After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

The news was so shocking that everyone froze on the spot, forgetting even to breathe.

Meng Qianqian looked up at him, speechless, at that familiar face that had appeared in her dreams a thousand times.

The naivety of youth has faded, replaced by the wisdom and maturity of time.

The wrinkles around his eyes, sculpted by the blade, gave him a more profound look.

Meng Qianqian choked up.

Countless memories flooded my mind, countless grievances welled up in my heart, and endless longing turned into tears in the corners of my eyes.

"Daddy..."

"exist."

When the voice of "Father" that she had called out countless times in her memory was finally heard, Meng Qianqian cried like a child.

Shang Jue gently stroked the back of her head and pulled her into a warm, broad embrace.

"I'm sorry, Father is late."

"It's because Xiao Jiu is late... Xiao Jiu should have discovered Father's whereabouts sooner..."

How could she blame her father?
The thought of her father hiding her in a water vat, using his own flesh and blood to build an impenetrable wall for her and save her life, caused her excruciating heartache!

Shang Jue gently wiped away her tears: "Little Jiu, be good, don't cry anymore. Daddy will deal with this troublesome guy first."

He was referring to the high priest.

Meng Qianqian nodded, her voice choked with emotion: "Father, be careful, he's very cunning."

The High Priest was Shan Cheng's father, and Shan Cheng was Tuohetai's apprentice. It's hard to say whether the High Priest secretly learned any of Tuohetai's skills through Shan Cheng.

Even without that, the mere presence of a master who can control the temple is enough to cause trouble.

"Also, Tan'er is inside."

Meng Qianqian pointed to the closed stone door, "She is my sister."

"Sister? You have a sister?"

Shang Jue was puzzled.

"It's a long story, Father, you must deal with him quickly, my sister is in great danger inside."

"it is good."

Shang Jue agreed and immediately rushed towards the high priest.

In a battle between masters, there are no fancy moves. Especially for Shang Jue, the goal is to defeat the enemy in one move.

It is important to understand that on the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly, and every move must be made with all one's might, giving the enemy no chance to breathe.

Shang Jue's fist slammed into the high priest's chest, denting his ribs. The priest was sent flying like a sandbag, crashing heavily into the stone wall behind him.

The high priest fell to the ground, looked up, and stared at the man before him in disbelief.

All his resistance seemed utterly futile in the face of the other side.

The opponent's punches were too fast and too fierce, as if they had frozen him in place, making him half a move slower no matter what.

This feeling is so strange.

But the high priest was no pushover either.

When Shang Jue threw his second punch, he dodged it with surprising skill.

Shang Jue clenched his wrist, his expression unchanged.

Immediately, to everyone's astonishment, he flashed behind the High Priest with incredible speed.

By the time the high priest realized the danger was approaching, it was too late.

Shang Jue's fist was already aimed at his back.

He lunged forward with great force.

Ji Li couldn't help but exclaim, "Looking at it this way, I can do it too!"

Snake: "Why don't you give it a try?"

"Let's give it a try! Come on, monster, this General Guard is here—uh—"

Before Ji Li could finish speaking, she was slapped away by the High Priest, her tongue lolling out, her eyes rolling back, and she crashed to the ground at the feet of Si She and Meng Qianqian.

The two of them simply couldn't bear to look.

As a result, they became increasingly aware of Shang Jue's strength.

He fought so easily because he was skilled, not because the High Priest's martial arts were inferior.

"Your father..."

The Snake rarely sincerely worships someone, but at this moment, he is truly impressed by Shang Jue.

All of the high priest's methods seemed to lose their effectiveness in front of Shang Jue.

His lightness skill was not as fast as Shang Jue's, his internal strength was not as deep, and even the witchcraft he frequently used could always be easily interrupted by Shang Jue.

"Have you finished?"

Meng Qianqian said.

Snake: "I deserve to be number one in the world." "Not at all."

Meng Qianqian said.

The snake looked at her strangely.

Meng Qianqian raised her chin: "My mother is the best in the world."

If her mother beats someone up, let her father try to fight back.
Snake: "Children with fathers are truly different."

The child's true nature has emerged.

Shang Jue fought the high priest for about ten rounds, and ten large craters were smashed into the ground and walls.

The high priest coughed up blood and looked utterly disheveled.

"No way, if your father is so powerful, how could he have been trapped by Aymulan for so many years?"

Ji Li voiced her doubts.

Meng Qianqian frowned and looked at Ayimulan, who was watching from the sidelines.

She remembered that Aymulan had said that her father had died long ago.

It was all just a lie she made up.

In other words, Aymuran never imprisoned her father.

Aymuran didn't intend to explain, turning her face away to process her inner shock alone.

Meng Qianqian said, "It seems you know nothing about my father's whereabouts either."

So where has her father been all these years?
She had too many questions in her mind, but unfortunately, now was not the time to speak. She needed to deal with the High Priest and rescue Tan'er as soon as possible.

"Shan Yang, is it? I haven't even settled the score with you for imprisoning A Yuan back then, and now you're bullying my child. In that case, you might as well go to hell!"

Shang Jue grabbed the high priest by the throat, lifted him high, and slammed him into the stone wall ten steps away, denting his entire body.

The high priest's eyes widened in utter shock, blood gushing from his mouth: "You...you don't think...killing me...will make everything alright...Today...none of you...will leave this world alive..."

"Fuck your motherfucker!"

Shang Jue snapped his neck in one swift motion.

He walked up to Meng Qianqian: "You just said, where is your sister?"

Meng Qianqian pointed to the tightly closed stone door.

Shang Jue punched a large hole in the stone gate.

He pushed aside the bricks and resolutely entered the secret room.

At this moment, Tan'er had already fainted in a pool of blood, while Chu Nan was holding his head, looking both pained and repressed.

Shang Jue was about to make a move.

Meng Qianqian called out to him, "Father, Chu Nan is being controlled by someone."

Shang Jue: "Is he Chu Nan?"

Meng Qianqian hummed in agreement.

"understood."

Shang Jue flashed and closed in on Chu Nan.

Chu Nan felt a great threat and slashed at Shang Jue with his spear.

As expected, his red-tasseled spear missed its mark.

No one saw Shang Jue's movements clearly.

Even Chu Nan, the man who was treated with medicine, was stunned.

Behind you!
He launched a surprise attack!

call out!
They missed their target again.

“Here you are, kid.”

Chu Nan heard his voice and went to the east.

But Shang Jue had already appeared to his west.

Shang Jue grabbed his shoulder blade, pressed his major acupoints, and sealed his Lingtai and Baihui acupoints.

After a series of acupressure techniques, Chu Nan's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

Shang Jue asked, "Xiao Jiu, do you still have any silver needles?"

Meng Qianqian pulled a silver needle from the wall and disinfected it with strong liquor: "Yes."

Shang Jue: "Stab his mind."

"Yes, daddy."

Meng Qianqian did as she was told.

Shang Jue stood up and clapped his hands: "Alright, he won't wake up for at least three days."

Then he looked at Tan'er beside him, "You just said she's your sister?" (End of Chapter)