872 Heaven-Defying Brother Jiu, The King Returns! (1)
Sikong Changfeng’s situation had been completely controlled. The demonic aura in his body had been cleared, and even the internal injuries caused by the Asura King of the Sang family’s evil internal energy had been repaired. Everyone felt that it was unbelievable, and only Master Sikong understood what was going on.
Everything was thanks to the Longevity Technique passed down from their ancestors. The Sikong family’s ancestors were from the Sorcerer Clan and had a portion of the Sorcerer Clan’s inheritance in their hands. The Longevity Technique was a set of orthodox Sorcerer Clan’s mental cultivation techniques. It could greatly restrain all evil energy and demonic energy. Of course, it also had to be that the other party’s Longevity Technique’s realm was high enough. Otherwise, they would not be able to save the dying Sikong Changfeng.
“Master, who is that young master? He looks the same as the Second Young Master and his aura is the same as the Ancestor…” A guard from the Sikong family could not help but wonder.
Master Sikong shook his head. “I’m not sure of his background either. I only know that he’s the son-in-law of our Sikong family.”
“Huh? Son-in-law?” The guard was shocked. “Does our Sikong family have such a young son-in-law?”
It was no wonder that the guard was so surprised. It was really because Master Sikong did not have any sisters, and he only had two sons, Sikong Changfeng and Sikong Yun. There were daughters from concubines from the collateral family, but they were already in their thirties or forties. Whose son-in-law was a young genius in his early twenties?
Master Sikong did not continue. They were the descendants of the Ancestor, so it was up to the Ancestor to decide if they should announce their identities or not.
Master Sikong instructed, “We’ll make a decision after the ancestor comes out of seclusion. Don’t discuss it rashly first.”
The guard bowed. “Yes, I understand!”
On the other hand, after Yan Jiuchao saved Sikong Changfeng, he returned to his room alone in embarrassment. He controlled his emotions and expressions and calmly went to Shadow Thirteen’s room.
Shadow Six had already woken up and returned to his room. He was guarding Shadow Thirteen’s bed and washing his face. Seeing Yan Jiuchao come over, he quickly stood up and bowed. “Young Master.”
Yan Jiuchao looked at the unconscious Shadow Thirteen and then at the dazed Shadow Six. Another unbearable memory rushed to his mind.
“Why? Are you thinking about your pretty boy again? You’re already my woman. You won’t have a chance to see him again in your life! If you know what’s good for you, listen to me obediently. Otherwise, I’ll kill your two subordinates!”
“Which two subordinates?”
“Those two called Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen!”
Yan Jiuchao closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly under his wide sleeves.
Shadow Six called out to his Young Master but there was no reaction. Seeing his Young Master’s forbearing expression, he blinked and realized something. He quickly said solemnly, “Young Master… Uh, no… My King, I forgot to call you that in private. My King, you disguise yourself as the Young Master of Yan City in order not to expose your identity as the Ghost King in the Nether Capital! Don’t worry, Shadow Thirteen and I remember! We won’t call you wrongly again!”
Yan Jiuchao wanted to die even more.
…
After using the Longevity Technique to remove the evil aura left in Shadow Thirteen’s meridians by the Sang family’s experts, Yan Jiuchao resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall at any time and silently walked back to his room. In the room, the three little black eggs woke up one after another. They sat on the bed like fat balls, rubbing their eyes and yawning.
“Daddy!” Er’bao saw Yan Jiuchao and slid off the bed naked. He ran towards him.
Dabao and Xiaobao also ran over. The three little fellows raised their heads and widened their black eyes as they looked at him without blinking.
“Elder Yin, do you have a son?”
“My King, I didn’t.”
A certain Ghost King smiled. “I do.”
Elder Yin, who had been shot in the heart: “…”
“Elder Mo, do you have a son?”
“My King, I have two.”
The smile on a certain Ghost King’s lips widened. “I have three!”
Elder Mo, who had also been shot in the heart: “…”
“King, King!” Elder Jin raised his hand with a smile. “I have five sons!”
A certain Ghost King’s face instantly darkened. “…You’re not an elder of the Ghost Clan anymore! Drag him away!”
Elder Jin was dumbfounded. “King! King! What did I do wrong?!”
The corners of Yan Jiuchao’s mouth twitched as he grabbed a rope in embarrassment.
Er’bao asked, “Daddy, what are you doing?”
Yan Jiuchao: Hanging on the spot!
…
Yu Wan walked around the Chaoyang Hall and thoroughly investigated the situation last night. The Sang family had really sent experts to the Nether Mountain to assassinate. The reason why the Sang family dared to do this was probably because they had guessed the weakness of the Ancestor and Yan Jiuchao. They wanted to use the last chance on the night of the full moon to kill the Ancestor and Yan Jiuchao.
