Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 949: The Millennium Chess Game of Fengdu the Great Emperor, Everyone is a Pawn

Chapter 949: Chapter 949: The Millennium Chess Game of Fengdu the Great Emperor, Everyone is a Pawn

Dressed in red, the graceful yet efficient female puppet Awei, bowed respectfully, her voice solemn with assurance.

"Yes, my lord!"

She too had heard the Underworld King’s words and learned of Qin Ruan’s identity, her frail soul body trembling incessantly.

That human was actually the wife of the Emperor, their sovereign mother.

Struck as if by lightning, Awei’s years-long belief as a puppet was turned on its head.

Chu Zifeng led the Underworld King through the rooms, passing numerous doors, until they finally arrived at the last barrier-enchanted door.

Ming Tianheng stood in front of the door, covering his nose and complained with a disgusted look on his face, "This stench is really thick."

Chu Zifeng, with an icy demeanor, said, "I’ve been guarding this place for a thousand years, every day accompanied by the Lord’s spirit blood. You’ve only been here a short while."

Remembering the memories of being sealed for a millennium, his entire face was cold, and a sharp glint flashed through his chilly eyes; he felt a hint of resentment towards Qin Ruan.

Over the millennia, how many had fallen because of her, including himself who had suffered for a thousand years.

How many in the Underworld King’s service had been afflicted because of her, and most of the ancient Divine Beasts were nearly wiped out.

Awei of the Fox Clan was really something!

What predestined person? She was nothing but the source of disaster, the very person whom the Lord had him wait for a thousand years.

The Underworld King felt the cold air lingering around Chu Zifeng, and looking at his dark and beautiful features, he sympathized, "You’ve had it tough all these years."

Chu Zifeng glanced at him with a cold tone: "It wasn’t that tough. I’ve had puppet monsters seeking the Lord’s spirit blood for company every day. Knowing you were coming today, I dispatched those amusing toys.

Otherwise, you would have been able to witness the power of the Lord’s spirit blood for yourself. Regardless of gender or attributes, it makes all dance to its tune, utterly manipulated by the Lord’s residual divine power—truly fascinating.

And yes, the last time Qin Ruan was here, she was fortunate to witness that scene, but she didn’t know it was the Lord’s power, none of which had anything to do with me."

Ming Tianheng gave him a strange look: "Qin Ruan has been here, so why are you still guarding this place?"

Chu Zifeng’s eyelids drooped slightly as he spoke indifferently, "Memory loss, the time didn’t seem right."

The Underworld King frowned in disbelief: "What do you mean by memory loss? Are you missing part of your memories too?"

He had always thought Chu Zifeng was the backup the Emperor had arranged in the Human Realm.

The Underworld King’s shocked expression prompted Chu Zifeng to chuckle lightly, "Are you so surprised? It’s lucky for us to be alive now."

The great battle of a millennium ago had claimed many and surviving was no small feat.

Although Chu Zifeng was smiling, his words were laced with sarcasm, and the Underworld King, face expressionless with righteous indignation, said, "The Lord sure is skilled, going to such lengths for a Qin Ruan!

Even if she isn’t our sovereign mother, with the other shore flowers of the Netherworld in bloom after a millennia of silence and the Little Emperor having been born from her womb, my brother, we’ve got to look on the bright side."

What the Underworld King said sounded as if he were sympathizing with Chu Zifeng.

If not for the sentence that followed, it might well have been the case.

Chu Zifeng scoffed, "Sure, I’ve wasted a thousand years here at the Lord’s behest, and I’m not even allowed to complain. Who are you trying to impress?"

The Underworld King’s strikingly handsome face broke into a radiant smile and he stepped forward, draping an arm over Chu Zifeng’s shoulder to console, "Don’t be angry, the Lord’s arrangements must have their profound reasons."

Chu Zifeng dryly retorted, "He is the Lord, what objections could I have? I’m just lamenting for him, that’s all."

