873 Heaven-Defying Brother Jiu, The King Returns! (2)
Not many people knew about this weakness. Other than the person involved, there was only her and the Saintess. The Saintess was currently imprisoned in the dungeon of the Nether Mountain and could not contact the outside world. Unless—the Saintess had already leaked the news before she was imprisoned.
As for who it was leaked to, it was obvious that it was Sikong Yun. And Sikong Yun had been “picked up” by Master Sang. With his idiotic personality, wouldn’t it be easy for Master Sang to get information from him?
“What an incompetent fellow. He’s been sold and he’s still counting money for others.”
The disciples of the Sikong family and the Chaoyang Hall did not notice that the Asura Kings had sensed the Saint King’s aura and turned to capture her. In their opinion, they were going to assassinate Yan Jiuchao, so Yu Wan did not know that she had almost become the Sang family’s prey.
When Yu Wan returned to the house, the three little fellows had already put on their clothes and eaten breakfast. They slipped away to play. Yan Jiuchao sat by the window with a cold and arrogant expression.
Yu Wan walked over with a faint smile and held the back of his chair with one hand. She said mischievously, “We’ve been married three times. Is it fun, Young Master Yan?”
“It’s not…” Yan Jiuchao stopped in time.
“What?” Yu Wan raised her eyebrows at him, indicating for him to continue.
Yan Jiuchao snorted and turned his face away. Yu Wan did not let go of this opportunity to tease him. She chuckled and leaned over. “Young Master? Princely Heir? Huh?”
Yan Jiuchao looked at her face that was leaning towards him. His eyelashes trembled as he looked ahead. He said solemnly, coldly, and without looking sideways, “In broad daylight! How improper!”
Yu Wan snorted and glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
“Yu Ah Wan!” Yan Jiuchao’s ears turned red.
Yu Wan continued mischievously, “A certain some even brought me to watch the sunrise, and said that I can forget about leaving that said person for the rest of my life…”
Yan Jiuchao held it in!
Yu Wan bent down and rested her elbows on the table. She held her chin with both hands and looked at him. “Yan Jiuchao, do you like me to death?”
Yan Jiuchao did not look at her and said seriously, “That’s the Ghost King’s feelings towards Jiang Batian!”
Yu Wan curled her lips. “You don’t mean what you say.”
Yan Jiuchao looked out of the window and said expressionlessly, “I didn’t!”
“Not good! Not good! Something happened in the dungeon!”
While the two of them were arguing, a young disciple who had gone to patrol the dungeon hurriedly walked over. The couple gathered their thoughts and walked out of the door. Master Sikong also came out of Sikong Changfeng’s room. The three of them looked at each other and looked at the young disciple.
“What happened?” Master Sikong asked.
The junior disciple said, “The woman locked in the dungeon injured Senior Brother and escaped!”
“Where did she escape to? Is it the Holy Temple?” Yu Wan asked.
The young disciple shook his head. “No, she didn’t go to the Holy Temple. Senior Brother chased after her for a while and didn’t catch up, but Senior Brother said that she seemed to be going in the direction of the Sang family.”
“The Sang family?” Yu Wan frowned. “She’s not stupid. She still knows how to go to the Sang family. With the sins she committed, the Sikong family and the Holy Temple can’t tolerate her no matter what. Sooner or later, the Lan family will cripple her and Lan Jiao. Right now, only the Sang family has the ability to protect her.”
Master Sikong’s eyes turned cold. “I’ll send someone to chase after her!”
“There’s no need.” It was Yan Jiuchao who spoke. Master Sikong and Yu Wan looked at him in confusion. Yan Jiuchao looked in the direction of the Sang family and said, “Let her go.”
…
The Sikong family did not chase after the Saintess, so she successfully arrived at the Sang family. She was covered in blood and did not even have decent clothes. The guards of the Sang family looked at her in disdain. “Where did this beggar come from? Get lost!”
The effect of the Cultivation Disintegration Powder had passed, and the Saintess’s strength had recovered. She had to teach this person a lesson for being so rude.
She raised her hand and sent the other party flying with a palm. The guard fell heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. His companion was stunned and looked at this disheveled woman in disbelief. “Who… who are you? How dare you cause trouble in the Sang family?”
The Saintess said coldly, “Go tell your master that the Saintess is here!”
“You? Saintess?” The companion looked at her disdainfully.
The Saintess circulated her internal energy. “Do you want to take a palm strike from me too?”
The companion felt a huge killing intent and was shocked. He did not dare to be negligent anymore and ran away.
About fifteen minutes later, a man who looked like a butler came to the door and brought the Saintess to the front hall.
