Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 925 19

Yun Xiyao stared intently at Shang Jue: "Have I seen you somewhere before?"

Shang Jue did not respond.

After all, he had no impression of Yun Xiyao.

He lowered his head, stroking the hair of his young daughter, reveling in the rare familial bliss.

Tan'er joyfully nuzzled her little head against his palm, like a playful kitten.

Yun Xiyao felt more and more that something was off: "No, I definitely have seen you, when I was young, you... you... you were the herbal thief from the mountain!"

Several people looked at Shang Jue in confusion.

The herbal thief?

The dignified General Shang, could he really have such a dark past?

However, anyone with half a brain could guess that what Shang Jue was picking was not herbs, but rather the pure flower of the Holy Daughter.

A boundless suspicion flashed through Yun Xiyao's eyes.

The events of capturing the herbal thief were still vivid; the Holy Temple was in chaos, her father was most troubled, but to no avail.

Somehow, later the herbal thief finally quieted down.

But not long after that, the Holy Daughter disappeared...

And now, the herbal thief reappeared before her, and had become the father of Little Nine and Tan'er—

This... this is simply outrageous!

"What on earth is happening?"

She murmured softly.

Meng Qianqian also wanted to know the answer.

She looked at Shang Jue: "Father, what happened back then? How did you and Mother escape the disaster? And how did Mother become the West Night Saintess of Liuli Island?"

Shang Jue recalled the past and sighed deeply: "It's a long story. In the critical moment back then, your mother suddenly took me away."

Meng Qianqian was puzzled: "Leaving means—"

Shang Jue shook his head: "I can't say for certain. I was nearly unconscious back then, and your mother suddenly carried me out, but given the circumstances, it should have been impossible to leave."

Back then, Loulan's assassins and Thousand Mechanism Pavilion experts were everywhere, outnumbering them; it was indeed hard for Mother alone to break through the encirclement.

So, indeed as the Grand Priest and Medicine King said, Mother has secrets.

"Your mother indeed has secrets."

Perceiving his daughter's thoughts, Shang Jue did not hide it, "However, that secret cannot be used at will. Even your mother herself was unsure."

"Even Mother was unsure..."

Meng Qianqian thought of what Tan'er had told her, "No wonder Mother often tells Tan'er that we never know when she might return."

This sentence turned out to be literal.

But then, did Mother go back, or did she pass away to prolong her life?

Shang Jue continued: "After your mother rescued me, we got separated, and I ended up in the hands of the Loulan people. Later, as I left Loulan, I stumbled upon the miracles of the West Night Saintess. At that time, I wasn't sure if she was your mother, but there was always a voice inside me telling me to go see."

"So that's how the herbal thief came to be."

Yun Xiyao was suddenly enlightened.

"What happened next? How did you part with Mother?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

"Later—"

Just as Shang Jue was about to continue, the ground suddenly shook and then quaked violently, causing the entire secret chamber to tremble.

Shang Jue held Tan'er with one arm and grabbed Meng Qianqian with the other.

At the same time, Yun Xiyao, Si Snake, and Ji Li all stretched out their hands to the sisters.

It was at that moment that Shang Jue was finally convinced that Yun Xiyao was indeed different from the other people in the Holy Temple.

Roughly three breaths later, the disturbance subsided.

Yun Xiyao's expression remained serious.

She glanced at the Grand Priest who was dead beyond dead, frowned deeply, and said, "I just realized that my father might have been imprisoned by this old thing. He's cunning and deceitful. We don't know what he's done in the forbidden area. We should leave quickly. It's better to discuss everything after we are safe!"

Shang Jue agreed.

Thinking of something, Meng Qianqian asked: "By the way, Master, have you seen Lu Yuan and Chen Long on your way?"

Yun Xiyao shook her head: "I haven't, but I did hear your brother's voice."

"Meng Lang."

Meng Qianqian was not surprised.

First, Meng Lang was nearby; second, with Meng Lang's voice, one could probably hear him clearly even from the next mountain.

"Father, let's go rescue Meng Lang and Yu Zichuan first!"

"Alright."

Shang Jue agreed, glancing at her belly.

Meng Qianqian: "I'm fine."

Shang Jue: "If anything happens, I'll flatten the entire Holy Temple!"

Yun Xiyao gasped, wondering why it was tied to the Holy Temple again?

Shang Jue told Yun Xiyao: "You know what your Holy Temple did to Ah Yuan back then. I may overlook it for you, but that doesn't mean I can forgive everyone."

Yun Xiyao hesitated to speak further.

Now was not the time to argue about right and wrong.

Shang Jue carried Tan'er.

With Ji Li and Si Snake leading the way and Yun Xiyao covering the rear, the group quickly left the stone chamber.

After just a few steps, Meng Qianqian suddenly turned back, decisively striking out a palm to block the hole blasted open by Shang Jue, facing Ayimulan's disheveled face.

"She has no more use value, let's see if she can escape death like my mother did back then."

Shang Jue was satisfied.

This was his daughter.

Never showing mercy to the enemy.

As for what happened to Ayimulan, whether starved or trapped to death, he didn't care.

His daughter had avenged her own grudge, and that was enough.

The group followed the sounds to the place where Meng Lang, Yu Zichuan, and Shan Cheng were fighting.

Shang Jue moved to the forefront.

A Scimitar came slashing towards him.

He pinched the blade effortlessly with two fingers.

"Kid, did you disguise yourself?"

"Disguised, your head! He's my dad!"

Tan'er, lying on Shang Jue's back, knocked Meng Lang on the head without mercy.

Meng Lang winced from the pain, rubbing his forehead with his other hand: "You girl, can't you be a little gentler? You'll ruin my head!"

Tan'er made a face: "Hmph."

Shang Jue released his grip.

Meng Lang retrieved his Scimitar.

The blade wasn't originally his; he had picked it up along the way, and it served him well.

He looked at Shang Jue in bewilderment, asking Tan'er: "You say he's your dad? Since when did you have a dad?"

Tan'er retorted: "How come I don't have a dad? Was I born from a rock?"

Meng Lang didn't mean that.

He couldn't win against Tan'er in a squabble.

Mainly because Tan'er's dad emitted such strong killing aura, that saying another word with his daughter might risk his life.

"Senior."

He cupped his hand in a salute.

Yu Zichuan came over, clutching the large bow that was damaged by Shan Cheng.

"Is it just you two? Where is Shan Cheng?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

Yu Zichuan said: "He escaped."

Meng Lang lamented: "That kid, just like his father, cunning as a fox! I had already broken through his witchcraft, just a bit more and I could have killed him!"

"Not skillful enough!"

Shang Jue said coldly.

Meng Lang: ...This opponent is too strong to oppose.

"Go find your brother."

Shang Jue told Meng Qianqian.

Tan'er quickly added: "He's also my brother!"

Shang Jue smiled dotingly: "Yes, he's Tan'er's brother too."

Meng Lang was dumbfounded: Does he have to change his expression so quickly?