Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 674: Nine Suns Body, Naturally Carrying Cold Poison

Chapter 674: Chapter 674: Nine Suns Body, Naturally Carrying Cold Poison

The gloomy Yin energy emanating from Qin Ruan was even denser and more terrifying than any centuries-old Evil Puppet.

Her lips parted slightly, and her voice was bloodthirsty and sinister, "Three lashes to scatter your spirit, forcing you to forever regret your recklessness!"

With her lips curving in a wicked smile, the alarming beauty of Qin Ruan’s delicate face remained devoid of any expression.

The Fox Demon sitting on the ground, sensing the impending danger, bolted up with its eyes wide open, ready to run.

Qin Ruan swung the whip in her hand with a force akin to splitting bamboo.

The golden whip traced a perfect arc in the air and ferociously lashed on the body of the Fox Demon.

"Crack!"

With just one whip, the demon, not even given a chance to cry out, was reverted to its original fox form.

It turned into a grey, ugly fox.

Qin Ruan’s single blow was both shocking and terrifying.

A chilling murderous aura filled the room, and the oppressive atmosphere from all directions made everyone instinctively hold their breath.

Qin Ruan twisted her wrist, and another whip came lashing down.

The whip accurately struck the indifferent grey fox.

"Crack!"

"Awoo, awoo, awoo..."

The fox’s cries were lower than a dog’s, and as soon as they rang out, they dissipated into the silent room.

This whip left no trace on the fox’s grey fur.

Because it didn’t even have its fox body left.

All that was left on the ground was a fox-shaped pile of ashes.

Qin Ruan gracefully pulled back her whip, her movements beautifully executed, stunning to behold.

Huo Yirong swallowed at the sight of this, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

He suddenly remembered his younger brother mentioning how well Qin Ruan handled a whip.

Now, seeing her in action was not just impressive, but downright terrifying.

He wondered if he would survive the upcoming execution at the Punishment Hall with Qin Ruan around.

Huo Yirong put his hand to his chest, starting to worry about his life.

Qin Ruan, stroking the end of her whip with jade-like fingers, turned her gaze to Fu Yueyuan and Fu Yinru, the father and son duo.

Meeting their stunned and apprehensive looks, her voice was icy, "Mr. Fu, Young Master Fu, I presume you’ve never seen what true ash annihilation looks like?"

Before they had the chance to respond, her eyes turned cold.

With a cool and detached demeanor, she added, "Today, you’ll witness it yourselves. I hope you understand what you can and cannot do!"

Having said that, she swung her Golden Whip again.

The whip lashed onto the ground.

The fox-shaped pile of ash was swept away by this lash.

The spacious lounge was enveloped in a haze of fine tons.

Hu Yixian, who was closest, was choked by the rush of fine powder.

"Cough cough..."

Covering his nose and coughing, he stepped back.

Upon sensing the daunting pressure from Qin Ruan, the female fox hid behind Hu Yixian, nearly paralyzed with fear.

The death of her fox companion had left a deep imprint on her heart, as she had seen him turn to ashes right before her eyes.

Fu Yueyuan and Fu Yinru both looked paler, watching Qin Ruan with awe and apprehension.

Neither of them dared to make a sound, merely observing Qin Ruan warily.

Only Huo Yirong and Huo Qiang and a few others seemed composed.

Yet the sudden contraction of their pupils revealed their unease underneath the calm exterior.

The dreadful Golden Whip in Qin Ruan’s hand gradually evaporated at a visible speed.

She stared ominously at the father-son pair of the Fu family, her voice as cold as ice, "I have no tolerance for manipulation. This is a warning."

Gazing into Qin Ruan’s eyes, fraught with latent volatility, Fu Yueyuan broke out in a cold sweat.

Fu Yinru managed to hold himself together, pursed his lips, and his face turned dark.

He took a deep breath, finally speaking out, "Madam, rest assured. Our family is in the capital thanks to the Huo Family’s generosity. We will certainly act prudently and abide by the rules."

"I hope so."

Qin Ruan adjusted her trench coat then turned her gaze back to Huo Yirong.

"Brother Rong, shall we leave together this time?"