He had never experienced the agony of heartache, but as the most loyal subordinate, upon receiving the news, he was ready to lead the Yin Soldiers of Fengdu to attack the Fox Clan of Tu Mountain, only to be stopped by the Emperor halfway there.

The Underworld King shook his head in disagreement: "Whether it’s worth it or not isn’t for us to say, only the two of them truly understand what’s going on."

Chu Zifeng understood all too well but with a troubled expression, he said, "The heart isn’t willing. To think that the Eastern Ghost Emperor was once revered in the Netherworld, and now I’ve wasted a thousand years in the Mortal World."

Upon hearing this, the Underworld King leaned closer and whispered, "Don’t fear, brother, we can secretly coerce Qin Ruan into working for us."

Chu Zifeng’s interest was piqued: "Oh? Tell me more?"

The Underworld King raised an eyebrow and explained, "The Lord is currently only able to sustain life with Evil Qi. The more Evil Qi Qin Ruan captures from the puppets, the faster they can survive this life. As long as we make her diligently capture puppets for us, we’ll have our revenge for the chaos she brought upon the Netherworld in the past."

Chu Zifeng looked surprised, scrutinizing him with a sly look: "Aren’t you afraid the Emperor will find out?"

"That’s not the right way to put it. I’m merely following the Lord’s orders to help Qin Ruan ’rebirth’ and even imparting my abilities to her so she can survive on the Evil Qi on her own."

Chu Zifeng’s gaze flashed with a moment of bewilderment, as if struck by a thought, then a pleased light settled in his eyes.

He said with an amused tone, "This is a good idea."

The laughter quickly faded from the Underworld King’s face, replaced by a look of worry, "But with today’s use of the Lord’s spirit blood, Qin Ruan will indeed have to accelerate the pace of soul gathering."

Chu Zifeng also seemed to realize something, sighed softly, and with well-defined hands, pushed open the door before him.

Instantly, the barrier on the door shattered, and a powerful, overwhelming force gushed forth from inside the room, charging at them with a force as if to destroy heaven and earth.

Chu Zifeng and the Underworld King acted in perfect unison.

With their coordinated efforts, the aggressively murderous pressure was quickly pacified.

The golden light inside the room receded, revealing the interior clearly.

In the empty room, a faint golden light lingered, and suspended in mid-air, a drop of spirit blood encased in the golden glow exuded an oppressive force.

The Underworld King stood beside Chu Zifeng, urging in a loud voice, "Draw the blood, and let’s go!"

Behind them, the wailing of Puppets echoed, accompanied by a faint stench of blood that wafted towards them.

The appearance of the Fengdu Emperor’s essence blood would inevitably attract countless evil spirits. Once this drop of essence blood was stolen and consumed by an Evil Puppet, they would become Puppet Gods upon touching the ground.

Chu Zifeng knew time was of the essence and pulled out a black token from his chest, casting it into the room’s emptiness.

The token, as if conscious, drifted close to the Emperor’s essence blood and, in the blink of an eye, absorbed the blood into the black iron.

Slender hands slowly reached into the void, and the black token flew back into Chu Zifeng’s palm.

"Let’s go!"

Chu Zifeng grabbed the Underworld King and vanished from the spot instantly.

...

Outside He Mingjin’s villa, Qin Ruan was still in a standoff with Nangong Chang.

Everything around seemed to pause as Huo Zhi leaned motionless against the car hood, unresponsive to the tense situation that was about to erupt.

"Qin Ruan, deceiving you would be meaningless to me," said Nangong Chang.

Qin Ruan sneered, "If it truly were meaningless, you wouldn’t be standing before me.":

With his facade ripped away, Nangong Chang remained unflustered, "I simply refuse to be a pawn. The Dragon Clan hasn’t had an offspring for thousands of years, and finally, a dragon whelp was born. The Emperor won’t let me be happy, so naturally, I will ruin his game."

