Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 815: The Western Satan Has Come, But Even He Can’t Save You!

Chapter 815: Chapter 815: The Western Satan Has Come, But Even He Can’t Save You!

When Jennifer came knocking, Yan Xirong had long been married, and his once flirtatious nature had long since been restrained.

In consideration of the past romance he once shared with her, he gave her money again.

This act, however, dragged him into trouble.

Jennifer tried to entangle him repeatedly, simply wishing to rekindle their past relationship.

Yan Xirong firmly rejected her, and to avoid any further trouble, had her sent away from Northern England.

Jennifer then disappeared for over a decade, until a month ago when she reappeared as a "puppet."

No one knew what Jennifer had been through, nor how she had died.

When Jennifer first appeared, Yan Xirong had fallen ill, his condition so severe that he was unconscious, and at that time they did not know that Jennifer was the instigator.

The Yan Family sought the assistance of the grand church leader of Northern England and the Witch Clan from the East, and after a series of investigations, they discovered that Yan Xirong was haunted by a "puppet."

Jennifer was straightforward when forced to appear, claiming she had come for revenge.

Seeing Yan Xirong tormented to the brink of death, the Yan Family believed it and chose to negotiate with Jennifer.

But she was intransigent, holding out against Yan Xirong to the end, even going so far as to injure several important members of the Yan Family.

Later, on a day when Yan Xirong regained consciousness, he noticed a noble family crest from Northern England on Jennifer’s back.

The Yan Family, being foreigners in Northern England, had grown rapidly over the years, their prominent status seriously impacting the prestige of certain nobles.

Knowing Jennifer was sent by a noble, the Yan Family chose to remain silent.

They naturally would not let the mastermind behind the scenes go, but these matters were not as critical as Yan Xirong’s life.

It was at this time that the Family Head heard that a Mystic Master had emerged in the Capital City, and with Yan Xirong’s life hanging by a thread, he decided to return home for help.

Receiving an invitation from the Huo Family was like a timely rain; knowing the esteemed Master Ling Xuzi of the Huo Family, they immediately rushed domestic to seek a cure for Yan Xirong.

Qin Ruan turned her head to look at Yan Xirong, "So you know who is behind this?"

Yan Xihu’s expression subtly changed, and he nodded, "The Brucester Family of Northern England. Back in the day, I competed with the Brucester’s young master for the princess of the Royal Family. He lost, and later both Xirong and the Brucester young master had entanglements with Jennifer. Jennifer chose Xirong, and our families have held deep grudges ever since.

The two conflicts have always made them regard the Yan Family as a thorn in their side. At first, the Yan Family was vigilant and on guard, but seeing their lack of excessive actions, which were minor disturbances over time, they gradually let their guard down, never expecting them to cunningly plot for over a decade."

The reason why it was said to be over a decade was guessed by Yan Xihu.

Jennifer disappeared over a decade ago; the Brucester Family wanting to use Jennifer for revenge was a plan at least a decade in the making.

Qin Ruan rubbed her fingertips, her gaze intensely fixed on Jennifer in the corner, "Even those who cultivate should not interfere arbitrarily in the affairs of the Netherworld, let alone evil spirits; since it involves scheming and harming others, she naturally must not be spared."

Yan Xihu looked at her and said hatefully, "If you can eliminate her, the Yan Family will be greatly indebted."

"Oh?" Qin Ruan raised an eyebrow, a smile in her eyes as she looked at the man who was more than ninety percent likely her uncle, asking, "How will you repay me extensively?"

Yan Xihu’s gaze flickered slightly, and his refined face showed a gentle expression, "Miss, what is your honored surname?"

Qin Ruan’s lips slightly moved, "Qin, with a Ruan."

Yan Xihu’s lips slightly lifted, his eyes full of deeper meaning, "Miss Qin, if you solve this big problem for the Yan Family, we will honor you as a distinguished guest."

He did not mention any specific reward, nor did he speak of favor, only offering an attractive proposition.

Qin Ruan didn’t mind, she smiled, extended her hand, palm up, and curled her fingers towards where Jennifer was.

