Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 887: Chapter 727: It’s Father!

Dark clouds gathered like a heavy block of iron, pressing down on the entire city.

Everyone felt a palpable sense of pressure, their chests tight, as if they could barely breathe.

Meng Qianqian’s arrow shot forth like a flying Star Hammer, piercing through the dark night sky with lightning speed, shattering the window paper of the side room and hitting the towering, unmoving silhouette.

Thud!

The silhouette fell heavily, giving off a resounding thud.

Meng Lang’s eyes widened: "Did it work?"

Yucheng Building was equally astonished.

Shan Cheng, that magician surpassing the master, was truly shot by the Yin Hu Guard?

Thinking of the wizard’s skill, he instinctively lowered his head, touched his chest, and checked for any transferred injuries.

Glad to find himself unharmed.

He quickly glanced at Meng Lang and Lu Yuan, both of whom were safe and sound.

Only then did he relax.

Meng Qianqian... seemed to truly have a way to deal with the wizard.

Though he didn’t know how she did it, the secrets and wonders surrounding her were no less than those of Ayimulan.

In the past, he would never have compared a little girl with the Loulan Queen.

Is she really just a little merchant girl?

Who was her master?

Countless doubts flashed through his mind, even Yucheng Building himself was unaware that his curiosity about Meng Qianqian had already exceeded the boundaries of a mere transaction.

After Meng Qianqian shot that arrow, Yucheng Building seemed to have pondered a lot, yet in truth, a mere blink of an eye had passed.

When he looked at Meng Qianqian again, she had already used Qinggong to leap towards the room.

Lu Yuan pushed open the door ahead of her.

Clang!

The door banged loudly.

Moonlight spilled like water across the ground.

What met their eyes was a scene of bewildering disarray.

Lu Yuan raised his hand toward Meng Qianqian, signaling her to wait.

He stepped forward, crouched down, and examined the corpse, saying to Meng Qianqian: "Scarecrow."

Meng Lang and Yucheng Building followed closely behind, reaching the doorway, and heard the shocking words.

Both simultaneously displayed expressions of surprise, asking in unison: "Scarecrow?"

Meng Qianqian entered the room, looking at the vividly detailed scarecrow cloaked in a wizard’s black robe, a trace of cold light flashed in her eyes.

Impossible.

She distinctly felt the wizard’s presence.

She was certain it was Shan Cheng.

Even if she’s never met him.

But she had a gut feeling.

Perhaps it originated from the power of the witch’s blood within her.

"It’s an escape tactic."

Lu Yuan said, "He was here in this room, but escaped."

Yucheng Building asked, "How do you know?"

Lu Yuan didn’t even need to explain, as Meng Lang gushed irritably: "He’s the head of the Jinyi Guard, you know what they do, right?"

Of course, Yucheng Building understood.

Lu Yuan’s judgment had never missed.

Any clues were visible to his eyes.

Looking at it this way, this man’s strength was terrifying in every aspect.

Lu Yuan said, "However, you did injure him."

He pointed to an almost invisible spot of blood on the wizard’s robe.

Meng Lang’s eyes almost popped out: "No way, a spot smaller than a grain of rice, you could see that?"

His brother-in-law, is he some kind of a watchdog?!

Naturally, he didn’t dare say it out loud.

Since Chen Long, he also learned to keep his mouth shut in front of Lu Yuan.

Meng Qianqian looked at the Si Snake and Chen Long on the backs of Yucheng Building and Meng Lang, both of their breathing indeed slowly becoming smooth.

It seemed Lu Yuan’s deduction was correct, she did injure Shan Cheng.

It’s just a pity she didn’t kill him.

Let him escape!

"Mmm... mmm..."

A low moan sounded from the next room.

Yucheng Building’s eyes trembled, hurriedly carrying Si Snake to the next room, following the moans to a cabinet, and opened the door to see: "Ayan!"

Inside the wardrobe, a fair young girl was tied up, her mouth gagged, cowardly curled in a corner.

Meng Lang approached, looked closely and asked: "Your sister?"

"Yes!"

Yucheng Building put down Si Snake, embraced his sister, and untied her restraints.

"Brother!"

Yu Ruyan clung to him, sobbing.

Yucheng Building held her closely, comforting: "It’s okay now, it’s okay, brother has come to rescue you..."

"Brother..."

Yu Ruyan was frightened, crying without pause.

Once she cried enough, Yucheng Building led her to Meng Qianqian, asking Meng Qianqian to check her pulse for injuries or poison.

"Minor scratches, frightened but not serious."

Meng Qianqian said.

Yu Ruyan wasn’t Ayimulan’s target, so Ayimulan had no reason to torture her.

Hearing Meng Qianqian’s words, Yucheng Building’s heart, suspended all night, finally settled.

He solemnly said: "Yin Hu Guard, I’ve noted this favor and will repay it if I have the chance!"

Meng Qianqian nodded, asking Yu Ruyan: "Do you remember what happened after you were taken?"

Yu Ruyan looked at Yucheng Building, apprehensive.

Yucheng Building gently said: "The Yin Hu Guard is a friend of brother’s, you can trust her, tell her everything you know."