He stood with confidence, unafraid of Qin Ruan exposing his true thoughts.

"Just based on your nonsense, you wish to ruin my family. Why should I believe you?" Qin Ruan challenged.

Grinding his teeth, Nangong Chang said, "Go ahead and summon the Underworld King to confront me!"

"No need to summon me, I am already here!"

The Underworld King and Chu Zifeng materialized out of thin air before the two.

They stood in the middle of the confrontation, their cold gazes intensely focused on Nangong Chang.

Seeing the two figures, Nangong Chang smirked with satisfaction, "Underworld King, Ghost Emperor of the east, you truly did come!"

The Underworld King’s face turned ashen, his frigid eyes blazing with irrepressible anger as he shot back sharply, "Why bother muddling in this mess? Isn’t living a good thing?"

"Bullshit! You bastards harmed my dragon whelp. When the Tu Mountain Fox Clan caused chaos in the Netherworld, my Dragon Clan will certainly stir this muddy water too!" Nangong Chang exclaimed.

Chu Zifeng’s face, like an immortal’s, gradually turned solemn, his deep eyes emitting a spine-chilling glow.

With one hand behind his back, he looked down at Nangong Chang with an air of superiority, "What grandiose delusions! Do you think the Netherworld is just any place?"

"The lord allowed leniency towards the Tu Mountain Fox Clan because of Qin Ruan, but if your Dragon Clan dares to encroach on the Netherworld, the million Yin Soldiers of Fengdu will ensure you have no return!" he declared.

"Then let’s try. Without Fengdu the Great Emperor, let’s see if Sister Maoqing can withstand the might of my Dragon Clan bearing down in full force!"

Suddenly, Qin Ruan’s melodious and gentle voice echoed, "Underworld King, is he really Fengdu’s Northern Yin Emperor?"

Her eyes were fixed intently on Ming Tianheng.

If before she hadn’t believed a word from Nangong Chang, now, listening to their conversation, the scales in her heart began to tip.

The Underworld King slowly turned around, his gaze complicated as he looked at her, "Qin Ruan, ask yourself, has anyone under my command ever shown you the slightest disrespect?"

Instead of denying, he deflected the question.

Qin Ruan’s resolve wavered, unsure whom to trust.

Nangong Chang’s eyes were tightly fixed on Qin Ruan. Seeing her swayed emotions more apparent than before, he took the opportunity to shout, "When the Fox Clan’s Aruan died, she was already with child. Fengdu the Great Emperor personally led the Yin Soldiers to claim her life.

For the Little Emperor’s birth, he went to great lengths. In that battle a millennium ago, the ancient Divine Beasts all fell to the Emperor. He has laid a vast chessboard, and everyone became pawns within his game—I am the prime example!"

Ming Tianheng swore furiously, "Bullshit!"

Enraged, Nangong Chang retorted, "Is what I’m saying not true? You all are nothing but skin-clad Evil Puppets!"

The Underworld King and Chu Zifeng fell silent at the same time, not because they couldn’t rebut.

It was that they didn’t know where to start; Nangong Chang was both right and wrong.

The truth of the matter couldn’t be explained in just a few words.

Chu Zifeng’s eyes were slightly narrowed as he stared at Nangong Chang, a cold light bursting forth, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Nangong Chang laughed coldly, "My dragon offspring was tormented to death; Fengdu the Great Emperor will not have it easy either!"

He wanted revenge—why should his dragon offspring be gone for the sake of the Little Emperor’s birth? If that was the case, no one should have it easy!

Ming Tianheng was visibly furious, angrily saying, "The dragon whelp carries the Dragon Clan bloodline; within the Netherworld, it’s not that easy for him to be gone."

Nangong Chang was not surprised by his response and continued, "Then return the dragon whelp to me, and whatever you do next, I will no longer play along with you!"

As they were discussing the dragon whelp, they didn’t notice that something was wrong with Qin Ruan.