Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 700: Qin Ruan: I’ll give you three lashes today, for a good journey!

Chapter 700: Chapter 700: Qin Ruan: I’ll give you three lashes today, for a good journey!

Qin Ruan glanced at Lingfeng and said uncertainly, "I feel as if something is watching us."

Lingfeng followed her gaze, looking.

Just one look and she said, "Evil spirits."

"No." Qin Ruan denied.

If it was evil spirits, she wouldn’t have this underlying sense of danger.

Whatever was staring at her in the darkness was not merely evil spirits.

Lingfeng suggested, "We’ll know if we go and take a look."

She spoke calmly, brushing it off lightly.

Qin Ruan gazed intently at Lingfeng, as if she wanted to see through her facial expression and read her true thoughts.

Suddenly, she smiled, a smirk lining her lips. "Good idea."

Before leaving, Qin Ruan instructed the people behind her, "Huo Qiang, Lin Hao, you stay here and stand by. Without my command, no one is allowed to pass."

"No way!" Lin Hao immediately objected.

He glared at Lingfeng, treating her as a malevolent delinquent.

Huo Qiang exchanged glances with Huo Zhi. Both bowed their heads in agreement, "Yes, madam."

They, like Lin Hao, did not agree with the madam going alone.

As for Lingfeng, they didn’t even consider her a person.

If the master commanded it, as long as they were outside with the madam, unless their lives were in danger, they would obey all the madam’s commands.

Even if they didn’t agree, they had no choice but to obey.

Lin Hao’s attempt to stop Qin Ruan merely darkened her gaze.

She peered deeply at him, "If you’re not scared of being possessed by a puppet spirit, not scared of dying then follow."

With that, Qin Ruan and Lingfeng walked away hand in hand.

Lin Hao stood rooted to the spot, his face twisted in a scowl.

Naturally, he was afraid of the puppet spirits.

Death? Having lived on the edge of danger for so long, he had no fear of death’s arrival.

Yet as the proverb goes: better to be alive and kicking than dead.

Feet glued to the ground, Lin Hao was not the type to press his luck, not budging an inch.

In the pitch-black alley, the cold night wind blew past, bringing an eerie chill.

Qin Ruan didn’t glance sideways, she treaded on the narrow pathway filled with scattered trash.

Lingfeng walked alongside her.

Halfway there, something flashed before their eyes.

A black shadow rushed past them at a high speed.

Qin Ruan asked the person next to her, "Did you see it clearly?"

Lingfeng’s bright eyes flickered in the darkness, shaking her head lightly.

Realizing her gesture would probably go unnoticed, she spoke out loud, "I did not see it clearly, it was too fast."

So fast that she couldn’t even catch its trace.

Qin Ruan smirked at that, her laughter vague, brimming with a touch of eagerness.

Her stomach churned irregularly.

She didn’t know why they were so active tonight, dissatisfied with the bustle of her body, or perhaps overexcited.

"Let’s go." Qin Ruan lifted her foot and continued walking.

Her shoes stepping on the messy ground.

Each step brought with it a slightly sticky noise as the wet remnants squished beneath her shoes, the odd sound felt very unsettling.

Lingfeng beside her murmured, "It stinks here."

Qin Ruan spoke calmly, "There is a sewage drain here. The residents nearby all dispose of their domestic wastewater here, including human excrements."

Lingfeng halted right there, completely frozen.

Not hearing any footsteps behind her, Qin Ruan turned around to look at her.

"What’s wrong?"

"I..." Lingfeng felt unwell, hesitating, "I want to go back."

Qin Ruan chuckled, "Too late."

She reached out to pull Lingfeng, pulling her forward to continue their journey.

In the quiet, dark alley, overlapping footstep sounds filled the air.

There was a light ahead, and they had already covered two-thirds of the distance.

Qin Ruan quickened her pace.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared out of nowhere, blocking their way.

Qin Ruan stared at the shadow before her, a bloodthirsty and ruthless cold light dyeing her eyes.

She let go of Lingfeng’s hand, calmly saying, "It’s here."

It was as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Lingfeng could sense a familiar aura emanating from the black shadow.

It was the Huangjue Tree!

"What a tempting scent." A coarse, cold voice sounded opposite them.

In the dark, the Huangjue Tree’s sinister, eerie pupils were fixed unblinkingly on Qin Ruan’s stomach.

The two little beings inside were invaluable nourishment to it.

They were among the greatest treasures in the universe; consuming them could make it an instant deity.

After cultivating for so many years and killing countless creatures, didn’t it all amount to finding an easier way to cultivate?

Now that the stepping stone to the heavens was right before its eyes, it wouldn’t pass it up.

Perceiving the Huangjue Tree’s covetousness for her children, Qin Ruan’s eyes met its gaze, her depths as cold and impenetrable as an abyss.

The Golden Whip manifested in her hand, a great oppressive energy emanating from her.

Qin Ruan spoke clearly, "My name is Qin Ruan, the Extradition Envoy for the mortal world’s Undead. Your evil deeds are countless and beyond redemption. You will not be judged by the Netherworld nor sent to Hell. Today, I will send you three lashes to aid your journey!"

The moment her words fell, she lashed out with the whip in her hand.

The Golden Whip shone brightly, whirling towards the black figure at an unstoppable speed.

"Sizzling..."

What sounded like the sizzle of hot oil frying echoed from the other side.

The Golden Whip in Qin Ruan’s hand was actually caught barehanded by the Huangjue Tree.

At this sight, shock surfaced in her eyes, her serene face shattered by the unexpected turn.

"Sizzling..."

The sizzle continued, the effect of the Golden Whip’s Nether Power scorching the Huangjue Tree’s humanoid form.

The air was filled with a charred fragrance.

Not unlike the smell of flesh being deep-fried.

This indicated that the Huangjue Tree was indeed susceptible to Nether Power.

Qin Ruan fiercely jerked the whip in her hand.

In that moment, the Huangjue Tree hidden in the shadows was yanked right before her eyes.

By the light emitted by the Golden Whip, Qin Ruan clearly saw its humanoid appearance.

The tree, a symbol of beauty and hope, now, after staining its hands with the blood of countless lives and even transforming into a human, had become grotesque.

One could only say, it had reaped the fruits of its own wickedness.

With the Huangjue Tree right before her, its greed and murderous intent reflected in Qin Ruan’s eyes.

The Golden Whip in her hand flew out and twirled, snaking around the Huangjue Tree’s neck at an incredible speed.

Qin Ruan stepped back, ready to utterly obliterate the Huangjue Tree.

Suddenly, her stunning face froze, involuntarily doubling over.

Her eyes widened in shock, she slowly looked down.

The sight that met her eyes made Qin Ruan seethe with rage.

It seemed as if the world was spinning, her body shaking uncontrollably.

A daunting, icy aura, teeming with murderous intent, radiated from Qin Ruan, enveloping the entire alley.

Her pure, glass-like eyes reflected a ghastly sight—a black and blue hand piercing her stomach.

Qin Ruan’s clenched fist trembled, the veins on it bulging, her expression one of bloodthirsty horror.

Her enraged eyes, overly stimulated, glowed with a dazzling sanctity.

In the blink of an eye, her clear pupils became completely black.

At that moment, Qin Ruan, with eyes black as the abyss, emanated a murderous aura like a deadly puppet, akin to an Asura emerging from Hell.