Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

Tang San's face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, and his entire body trembled violently. He looked around abruptly, a wave of despair washing over him.

Master Wuse and the Howling Moon Wolf Lord colluded, Meng Anran and her sister colluded with the Heavenly Wolf Clan, and this successor of Baiyujing stood on Meng Anran's side. So, among everyone present, he was the only outsider.

A quasi-emperor at the ninth level and a quasi-emperor at the eighth level actually joined forces to set up such a large formation just to deal with him, a quasi-emperor at the seventh level.

Holy crap!

Isn't this making a mountain out of a molehill?

Tang San was on the verge of tears; he was filled with deep regret.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, she can't be as lucky as your own life!

If I had known, I would have stayed home and secretly played around with the Holy Lord's daughter-in-law with the Third Elder!

At this time.

Meng Anran suddenly took a step forward, and her aura instantly became icy cold, with a dense killing intent spreading out as if it were a tangible substance.

She stared intently at Master Wuse, her beautiful eyes filled with a bone-deep hatred, and asked, word by word:

"Back then, was it you who colluded with the Sirius clan to wipe out my entire Jiang family?"

Huh?

Tang San suddenly turned his head.

It seems the truth is not quite what he imagined?

Master Wuse's smile remained unchanged, his tone light and casual, as if he were talking about something trivial: "I don't particularly like the word 'annihilate.' It should be said that we should send the entire Jiang family to the Western Paradise, free from the troubles of the mortal world."

He paused, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Furthermore, a wise person knows when to yield. Your Jiang family unexpectedly obtained a treasure from an ancient secret realm, yet you lack the strength to protect it. Don't you know the meaning of 'possessing a treasure invites trouble'?"

Meng Anran's killing intent was almost tangible, and her voice was as cold as if it came from the deepest hell:

"So, back then, besides the Sirius clan, all those masked humans were from your Great Thunderclap Temple?"

Master Wuse did not answer directly, but instead put his hands together, murmured a Buddhist chant, and the mockery in his eyes became even more obvious:

Amitabha Buddha~~

"You're really wronging me!"

"Even if the Jiang family has declined, it is still an imperial clan, possessing the legacy and methods left by the Great Emperor. Even the current Great Emperor would not dare to annihilate an imperial lineage at will. I am merely a Quasi-Emperor at the eighth level; what virtue or ability do I possess to break through the Jiang family's protective mountain formation?"

"You still don't understand after all this?"

Meng Anran's delicate body trembled violently, as if struck by lightning, and she staggered back three steps.

She pressed her hands tightly to her chest, a metallic taste rising in her throat, which she forced down. The bone-deep hatred in her beautiful eyes was instantly replaced by a deeper despair.

Yes.

As an imperial clan with an ancient lineage, the Jiang family's protective mountain formation was personally set up by an ancient emperor. If it weren't for someone tampering with it from within, how could it be so easily defeated?

In her mind, one kind and gentle face after another flashed through her mind: the eldest elder who always gave her sweet cakes when she was a child, the second uncle who taught her the cultivation techniques of the imperial clan...

These clansmen, whom she once regarded as her closest relatives, are now shrouded in a shadow of suspicion.

who is it?

Who betrayed the entire Jiang family?

For the sake of so-called treasure, they were willing to let wolves into the house, causing the entire clan to bleed.

Master Wuse gazed at the sisters' devastated state, a cruel, wicked smile curling at the corner of his lips. His mask of compassion shattered completely, revealing the hideous fangs beneath.

"Amitabha Buddha, everyone gained something back then, but the thing I wanted disappeared without a trace. Fortunately, Heaven was kind to me and allowed me to find the whereabouts of the Yin-Yang Harmony Scripture."

He pointed at Xu Pingsheng, his gaze then fixed on Meng Anran, his eyes greedy and lewd, like a viper eyeing its prey.

