Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 241: Ruanruan is angry: Mu Qing, you’re courting death!

Chapter 241: Chapter 241: Ruanruan is angry: Mu Qing, you’re courting death!

Tonight, Huo Zhi was the one who drove them here, and she was still waiting outside.

Thinking of this, Qin Ruan inevitably felt a little guilty deep down.

Huo Zhi hadn’t been with her long but had always been accompanying her wherever she went, hardly having any time to rest even at night.

It was only recently that Qin Ruan realized how important sleep was to a woman.

Since her rebirth, her mood would suffer whenever she didn’t get enough sleep, making her especially irritable.

Qin Ruan covered her mouth with her hand and yawned.

She was feeling a bit sleepy.

She hesitated deep down. After resolving this matter, should she go back to school or go to the Qiao Family house to sleep?

Qin Ruan dropped her hand and asked Qiao Nanyuan, "Uncle Qiao, is there anything else you want to say to Mu Qing?"

"Are you sending her away now?"

"Mm, I’m sleepy."

Qin Ruan’s eyes were slightly moist, and her lids felt heavy.

Knowing that she was pregnant, Qiao Nanyuan agreed and didn’t delay.

He walked up to Mu Qing and the Brother-Sister pair, Su Zijia.

"Mu Qing, the Taoist who suppressed you and your brother with the blood of your closest kin was from my Maoshan Sect, and he was also my master’s brother. After learning about your brother’s identity, he died in depression, but he did not know that all of this was part of your scheme. If you enter the Netherworld and see him, don’t forget to kowtow to him. This will resolve the karmic bond and be beneficial to you."

Mu Qing turned her head around. The bloody red pupils coldly stared at Qiao Nanyuan, not taking his words to heart at all.

"Stinking Taoist! Get lost!"

Qin Ruan walked over, hearing her arrogant tone and couldn’t help but scoff.

"At this point and you still don’t know how to rein in your temper."

There was a sense of resentment in Mu Qing’s bloody red eyes. "Get lost, you bunch of hypocritical Taoists. I won’t let you have your way!"

"The issue now is not about what we have accomplished, but that you have to deal with the evil you committed over the past hundred years."

Qin Ruan wondered how Mu Qing, who was more than a hundred years old, failed to think before she spoke.

Just as she took a step, Mu Qing rushed over at a speed that caught everyone off guard.

Qin Ruan was tired and slightly less alert.

Caught off guard, she was successfully ambushed by Mu Qing.

The claw that was as sharp as a blade went straight for her face. Despite her fast evasion, a strand of her hair was still cut by Mu Qing’s claws.

Qin Ruan looked down at the strand of hair that fell to the ground, her delicate face emotionless, with cold light flickering in her eyes.

She lifted her head slowly, her sharp gaze fixed on Mu Qing. She scanned her up and down with an oppressive force like a brewing storm, dangerous and solemn.

Suddenly, Qin Ruan smiled lightly, "You’re courting death."

The stark warning that echoed from her words made people nervous.

Her voice was exceptionally clear in the overly quiet atmosphere.

Qin Ruan stroked her cut hair, a chill suddenly enveloping the large hall.

Mu Qing, who was being stared at by Qin Ruan’s cold eyes, felt a chill crawl up from the soles of her feet.

This kind of Qin Ruan was too terrifying, causing her to feel an immense sense of oppression.

"You provoked me first!" Mu Qing said in defense.

A sarcastic smile played on Qin Ruan’s lips.

She instantly appeared in front of Mu Qing, grabbing her hair and yanking her over to the marble table, pressing her head down forcefully.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Mu Qing’s head was smashed onto the marble table repeatedly.

"Ahh! Let go!"

"Let go, you bitch!!!"

Mu Qing’s roars of rage and constant struggles echoed in her ears.

The more Mu Qing resisted, the heavier Qin Ruan’s hand became.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Qing’s head was smashed into a distortion, her already disfigured features becoming even more grotesque and unrecognizable as human.

The damage to her soul could simply be described as horrific.

But compared to those who died at the hands of Mu Qing, what she is suffering now can’t even compare to a fraction of the deaths.

Qin Ruan lets go of her grip and tosses Mu Qing to the ground, her eyes coldly fixated on her.

At this moment, she is like a lamb awaiting slaughter, utterly defenceless.

Qin Ruan touches the cut hair next to her ear with pain, the anger in her eyes burning and not dissipating.

Her lips slightly part: "I’ve always been one to seek revenge and pay back grievances. Before you strike again, think if you can bear my wrath!"

Mu Qing, with her skeletal hand on the hole in her chest, from which the Black Evil Fog is spreading, her bloodshot eyes dimmed, but her hatred for Qin Ruan was not reduced by half.

"You...you...bitch!"

Her features twist, her mouth almost melding with her eyes, making her words hard to understand.

Sensing something amiss, in a split second, she reverts back to her previous old woman’s appearance.

"If we’re talking about lowliness, who could outdo you."

Qin Ruan isn’t Su Zijia, she can’t understand his saintly tolerance, or his irrational kinship.

In her eyes, Mu Qing is an extremely selfish person.

Killing so many people for her own personal gain.

Evil is evil, there’s never an excuse!

Be it human or puppet, once a crime is committed, one must bear the consequences.

Mu Qing, by her very nature, is rotten.

"I bear you no grudge, why can’t you let me go?!"

Knowing well she is no match for Qin Ruan, Mu Qing’s attitude has softened considerably.

However, her hatred for Qin Ruan is not hidden at all.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. As a puppet, you’ve committed evil, it’s my job to send you to the Netherworld."

Qin Ruan looks at the Evil Qi on Mu Qing’s body - the stuff could prolong her life.

She could avenge the taxi driver and those who had brutally died at the hands of Mu Qing, while also gaining life-prolonging Qi.

It’s a win-win situation. Why not.

"You... surely you won’t let me go?" Mu Qing’s bloody eyes darken, her face twisting momentarily.

Qin Ruan simply shakes her head in response.

Letting her go would be neglecting her duties.

Mu Qing’s face contorts, spit out in hatred: "Then don’t blame me for being merciless!"

If she could kill and disappear without a trace, leaving no evidence behind, how could she not have a backup plan?

Backed into a corner, she would never sit and await death.

"I’m ready whenever you are."

Qin Ruan’s gaze was full of contempt, dismissing Mu Qing’s words.

This was about saving face.

Despite this, her internal alertness was suddenly heightened.

Mu Qing had been poisoned by the Hook Snake and had had her black heart ripped out by Qin Ruan.

Her power was greatly reduced, she was no match for Qin Ruan.

Qin Ruan could not let her guard down. Mu Qing was not as simple as she seemed.

The Hook Snake’s poison was not something an ordinary puppet could stand.

That she hadn’t succumbed to the poison yet was no simple matter.

Mu Qing’s old face sunk slowly in front of everyone’s eyes. Her exposed limbs and soul gradually lost vitality, underwent a transformation into a mummified state.

"Taoist Qin, this is puppet transformation. You have to be careful!"

Lun Wenbin cried out in alarm.

Qin Ruan’s eyes flickered and a look of eagerness appeared on her face.

She had heard of corpse transformation and puppet transformation, but she had never seen it.

A corpse transformation refers to when a person dies and suddenly comes back to life due to certain external influences. But the resurrected corpse has lost its humanity and is just a mindless zombie.

Puppet transformation is when a puppet, in order to enhance its power and break its limits, not afraid to sell its soul and trade with the Abyss Evil Puppet, transforming into a puppet among puppets.