Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 710: Qin Ruan: Who exactly is the person behind you?

Chapter 710: Chapter 710: Qin Ruan: Who exactly is the person behind you?

Lan An and Lingfeng appeared in the hallway almost as soon as Qin Ruan finished speaking.

Qin Ruan’s face was frighteningly grim, and she coldly stared at Lan An, her gaze icy and dangerous.

She asked in a low voice, "Where is the Huangjue Tree Demon?"

Lan An responded indifferently: "Dead."

Qin Ruan stared at him with dangerous eyes: "The undead is still present."

Lan An nodded: "I have taken care of it, so do you want revenge?"

Qin Ruan’s lips curled into a cruel, cold smile: "What do you think?" Her countenance was full of intimidating power.

Lan An waved his sleeve, preparing to release the undead spirit of the Huangjue Tree Demon.

"Not here!" Qin Ruan reprimanded sharply.

She did not want to enact her revenge before the Master and the two children.

"Follow me!" Qin Ruan turned and strode away.

The Champs Elysees Manor was well guarded inside and out due to the Master’s presence, with Hidden Guards of the Huo Family at every corner.

When Qin Ruan appeared, the Hidden Guards were surprised.

They quickly lowered their heads and respectfully greeted: "Madam."

Qin Ruan ignored them, her pace quickened as she stepped out of the front gate.

Outside the door, Qin Ruan noticed the Underworld’s envoys stationed around the Manor and in particular, the conspicuous Black and White Envoys.

Seeing Qin Ruan, the two Envoys approached rapidly: "Miss Qin."

Qin Ruan knitted her brows, her pale face was puzzled: "Why are you here?"

The cold-faced Black Envoy respectfully replied: "The Underworld King heard Miss Qin’s child was in danger and sent me to protect you."

Qin Ruan’s face brightened significantly: "Thank you."

Her eyes swept past the numerous Puppet Envoys around her, a touch of gratitude surged within her: "I have work to do, I will return the kindness some other day."

The Black and White Envoys intelligently stepped aside: "Miss Qin is too polite."

Qin Ruan walked past the two Envoys.

Seeing a black car parked outside with its windows open, she didn’t even open the door, and directly jumped into the driver’s seat.

She started the car, stepped on the accelerator, a sequence of movements flawlessly executed without a second wasted.

Lan An and Lingfeng teleported into the back seat.

The luxury car sped off, leaving the Manor behind.

The Seventh White Envoy and Eighth Black Envoy watched as the car drove away, the respect they showed to Qin Ruan faded as she disappeared from their view.

They looked at each other, both eyes revealing a heavy light.

Lan An was just near them, it was impossible for them not to have seen him.

White Envoy said in a cold voice: "They found him in this life too."

Black Envoy squinted his eyes, touched his chin, and calmly said, "It was only a matter of time."

The luxurious black car was speeding on the wide road.

Qin Ruan was driving, her eyes not blinking, her speed at the limit.

Her pale and delicate face was tense, her eyes were filled with a murderous look, as if she could only be satisfied by paying back with blood their trip to the Ghost Gate.

Auston School.

Coming back here again, unlike her leisurely first visit, Qin Ruan was full of murderous aura and resentment.

The main entrance to the school was locked, making entering through there impossible.

Qin Ruan bypassed the high wall at one side, climbing up effortlessly.

The wall was so high, but her actions were so nimble, it was clear she was experienced in such matters.

Lan An and Lingfeng passed through the wall.

The trio convened in the school and headed straight for the small forest where the Huangjue Tree Demon’s original form resided.

Qin Ruan stood on the area that had been filled in and flattened. This was once the site where the original form of the Huangjue Tree Demon dwelled.

The ground had been flattened by the school, the soil on the surface was still damp.

She stared coldly at this flat terrain and coldly ordered, "Lan An, bring out the Huangjue Tree Demon."

"Okay!"

Lan An waved his sleeve, and the severely injured soul of the Huangjue Tree Demon was thrown onto the ground like garbage.

Its grotesque face was distorted, its eyes, black without the white, were dim without any light.

Under the suppression by Lan An’s blood, his demon power greatly reduced, and his combat power was more than half afftected.

