Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1221: Mother, Are You Abandoning Us Again?

Chapter 1221: Chapter 1221: Mother, Are You Abandoning Us Again?

Fu Yuheng’s eyes were practically tearing apart as he stared at the bewitchingly beautiful Qin Ruan. Overwhelmed by intense shock, his pupils contracted rapidly, and he was about to let out a piercing scream.

At his side, the others preemptively cried out, "Aaahhhh!!!"

"Demon... demon!!!"

"There’s a demon, aaahhhh!!!"

The rest of the people who had scrambled up from the ground were all pale with terror, their gazes fixed on Qin Ruan with fright and panic.

Qin Ruan’s empty, bloody eyes focused on the crowd, and she tilted her head slightly, not understanding why people who had already died were alive again.

Then what about her Third Master? Could he also be brought back to life?

She walked stiffly toward the crowd, and on the way, when passing by Ji Shuzhen, who lay motionless on the ground, she seemed to deliberately step over her body.

"Don’t come closer! Demon, it’s a demon!!!"

"Don’t come closer please!!!"

As Qin Ruan approached, the people went mad, turning around to flee from the small building.

Only Fu Yuheng, beset by a splitting headache, stood rooted to the spot, unmoving. Clenching his fists, he forcefully pounded his own head.

Qin Ruan stood before him and emotionlessly called out his name, "Fu Yuheng."

Fu Yuheng looked up to reveal his face twisted in pain.

In the sight of the fuzzy ears emerging from her hair and those bloody eyes, images flickered through his mind, and he asked subconsciously, "Madam of the Third Young Master?"

Qin Ruan looked at him with hopeful eyes and asked softly, "Have you seen the Third Master?"

Fu Yuheng’s headache felt like it was going to explode. He pressed his hands to his head and rocked his head back and forth incessantly.

Seeing his pained, silent demeanor, Qin Ruan’s eyes darkened with sorrow. The nine fluffy tails tipped with flames behind her instantly drooped.

She walked past Fu Yuheng, stepping outside the door.

Her Third Master was gone.

She intended to find him and bring him back.

As the distressed Qin Ruan walked out of the doorway, the havoc-strewn courtyard came into view.

Huo Yirong, who had hurried over with the Hidden Guards, saw Qin Ruan, whose appearance had drastically changed, standing on the small building’s steps from a distance.

He immediately dismissed his subordinates and rushed towards Qin Ruan at nearly a run.

Huo Yirong did not fear Qin Ruan like those who had fled and were subdued by the Hidden Guards; instead, his eyes were filled with concern and compassion as he gazed at her, enveloped by profound sorrow.

He had not failed to notice the fluffy ears emerging from her head, the bloody red eyes, and the nine tails gently swaying behind her.

Yet he still fearlessly stood before Qin Ruan and asked gently, "Little sister-in-law, are you alright?"

Seeing him, Qin Ruan was like someone grasping at a lifeline, her hands tightly clutching his arms, pleading, "Yirong, the Third Master is gone; will you help me find him, please?"

Huo Yirong’s face showed unbearable pity as he said hoarsely, "Little sister-in-law, the Third Brother... he’s gone."

Qin Ruan was so provoked that her already blood-red eyes became ever more profound and dangerous.

She let go of his arm, shaking her head and growling in denial, "That can’t be, it’s impossible! He promised to stay with me and our child, to watch the children grow up and start families, he couldn’t have lied to me!"

Huo Yirong furrowed his eyebrows, sensing something was off with her. He grasped her wrist firmly and said authoritatively, "We will see him again in the future; you can’t be like this, Ayao, Anqi, and Anuan all need you."

Qin Ruan was beyond listening.

She suddenly raised her head to the night sky, her eyes flashing with fierce hatred.

That’s right, her Third Master had left.

What’s Heavenly Dao, what’s the trial of life and death; all nonsense.

When she had been slain in the Netherworld by an ancient witch ancestor, after a thousand years, her resentment and hatred had returned. She erupted with the immense Divine Power of the ancient Divine Clan.