Restricted by the Golden Whip, Jennifer slowly floated towards her, her face deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror as she looked at Qin Ruan.

Qin Ruan withdrew her hand, her sharp gaze fixed on Jennifer, "Having become a puppet, the affairs of the Mortal World no longer concern you. In life, you did not commit grave sins, but in death, being manipulated, you carry the burden of several lives; today, I cannot spare you."

"Secondly, you’ve harmed my family members today. I’m not a Heavenly Master, but I too have stepped half into the Metaphysics Circle. No Heavenly Master repays evil with kindness, and I certainly will not let you go today," Qin Ruan asserted.

Jennifer panicked at hearing this, "No! I am from Northern England, not subject to your Eastern authority. Even if I go to Hell, it will be Satan’s envoy who summons me."

"That’s only under the circumstances that you haven’t harmed my family members," Qin Ruan pointed towards Yan Xirong, who lay on the couch, "Do you know who he is?"

Jennifer gazed at Yan Xirong with sorrow and resentment: "The most heartless lover I’ve ever encountered."

"No, he is my uncle." Qin Ruan spoke with certainty.

By this time, the Huo Family had likely obtained the parentage test results.

She didn’t need to check to know that she was related by blood to the Yan Family.

When Qin Ruan called out ’uncle’ again, it sent a shiver through Yan Xihu’s heart.

He looked directly at Qin Ruan, as if he could see an old acquaintance through her.

Jennifer erupted, "No! You have no right to do this!"

Bound by the Golden Whip surrounded by the mighty Nether Divine Power, her soul was corroding, making crackling noises.

Qin Ruan stepped towards Jennifer, her eyes devoid of any emotion, fiercely cold.

She lifted her chin, looking down from above: "This is the East, and as long as you stand on my turf, all souls and evil spirits on this land are under my control—even if the Western Satan himself came, he couldn’t save you!"

Jennifer’s face drastically changed, and upon remembering something, she sneered, "You’ll regret this! I am a puppet of the black-feathered wings. Our revered Satan will tear you apart, slaughter your family, and condemn you to the depths of Hell Abyss forever!"

Doubt appeared in Qin Ruan’s eyes as she turned to the man beside her, "What is black-feathered wings?"

Yan Xihu’s eyes narrowed slightly, a fierce look crossing his face momentarily: "It’s a notorious church that has spread across the West, known for their brutal methods and doing all kinds of evil. Many people devote everything to them.

There are also rumors that those who worship Satan and become servants of the black-feathered wings will inevitably suffer from their ignorance and evil and meet a bad end."

Qin Ruan clicked her tongue, "Sounds like a cult to me."

Yan Xihu said coldly, "If Jennifer has joined this black-feathered wings, then it’s likely her family background is entangled with this church as well."

"Can you deal with the person behind this?"

As he met Qin Ruan’s unconcerned and emotionless eyes, Yan Xihu’s words took a turn.

He stared at Qin Ruan’s beautiful face and asked softly: "Are you Anyu’s child?"

Qin Ruan: "My mother’s name was Yan Anyu; sadly, I never met her."

Yan Xihu’s hand trembled slightly, a mix of sorrow, surprise, and faint joy appearing in his eyes.

"Ruanruan!"

Qin Mei cried out incredulously, his tone carrying an element of disbelief and reluctance to accept.

He rushed to Qin Ruan’s side, grabbed her arm and pulled her away from Yan Xihu.

He glared warily at Yan Xihu, then looked down at Qin Ruan’s calm expression, his voice hoarse: "Ruanruan, do you realize what you’re saying?"

Knowing he might not accept it right away, Qin Ruan showed a hint of helplessness: "Big brother, they are Mom’s family."

It was a fact she couldn’t argue against.

"Impossible! Our parents came from ordinary families; they made it to college on their own merits, started a business together, and that’s how we have the Qin Group today. Not a single person from Mom’s side visited her even in her dying days; her family was Dad, big brother, me, and you!"

Mentioning his mother’s death stirred Qin Mei’s emotions intensely.