Qin Ruan walked up to the Huangjue Tree Demon, each step light, and her voice was barely audible.

Her face was calm, eerily quiet, like the calm before a storm.

The Huangjue Tree Demon seemed to know that its end was near. Its soul kept retracting, distancing itself from Qin Ruan.

Qin Ruan marched up to it and stepped on the soul of the Huangjue Tree Demon, her eyes filled with fierce intent.

"Who are you exactly? "

The question caught the Huangjue Tree Demon off guard.

Suddenly, it sneered: "Heh heh heh...you actually figured it out."

How could she not?

In Qin Ruan’s clear and cold eyes, a chilling light flashed, briefly transforming her gaze into a dazzlingly icy one.

She had the protection of her Nether Divine Power, ordinary wicked forces could not harm her.

Yet the Huangjue Tree Demon could, without invoking much demonic power, pierce her body, and nearly brought her lifelong regret.

Qin Ruan’s eyes darkened and became more piercing. She stepped hard on the body of the Huangjue Tree Demon, amplifying her Nether Power several times over.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" cried the Huangjue Tree Demon in pain.

The hurt the Nether Power caused to the undead was unimaginable.

Qin Ruan’s face was terrifyingly cold. She demanded in a chilling voice, "Who is the person behind you?!"

For a few hundred-year-old tree demon, it didn’t amount to much unless someone was backing it.

Bearing the pain, the Huangjue Tree Demon gritted its teeth and said,"I won’t tell you. Unless you let me eat your offspring!"

"Boom!"

No sooner had the Huangjue Tree Demon spoken than Qin Ruan kicked it away.

Her face was calm as water, with a fierce and murderous look in her eyes. An intrinsic sense of savagery radiated from her.

"You’re asking for it. Your time to beg for mercy will come!"

The Golden Whip, the result of her transformed Nether Power, rapidly wound around the undead body of the Huangjue Tree Demon.

The soul of the Huangjue Tree Demon trembled violently. Its hands clenched into fists, its ugly face filled with suppressed pain.

But this was not enough.

A glimmer of Hellfire emerged at Qin Ruan’s fingertip.

The Hellfire, it scorches all evil spirits and wicked forces from the world.

The flame hovered in the air, gradually forming an enveloping circle.

When the circle of fire expanded to a person’s size, it fell on the Huangjue Tree Demon.

The heat from the Hellfire, which countless wicked forces feared, enveloped the undead Huangjue Tree.

The terrifying fire didn’t hurt its soul in the slightest.

Still, the fear etched itself deeply into its heart.

"Ahhh...it’s so hot!"

"So painful! Ahhh..."

The Huangjue Tree Demon rolled on the ground due to the pain, persistently dodging the Hellfire.

The sound of its pain and mournful cries in Qin Ruan’s ears was the most delightful symphony in the world.

She ignored it and turned to face the spot where the Tree Demon’s original body was hidden.

Qin Ruan’s lips pressed into a firm line, her face hinting at unnatural pain.

Her hand instinctively reached for her abdomen.

The touch was sticky, and she didn’t need to look to know what it was.

Blood oozing out from the wound after the surgery.

The faint smell of blood spread out, causing Lan An, standing behind her, to twitch his nose slightly.

He appeared reserved, with a cold, solemn expression. He quickly let go of Lingfeng’s hand, walked up to Qin Ruan with a worried look on his face.

"Qin Ruan, stop being stubborn. I’ll help you with whatever you want to do."

Qin Ruan’s icy stare met Lan An’s.

After watching him for a while, she pointed to a spot not far away: "Dig up all the roots of the Huangjue Tree Demon buried underground, leave no trace."

Demons, unlike humans, could regenerate their bodies after death.

Even if they were reduced to ashes, as long as they left the slightest trace in the world, they could possibly regenerate through practice.

What Qin Ruan wanted to do now was to completely eliminate the chance that Huangjue Tree would practice and regenerate.

Even if the demon’s regeneration required hundreds and thousands of years, she would not leave them that chance.

"Okay!"

Lan An rolled up his sleeves and walked toward the spot confidently.

His arms transformed into lively tree branches, spreading and elongating rapidly.

Once they extended to several metres, the branches, sparse with leaves, quickly plunged into the soil.