Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 914 11

Meng Qianqian choked hard.

Y-Young Hall Master?

This "Young" doesn't refer to age, but to status—

What a shock!

Her master is the daughter of the Hall Master!!!

No wonder she can run wild in the Holy Temple!

She and her master are indeed surprising each other with unexpected skills—

Yun Xiyao glanced at him without any sign of disturbance and ignored her.

Meng Qianqian found that Yun Xiyao was much colder in the Holy Temple compared to the Capital City.

Perhaps in the Capital City, there was no need to maintain the airs of a Young Sect Leader, and there wasn't as much intrigue, so she lived more comfortably and freely.

Shan Cheng said to Meng Qianqian, "Your luck is truly astounding. Have you always been this lucky?"

Meng Qianqian replied, "Why? Mr. Shan, are you jealous? Also, you thought having a dad as the Grand Priest was intimidating enough, thinking you'd show me up, but you miscalculated, didn't you? Disappointed?"

Shan Cheng smiled wryly, "That sharp tongue of yours, no wonder you always infuriate Mo Yi to death."

Mo Yi: "You argue among yourselves, leave me out of it."

Meng Qianqian looked toward Ayimulan.

She removed the mask and put on a veil.

Her features, sculpted by time, were vaguely visible, possessing a mysterious and fierce beauty.

Ayimulan's gaze at Meng Qianqian didn't change much.

As if she didn't care about Meng Qianqian's luck.

Nor did she acknowledge that Meng Qianqian had the strength to win her admiration.

Night fell.

The sky was adorned with twinkling stars.

Under the Spirit Altar, more and more Holy Sect disciples gathered, but only a few had the privilege to approach the altar.

The evening wind blew through, enveloping the area in silence.

Tan'er sat under a big tree, drowsily dozing off from boredom.

Meng Qianqian gazed at the vast night sky, as if waiting for a call that crossed the universe.

Suddenly, a soft laugh came from across.

"Relax, Yin Hu Guard, your master is the Young Master of the Holy Temple; no one can compete with you for the chance to meet the Holy Daughter."

"You want me to let my guard down?"

Shan Cheng didn't respond but pointed around with the Green Flute in his hand: "Despite the calm here, would you believe there's already chaos and bloodshed outside the Holy Temple?"

"What are you trying to say?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

Shan Cheng laughed, "What I'm trying to say is our luck is far better than most."

Meng Qianqian didn't reply.

She was not in the mood to argue with Shan Cheng; she only cared if the Seven Stars in a Row would appear and if the rumored West Night Saintess would descend.

In her past life, she wouldn't have believed it even if beaten to death.

But ever since her rebirth, she could believe anything no matter how bizarre.

Time ticked away.

Soon it was past midnight.

The always silent High Priest unusually showed a hint of expression.

Just as everyone was anxiously waiting, Yun Xiyao suddenly spoke: "It's here!"

Meng Qianqian stared unblinkingly at the vast sky, where seven stars seemed to be illuminated one by one, shining brilliantly in the night.

Is that the Seven Stars in a Row?

Her consciousness suddenly drifted afar, as if a mysterious force had seized her soul.

"Sister, that's..."

Tan'er was also dazed.

She and Meng Qianqian felt the same sensation.

Everyone unanimously held their breath.

Yet in the next second, the unbelievable happened.

A beam of light tore through the dark, boundless sky, falling like a meteor toward Liuli Island, not on the Spirit Altar, but in a completely opposite direction.

With a thunderous boom, the entire island trembled as if an earthquake struck, causing everyone to stumble a few steps, barely maintaining their footing.

Shan Cheng unusually showed a solemn expression: "What happened?"

Ayimulan: "That direction is..."

Yun Xiyao: "Little Cloud Peak."

Meng Qianqian said to Shan Cheng: "You miscalculated."

The Holy Daughter didn't land on the Spirit Altar, but on the opposite Little Cloud Peak.

This gave everyone outside the Holy Temple a chance.

Even those close by had the chance of first-hand advantage.

Shan Cheng's face darkened.

Yun Xiyao said: "Let's go."

Meng Qianqian nodded: "Alright."

If before everyone could barely maintain surface decorum, now, all balance was shattered.

Everyone raced forward.

By the time they reached the foot of Little Cloud Peak, the stumps were nearly trampled flat.

And Little Cloud Peak, being neither a tourist spot nor a source of useful herbs, had long been a neglected wild mountain.

Who would have thought it would one day become a battleground for the world's masters?

Ayimulan and Shan Cheng didn't come along; they must have chosen another route.

Meng Qianqian and Yun Xiyao were lucky, the first wave they encountered were their own people.

Tan'er exclaimed excitedly: "Grand Commander! Brother Chen Long! Brother Si Snake! Yu Zichuan! Peach Eater!"

Meng Lang pointed at himself, disgruntled: "Why is it that I have no name when I arrive?"

Tan'er pouted: "Just don't have a name!"

Meng Qianqian looked around.

Lu Yuan noticed her confusion and said: "The barriers have been cleared, let's take the shortcut."

Meng Qianqian blinked: "How did you know there's a shortcut?"

"Of course, this Commander Guard scouted ahead!"

Meng Qianqian turned around, shocked.

Ji Li, in a mystic robe with hair white as snow, held a folding fan, striking an incredibly dashing pose atop a big tree.

Meng Qianqian: "..."

Meng Qianqian said expressionlessly: "Get down, my neck hurts looking up."

Ji Li gracefully descended.

"When did you arrive?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

Ji Li arrogantly said: "Been here a while! I've been waiting for you all to show up for days, slow as ever!"

Meng Qianqian glanced at his left hand's compass: "Did you already calculate that the West Night Saintess would descend here?"

Ji Li: "Naturally!"

"So impressive now?"

Meng Qianqian seemed skeptical.

Ji Li sternly said: "What do you mean? Are you doubting this Commander Guard's abilities?"

Meng Qianqian: "Mm-hmm."

Ji Li: "..."

Alright, Ji Li indeed didn't calculate that the West Night Saintess would descend here, just that Little Cloud Peak was connected to good fortune with major events happening, and he couldn't reach Meng Qianqian and her group, so he just waited here.

He thought he'd be waiting for days, but unexpectedly ran into Lu Yuan, Chen Long, and others instead.

Truly, if anyone was prescient, it was Lu Yuan.

How did he know to wait at Little Cloud Peak to catch the opportunity?

Who really is the charlatan here?

Thinking this, he voiced it aloud.

Lu Yuan mysteriously raised an eyebrow: "You guess."

Ji Li: "..."

He swore he'd never deal with these two again!!!

From afar came the sounds of fierce fighting, the scene intense.

The opportunity previously monopolized by the Holy Temple, due to this incident, was blatantly exposed to everyone.

The repressed desires within seemed suddenly ignited to the extreme, driving everyone mad, losing all reason.

These people may not truly have many unachievable desires, they just saw the West Night Saintess as a coveted prize, desperately wanting to claim it as their own.