Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 952: Memories Sealed Again, the Emperor Has Only Three Years Left to Live

Chapter 952: Chapter 952: Memories Sealed Again, the Emperor Has Only Three Years Left to Live

Huo Sanye’s lips bled lightly, his delicate features were pale without a trace of color, and though his eyes were tightly shut, he still radiated an imposing aura.

Changyuan scrutinized for a long while and then gently shook his head at the two children, "The Purple Energy harbors filthy black Evil Qi. The two counter each other yet are inseparable; I can only suppress them temporarily, not completely remove them."

Huo Anqi had already stopped transferring Evil Qi and lifted his eyelids to look at Changyuan, saying emotionlessly, "I didn’t ask you to clear it, just to suppress it is fine."

If his power had not been sealed, he wouldn’t have needed Changyuan’s intervention at all.

Unable to relieve his father’s condition, his light-colored brows furrowed tightly, and his adorable, plump cheeks puffed up slightly.

Changyuan released Sanye’s chin and looked up at Huo, the Crown Prince; his eyes met those pupils that were pitch-black with no hint of white in them.

Seeing the child’s pale complexion and bloodless lips, he couldn’t help frowning, "Why must you overexert yourself?"

Huo Anqi pricked up his small chin proudly, "If I don’t take action, how could father hold on?"

"He can’t hold on forever. In a few years, the Purple Energy inside him will be devoured by the black mist, and by then, your father won’t live much longer,"

Changyuan spoke irritatingly while he had already sat on the edge of the bed, using his powerful Divine Power to suppress the chaotic currents of Qi inside Sanye’s body.

Huo Yao stared coldly with a smiling face and angrily retorted, "Nonsense! Father will never be in trouble!"

Huo Anqi walked forward and shook his head at him, his eyes and brows expressing solemnity.

He didn’t argue with Changyuan, nor did he stop Huo Yao’s retort.

Huo Yao covertly glared at his younger brother.

Huo Anqi’s brows knitted together; his small face was tight, and his mouth also slightly pursed.

He extended his hand to his lips and made a shushing gesture to Huo Yao.

Changyuan devoted all his effort to suppress the Evil Qi inside Sanye’s body, assisting the Purple Energy to not be engulfed by the thick black Evil Qi, unaware of the interaction between the two children beside him.

It was at this moment that the Underworld King and Chu Zifeng magically appeared in the room.

The Underworld King, his delicate, feminine features resplendent, was clad in a black robe, surrounded by black qi.

His body emitted a heavy Yin Energy, pervaded with a strong scent of death, and was enveloped by an intimidating aura that chilled the marrow.

Dressed in a white robe, with flowing crow-black long hair and a tall, lean figure, Chu Zifeng stood by the Underworld King’s side.

The two saw Changyuan sitting by the bed, and the hands he had on Sanye, and simultaneously struck at him in unison.

The Underworld King’s beautiful, demonically charming face flashed with murderous intent, his black robe waved lightly, and a powerful black mist surged directly at Changyuan.

Casual and languid, surrounded by an aura of immortality, Chu Zifeng quickly formed hand seals, and blinding white light burst from his palms, the killing intent directly targeting Changyuan.

Huo Yao and Huo Anqi, witnessing this scene, instinctively protected Changyuan, fearing that the two who had appeared out of nowhere would disturb the healing process.

When their small bodies were about to be touched by two powerful forces of black and white, the room suddenly entered a state of stillness.

The Underworld King and Chu Zifeng simultaneously drew their power back, which almost caused them to suffer a backlash, uncontrollably taking two steps back.

The Underworld King’s nose had a small red mole that became even more vivid due to extreme emotions.

He frowned and looked at Huo Yao and Huo Anqi: "Young masters, what are you doing?"

Huo Anqi barefooted, lightly leaped off the bed.

His chin slightly raised, and his black eyes, identical to Sanye’s, radiated a compelling gaze towards the Underworld King and Chu Zifeng.

"Father is in a critical condition. Are you hoping his lifeforce dissipates even faster?"

