Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 290: Bad people have their own grind, Ruanruan admits that she isn’t a good person

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: Bad people have their own grind, Ruanruan admits that she isn’t a good person

Rong Changting did indeed suspect this Boss Li.

Lately, the two companies were competing for a piece of land, and when compared to Tianrong Group, he seemed more hopeful to win the rights to that land.

The Daoist Wu immediately said, "That’s right, it was him. He offered me three million to have you killed, promising to give me another two million once the deed was successfully done!"

"Damn!" Rong Jing cursed explicitly again, "He thinks he can buy my father’s life for five million? Who is this old bastard looking down on!"

"Shut up!" Rong Changting roared in anger.

He understood that his son was saying those words out of indignation on his behalf, but they sounded so wrong.

Qin Ruan walked up to the Daoist Wu, her eyes scanning him up and down.

Likewise, the Daoist Wu’s greedy, sinister eyes were also locked onto Qin Ruan.

"You want to kill me?" Qin Ruan’s thin lips parted slightly, her indifferent words piercing straight through Daoist Wu’s real thoughts.

A cautious smile quickly spread across Daoist Wu’s face.

He was eagerly trying to appease her, "No, no, no. I’m only curious as to which sect you hail from."

His quick change of face was nothing short of astonishing.

He had gone from cunning to humble in an instant, catching everyone off guard.

As for calling each other Daoist friends? She could not possibly agree.

She found it utterly shameful to refer to such an evil practitioner as a fellow Daoist friend.

Qin Ruan cast a scrutinizing gaze on Daoist Wu, sizing him up and down with a strange look in her eyes.

She lowered her gaze slightly, watching his hand for a moment.

A faint smirk tugged at the corners of Qin Ruan’s lips, a mocking expression appearing on her face.

Her voice was deep and slow, "I am a disciple of the Underworld King, master of the Ten Halls of Yama in the Netherworld. I could personally send you to meet him."

"..." Daoist Wu’s face twitched.

He didn’t take Qin Ruan’s words seriously, thinking she was merely putting on an act.

Not to mention the inaccessibility of the Ten Halls of Yama, the Underworld King was essentially the Lord of Hell, ruling over the cycle of life and death.

How could a mere human like Qin Ruan wield such incredible power?

This was not merely the ramblings of an idiot; it was downright absurd.

Daoist Wu let out a couple of cold, mocking chuckles. Believing that Qin Ruan had lowered her guard, he quickly thrust his palm forward, channeling his accumulated Black Evil Energy towards her.

However, Qin Ruan had already seen through his tricks. Her body continuously retreated, emitting a powerful golden light.

The Nether Power, usually invisible to human eyes, was now clearly visible to everyone in the room.

Rong Changting, Rong Jing, Huo Chuan, and the others were repeatedly shocked by Qin Ruan’s actions.

The holy light that now enveloped her and emanated from her body engendered in them an involuntary urge to submit to her will.

Her aura was overpowering, as if she stood over all living beings.

"You are courting death!"

Qin Ruan’s body floated mid-air, enveloped by the holy light. Her eyes held a frigid gaze, and an overpowering aura emanated from her body that commanded others to kneel before her.

Her exquisite face was devoid of expression, but the creases between her brows revealed her displeasure.

The black evil energy that Daoist Wu had launched towards her was instantly devoured by the Nether Power enveloping Qin Ruan.

Her toes gently touched the floor as she landed stably inside the room, the Nether Power didn’t dissipate from around her and she watched Daoist Wu’s panicked expression with cold eyes.

"Who... who exactly are you?!"

Daoist Wu had not expected his deadly Black Evil Energy to dissipate into thin air upon encountering Qin Ruan.

This was completely beyond his expectation.

Despite being a mere girl, why did he keep losing to her? What kind of power did she possess? Daoist Wu was utterly bewildered.

His face turned hideous, a mix of unwillingness and fear surfacing on his ugly visage.

