Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 567: In Pursuit of Life Extension, Ruanruan Heads to Tongsha Sky Bridge

Chapter 567: Chapter 567: In Pursuit of Life Extension, Ruanruan Heads to Tongsha Sky Bridge

A peculiar expression passed over the face of the White Infernal.

He, who was always ethereal, cool and emotionless, now was showing an amused expression on his pale face. It was laughably out of character.

A faint smile surfaced in Qin Ruan’s chilly gaze.

She nodded at the White Infernal and said: "Thank you, Mr. Bai."

"Ms. Qin is too polite." The White Infernal promptly bowed.

The fearful White Lord, the terror of many, was extraordinarily respectful in front of Qin Ruan.

Both Daoist Master Wu and Li Manning at a distance were flabbergasted.

This was the White Infernal, the White Lord, who ruled over countless wandering spirits in the Netherworld, a dreaded existence to the departed.

The White Infernal straightened his back, his chilling gaze sweeping over the two wandering spirits, Daoist Master Wu and Li Manning.

His tone turning frosty again, he said: "Ms. Qin, I will take these two puppet souls now."

"Wait."

Before the White Infernal could lead Daoist Master Wu and Li Manning away, Qin Ruan intended to fully absorb the Evil Qi from their bodies.

With the Evil Qi dispelled from their puppet soul bodies, their destructive power significantly decreased.

They were as harmless and weak as any ordinary spirit puppets now.

Li Manning seemed loath to part with Qin Ruan as she was about to leave with the White Infernal.

She asked, "Will I see you again?"

Observing her face, Qin Ruan confidently replied, "I think so."

...

Time passed in a blink of an eye.

Half a month had passed since Qin Ruan started school again.

It had been half a month since she absorbed the Evil Qi from Li Manning and Daoist Master Wu.

The red line on her arm hadn’t shortened again.

Half a month ago, Qin Ruan mentioned to the White Infernal that she wished to see the Underworld King.

Yet, this much time has passed and there was still no sign from the Underworld King.

She couldn’t tell if he was intentionally delaying or simply choosing to ignore her.

In the half-month at school, Qin Ruan had managed to get everything under control and return to normal campus life.

Due to her pregnancy and unique status, she couldn’t live on campus. The Huo family sent a car to drop her off and pick her up from school every day.

One evening, Qin Ruan got into the Huo family’s car that had come to fetch her.

The driver fetching her today was Lin Hao.

After getting in the car, Qin Ruan placed the books in her arms on the empty seat beside her.

Her gaze was distant as she looked out at the scenery along the road.

Suddenly, a glint appeared in her eyes.

Qin Ruan looked at Lin Hao, who was concentrating on driving, and said, "Brother Hao, let’s head to the Tongsha Sky Bridge."

Lin Hao asked, surprised: "You’re not going home?"

"The Third Master has been busy lately and is hard to get a hold of. Let’s go to the Tongsha Sky Bridge to find Song Banxian."

She wanted to try her luck and see if she could find someone carrying Evil Qi.

Even if it was just a little, it was still something.

She would not scoff at even one day’s additional life.

Lin Hao frowned in hesitation: "Should we inform the Third Master about this?"

"No need. We’ll be back before ten."

Qin Ruan knew that even if she didn’t inform him, the Third Master would know where she was if he wanted to.

Besides, there was no need to bother him over such a trivial matter.

Since school started, she had seldom seen the Third Master.

The assets of all the industries owned by the Nangong family were being seized by other families.

The fall of the Nangong family, instigated by the Huo family, ultimately required the Huos to clean up the mess.

The Third Master had been busily engaged in this matter recently.

In fact, ever since she sent away Li Manning and Daoist Master Wu half a month ago, the Third Master had been too busy to be seen.

Even when they occasionally did meet, their time together was always too fleeting.

Whenever Qin Ruan awakened in the middle of the night, his side of the bed was always empty.

She contacted Huo Chuan and asked him where the Third Master was staying overnight.

Chuan replied that the Third Master was staying at the Champs Elysees Manor.

Qin Ruan knew this place, it was beneficial to Grandpa’s health.

Her disappointment from not being able to see Grandpa was somewhat alleviated with this knowledge.

Grandpa had been busy for too long, his body sure to be exhausted. Having a place where he could recuperate and rejuvenate was a good thing.

Champs Elysees Manor, Walton Hospital in the US.

These two places were geomantic treasures created for Grandpa by Ling Xuzi with his best efforts.

There, the spiritual energy was abundant, which would merge with Grandpa’s constitution. Living there long term would help to extend his life.

At this moment, Qin Ruan had no idea what kind of crisis Grandpa was facing.

...

Tongsha Sky Bridge.

Song Banxian had his stall set up as usual.

He received a sudden phone call informing him that Qin Ruan was coming over.

Hastily, he prepared a new stall next door.

Just as he finished setting up various objects, he saw a familiar face approaching.

"Master, you must save me!"

It was a man, skinny and pale, eyes with dark circles underneath, and exuded an uncomfortable aura.

Song Banxian remembered this person, Huang Biao.

The business he engaged in was not clean.

More than a month ago, Huang Biao had come to get his fortune told.

At that time, he was old and no longer wanted to wander in the underworld, but was schemed against by a newcomer.

Feeling suffocated, he had come to Song Banxian for a divination.

Huang Biao was generous, initially a promising potential customer.

But he stupidly provoked Qin Ruan and wanted to keep her as his mistress.

It was pure nonsense. That missy was not someone he could afford to provoke.

Song Banxian’s eyebrows knitted as he looked at Huang Biao, his face shrouded in a black haze, and his drastically thinned body.

Just over a month ago, he was a potbellied middle-aged man. Now, he had lost more than a round of weight.

Huang Biao’s belly was gone, and his body had became gaunt.

When a person loses weight, they should be full of energy. But Huang Biao seemed as if something had drained him, leaving him weak and feeble.

Song Banxian looked away, coldly retreating to his stall.

He said coldly, "Oh it’s Mr. Huang, what brought you here today?"

Huang Biao, accompanied by two of his men, sat down at Song Banxian’s stall.

He glanced fearfully around and nervously said to Song Banxian, "Master, save me! I don’t know what I’ve provoked in the past half a month, I’ve been having nightmares every day.

You see, I’ve lost so much weight lately. The hospital couldn’t find anything wrong. I feel like I’m dying."

The Huang Biao now was not the same man who had been flirting with Qin Ruan before.

His previous arrogance was worn away, his eyes were murky, and he lacked spirit.

A clear loss of Yang’s energy, he’d definitely attracted something unclean.

Song Banxian cleared up decorations on his stall table, disinterested in Huang Biao.

"Mr. Huang, you’re a capable man. I’m just a simple magician, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do to help."

He didn’t even glance at Huang Biao, making his refusal clear.

Huang Biao knew that he had offended him more than a month ago.

At that time, ignoring the master’s advice, he had provoked the young girl beside him.

In order to save his life, Huang Biao signaled to the attendants who had followed him.

One of them held a leather case in his hand and placed it on Song Banxian’s table.

The man swiftly unlocked the case, revealing neatly stacked red banknotes inside.

There was at least several hundred thousand in there.

Song Banxian paused for a moment, his eyes shining at the sight of so much money.

This was a big patron!

No one would part ways with money, and Song Banxian was no exception.

He finally looked straight at Huang Biao, his face shrouded in a dark cloud, his eye sockets turning green, and his forehead filled with swirling dark energy.

Under Huang Biao’s expectant gaze, Song Banxian gently shook his head.

"Mr. Huang, I can’t save you."