Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 867: The Lifebound Magic Artifact of Emperor Fengdu, the Kun Tian Buddha Beads

Chapter 867: Chapter 867: The Lifebound Magic Artifact of Emperor Fengdu, the Kun Tian Buddha Beads

A month?

Qin Ruan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Spare her already!

She didn’t even want to drink soup for a week, let alone suffer through a pregnancy drowning in broths and tonics, causing Doctor Chen to say she acted like someone with unsatisfied desires. She didn’t want to experience that a second time.

Was it really just to say she hadn’t been resting well lately, and that she should take better care of her health? There was no need to beat around the bush so much.

Qin Ruan inwardly criticized the third master without ceasing, though obediently drank the soup with her mouth.

She had to at least get through this one week.

...

Capital City, a five-star luxury private hospital.

Xia Yunchen finished his nutritional meal, picked up the napkin beside him, and leisurely wiped his fingertips with it. He glanced at the person standing by his side and spoke up with a cool voice in the hospital room, "Did you find out the identity of that Huo Sanye last night?"

Changyuan stepped forward and reported solemnly, "My lord, that person is indeed the Great Emperor of the Northern Darkness in Fengdu."

"Rip!"

The napkin in Xia Yunchen’s hand was torn apart.

He lifted his face, handsome and ethereal, like an exiled celestial, which had regained its stunning and enchanting beauty in just a short time.

This unique face, once seen, would be imprinted in one’s heart, causing an irresistible fall into its charm, never to be forgotten.

It wasn’t specifically about how stunning or good-looking it was, but rather the seductiveness that radiated from the man’s very bones, like a banished celestial having taken on handsome allure.

Xia Yunchen exuded an innate, irresistible aura of noble pride, his cold and clear eyes like the chill of winter. With just a fleeting glance, the unintentional release of his pressure instantly spread around the room.

The sunlight that fell through the sheer curtains and onto his hair and face created a warm halo. It seemed so unreal, both divine and demonic.

One feared that in the blink of an eye, this person could ascend and leave.

Xia Yunchen eyed Changyuan directly, the calmness in his eyes receding, replaced by a sharp, ice-cold glint that flickered with complex emotions, "Are you sure?"

Changyuan, aware of the gravity of the Great Emperor of Fengdu appearing in the Human Realm, spoke firmly, "Huo Sanye wears the treasured Buddha Beads of the Thirty-Three Heavens on his wrist—Kun Tian Min Buddha Beads, which is the magic artifact of the Great Emperor himself."

Xia Yunchen threw the shredded napkin aside carelessly, his face tense, his eyes flashing an odd light.

A fleeting sorrow passed through his eyes, disappearing almost instantaneously.

He clasped his chest, feeling his heart throbbing violently.

There used to be a time when his chest felt empty.

Changyuan stepped forward again and suggested in a low voice, "My lord, now that the Great Emperor of Fengdu is lingering in the Mortal World, this is our best chance to eliminate him. Shall we call back Hu Yixian and Lan An?"

A hint of killing intent flashed in his blood-colored eyes, and his light tone sent chills down one’s spine.

"Kill him?" Xia Yunchen scoffed coldly, his demeanor turning sinister, "If you kill him, how would Aruan cope?"

Changyuan huffed, "He is the Underworld Emperor, surrounded by his left and right arms, the five Puppet Emperors, the Underworld King, the Ten Kings of Hell, the Seventy-two Earth Gods, and many other subordinates. Once he returns to the Netherworld, it will be much more difficult for us to make a move against him."

Xia Yunchen’s expression returned to its usual gentle demeanor, and he shook his head lightly, "If we kill him, I fear Aruan won’t survive this last calamity."

He turned his head to look out the window, sighing softly at the changes that the Mortal World had undergone over a thousand years, "That year, when he learned of Aruan’s soul perishing, he was willing to use his Divine Power to reverse time and the universe, which shows he had true feelings for Aruan. It was Aruan who wronged him then, now if we kill him, would we not be acting the scoundrel?"

