After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

Meng Qianqian choked hard.

Young...Young Palace Master?

This "young" doesn't refer to age, but rather to status.

Yaoshou!
Her master is the palace master's daughter!!!
No wonder she could act so arrogantly in the temple!

She and her master were truly a pair of freaks, each one more surprising than the other.

Yun Xiyao glanced at him calmly and ignored her.

Meng Qianqian discovered that Yun Xiyao was much more aloof in the Holy Temple than she was in the capital.

Perhaps in the capital, one doesn't need to maintain the airs of a young master, nor does one have to engage in so much intrigue; instead, one can live a more comfortable and carefree life.

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

Meng Qianqian said, "What? Is Lord Shan jealous? Well, you thought having a father who is a high priest was powerful enough, and you thought he could give me a hard time. You miscalculated. You must be very disappointed?"

Dan Cheng smiled helplessly: "With your sharp tongue, no wonder you always drive Mo Yi half to death."

Mo Yi: "You guys keep arguing, don't drag me into it."

Meng Qianqian looked at Ayimulan.

She removed her mask and put on a veil.

Her face, sculpted by time, is faintly visible, possessing a mysterious and aloof beauty.

Aymulan's gaze towards Meng Qianqian didn't change much.

It was as if she didn't care about Meng Qianqian's luck.

She also refused to acknowledge that Meng Qianqian possessed the ability to truly impress her.

Night falls.

The stars twinkled in the sky.

More and more disciples of the Holy Cult gathered below the altar, but very few were truly qualified to approach it.

A gentle evening breeze blew by, and all was quiet.

Tan'er sat under the big tree and began to doze off, feeling utterly bored.

Meng Qianqian gazed up at the vast, boundless night sky, as if awaiting a call to transcend the universe.

Suddenly, Shan Cheng's soft laughter came from the other side.

"Relax, Tiger Guard. Your master is the young master of the Holy Temple. No one can beat you to the chance to meet the Holy Maiden."

"Trying to lower my guard, huh?"

Shan Cheng didn't reply, but instead pointed around with his jade flute: "Don't be fooled by the tranquility here. Believe me, there's already a bloodbath outside the temple."

"What do you want to say?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

Shan Cheng laughed and said, "What I want to say is that we are much luckier than most people."

Meng Qianqian did not answer.

She had no interest in arguing with Shan Cheng at this moment; she was only concerned with whether the celestial phenomenon of the seven stars aligning would actually occur, and whether the legendary Holy Maiden of the Western Night would descend.

In her previous life, she would never have believed this story.

But ever since she was reborn, she has been able to believe even the most bizarre things.

Time passed little by little.

It was soon past midnight.

The high priest, who had been silent all along, also showed a rare slight expression.

Just as everyone was getting anxious, Yun Xiyao suddenly spoke up: "They're here!"

Meng Qianqian stared intently at the vast, boundless sky, where the seven stars seemed to be lit one by one, emitting a dazzling light in the night sky.

Is that the alignment of the seven stars?

Her consciousness suddenly drifted away, as if some inexplicable force had snatched her soul.

"Sister, that's..."

Tan'er was also stunned.

She felt the same way as Meng Qianqian.

Everyone held their breath in unison.

However, in the next second, something incredible happened.

A beam of light tore through the dark, boundless sky, falling towards the Crystal Island like a meteor, but instead of landing on the altar, it flew in the exact opposite direction.

With a deafening roar, the entire island shook violently, and everyone staggered several steps, nearly losing their balance.

Shan Cheng rarely showed a serious expression: "What's going on?"

Aymulan: "That direction is..." Yun Xiyao: "Xiaoyun Peak."

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

The saintess did not land on the altar, but instead landed on the opposite Little Cloud Peak.

This gave an opportunity to all those who had been isolated outside the temple.

It could even be an opportunity to benefit from being in a favorable position.

Shan Cheng's face darkened.

Yun Xiyao said, "Let's go."

Meng Qianqian nodded: "Okay."

If people could barely maintain a semblance of decorum before, now all balance has been broken.

Everyone rushed off.

When we arrived at the foot of Xiaoyun Peak, the tree stumps had been trampled flat.

Xiaoyunfeng is neither a tourist destination nor a place with useful medicinal plants, so it has always been a wild mountain that people dislike.

Who could have imagined that one day it would become a battleground for the world's top martial arts masters?
Aymulan and Shan Cheng did not come; they must have chosen another route.

Meng Qianqian and Yun Xiyao were lucky; their first group encountered their own people.

Tan'er exclaimed excitedly, "Grand Commander! Brother Chenlong! Brother Sishe! Yu Zichuan! Eat peaches!"

Meng Lang pointed to himself and said indignantly, "Why don't I have a name when it's my turn?"

Tan'er pouted: "It just doesn't have a name!"

Meng Qianqian looked around.

Lu Yuan noticed her confusion and said, "The obstacles have already been cleared. Let's take a shortcut."

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

"Naturally, it was this commander's bodyguard who came ahead to scout the way!"

Meng Qianqian turned around in surprise.

Ji Li, dressed in black with snow-white hair, struck an incredibly cool pose atop a large tree, holding a folding fan.

Meng Qianqian: “…”

Meng Qianqian said expressionlessly, "Get down, it hurts your neck to look up."

Ji Li gracefully descended.

"When did you come?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

Ji Li said smugly, "We've been here for a while! We've been waiting for you guys for days before you finally showed up. You're so slow!"

Meng Qianqian glanced at the compass in his left hand: "You predicted that the Holy Maiden of the Western Night would descend here?"

Ji Li: "Of course!"

"So powerful?"

Meng Qianqian was skeptical.

Ji Li said sternly, "What do you mean? You doubt my abilities?"

Meng Qianqian: "Mmm."

Ji Li: "..."

Well, Ji Li did not foresee that the Holy Maiden of the Western Night would descend here. He only foresaw that Xiaoyun Peak was connected to a great fortune and that something big was going to happen. Since he was unable to contact Meng Qianqian and her group, he simply came to Xiaoyun Peak to wait.

They thought they would have to wait several days, but unexpectedly they ran into Lu Yuan, Chen Long and the others.

If we're talking about brilliant strategists, Lu Yuan is the real master.

How did he know to come to Xiaoyunfeng to wait for the rabbit to run into the tree stump?

Who is the real charlatan?

I thought it to myself, and then I asked it out loud.

Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow mysteriously: "Guess."

Ji Li: "..."

He swore he would never speak to that couple again!

The sounds of fighting and strife could be heard not far away; the scene was extremely tragic.

The opportunity that was previously held by the Temple was now laid bare before everyone because of this change.

The suppressed desires in their hearts seemed to be suddenly aroused to the extreme, and everyone went crazy, starting to lose their rationality.

This group may not actually have many unfulfilled ambitions; they simply see the Holy Maiden of the Western Night as a piece of meat they desperately want to possess. (End of Chapter)