"Benefactor Meng, if I'm not mistaken, you've already been practicing the Yin-Yang Harmony Scripture with this old geezer, haven't you?"

"Heh, the Jiang family's imperial daughter is so desperate that she would choose to have sex with a piece of trash at the first level of Quasi-Emperor. She has truly disgraced the imperial family."

"..." Xu Pingsheng's lips twitched slightly, and he suddenly became furious.

You damn old bald monk!

What does "old geezer" mean?

What does it mean to be so hungry that you'll eat anything?

I'm pretty handsome, okay...

With such a foul mouth, you'll soon find out why the flowers are so red!

"Well, that's fine too," Master Wuse changed the subject, clasped his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist prayer, but his tone was filthy. "Now that you've entered the path, why not discard this piece of trash and discuss the supreme realm of Joyful Zen with me? My cultivation at the eighth level of Quasi-Emperor will surely allow you to experience a taste you've never known before."

"Shameless!" Meng Anran shouted angrily, her face frosty.

She never imagined that a high-ranking monk who claimed to be "compassionate" could utter such shameless words in public, which completely refreshed her understanding of "shamelessness".

By that logic, Xu Pingsheng is practically a saint compared to the other party!

Suddenly.

Master Wuse frowned, turned to look at the Howling Moon Wolf Lord, and his tone became serious:

"Time is of the essence. I will trouble you, Lord Wolf, to take action and try to leave traces of the Heavenly Wolf Clan's techniques to prevent the human race's higher-ups from noticing any clues."

"Keeping only Meng Anran and the other two women is sufficient; I am not one to waste food!"

"Alright!" The Howling Moon Wolf Lord grinned.

The imperial might of the ninth level of Quasi-Emperor within his body erupted without reservation, the surrounding space violently distorted, and black demonic power surged like a tide, converging into a wolf paw that blotted out the sky.

"Not good!" The cultivators present changed their expressions drastically and fled frantically into the distance.

There is a sealing formation in place, and no one can escape.

Meng Anran's expression also changed drastically, and she suddenly took out an ancient bronze mirror from her storage ring.

The bronze mirror was entirely black, covered with obscure and difficult-to-understand imperial patterns, and exuded a faint ancient aura. It was the very treasure that her parents had used to teleport the three of them away, ignoring all restrictions.

It's time to send Xu Pingsheng and the others off!

Without hesitation, she spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which landed on the bronze mirror and was instantly absorbed by the imperial runes.

The bronze mirror shone brightly, and three dazzling golden rays shot out from it, like three golden chains, instantly binding Meng Yuxuan, Xu Pingsheng, and little Meng'er, who was being protected in Meng Luoli's arms.

"Xu Pingsheng!"

Meng Anran's voice carried a hint of determination, as well as an undisguised tenderness.

"Take Yuxuan and Xiaomeng'er and go! Find a place where no one can find you, and live a good life!"

"Yuxuan, I'm sorry for stealing your man. This time... I'm giving him back to you!"

Her gaze was fixed on Xu Pingsheng, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears, her voice choked yet incredibly clear: "Actually... I've liked you for a long time..."

"I really want to... I really want to have a child for you, and grow old with you..."

Little Meng'er, trapped in the golden light, seemed to sense the impending separation and burst into tears.

That innocent cry was like a blunt knife, cutting deeply into Meng Luoli's heart.

Looking at Xiaomeng'er's heartbroken expression, she couldn't hold back any longer and revealed the truth:

"Little Meng'er, don't cry. Your mother is gone, but you still have... your father..."

Meng Anran was taken aback.

What's going on?

Didn't my second sister say that the thief who defiled her was long dead?

After comforting Xiao Meng'er, Meng Luoli looked at Xu Pingsheng, whose face was full of confusion, and spoke slowly and deliberately, each word dripping with emotion:

"Xu Pingsheng, you must take good care of Xiaomeng'er!"

"remember……"

"You are Xiaomeng'er's biological father!"