Changyuan, however, did not agree, "If it weren’t for him, how would Aruan have died?"

He is an ancient Hook Snake, a fierce beast.

The only method he knows to solve problems is to combat war with war, to repay killing with killing.

"These are two different matters." Xia Yunchen massaged his chest, the turmoil within him not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

Some matters are not as simple as they appear, although he did not like Aruan being together with the Emperor of Fengdu, now that the two of them even had a child, wishing to separate them required a gentler approach.

Xia Yunchen mused, "Now that we know his identity, don’t meddle in other affairs, and don’t provoke Aruan further. Her life-and-death ordeal in this lifetime has not yet passed; we shall wait and see for now."

Changyuan, reluctantly, "Understood—"

Xia Yunchen, "Summon Hu Yixian and Lan An back. Now that the Emperor of Fengdu has taken action, it’s evident that Aruan’s ordeal is not an easy one."

Changyuan’s blood-red eyes stared intently at the person lying in bed, suddenly asking, "Master, is there something you are hiding from me?"

Xia Yunchen turned his face and smiled mysteriously at Changyuan, a smile enchanting beyond measure, "What would I hide from you?"

Changyuan furrowed his brow, his aggressive and handsome features revealing confusion and distress, "The Emperor of the Netherworld hurt Aruan, and with your temperament, you’d have wished to swiftly kill him."

Xia Yunchen’s expression was slightly stunned; he extended his hand toward him.

Changyuan stepped forward, kneeling down on one knee.

A warm hand landed on top of his head, and Xia Yunchen, as if petting an animal, stroked his dark long hair, his voice soothing as he reassured, "Changyuan, it’s you who have lost some memories."

Changyuan looked up, his face full of dependence and trust, "Didn’t you help me retrieve my memories when you woke up?"

Otherwise, he still wouldn’t know Qin Ruan’s identity.

Xia Yunchen’s countenance was serene, as he gazed steadily at the person kneeling before him, "There are some memories I temporarily can’t help you retrieve; in time, you’ll understand. It’s all because of the Emperor of Fengdu that Aruan could reconstruct her soul in the three thousand great thousand worlds."

Changyuan’s demeanor was haughty, "I only know that in the past, Princess Aruan was killed by a ghost general of the Netherworld!"

"But do you know that in this world, only the Emperor of Fengdu has the power to reverse time?"

"That’s what the Netherworld owes Aruan."

Xia Yunchen knitted his brows, his tone serious, "I know you protect Aruan, and so do I, but since Pangu split heaven and earth billions of years ago, not once has any ruler of the Northern Underworld used the power of time reversal, because such an act costs the user damage to their soul, and as a result, both the Mortal World and the Netherworld could be plunged into an unknown disaster."

Changyuan took his hand off his head, kneading it thoughtfully, "What kind of disaster?"

Xia Yunchen, "The boundaries between the Mortal World and the Netherworld would weaken day by day; the fierce Puppets from the Eighteen Layers of Hell and the Fengdu Purgatory could take the opportunity to flee, and without the Divine Power of the Emperor of Fengdu to keep them at bay, they would wreak havoc upon the Mortal World, and both realms would face a bloody battle for survival."

Changyuan paused, his face full of disgust, "So by that account, he’s been quite decent to Aruan?"

Xia Yunchen, "There are some details I’m not clear on; it’s Aruan being willful, but they should never have hurt my Nine-tailed Fox Clan princess."

The Nine-tailed Fox Clan, an ancient Divine Beast, is a revered entity across all three realms and, despite being characterized in Mortal World folklore and films as demons that cause calamity and disaster, nothing can diminish the glory of the Nine-tailed Fox Divine Beast Clan.

The grievances of a thousand years past can be resolved by time.

Those pale in comparison to Aruan’s current life-and-death ordeal, which is imminent.