Yu Ruyan then recounted everything that happened.

She was captured by Ayimulan’s men and immediately blindfolded and taken into a horse-drawn carriage.

She didn’t know where she was taken, only knowing that she’d left Loulan.

After wandering for several days, she disembarked at this inn.

"They also captured two men, one carrying a large Sword Box, the other with blue eyes."

"Them?"

Meng Qianqian pointed at the two seated in the Taishi Chair, unable to move, sealed by silver needles—Chen Long and Si Snake.

Yu Ruyan then realized there were two living people sitting in the room.

She jumped in fright and let out a soft cry.

Then she carefully scrutinized the two, nodding weakly, "It’s them."

Meng Qianqian asked further, "Were there any other people brought here before or after them?"

Yu Ruyan shook her head, "At the time, I barely caught the opportunity to escape, thinking solely about getting away quickly, not daring to inquire thoroughly. Alas, in the end, I failed, someone discovered me, and locked me into the cabinet..."

Mentioning this, she remembered something and her brows twitched, "Ah! I remember now, it seems... seems there was someone next door!"

Meng Qianqian frowned, "Who?"

Yu Ruyan recalled, "I... I was locked in the cabinet, my eyes covered, couldn’t see anything... but I heard him speaking behind the wall... saying... forging iron flowers..."

"Forging iron flowers..."

Meng Qianqian’s slender hand clenched.

It’s father!

The news from Yucheng Building was correct, father indeed arrived here.

Only he encountered Shan Cheng, and was captured by him...

Shan Cheng had orchestrated such a grand scheme, enticing them, using witchcraft to control brother and Si Snake; the target was not her and Lu Yuan.

But father.

Shan Cheng intentionally spread news through Yucheng Building, luring brother and Si Snake into a trap, using his control over them to deal with father, thus capturing him.

Unexpectedly, the plan was disrupted, things didn’t develop as he expected.

But why restrain Lu Yuan for half an hour...

It’s not shedding gold like a cicada.

It’s a diversion!

Father is in danger!

"I’m going to rescue him!"

Lu Yuan also guessed this layer, grabbing Meng Qianqian’s hand, "Wait for me here."

Meng Qianqian said solemnly, "No, you need to adjust your breath for half an hour. Right now the hour isn’t complete, you can’t forcefully exercise your power. Meng Lang, watch him!"

Meng Lang pointed at himself, "Me?"

Lu Yuan, "He watches."

"Then kill him."

"Not you two, I, I..."

Meng Lang akimbo, "Is my life not a life?"

Meng Qianqian: "I can’t lose any more important people."

Lu Yuan looked deeply into her eyes, touching the heat and surge beneath her calm, his heart stirred, "Alright."

Meng Qianqian slung the large bow on her back, performed Qinggong, and disappeared into the night.

Yucheng Building was just about to step forward.

Amidst the night, Meng Qianqian’s barely-there voice came, "No one should follow."

Yucheng Building sighed.

The three men, you look at me, I look at you, big eyes staring at little eyes.

Meng Lang: "Adjust your breath, as she instructed."

Lu Yuan coldly snorted and meditated on the spot.

He wasn’t a dawdling person.

Since he agreed, he aimed to recover quickly, to aid her sooner.

Meng Qianqian whistled.

Hunting Eagle flapped its wings to circulate, grabbing Shan Cheng’s clothes, memorizing his scent, enhancing its vision and other senses to the utmost, majestically rushing into the night.

It led the way ahead.

Meng Qianqian tightly followed.

The sandstorm in West City howled head-on, scraping her tender face.

She felt a slight soreness.

She didn’t pause, accelerating even more.

Father.

Father truly came to see her.

She must find father.

She can’t let father fall into the hands of the Loulan people again.

She has so much she wants to tell father.

She...

Her mind was filled with indescribable emotions, even her eyes were moist.

"Caw!"

Hunting Eagle’s feathers stood up, flying over to stop Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian’s footsteps abruptly halted.

She stopped at the edge of a cliff.

Hunting Eagle perched on the cliff, one wing akimbo, cursed terribly!

What’s this?

Courting death?

Leave the jerky before dying!

Meng Qianqian gazed at the endless abyss, panting heavily.

At her feet was a trail of chaotic footprints.

Someone was here.

Someone slipped and fell.

She picked up the rusty wind chime at the cliff’s edge, looking at the bloody handprint.

"He wanted to grab... but didn’t catch..."

"He fell down..."

She knelt on the ground, touching the bloody handprint, holding tightly to the rusty wind chime, tears of pain burst out.

"I’m late..."

"I missed by a step..."

Her thin body quivered in the pitch-black night.

Hunting Eagle drooped its head, walked to her, gently rubbed her hand.

Meng Qianqian couldn’t stop crying.

"Why...why couldn’t I be faster..."

Hunting Eagle: Foolish woman, you’ve already reached your limit...

Meng Qianqian gripped the wind chime, its edges nearly piercing her palm.

Yet the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in her heart.

Scorching tears fell down, burning her hand like molten iron.

At this moment, suddenly a familiar yet trembling male voice came from behind:

"Little Nine..."