Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 680: On Cultivation and Demeanor, Who Can Compare with Master Huo?

Chapter 680: Chapter 680: On Cultivation and Demeanor, Who Can Compare with Master Huo?

Qin Ruan slightly turned her bright wrist and placed two pieces of deadwood on the table.

They were left at the scene after Nangong Yunlong’s death and fell from the body of a tragic little girl who had been controlled by the Huangjue tree for decades at Odi School.

The deadwood was pushed in front of Lan An by Qin Ruan’s fair fingers.

With a smile at the corner of her mouth, she said to Lan An, "I invited you here because there have been a series of murders in Capital City, and everyone’s bodies have been implanted with the deadwood from your original body."

No beating around the bush, it was a very straightforward starting point.

Lan An didn’t look at the things on the table. His icy eyes focused on Qin Ruan’s slightly chubby face.

Qin Ruan was pregnant, he had noticed it as soon as he entered the door.

The slight chubbiness in the lower part of her jaw seemed to be a result of her pregnancy.

Lan An pursed his lips tightly, with a look of eerily strange, greenish light in his eyes.

Qin Ruan’s clear eyes did not evade, she revealed a distant smile under his probing gaze.

She thought to herself that this man was really interesting, his expression seemingly indifferent and cold, yet mixed with something else.

Lan An slowly lowered his head, his gaze fell upon the hand that Qin Ruan brought back to the table.

The hand was slender and fair-skinned, and upon closer inspection, one could see faint traces of scars.

He slightly furrowed his brows, as if he had seen something extremely displeasing.

Perhaps he was paying too much attention to Qin Ruan, Lingfeng nudged his arm.

"Lan An?"

Lan An turned his head, a hint of warmth in his icy gaze.

He gently shook his head at Lingfeng’s puzzled look, "It’s nothing."

He reached out to touch the two pieces of deadwood on the table.

He recognized the deadwood from his original body at first glance.

Pinching the deadwood, Lan An looked up at Qin Ruan and said, "Indeed it’s mine, there’s a strong smell of blood on it, as well as the resentment of humans."

Qin Ruan calmly responded, "Someone is using it for evil deeds. No one knows how many souls have gone through it, decade after decade of accumulation, resentment is inevitable."

She reached up to lift her hair from her ear, the scar on the back of her hand became more clearly visible as she moved her pale wrist.

Lan An’s eyes were fixed on the faint scar, and his brows furrowed tightly.

Those scars seemed unbearable to him, causing him to emanate a slight murderous aura.

Deep within his eyes was a sense of intolerance, desolation, and faint pity.

Sensing the dangerous aura, Qin Ruan stared at Lan An with deep eyes.

His character was quite strange. He had been staring at her continuously, and his changeable expressions made it hard to read him.

Qin Ruan asked coldly, "Lan An, do you know who’s behind this?"

Aware that his emotions were unsettled, Lan An recollected his aura, shook his head and told Qin Ruan, "Over the thousands of years, I’ve lost count of how many branches of my original body have been lost."

He had existed in this world for thousands of years, how could he remember such trivial matters.

Qin Ruan reminded him, "It’s a Huangjue tree that was dug up from Qi Mountain and replanted in a certain school in Capital City."

Lan An shook his head again, his enchantingly charming face expressionless.

Qin Ruan smirked, "The Huangjue tree used the deadwood of your original body for cultivation or even wrongdoings, your aura is related to it, can you find it?"

"Yes, are you in a hurry?"

"Of course, we won’t know where it might cause harm if we don’t find it."

"Alright." Lan An stood up, picked up the two pieces of deadwood from the table, looked at Qin Ruan and said earnestly, "I’ll find it now."

"No need to rush. You’ve just arrived in Capital City with Lingfeng, you can rest first."

Qin Ruan also got up, her six-month-old belly appeared once again in Lan An’s view.

He unconsciously looked away, peering at a certain spot on the ground, his bewitching delicate face showing deep thought.

After having his refreshments and tea, Qiao Nanyuan couldn’t sit still any longer with a full stomach.

