in her already vacant eyes.

If in the past she had dared to extract the heart of Fengdu’s great emperor to save her brother, why couldn’t she keep this man by her side forever now?

Suddenly, from behind her, nine white fox tails sprouted, each one flitting chaotically, tipped with clusters of fire-shaped red fur, the brands from when the Emperor had merged with her a thousand years ago.

Her hair lifted without wind, her eyes fierce, and she released the powerful Spiritual Power of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan, with those nine tails’ fiery red accents blossoming in the air like flames in full bloom.

Qin Ruan’s Nine-tailed Fox heritage had fully awakened.

The nine fluffy tails swaying in the void consciously wrapped around Huo Yunjiao’s body, as if afraid he would disappear with the blink of an eye.

Qin Ruan’s delicate fox-like pupils turned blood-red without notice, the possessiveness in her eyes startling to behold.

Chu Zifeng and Ming Tianheng witnessed the sudden turn of events and, forgetting their hierarchy, rose to their feet with a vigilant gaze on Qin Ruan, ready to charge at the Emperor’s command.

Wrapped tightly by the nine fluffy tails, Huo Yunjiao caught the movement of his subordinates from the corner of his eye and immediately raised his hand to stop them.

Even with his body under control, he showed no hint of annoyance; his gaze upon Qin Ruan was as indulgent and affectionate as ever.

It seemed that nothing Qin Ruan did now would anger him.

His gradually transparent body, entwined by the fox tails, seemed infused with new life, becoming more solid and indistinguishable from a normal person.

Huo Yunjiao’s arms reached through the tails to touch the corner of Qin Ruan’s eyes, which were reddened and held a touch of seductiveness.

He whispered softly, "Aruan, let go."

"No!"

Qin Ruan’s eyes, bloodshot with sadness, gazed firmly at him, her voice resolute yet tinged with sorrow.

As the thunder outside the pavilion roared deafeningly, Huo Yunjiao knew that by dawn, the gods of the Netherworld must leave, or else no one knew what new upheavals might occur.

He held Qin Ruan’s hands, pacifying her with great patience, "Ruanruan, the ordeal of life and death has been traversed, and there’s no place for those detached from worldly affairs in the Human Realm any longer."