After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

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

Shang Jue did not respond.

After all, he had no recollection of Yun Xiyao.

He lowered his head, stroking his youngest daughter's temples, enjoying this hard-won moment of family bliss.

Tan'er happily rubbed her little head against his palm, like a playful kitten.

Yun Xiyao felt something was off: "No, I have indeed seen you before. When I was young, you...you...you were the notorious herb thief from the back mountain!"

The group looked at Shang Jue with puzzlement.

A herb-gathering thief?

General Shang, a man of great stature, actually had this dark history?
However, even a fool could guess that Shang Jue wasn't picking medicine, but rather the holy flower of the saintess.

Endless suspicion flashed in Yun Xiyao's eyes.

The memory of capturing the herb-gathering thief was still vivid in her mind. The temple was thrown into chaos, and her father was extremely troubled, but he had no other choice.

Later, for some reason, the herb-gathering thief finally stopped.

But shortly after that, the saintess disappeared without a trace...

Now, the notorious herb-gathering thief has reappeared before him, and this time he's the father of Xiao Jiu and Tan'er—

This...this is absolutely outrageous!
"What exactly happened?"

She murmured quietly.

Meng Qianqian also wanted to know the answer.

She looked at Shang Jue: "Father, what happened back then? How did you and Mother escape this calamity? And how did Mother become the Holy Maiden of the Western Night on Liuli Island?"

Recalling the past, Shang Jue sighed deeply: "It's a long story. In that critical moment, your mother suddenly took me and left."

Meng Qianqian asked, puzzled, "Does leaving mean—"

Shang Jue shook his head: "I can't explain it in detail. I was almost unconscious at the time, and your mother suddenly carried me out, but in that situation, she shouldn't have been able to walk out."

Back then, both the Loulan assassins and the experts from the Thousand Machine Pavilion were present, and their numbers were overwhelming. It was indeed difficult for Mother to break through on her own.

Therefore, just as the High Priest and the Medicine King said, Mother has a secret.

"Your mother does indeed have a secret."

Seemingly sensing her daughter's thoughts, Shang Jue didn't hide anything, "However, that secret isn't something you can use anytime, anywhere. Even your mother isn't sure."

"Even my mother can't be sure..."

Meng Qianqian remembered what Tan'er had told her, "No wonder Mother often told Tan'er that she might go back one day."

This sentence only has a literal meaning.

But in this case, did Mother go back, or did she die to prolong her life?
Shang Jue continued, "After I was rescued by your mother, I was separated from her and fell into the hands of the Loulan people. Later, I left Loulan and wandered around until I heard about the miracles of the Holy Maiden of the Western Night. At that time, I was not sure if that person was your mother, but I always had a voice in my heart telling me to go and see."

"So that's how the herb-gathering thief came to be."

Yun Xiyao suddenly realized.

"And then what happened? How did Father and Mother separate?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

"later--"

Just as Shang Jue was about to continue, the ground suddenly shook, followed by a tremendous tremor that shook the entire secret room.

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

Yun Xiyao, Si She, and Ji Li all reached out their hands to the two sisters at the same time.

It was at this moment that Shang Jue finally believed that Yun Xiyao was indeed different from the others in the Holy Temple.

About three breaths later, the commotion subsided.

Yun Xiyao's expression remained solemn.

She glanced at the high priest, who was clearly dead, and frowned, saying, "I just found out that my father might have been imprisoned by this old man. He's cunning and treacherous; who knows how many tricks he's played in the forbidden area? We should get out of here as soon as possible. If we delay, things might change. We can discuss anything once we're safe!"

Shang Jue agreed.

Thinking of something, Meng Qianqian asked, "By the way, Master, did you see Lu Yuan and Chen Long on your way here?"

Yun Xiyao shook her head: "No, but I did hear your brother's voice."

"Meng Lang".

Meng Qianqian was not surprised.

First, Meng Lang was nearby; second, Meng Lang's voice was so loud that even someone on the next mountain could probably hear him clearly.

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

"it is good."

Shang Jue agreed, glancing at her stomach. Meng Qianqian: "I'm fine."

Shang Jue: "If anything happens, I'll raze the entire temple to the ground!"

Yun Xiyao gasped. How did this bring up the Holy Temple again?

Shang Jue said to Yun Xiyao, "You know what your Holy Temple did to A Yuan back then. I can forgive you for what you did, but that doesn't mean I can forgive everyone."

Yun Xiyao hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

This is not the time to argue about right and wrong.

Shang Jue carried Tan'er on his back.

With Ji Li and Si She leading the way, and Yun Xiyao bringing up the rear, the group quickly left the stone chamber.

After taking only two steps, Meng Qianqian suddenly turned around, looked at Ayimulan's disheveled face, and resolutely struck out with her palm, plugging the hole that Shang Jue had blasted out.

"She's no longer of any use to me. It all depends on whether she has the same ability as my mother back then to escape death."

Shang Jue was satisfied.

This is her daughter.

We will never show mercy to the enemy.

He didn't care whether the man named Aymuran starved to death or died of exhaustion.

The daughter avenged him herself, and that was enough.

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

Shang Jue walked to the front.

A curved sword came slashing at him from the front.

He easily pinched the blade with two fingers together.

"You little brat, you've disguised yourself?"

"That scoundrel has disguised himself! He's my father!"

Tan'er, who was perched on Shang Jue's back, gave Meng Lang a sharp rap on the head without any mercy.

Meng Lang winced in pain, rubbing his forehead with his other hand: "You little brat, could you have been a little gentler? You've hurt my head!"

Tan'er made a face: "Oops."

Shang Jue let go.

Meng Lang retrieved his scimitar.

This knife wasn't actually his; he found it on the way and it's quite handy to use.

He looked at Shang Jue with a blank expression and asked Tan'er, "You said he's your father? When did you have a father?"

Tan'er snorted, "How did I get along with you, Father? Did I spring out of a rock?"

Meng Lang certainly didn't mean that.

He couldn't win an argument with Tan'er.

The main problem was that Tan'er's father was too murderous, and if she were to argue with his daughter again, she feared for her life.

"senior."

He bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

Yu Zichuan walked over, clutching the large bow that Shan Cheng had damaged.

"Only you guys are here. Where is Shan Cheng?"

Meng Qianqian asked.

Yu Zichuan said, "They escaped."

Meng Lang sighed, "That kid is just like his father, cunning as a fox! We had already broken his witchcraft, and we were just a hair's breadth away from killing him!"

"Your skills are lacking!"

Shang Jue said coldly.

Meng Lang: ...I can't beat him, so I don't dare to confront him.

Go find your brother.

Shang Jue said to Meng Qianqian.

Tan'er quickly replied, "He's also my brother!"

Shang Jue smiled indulgently: "Yes, he's also Tan'er's brother."

Meng Lang was dumbfounded: Did he really have to change his expression so quickly? (End of Chapter)