He stood up, clapped his hands, and walked to Qin Ruan, "Ms. Qin, I’ll take my leave first, I’m not at ease with Qiao Jiu home alone."

Qin Ruan: "I’ll have someone escort you."

Qiao Nanyuan waved his hand, "No need, I’ll head back by myself. These two people, are they now in your care?"

Qin Ruan nodded, "I’ll arrange for their lodging and sustenance."

"Alright, I best be on my way."

Qiao Nanyuan strode off without glancing at Lingfeng and Lan An even once before his departure.

Qin Ruan personally saw him off, and Lingfeng and Lan An closely followed her out.

She escorted him to the door without even donning an overcoat.

The cold wind outside blew onto her, causing her body to involuntarily shiver.

Lan An let go of Lingfeng’s hand and stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Qin Ruan.

He turned to Qiao Nanyuan, descending the steps, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qiao, for guiding Lingfeng and me to the Capital City. Until we meet again."

Qiao Nanyuan did not utter a word or look back; he simply raised his arm and waved with a cavalier air.

Watching Qiao Nanyuan drive away, Lan An turned around to come face-to-face with Qin Ruan.

Although not particularly tall, his entire demeanor exuded a remarkable sense of stability. His extraordinary, devilishly handsome face tempted one to take a longer look.

Feeling cold, Qin Ruan glanced at Lan An and retreated into the room.

No matter how good-looking someone might be, they could not stir any ripples in her heart.

In this world, who could compare to Mr. Huo in terms of looks and demeanor?

Perhaps due to Qin Ruan’s heavy body and somewhat vague mind, she stumbled while walking on the flat ground, her body swaying.

Seeing this, Lan An bounded forward.

He reached out his arm around Qin Ruan’s waist to steady her.

Although his action may appear intimate, it was devoid of any inappropriate behavior.

As soon as he had steadied Qin Ruan, Lan An promptly removed his hand.

The faint scent of Qin Ruan’s clothes still lingered on his fingertips, and he reflexively rubbed them.

Upon witnessing this, Lingfeng’s eyes subtly flashed, and his unusual expression was gone in an instant.

The scent of nature, belonging to Lan An, still lingered at the tip of Qin Ruan’s nose.

She turned her head, her gaze coldly aimed at Lan An.

"Thank you..."

Her insincere gratitude lacked sincerity.

Even if Lan An hadn’t supported her, she would not have fallen.

His concern and borderline intrusive behavior made Qin Ruan instinctively resist him.

Lan An’s tone was a bit aloof: "You’re welcome."

This incident did not obstruct their conversation.

Back in the guest room, Qin Ruan reported to Lan An the deeds of the Huangjue tree over the last hundred years.

Lan An and Lingfeng listened emotionlessly, as if these horrific acts had nothing to do with them.

Their indifference did not waver, despite the Huangjue tree’s extermination of thousands, even tens of thousands of beings.

Their detached eyes did not show a ripple of sentiment, a calmness that was shocking.

Observing their facial expressions and the light in their eyes, Qin Ruan realized they were indeed, cold and ruthless demons.

Resting her arm on the table and holding her head in her hand, she said to Lan An: "I’ve related everything I know, hope this helps you find the Huangjue tree soon."

Pausing, she continued in a different tone: "Of course, I have no reward to offer you."

Lan An’s face, clear-cut yet tender, bore a faint smile.

He shook his head at Qin Ruan: "A reward is not necessary."

Qin Ruan chuckled lightly: "Then, haven’t I gained an advantage?"

With a play of her eyes and a light sway in her steps, her lips curled into a light arc.

Her every frown and smile was breathtakingly beautiful.

Lan An stared at Qin Ruan’s face without moving, utterly oblivious to the concept of restraint.

His emotionless eyes seemed to draw one in when he stares, like a clear stream that’s able to penetrate your thoughts and lay bare your deepest secrets.

If Lan An’s gaze did not lack ambiguity and was devoid of any ill-intent, Qin Ruan might even misinterpret it.

Any individual would feel violated when scrutinized with a probing eye.