The entire hall shook violently, and Wen Gaoren hit the wall heavily. The solid stone wall that had not been weathered by wind and rain for nearly a million years was actually dented by him. Wen Gaoren was embedded in the stone wall, hunched over, with his limbs stretched forward like a shrimp. He looked as embarrassed as possible and as funny as possible.

Of course, no one present could laugh.

Wen Gaoren's attendant priests stared at him in disbelief, stunned. They had seen him repair similar formations more than once, and each time he had done it with ease, seemingly effortless, with a smile on his face. This time, Wen Gaoren had failed repeatedly, and on the last attempt, he had given his all, yet still failed.

The Huayu Temple is indeed one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods. This Star Thunder God Formation is far from being as simple as they thought.

They were so surprised and moved that they even forgot to drag Wen Gaoren out of the wall.

The priests of the Huayu Temple were also unable to laugh. They had never imagined that the barrier formation of their own temple was so profound and mysterious. You must know that Wen Gaoren was the number one formation master of the Lingyu Temple. His formation skills were not only well-known in the Temple of Life and its twelve subordinate temples, but also in the entire Continent of Gods. Even he could not repair the barrier formation, so who else could do it? Even if there was someone, they could not hire him.

Although everyone was happy to see Wen Gaoren in such a miserable state, no one could laugh when they thought of the even bleaker future of the Flower Rain Temple.

"Sir, please save me." Wen Gaoren's following priests finally came to their senses and rushed towards Wen Gaoren one after another.

But before that, someone had already taken the lead.

"Master Wen, look, look, I just told you, don't take on a job if you don't have the skills. You didn't listen to me. Now look what happened. You've been struck by lightning again." Ling Baobao said sympathetically as he dragged Wen Gaoren out with all his strength.

Wen Gaoren stared blankly at the formation, his face dazed. He had failed, failed again. As the number one formation master in the Lingyu Temple, he was well-deserved. This was the first time in his life he had encountered such a failure, and the first time he had felt so embarrassed. His mind was completely foggy and confused.

"Master Wen, why aren't you talking? Did your brain get hit?" Ling Baobao asked with concern.

"Get out!" Wen Gaoren's face, which was blackened by lightning, became even darker. If he hadn't been severely shocked by the huge lightning ball just now and his hands and feet were numb, he really wanted to strangle Ling Baobao to death right now.

"So your brain wasn't damaged by lightning. That's great, great. You should take a rest first and take a good look at how our chief priest repairs the formation, so that you won't be struck by lightning again next time." Ling Baobao said happily.

"Get lost!" Wen Gaoren gritted his teeth and yelled a single word. After he finished yelling, he was slightly startled. "What did you just say?"

"I said you should take a good look at how our chief priest repairs the formation and learn more so that you won't be struck by lightning again next time." Ling Baobao said.

At this time, Wen Gaoren's following priests also gathered around, some massaging his legs, some rubbing his shoulders, and were all stunned when they heard Ling Baobao's words.

Not only them, but even the priests of the Flower Rain Temple were stunned.

"Hahahaha, are you humiliating me?" Wen Gaoren was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. While laughing, he looked at Mu Hanyan with contempt.

If she had the ability to repair the formation, would An Xiaxin still need to beg her? Would she even need to give up the position of chief priest? This sharp-tongued little priest was clearly just trying to provoke her because of her repeated failures.

Anyway, he would never believe what Ling Baobao said.

Not only did he not believe it, but even An Xiaxin and other priests of the Flower Rain Temple didn't believe it. Wen Gaoren didn't know much about Mu Hanyan's background, but they knew it all too well. From the time she arrived at the Flower Rain Temple and passed the assessment to now, it had only been a little over a month, and her strength had improved by leaps and bounds. She even possessed strength comparable to An Xiaxin and others after passing the divine baptism. This could all be explained by her being a natural-born divine priest. In fact, such geniuses were not unheard of.

But when it comes to the art of formation, talent alone is not enough. Without sufficient experience and vision, and without sufficient training, no matter how talented you are, it will not work.

"You don't believe it? Is your brain really damaged?" Ling Baobao shook his head and looked at Wen Gaoren as if he were an idiot.

"You are the one whose brain is smashed!" Wen Gaoren was already ashamed after a series of failures, and Ling Baobao kept saying that his brain was smashed, which made him so angry that his blood boiled and his head felt dizzy.

"Sir, please calm down. Sir, please calm down. Why bother with this young man who has never seen the world?" Several accompanying priests were afraid that Wen Gaoren would get hurt, so they hurried forward to persuade him.

"You say I haven't seen the world, but I think you are just frogs in the well. You can't even imagine how powerful our chief priest is." Ling Baobao said contemptuously.

"Okay, okay, I want to see what's so great about her. I've been practicing the art of formations for more than eighty years, and she's only learned it for a few days. Even I can't do anything about the formations. How can she do anything about it?" Seeing Ling Baobao's contemptuous eyes, Wen Gaoren became even more furious, and said with a laugh.

"How about we take a gamble?" Ling Baobao said.

"What are you betting on?" Wen Gaoren said with his neck straight.

He was really angry. He felt embarrassed enough already, and Ling Baobao kept rubbing salt into the wound. He was completely enraged at this time and didn't notice the excitement that flashed in Ling Baobao's eyes.

"How about this, if my chief priest can repair this Star Thunder God Formation, you will provide all the materials needed to repair other formations. How about that?" Ling Baobao said.

"Okay," Wen Gaoren said without hesitation. He didn't believe Mu Hanyan had the ability to repair the Star Thunder God Formation. As for the other formations, he didn't even bother to think about them, let alone the materials.

"Sir..." An attendant felt something was wrong. Although Huayu City was not large, a lot of materials were needed to repair all the barrier formations. The stakes were a bit too high.

"What? Do you think she has that ability?" Wen Gaoren snorted coldly.

The follower immediately shut up. What he said was true. His master had devoted his entire life to studying the art of formations, but he was powerless against the Star Thunder God Formation. Although the little girl had become the chief priest at a young age, it was also because the Flower Rain Temple had declined for many years and had lost its talent. No matter how talented she was, when it came to formations, how could she compare with his master?