However, judging from the occasional twitching of Long Aoli's mouth, this method seemed to be working, and the Long clan members around him all showed joy in their eyes.

"Puff!" After the unremitting efforts of several doctors, Long Aoli finally opened his eyes. The first thing he did after waking up was to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"Master Patriarch! (Master Chief Priest!)" The clansmen and temple priests nearby surrounded him excitedly.

"How is the sacrificial ceremony going?" Long Aoli asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's over," a priest replied.

"I lost in the end, right?" Long Aoli asked with a gloomy expression.

Although his mind was in turmoil and he fell into madness, he still had a vague impression of the scene when the barrier was finally broken. It was precisely because of that memory that he dared not face reality. Subconsciously, he refused to wake up and wished to die. However, in the end, he was helplessly rescued by everyone and had no choice but to face it.

"Hmm." The priest replied in a low voice.

"If that's the case, then that rare treasure from heaven and earth should fall into Mu Hanyan's hands, right?" Long Aoli said with a sad smile.

Although he fainted on the spot and had no memory of what happened afterwards, he could guess that since even he was defeated, how could others be qualified to compete with Mu Hanyan? They probably didn't even have the courage to fight her.

Thinking of the previous competition, Long Aoli felt a wave of shame and indignation. As the saying goes, the winner is king, the loser is the enemy. As long as he had defeated Mu Hanyan, no one would have dared to criticize him, even if he had broken his promise. But he had lost. Even after using the temple's formation to cast a wind and thunder field, he still lost, and his reputation was ruined. Even if no one dared to say anything to his face, he must have been despised behind his back.

What infuriated him most was that Mu Hanyan clearly possessed such formidable strength, so why did she keep it a secret? If only she had revealed even a tiny bit of her true strength during their clash, he would have reacted cautiously, and perhaps there wouldn't have been any further complications. But she had concealed it until the very end, dealing him the ultimate blow.

Could it be that she was so deliberate just to bring herself to an irretrievable state?

How could Long Aoli know that Mu Hanyan was able to break through the bottleneck and be promoted to the Divine Heart Priest thanks to the help of his Wind and Thunder Domain, and it was not as deliberate as he thought.

In short, he completely hated Mu Hanyan.

"Well, that rare treasure of heaven and earth fell into the hands of Mu Hanyan." The priest hesitated for a moment, but still answered honestly.

Speculation is speculation, but to confirm it is another feeling. Hearing his affirmative answer, Long Aoli felt even more miserable. He had put in so much effort and paid the price of ruining his reputation, but in the end, Mu Hanyan succeeded. What a waste of time.

The more Long Aoli thought about it, the angrier he became, and he spat out another mouthful of black blood.

A group of Long clan members and temple priests immediately surrounded him again, some feeding him pills, some rubbing his chest. After a while, Long Aoli's face finally regained some color.

"Master Chief Priest, please take care of yourself. If anything happens to you, what will happen to the Tianyang Temple and the Long family? Moreover, Mu Hanyan has been so deliberate in plotting against you and the Long family. Don't you want revenge? As the saying goes, there is life. With your strength and status, you will have a chance to take revenge sooner or later." The priest asked earnestly.

The Long family has controlled the Tianyang Temple for many years, so of course they have loyal followers, and this person is one of them.

Hearing his words, Long Aoli's spirits lifted slightly. Yes, he was still a Divine Heart Priest, and the Lord of a Temple. As long as he worked hard, there would always be a chance for revenge. If he really died, it would be the end of everything, but since he wasn't dead, he couldn't continue to despair like this.

Being able to become the master of a palace, his character is certainly not bad. It's just that he has been in a high position for all these years and has never suffered any setbacks, so he couldn't understand it for a while. Now that he figured it out, he became much more energetic.

"By the way, where is Wucuo?" Long Aoli asked.

"Father, I'm here." Long Wucuo looked at Long Aoli timidly, his eyes flickering.

"What's the matter with that Chaos Sword?" Long Aoli asked sternly.

"I got that Chaos Sword by chance on the black market in Qingning City. I didn't dare to report it to my father because I wasn't sure whether it was real or fake." Long Wucuo knew that Long Aoli would ask about this, and said anxiously.

Logically speaking, even if he didn't offer it to Long Aoli as a token of filial piety, he should have at least informed him of the sword's existence. However, he was afraid that if he told Long Aoli about it, the sword would be lost, so he kept it a secret. When Long Aoli asked about it, he could only find an excuse to evade the question.

"Really?" Long Aoli remained calm, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

They say a father knows a son best. He knew Long Wucuo's character perfectly well. If he truly couldn't confirm the Chaos Sword's authenticity, why would he have used it during his fight with Mu Hanyan? Furthermore, given his status and strength, would it have been difficult to verify the Chaos Sword's authenticity? His words were clearly just excuses.

"Actually, I originally wanted to wait until after the sacrificial ceremony before giving it to my father as a gift, but..." At this point, he suddenly paused, realizing that he had said the wrong thing.

A gift, what gift? Of course, it was a gift for Long Aoli defeating all the other competitors and winning the first prize in the sacrificial ceremony. But he was clearly defeated. Isn't saying this a slap in the face of his father? Long Wucuo almost slapped himself in the face.

"I understand. You don't have to say anything more. It's enough for me to know that you have this filial piety." Anyway, the Chaos Sword had been destroyed in Mu Hanyan's hands, and Long Aoli didn't want to pursue it anymore.

Although he didn't say a single harsh word, nor did he scold Long Wucuo in public, everyone could see that he was actually a little disappointed with Long Wucuo.

It's no wonder that if Long Wucuo had offered the Chaos Sword to Long Aoli without any selfish motives, the final outcome might not have been this. After all, Long Aoli had already reached the realm of a Divine Heart Priest, and the Chaos Sword could unleash even greater power in his hands.

Long Aoli must be feeling very frustrated right now, so it would be strange if he wasn't disappointed in him.

Long Wudang was standing behind the crowd, and seeing this scene, his heart was filled with joy. He had never expected that a Chaos God Sword would actually cause Long Aoli to be suspicious of and dissatisfied with Long Wucuo. This was an unexpected gain. Judging from the situation, he had a great chance of becoming the young master of the Long family.

Long Wudang suddenly felt that cooperation with Mu Hanyan was indeed promising, and he even didn't care much about the previous incident of the Ten Thousand Ants Heart-Eating Pill.

"Okay, I'm fine. Everyone go back and rest." Long Aoli waved his hand and said.

I had originally planned to establish Long Wucuo as the young master of the Long family after this sacrificial ceremony, but now I am secretly disappointed in him and I am no longer in the mood to do so.

The only person in the Long family who was happy was Long Wudang. He was the real winner in life this time, and his future was limitless.