"Of course! If we don’t leave now, our younger brother will likely become impatient."

Huo Yirong suppressed the subtle unusual feeling in his heart, elegantly rose, and took steady strides to Qin Ruan’s side.

His deep eyes, akin to cold pools, swept over the father and son of the Fu Family as he warned in a low voice, "No matter what game you want to play, the Huo Family will be with you till the end.

It’s fair to have the determination to climb higher, but your methods should be aboveboard, otherwise, don’t blame the Huo family for being just and impartial."

Fu Yinru returned a cold stare while repeating what he had said earlier: "The Fu Family has never intended to make enemies with the Huo Family."

"That’s what we hope."

The corner of Huo Yirong’s lips curled up in a mocking smile.

He extended his hand to support Qin Ruan’s arm, his movements exhibiting a touch of caution.

"Little sister, let’s go back."

"Okay."

Qin Ruan, her other hand supporting her waist, leaned on his arm and proceeded to the exit of the rest area.

As they passed by Fu Yinru, she stopped.

Qin Ruan remained there, her cold eyes appraising Fu Yinru, and she suddenly extended a hand.

"Give me your hand."

Fu Yinru unhesitantly placed his hand into Qin Ruan’s open palm.

His trust in Qin Ruan seemed high, as there was not a hint of hesitation in his actions.

As Qin Ruan touched his hand, her eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Your physique is easily targeted by evil entities. The yang energy within you is a treasured resource for their cultivation, particularly attractive to powerful demons.

Your body naturally carries a cold poison, making your temperature lower than normal, colder than most people’s. The frozen blood can cause death, and the poison within can also prove fatal—your life hangs in the balance."

The instant Qin Ruan mentioned his son’s health issues, Fu Yueyuan swiftly approached and asked, "What do you mean by this, Madam Third Master?"

Qin Ruan’s cold gaze slightly lifted and she said in an indifferent tone, "The Nine Suns Body, it naturally carries a cold poison.

Noble son of the Fu family, you cannot sleep with a woman in this lifetime. If you insist, your pure yang energy entering someone else’s body will cause the other person explode in their death.

The faces of the father-son duo from the Fu Family showed a grievous and upset expression after hearing this information.

A crack emerged in Fu Yinru’s otherwise calm demeanor.

Sorrow surfaced in his deep-set eyes, as though recalling some unpleasant memory.

Fu Yueyuan’s face revealed a sigh of grief as he looked at his elder son worriedly.

Qin Ruan released Fu Yinru’s hand without saying more, brushing past the two.

"Sister Ruan, wait for me!"

Noticing Qin Ruan’s departure, Hu Yixian followed behind her.

Fox Demon, also seeing this, trailed him closely.

Hearing the noises behind him, Hu Yixian roared back at her, "Fox Demon, disappear instantly! There are people everywhere, do you want to be looked at like a monkey?"

Fox Demon remained on the spot, her face filled with grievance and resentment.

Eventually, unwillingly, she transformed into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared.

Fu Yinru and Fu Yueyuan stood in the same place watching them leave without bidding goodbye.

Right then, Fu Yueyuan suddenly rushed in front of Qin Ruan.

His face bore desperation as he pleaded, "Madam Third Master, is there any way to save Yinru’s physical condition?"

Qin Ruan smiled at him, a biting chill in her voice, "Even if there were, why should I help you?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Yueyuan’s hand hanging by his side clenched and slowly unclenched.

He wore an expression of restraint, and in a humble, low voice, he said, "As long as Madam Third Master requests, the Fu Family will do everything in its power to oblige."

As the Third Master’s wife of the Huo Family, and the future matriarch, Qin Ruan naturally lacks nothing.

What the Fu Family could offer would have to go beyond material and monetary provisions.

Qin Ruan understood the hidden meaning in his words.

She indifferently looked at Fu Yueyuan and shook her head, "I don’t need anything, and there is no place where the Fu Family can be of help to me."

Huo Yirong’s face showed signs of impatience. He frowned at Fu Yueyuan and said in discontent, "If there’s anything, let’s discuss it another day. My little sister is pregnant, it’s not appropriate for her to stay longer."