At dawn, Mu Hanyan finally closed the "Eight Gates Divine Formation" in her hand.

These days, she has been practicing the priest's magic day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep, and has read all the mental methods and magic in the library. She has even read through the experiences of the chief priests of all generations, but her improvement in cultivation has become slower and slower.

Mu Hanyan knew she had reached a bottleneck. Based on her experience with the divine baptism, she suspected she would need to open new hidden meridians to achieve another rapid increase in strength. However, with the current conditions at the Flower Rain Temple, it was clearly impossible to find higher-quality soul stones to open these hidden meridians. Therefore, in her spare time, besides studying the alchemy and alchemical seals of the Divine Continent, Mu Hanyan devoted most of her time to formations.

According to Sikong Qinglan, "Eight Gates Divine Formation" is the oldest book on formations in the Continent of Gods. Although every temple has a collection of it, the one in her hand is the original. Even the one collected by the main temple was copied from the one in her hand.

It is also said that as the continents separated, the laws of the Continent of Gods have been undergoing subtle changes, and their methods of cultivation, including the mysteries of formations, have also changed accordingly. Therefore, the Eight Gate Divine Formations of other temples have also been modified accordingly. However, for some unknown reason, the one in Mu Hanyan's hand, none of the priests and chief priests of all generations have made any changes, and there is not even a single word of annotation.

Mu Hanyan had seen the passion of her predecessors in writing. Almost every book on cultivation techniques contained the insights and experiences of their predecessors. However, there was not a single redundant word in this book "Eight Gates Divine Formation". Even some obvious omissions and incoherent sentences were not easily supplemented by anyone.

Secretly wondering, Mu Hanyan was also paying special attention to this strange book on formations.

Locked away in the main altar on the second floor, Mu Hanyan meditated day and night for three days, yet still gained nothing. The formations and theories described in the "Eight Gates Divine Formation" could also be found in other ancient formation texts. While they weren't particularly profound, many of them were incompatible with the current laws of the Divine Continent and were completely unusable.

But Mu Hanyan had a vague feeling that this strange book of formations, which was said to be the oldest in the Continent of Gods, was not as simple as it seemed to outsiders. It was just that she had not yet figured out the key.

Mu Hanyan hadn't eaten a single grain of rice for several days and felt starving. There was nothing she could do. Her strength was suppressed. It was obviously impossible for her to go without food or water for months like before, or even to survive for years or even decades like those powerful people who were in seclusion and relied only on elixirs.

Mu Hanyan closed the ancient book in her hand and walked downstairs.

"Oh, be gentle, be gentle."

"I'm already very light."

"That's not a big deal. It almost cost someone their life, you know?"

"Okay, I'll be gentle then."

"No, be gentle and I won't come either."

"No, you promised to spar with me, you can't leave."

"No, go find someone else."

"No, you promised me, and besides, no one else will."

"I regret it, but I'm not coming anyway. You can spar with whoever you want."

"no."

"Bang... Ouch, help, help!" When passing by the Xiuling Temple, Mu Hanyan heard a quarrel, followed by Ling Baobao's miserable cry for help.

At the door, several young priests were looking inside, covering their mouths to suppress their laughter.

"What's wrong?" Mu Hanyan stepped forward and asked.

"Greetings, Master Chief Priest! The Right Priest is currently sparring with Priest Ling." Several young priests quickly saluted. As time passed, they gradually accepted Mu Hanyan's appointment as Chief Priest. Even though they were still somewhat reluctant, they remained respectful on the surface.

"Martial arts?" Mu Hanyan walked forward curiously.

After arriving at the Huayu Temple, she learned more and more about the cultivation methods of the Continent of Gods. As far as she knew, because the power of the laws of the Continent of Gods was too pure and direct, low-level priests of the gods could not withstand the sharp north wind in the wilderness. They usually practiced in temples protected by barriers, or in fiefdoms like Mujia Village. However, they could not compare to the gentle and pure power of the laws in the temple, and their cultivation speed was much slower.

As one's strength increases, especially after reaching the tenth-rank divine priest, the power of the laws within the temple's barrier is no longer sufficient for the priest's cultivation needs. They are forced to journey to the wilderness or seek out illusions similar to the Holy Court for cultivation. Although their physical defenses are greatly enhanced at this point, they cannot withstand the harsh northerly winds and currents of the wilderness for long. They must either rely on magical instruments or alchemically crafted robes for protection, or they can only cultivate a few basic combat techniques.

With the financial resources of the Flower Rain Temple not enough to even feed the priests, it is of course impossible for them to have any decent magical instruments and robes. Practicing martial arts is their only choice.

However, Chen Yuhe is only an eighth-level divine priest, still far from the tenth level. There is no need to practice any martial arts so early.

Mu Hanyan walked to the door and looked inside with curiosity, and was stunned.

In the Xiuling Hall, Ling Baobao was running around the hall desperately, as fast as a stray dog, with a bruised nose and face and several big bumps on his forehead.

Behind him, Shen Yuhe was chasing him like an eagle catching a chick, punching and kicking him from time to time, and her cute baby face was full of excitement and violence.

Ling Baobao was accidentally kicked to the ground by Shen Yuhe. Then, the right priest pounced on Ling Baobao without any image, and started punching and kicking him with his fists.

Mu Hanyan was stunned, and several black lines appeared on her forehead. It was the first time she knew that this right priest with a baby face, a gentle and peaceful expression, and occasionally a shy and blushing face like Sikong Qinglan, was such a violent person.

"Help! Someone's been beaten to death." Baby Ling let out a miserable and helpless wail.

"Cough... cough..." Mu Hanyan coughed twice.

Looking at Ling Baobao's bruised face, Miss Mu was filled with sympathy. Although this was not the first time that this little charlatan had been chased, blocked, and beaten by a group of people, even Miss Mu could not bear to see him being bullied like this by a woman.

"Master Chief Priest." When Shen Yuhe turned around and saw Mu Hanyan, she quickly stood up, lowered her head slightly, her face full of shyness, and her hands were fiddling with the corners of her clothes. No matter how you looked at her, she looked like a shy little girl next door.

If it weren't for the bruises on Ling Baobao's face and the unicorn-like blue bump on his forehead, Mu Hanyan would have suspected that she was hallucinating.

"You guys are sparring, why are you making so much noise?" Seeing Ling Baobao's face full of resentment, Mu Hanyan said with a mixture of laughter and tears. Looking at his expression, someone who didn't know would think that Shen Yuhe had done something to him.