Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 285: The Father Rong was Schemed Against, the Guardian Spirit is Eager to Protect the Master

Chapter 285: Chapter 285: The Father Rong was Schemed Against, the Guardian Spirit is Eager to Protect the Master

The fury filling Qin Ruan was no less than the human-faced snakes.

These beings had all been targeting Rong Changting, and they had been deliberately drawn here by someone.

Just who was so wicked as to torment a person in such a ruthless manner?

If it wasn’t for the guardian spirit, the three-tailed grey fox, by Rong Changting’s side, he would have lost his life today.

At the time, she had deduced that Rong Changting would be safe for half a month, not knowing it was due to the three-tailed grey fox beside him.

"Phew——"

Breathing in fresh air, Rong Changting let out a deep sigh of relief.

Yet his eyes remained closed, like he was asleep, trapped in a nightmare.

No wonder he was unable to resist or escape from the room.

Thanks to Qin Ruan’s intervention, the grey fox finally managed to catch its breath.

It collapsed onto the table, its usually lively eyes now dull and grey, but stubbornly watching over Rong Changting.

Qin Ruan took in the scene, her voice gentle, "Guard him, I’ll take care of this filth!"

The grey fox understood her words and gave a nod of its head in response.

A slight smile playing on her lips, Qin Ruan thought the creature was quite sentient after all—worthy of being the guardian spirit of the Rong family.

The surname ’Rong,’ if she remembered correctly, belonged to one of the six aristocratic families.

She wondered what the connection was between Rong Changting and the Rong family.

Guardian spirits were not something that a wealthy family could easily possess.

Shaking off her wild thoughts, Qin Ruan set her cold eyes on the human-faced snakes in front of her, writhing around in mid-air.

Due to her previous attack, the swarming mass of snakes had become distorted, with several tangled tightly together, making for a strange and horrifying tableau.

Qin Ruan gripped the Golden Whip, lashing it mercilessly several times at the densest cluster of human-faced snakes.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

After scattering the mass of snakes, the Golden Whip in her hand disappeared.

Qin Ruan slightly raised her hands, Hellfire spreading from the palms of her hands to her entire body.

Her voice, cold as frost, resounded, "No matter where you came from or who compelled you, today you will all descend to Hell!"

She was enveloped in an increasing aura of dark flames, like a raging fireball, launching an attack on the surrounding human-faced snakes.

"Hiss!!"

"Hiss, hiss!!"

"Roar, roar, roar!!!"

The human-faced snakes let out screams of agony wherever the Hellfire touched.

Unable to withstand the sacred fire of the Netherworld, their piercing cries echoed throughout the room, almost lifting the roof.

Hundreds of human-faced snakes let out a chorus of roars, the sound assaulting the senses and casting ominous shadows in one’s sight.

Qin Ruan’s cold eyes swept over the grotesque forms of the snakes; their gaping maws revealing sharp fangs dyed with blood. The sight was enough to turn her stomach.

Disgusting!

In comparison to the ancient Hook Snake, these were nothing more than revolting maggots that belonged in the darkest corners.

The power of Hellfire was enormous; within moments, hundreds of human-faced snakes were reduced to ashes.

The air was filled with foul stench, and the odour of burnt flesh was so nauseating it could make one vomit.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp——"

The fox’s cry came from behind her.

When Qin Ruan looked back, she saw the three-tailed grey fox pacing in front of Rong Changting.

It kept looking back at her, yipping incessantly.

"What’s wrong?"

Qin Ruan walked towards the guardian spirit and Rong Changting.

As she drew closer, she noticed that something was quite wrong with Rong Changting.

All the human-faced snakes had been eliminated, the imminent threat was gone, but Rong Changting’s condition did not look good.

His hands were gripping his throat tightly, and his breathing had become labored.

Qin Ruan hurried closer, straining to prise Rong Changting’s hands off his own neck.

As the suicidal grip around his neck was loosened, Rong Changting’s face remained flushed. A black line could be seen at his neck, deepening by the minute.

It was as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling his neck from the shadows.

"Rong Changting? Rong Changting?"

Despite shouting his name several times, Qin Ruan received no response.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..."

A grey fox was circling the table anxiously, squeaking at Qin Ruan.

From its cries, Qin Ruan could tell it was both frustrated and worried.

Having no choice, Qin Ruan reopened the Heavenly Eye.

Pale golden light flashed within her elegant eyes, exposing every malicious shadow in her sight.

Upon examining Rong Changting up and down, Qin Ruan finally found something amiss.

A thick Evil Qi was spreading from the watch on his wrist.

An intimidating black energy, developed after birth.

It was clear that someone maliciously schemed to take Rong Changting’s life.

The Evil Qi contaminated him, bent on claiming his life.

His life could only be saved if the person behind this, along with their magic formation, was defeated and backfired upon.

The black Evil Qi on Rong Changting’s watch was forming into a massive cluster, nonstop directing a torrent of bleak energy towards his neck.

The Evil Qi settled on his neck, wrapping around it and constricting with increasing force.

Pinpointing the root of the problem, Qin Ruan let go of Rong Changting’s hand and unleashed the Power of the Nether Soul into his extravagantly expensive watch.

A clear sound echoed in the quiet room.

The watch worn by Rong Changting broke and fell onto the wooden floor of the room.

...

Meanwhile, in a shabby residential building in West City.

"Pfft!"

There was a man, dressed in grey Taoist clothing, seated cross-legged on a bed. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Blood sprayed onto the incense burner on the table and the assortment of strange magic artifacts beside it.

The man glared at the devastated formation in front of him, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

His hundreds of snake-people were all extinguished, inciting a deep-seated hatred in his heart.

Recalling the decades of hard work invested in nurturing those snake-people, the Taoist’s heart bled as his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

"Who? Who killed my snake-people and destroyed my formation!!"

He roared, sweeping away the shattered formation in front of him in a fit of rage.

It seemed he had found a formidable adversary this time.

Not only had they wiped out all of his one hundred and thirty-eight snake-people, they had also ruined his hitherto invincible formation.

Who could it be?

If he found out, he’d flay them alive.

The Taoist wiped the blood from his mouth and dialed a familiar number on the phone lying on the bed.

The call was answered almost immediately.

"Master Wu, is it done?! "

The voice on the line was that of a middle-aged man, his anxious tone betrayed his poorly concealed excitement.

"You son of a bitch, Boss Li, you didn’t tell me there was a master by Rong’s side! All of my one hundred and thirty-eight snake-people are dead! I even suffered a backlash! I almost lost my damned life!"

Master Wu railed at Boss Li on the other line.

He got up from the bed, revealing his wretched face hidden in the shadows.

"How can it be!" Boss Li exclaimed in shock: "It’s impossible, he doesn’t even believe in ghosts or spirits."

Master Wu, seething with anger, replied: "You think I’m lying? You have to compensate me for my losses. All of my snake-people that I’ve tirelessly raised for thirty years are dead, not one left! You have to compensate me for this! Do you know how much effort and resources I’ve invested in raising them?!"