Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 921: Ruanruan’s Vitality is Stolen, Who is the Young Brother?

Chapter 921: Chapter 921: Ruanruan’s Vitality is Stolen, Who is the Young Brother?

Qin Ruan listened, her eyebrows arching, her face as calm as ever, "I’m still alive, living well, and it’s been decades just like that. I never expected to encounter you in the Mortal World."

Miss Duan smiled sweetly, the bloody glow in her eyes softened and turned dark.

Then, she sighed softly, "I just had bad luck, resisted fate, and was tortured for hundreds of years. Now that I see it clearly, an arm will never be able to bend a thigh, and the laws of the Heavenly Dao cannot be defied."

Hundreds of years of obsession ultimately brought her to an end with her soul scattered.

Qin Ruan’s smile slightly retracted, her fingertips still pinching that ball of white light full of affectionate threads, she softly consoled, "Resisting fate is quite good, and here I am, ready to lend you a helping hand."

Miss Duan shook her head with a smile, continuing to recall the memories of those years in Purgatory, "You have no idea. All Evil Puppets in Purgatory back then thought you would become the new Puppet King, hoping you would lead them out of Hell to do as they pleased in the Mortal World.

Your strength was too strong. No lost soul could endure the pains you experienced. No Puppet Monster could withstand the Hellfire, and the weak souls would be dispersed if they even touched it, but you tenaciously endured it for decades."

Qin Ruan said calmly, "It was ninety-four years."

Miss Duan expressed genuine admiration, "Nearly a century, truly remarkable soul strength!"

Qin Ruan turned to ask her, "What do you remember from back then?"

Gleaning a sincere admiration from Miss Duan, Qin Ruan suspected enduring Hellfire wouldn’t provoke pity in her, and she was curious about what had happened without her knowledge.

Miss Duan’s eyes reflected contemplation, "Back then I was in a daze, not many Ghost Envoys or lost souls took notice of me, they didn’t take me seriously. When you couldn’t withstand the Nether Fire Burning and fainted, I could approach you.

I knew there was a visitor in black, extremely handsome, with a deathly pale complexion, who would come to see you every few days."

Qin Ruan frowned, her face changing slightly, "Why don’t I know about this?"

In Purgatory, she had no interest in anything else; she fought against the Hellfire every day, and only occasionally, when she slightly relaxed her consciousness, did she pay attention to lost souls like Miss Duan.

Apart from the Underworld King, Qin Ruan couldn’t guess who else would visit her.

Miss Duan laughed softly, "He only appeared when you were unconscious."

She looked at Qin Ruan with that pitiful gaze again, "You were far worse off than me. That handsome young visitor constantly stole your Puppet Power, further weakening your already frail soul, making you even more vulnerable.

This also caused your suffering from the Nether Fire Burning to multiply, your condition worsened day by day, and many Puppet Monsters lost hope in you.

Later, one day you disappeared. Many Puppet Monsters would often discuss you, some saying you escaped the Netherworld to hide in the Human Realm, others saying you finally could no longer endure the Hellfire and were completely dissipated."

Qin Ruan showed a look of helplessness; the memories of her soul being refined in Purgatory were too painful to recall—nothing but pain.

The only time she could rest was when the pain knocked her out. That was the brief moment she most looked forward to.

But now, Miss Duan told her, someone had added fuel to her soul-refining agony back then—Qin Ruan felt somewhat displeased deep down.

She asked, "Do you still remember what he looked like?"

Miss Duan was just about to nod when a piercing pain suddenly flooded her mind.

She raised her hand to her forehead, furrowing her brows tightly, her pale face twisting in agony.

Qin Ruan supported her arm, "What’s wrong with you?"

Miss Duan looked bewildered, "I seem to have forgotten, how strange. I just had a flash of that person’s face, and now I can’t remember it."

Qin Ruan supported her arm, remaining silent, her expression growing darker.

Miss Duan’s head rested on Qin Ruan’s shoulder as she murmured weakly to herself, "Maybe I lived too muddled hundreds of years ago, causing my memories to become jumbled, with lasting aftereffects, I’ll tell you when I remember."

Qin Ruan thought to herself, you might never remember again.

Ever since her rebirth, she felt that things were increasingly slipping out of her control, always sensing an invisible hand manipulating everything behind the scenes.

Qin Ruan reached out to help Miss Duan sit upright, "It’s okay, I’ll send you into reincarnation first."

But the latter clung to her and would not get up, wrapping her arms around Qin Ruan’s arm and weeping lowly, "I still can’t accept it, I’ve waited for him for so many years, why didn’t he marry me? I was the first to have feelings for him, and he promised to marry me."

Qin Ruan was not used to close contact with others, let alone with the puppet before her.

As she prepared to forcefully separate herself from the other party, she heard Miss Duan’s sorrowful tone and gradually loosened her grip, whispering in comfort, "Humans and puppets follow different paths."

Miss Duan wiped away her tears and choked up, "I fell in love with him when I came of age, and then I waited agonizingly for three years, wasting the best years of a woman’s life.

I finally waited for him to become the Number One Scholar and come to marry me, but my body betrayed me, and I stepped into the Netherworld with one foot. Even so, he should not have married someone else, especially my cousin who always tried to compete with me!"

Hearing that childish complaint, Qin Ruan couldn’t help but cry and laugh, "What are you actually upset about, that he married someone else, or that he married your cousin?"

Miss Duan stated defiantly, "Both! People always say scholars are the most fickle-hearted, I think he was just deceiving me from the beginning!"

By now, Qin Ruan had a clear idea that the other party just wanted someone to vent to.

She patted the other’s back, which lacked warmth, "There, there, no more crying. Since he was the first to break the promise, just forget about him. Once you’re reborn, in your next life you’ll find a man a hundred times better than him."

Miss Duan shook her head in despair, "There will be no one better than him."

Without meaning to, Qin Ruan’s gaze drifted to a half-hidden figure amidst the trees not far away and asked Miss Duan, "Do you like him that much?"

Miss Duan said with self-mockery, "I was born into a scholarly family, with an illustrious background; nobles sought my hand in marriage as a match of equal social status, but none of them were the peerless scholar.

There is only one peerless scholar in this world, and besides him, no one can move my heart. I pined for him for five years in the Mortal World, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of years have passed in the Netherworld, yet I still can’t forget him. My decades of fixation were only to have him marry me."

A look of compassion flickered through Qin Ruan’s eyes, "Actually, Huo Qi..."

"Sister-in-law!"

Huo Qi, who had been hiding behind the trees, suddenly appeared, calling out.

He strode towards the woman and the puppet, his eyes cold and emotionless underneath.

Qin Ruan looked at the approaching figure, her expression amused, "Why have you come?"

Huo Qi surveyed Miss Duan, his gaze dead and undisturbed, a cold indifference on his handsome face.

He spoke indifferently, "Miss Duan, our destinies were entwined yet not fated, it’s best you reincarnate this morning."

The female puppet clung to Qin Ruan’s arm, burying her face, which was streaked with tears of blood, in her embrace.

Huo Qi continued, "Humans and puppets are different, your body carries a heavy Yin energy, please release my sister-in-law."

Full of disdain, as if he feared she would harm Qin Ruan.

These words seemed to enrage Miss Duan.

It was bad enough that he did not marry her, but to harbor such contempt for her was worse.