Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1220: Aruan Is Spoiled, It’s Time to Learn to Grow Up

Chapter 1220: Chapter 1220: Aruan Is Spoiled, It’s Time to Learn to Grow Up

Qin Ruan lowered her gaze to look at the hands that were tightly clasped with Huo Yunjiao’s, her exquisite face twisting with emotion, her voice carrying a mocking coldness, "I don’t care about any life-and-death tribulation or what your true identity is. You are Third Master Huo, the man I, Qin Ruan, married!

You promised to grow old with me, white-haired. We have three children, how could you bear to leave them? Since you’ve promised me, you must not go back on your word!"

Her contorted expression was obscured due to her head bowed low, indecipherable to onlookers.

Huo Yunjiao empathized with Qin Ruan’s inability to accept their imminent separation. He saw all her sadness and heartbreak.

He gently lifted Qin Ruan’s face, his fingertips softly massaging the corners of her eyes, "Ruanruan, I know you remember everything now. You should also understand that I have waited for you for a thousand years.

Life after life, reincarnating to reunite your soul and to save our children, your brother and the fifty-two ancient Divine Beasts from the Netherworld have all made the efforts they ought to make.

Leaving you alone in this world for a hundred years was not to punish you, but to make you learn your lesson; you’ve been spoiled, it’s time for you to grow up."

Qin Ruan’s eyes, reddened, intently stared at Huo Yunjiao’s tender face, smiling gently; her demeanor resolute, "I don’t want this! Third Master, you can’t leave. I was wrong back then, and I regretted it afterwards. Even if you can’t forgive me, you can’t leave!"

Any punishment was bearable but not his departure.

Huo Yunjiao bowed his head and planted a kiss without warmth on her cheek, "Silly girl, I am the lord of Feidu City, with countless trillions of Undead in the Netherworld waiting for me."

Qin Ruan pursed her lips, gritting her teeth, "But you are my husband!"

Undoubtedly, Huo Yunjiao felt joy at these words; a hint of color returned to his pale complexion.

His entire body sank into the softness of nine fox tails, and his form once again became transparent and frail.

The Emperor of the vast Netherworld did not belong to the Mortal World. Not even he could choose whether to stay or go.

A being fated to return to his origin could not be held back, not even by Qin Ruan’s tears.

Huo Yunjiao looked helpless, unwillingness evident in his eyes, but the words that came out were resolute and indisputable, "I am the sovereign of all spirits, responsible for countless beings. The boundaries between the Netherworld and the Human Realm are wearing thin; if I don’t return, I will bear countless sins."

Choosing between overseeing all of life and spending a hundred years with his beloved — he had long made his decision.

If he did not shoulder this burden, his descendants would not be able to escape the responsibility in the future.

Qin Ruan did not understand the perils facing the Netherworld; she saw Huo Yunjiao’s body become transparent again, panic and despair spreading across her face, her hands gripping his desperately.

She shouted in urgency, "Don’t, Third Master, don’t go! You promised to stay with me!"

"Bid farewell to the Emperor, returning to the Netherworld!"

"Bid farewell to the Emperor, returning to the Netherworld!"

Chu Zifeng and Ming Tianheng, among others, knelt on the ground, their postures and facial expressions solemn and stately.

Qin Ruan clasped Huo Yunjiao’s hands and arms tightly as if she was mad, trying to keep him there with her.

Her nine fox tails barely able to entangle him anymore, despair and terror written all over her face.

"Aruan, I will wait for you in the Netherworld."

Huo Yunjiao’s handsome and tender smiling face slowly vanished under the frightened gaze of Qin Ruan. Countless tiny specks of golden light emerged from her fox tails, floating away.

His voice seemed to emanate from those dazzling stars.

Qin Ruan, as if mad, lunged forward, trying to catch the golden light with her hands, her fox tails wildly dancing in the air attempting to hold on.

But the result was a foregone emptiness.

She collapsed onto the ground in a wretched state, biting her lips tightly, a stark line of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Countless specks of golden light encircled her, lifting her body off the ground.

Huo Yunjiao was enveloped by the divine power of golden light, her body floating gently through the void before being softly deposited in front of the only somewhat tidy sofa in the room.

As her body settled onto the soft sofa, all the surrounding golden light disappeared.

This was the last tender mercy Huo San Ye left her in this life.

Chu Zifeng and Ming Tianheng, among others, had vanished without a trace at some point.

In the messy hall, completely empty save for Qin Ruan sitting peacefully on the sofa by herself.

Behind her, the nine fox tails hung lifelessly on the carpet after Huo Yunjiao’s disappearance, her blood-red eyes brimming with moisture while a thick black fog surrounded her, the desolate low pressure enveloping her, making her seem dead and void of life.

After a long time, heart-wrenching sobs echoed from inside the small building.

The building next door.

Huo Yirong, dressed in loose green pajamas, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second-floor corridor, witnessing the lightning and thunder outside, and the century-old trees in the courtyard being pitifully split by lightning.

His dark, gloomy eyes watched the little building where his little brother lived, his pupils, black as obsidian, overflowed with sorrow and sadness.

After a long time, not a single drop of rain was seen in the night sky, and the sound of thunder quickly died away.

Everything returned to peace.

The Huo Mansion courtyard had been severely damaged by the sudden thundering, but as the lightning faded away like a sword, all the destruction was hidden in darkness.

Huo Yirong, his whole body wrapped in a gloomy air, suddenly raised his hand to touch the cold glass, his handsome face tense.

Hearing the desperate, heart-wrenching cries of Qin Ruan coming from next door, his deep eyes sparked with a trace of red.

Huo Yirong suddenly looked up to see that the small building in the distance was suddenly bursting with strong golden light.

Multiple streaks like shooting stars densely shot out from the building, ascending rapidly into the night sky until they vanished from sight, and once again, all was calm.

Huo Yirong, who hadn’t closed his eyes the entire night, staggered at the sight, his hands bracing against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, barely stopping himself from falling.

His eyes fixed despairingly on the dark night sky, his lips trembling slightly, several times he opened his mouth but closed it again.

After a while, Huo Yirong suddenly raised his hand, giving a choked and hoarse command to the person standing silently behind him, "Order everyone to wear mourning clothes, and inform the Old Master when dawn breaks."

The Hidden Guard who had stood watch with Huo Yirong the entire night said in a heavy voice, "Yes, Second Young Master."

The other man didn’t leave immediately but turned to pick up two black bands similar to armlets from the table, prepared for mourning.

He handed one to Huo Yirong, bowing his head in silence, hiding his reddened eyes.

Huo Yirong stared at the black mourning band, his lips pressed tightly together, his whole face resisting the object.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, he still lifted his heavy arm and took the black band held in the Hidden Guard’s hand.

"You may leave now."

The latter acknowledged and left the room with heavy steps.

Qin Ruan stood in the midst of the chaotic living room and suddenly realized that those she had personally killed were slowly standing up again.

Even Fu Yuheng had come back to life, looking around dazedly.

Spotting Qin Ruan in front of the sofa with her blood-red, fierce eyes, he instinctively stepped back several paces.

Then he was drawn to the nine beautiful fox tails wriggling behind her.

The fox tails were indeed beautiful, but they did not belong on a human.