Although his voice was childishly soft, the words he spoke were exceedingly sharp.

The Underworld King, exceedingly aggrieved, made his complaint with a sullen face, "This is sheer heartbreak!"

He pointed at Changyuan, who was still sitting by the bed, and explained angrily, "This man is clearly an ancient Hook Snake, and his master is the Divine Monarch of the Fox Clan, who has always been at odds with our Netherworld!"

Huo Yao glanced at Changyuan and said ominously, "If he dares harm my father in the slightest, I will flay and devour the meat of the ancient ferocious beast, the Hook Snake, today!"

Chu Zifeng looked at the two children with tender eyes, his thin lips slightly curved upward, bearing a hint of a lazy smile.

The more he looked at Huo Yao and Huo Anqi, the more he liked them.

If the exhaustion of a thousand-year scheme had brought him two clever and agile sons of the Emperor, his dissatisfaction towards Qin Ruan was slightly mitigated.

Chu Zifeng’s gaze fell on Changyuan, a flash of coldness in his eyes as he spoke gravely, "The power of the ancient fierce beast is too domineering, you can’t help the Emperor. The children’s mother is arriving soon; stop now."

No sooner had he spoken than Changyuan immediately ceased.

If it had not been for Huo Yao and Huo Anqi shielding him from a strike just then, he would have thrown in the towel already.

Changyuan emitted a dense demonic energy, his handsome face dark as water, his imperious aura bursting forth unchecked, his blood-red eyes fixed intently on an old acquaintance.

With a cold expression, his lips curled into a chilly arc, "I’ve truly seen what crossing a river by dismantling the bridge entails today."

The Underworld King was about to speak when the sound of hitting came from behind the door.

"Bang! Bang!"

Chu Zifeng withdrew his wary gaze from Changyuan and placed a hand on the Underworld King’s shoulder, "Let’s resolve the master’s issue first."

The two appeared instantly in front of Huo Yunjiao, one with hands pressed against his chest, the other with fingertips placed on the center of his eyebrows.

Their combined strength stemmed from the same origin as the grandfather, practiced and swift, directly suppressing the Black Evil Qi that was about to devour the Purple Energy.

Huo Yao and Huo Anqi stood guard by the bed, their eyes filled with worry as they watched the scene unfold.

Changyuan, making a snide remark from the side, said, "With his frail body, he won’t live past three years; you’re simply wasting your efforts."

Chu Zifeng and the Underworld King exchanged a glance, their expressions unusually solemn, and they remained silent without retorting.

When they encountered Huo Yunjiao’s frail body, they had already sensed that this body was extremely weak, on its last legs.

Under the collaboration of the Underworld King and Chu Zifeng, the grandfather quickly restored the original balance of Purple Energy and Black Evil Qi.

They simultaneously withdrew their hands, their striking features slightly pale, having expended a significant amount of strength in a short time.

The Underworld King withdrew his hand, his eyes inspecting Changyuan from top to bottom as he warned, "You must not tell Qin Ruan about today’s incidents."

"Why should I?!"

Naturally rebellious, Changyuan contradicted him without a second thought.

The Underworld King’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, his tone harsh, "Because the master just sacrificed three years of his life for Qin Ruan’s sake..."

He informed Changyuan that not long ago, when Qin Ruan’s soul was on the verge of collapse, he and Chu Zifeng had used the royal blood left by the Emperor as a last resort to seal Qin Ruan’s memory.

A drop of royal blood had cost the grandfather three years of his life in this life.

If Qin Ruan’s memory were restored prematurely, everyone’s efforts would be in vain.

Upon hearing this, Changyuan’s stern features paused in shock, his blood-red eyes fixing on the man lying on the bed.

No wonder the other was left with only three years to live; so that was why.

Then, he scoffed coldly, "Heh! Just three years; we can wait, as Aruan will eventually regain her memory."

Chu Zifeng nodded with a smile, agreeing wholeheartedly, "The day she regains her memory will be the day she dies in this world and successfully reshapes her true body as a divine soul."