The closest to Qin Ruan, Huo Yirong, was the first to feel the oppressive force, his upright body bending under the pressure.

"Qin Ruan!"

Huo Yirong called out Qin Ruan’s name.

He wanted to use it to bring back her sanity, but his voice was barely audible.

Destructive divine power surged out of Qin Ruan at an unstoppable speed.

Behind her, nine fox tails shot straight into the night sky, a red flame pattern emerged between her brows, and her already enchanting face became even more wicked.

The courtyard, already in ruins, was further animated by the power released by Qin Ruan; all the plants in the yard grew wildly as if spring had come to withered wood, with leaves and petals floating off the ground, carried aloft by the swirling powers between heaven and earth.

This was just Huo Mansion, within a hundred miles, all plants and creatures were out of place in this cold winter.

They sensed the call of the ancient Divine Clan, ready to burst forth, prepared to self-destruct at any moment.

Standing on the steps, Qin Ruan suddenly rose into the air, enveloped by the leaves and petals floating in the void.

She looked up at the night sky with an air of defiance, "Since the person I want isn’t here, then let’s destroy it!"

Her voice was soft, but it still reached Huo Yirong’s ears.

His pupils shrank rapidly at the bottom of his eyes, fighting against the immense pressure, he turned and rushed into the small building.

The surrounding flora, sensing Qin Ruan’s intentions, grew even more frantically, reaching the height of the small building.

Qin Ruan closed her eyes and spread her arms, feeling the cheers and pleas of all living creatures in the world.

Some were crying out, others were cheering in celebration; the clamor of the world clearly entered her ears but left no trace in her heart.

Her world had already darkened, devoid of vitality, shrouded by self-loathing and sorrow.

Suddenly, a tender young voice reached Qin Ruan’s ears, causing ripples in her tranquil heart.

"Mommy—"

The childlike voice came from below her.

Qin Ruan opened her eyes, her gaze full of destruction and hatred, to see three little figures standing beside Huo Yirong.

Huo Yao, holding little Anuan in his arms and holding his brother Huo Anqi’s hand, walked toward her with small steps.

As the eldest brother, Huo Yao, leading his younger siblings, looked up with tearful red eyes at Qin Ruan floating in the void.

Tears fell from his eyes like a string of beads, his voice choked, "Mother, are you abandoning us again?"

Their father’s departure, as children of the Divine Clan, they had naturally felt it.

Before they could even ease the upset of the sudden separation, they found their birth mother wanting to destroy the world.

Once again, they had become abandoned children, having been cast aside time and time again over the millennia; how could he not be heartbroken?

Qin Ruan looked down, her eyes showing sorrow as she gazed at her three children.

Anuan, held in Huo Yao’s arms, waved her little hand at Qin Ruan and called out again, "Mommy—"

Her innocent face lit up with a clean smile, her happiness momentarily dissipating the overwhelming aura of destruction that enveloped Qin Ruan.

The blood-red color in Qin Ruan’s eyes quickly faded as if scared away, returning to their normal color in an instant.

Her two fox ears on her head and the nine tails behind her were not yet fully under control and could not be retracted in such a short time.

Unconcerned about whether her appearance would frighten the children, her light body slowly descended.

Qin Ruan stood in front of Huo Yao, Huo Anqi, and Anuan, half-kneeling to embrace the three children in her arms.

Her voice was hoarse, but her tone was firm, "Mommy will never abandon you."

Maybe Third Master was right; she was a mother and needed to truly grow up, no longer acting on whims.

For her children, she began to feel reverence, her fearless nature was somewhat subdued.

The scent of mortal life’s fireworks, which soothes mortal hearts, was what had changed her.

Infused by the mortal world, she had become a person with considerations, and with children, she felt even more capable than ever before.

Huo Yirong, standing on the steps, watched the embrace of mother and children, listening to their cries, his eyes couldn’t help but redden too.