Qin Ruan’s cold eyes locked onto Daoist Wu as she declared in a stern voice, "The one who will send you to Hell."

Her lips parted slightly, chanting aloud.

"Yama of the Ten Halls teaches me to slay demons, grants me divine authority, delegates me the power to kill. No god can resist, no demon dares to stand in the way. Yama of the Ten Halls commands with imperative haste, to exterminate evil!"

"No! No, no, no!"

The black Daoist turned to flee, feeling the chilling aura that rushed towards him. It was denser than the Evil Qi contained in all the puppets he had ever made.

Even the protective Spirit Demon in his dantian was clamoring at this very moment to tell him to run.

With danger approaching, there was no better time to run.

But the black Daoist stretched out his hand to pull the door behind him, he could not open it.

The sound of dragging chains echoed all around him. The black Daoist’s ears twitched with fear, sweat streamed down his forehead.

"Dammit! Why won’t this door open?!"

The black Daoist grumbled, vainly kicking the door that could not be opened.

A cold voice came from behind him— it was Qin Ruan.

"This man’s sins are vast, like the Evil Puppets of Hell Abyss. I hope the two Underworld Envoys will give him a good reception in Hell."

"Yes, we will report it to the Underworld King."

Upon hearing this conversation, the black Daoist shivered uncontrollably.

Knowing that he couldn’t leave the room, he calmed down as if resigning to his fate.

The black Daoist turned around, his eyes fixed on Qin Ruan with a dark gaze, then shifted hastily to the two Underworld Envoys standing in front of her.

He clenched his teeth, "You can’t take me away!"

Qin Ruan raised her hand to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear.

That gesture was indescribably flirtatious.

After a fierce struggle, a slick sheen of sweat covered her. It was somewhat sticky.

The surrounding stench and rot made her patience dwindle to its limit.

Qin Ruan spoke in a low tone, her voice exuding impatience, "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

"I have long since transcended the six realms, no one can kill me, not even the Underworld King himself can harm me!"

The conviction in the black Daoist’s words was enough to make one unwittingly believe him.

The two Underworld Envoys whispered to each other, a thick Book of Life and Death appeared out of thin air in one of their hands.

They quickly flipped through it, then looked at Qin Ruan with a troubled expression.

Underworld Envoy, "Miss Qin, this person indeed isn’t in the Book of Life and Death."

"Really?" Qin Ruan’s lip curled up into a wicked grin, her eyes glimmering with a cold, bloodthirsty light.

After half a day of struggle, she was about to send this evil man down to Hell, and now they were telling her that this man could not be taken.

She could not accept such a result!

Every villain gets his just desserts, she never considered herself a saint, once the intention to kill arises, she’ll certainly act on it.

Qin Ruan’s gaze was sharp and filled with murderous intent as she stared at the black Daoist.

Upon hearing the words of the Underworld Envoy, a look of ecstatic joy flashed across the black Daoist’s face.

But his smile quickly froze.

Qin Ruan formed a Wind Blade using her Nether Power, slashing the black Daoist’s throat.

The deed was done in the blink of an eye.

"Pfft!"

Dark blood sprayed out from the black Daoist’s wound.

Black Evil Energy, which was spreading from the wound, rushed out from his wound one after another.

A light sparked in Qin Ruan’s eyes—she needed the Evil Qi.

Without hesitation, she reached out her hand and quickly collected the Evil Qi.

"Bad!" The faces of the two Underworld Envoys changed drastically.

This wasn’t Evil Qi, it was Demonic Qi.

This man clearly practiced a secret technique. He sacrificed himself and turned into an Evil Puppet.

Even with the body of an Evil Puppet, he fell into the Evil Path and became a demon cultivator.

He looked human on the outside but was already half-puppet, half-demon.

The black Daoist clasped his neck, his eyes full of malevolence as he stared at Qin Ruan. The hatred in his eyes could topple mountains.