Seeing that Ou Dechuan's beloved son was seriously injured, he was too embarrassed to argue with him. He hated Duan Cheng'an in his heart and naturally would not help her.

Others despised Duan Cheng'an's character and had no intention of wasting pills on him.

Before this, some people were still wondering if the secrets of the Jade Temple had been leaked. What else could they not understand? This Chief Priest Ou was truly shameless to the extreme. At his age, he was so shameless. Everyone despised him even more.

Duan Cheng'an was spitting out mouthfuls of blood and could no longer speak. He could only look at everyone for help, but he only saw their indifferent eyes. An unprecedented despair arose in his heart.

"Sigh..." Wen Gaoren sighed and threw a pill to Duan Chengan.

If Duan Cheng'an had died like this, it would have been the end of everything. He might have felt a little emotional, but he would definitely not have any sympathy or pity. However, seeing him struggling to death like this, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart.

Duan Cheng'an stared at Wen Gaoren in amazement. He had never dreamed that Wen Gaoren would be so kind as to give him the elixir. After a while, Duan Cheng'an finally picked up the elixir with trembling hands and swallowed it. Gradually, the vomiting of blood stopped, and his complexion became slightly better.

Mu Hanyan glanced at Wen Gaoren, who was a little embarrassed and explained, "I'm not soft-hearted, it's just..." But after that, he didn't know how to explain it.

"Master Wen, I understand." Mu Hanyan said with a smile.

She could understand Wen Gaoren's feelings. If Duan Cheng'an died cleanly in front of her, he would have deserved it, and Wen Gaoren probably wouldn't be soft-hearted. However, no one is heartless. They were master and disciple, and they had been together for so many years. If they were not as close as father and son, they were probably not much closer. How could he bear to see Duan Cheng'an struggling to death in front of him like this?

Even without the pill, Duan Cheng'an wouldn't necessarily have died. Even with the pill, he wouldn't have been able to recover his cultivation, but he would have suffered less pain. Wen Gaoren's actions weren't exactly one of excessive kindness, but he also didn't lose his true nature due to resentment. So Mu Hanyan didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

On the side, after Ou Dechuan's treatment, Ou Mingzhi's complexion gradually returned to normal, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at Ou Dechuan's uncertain expression, Mu Hanyan didn't know how serious Ou Mingzhi's injury was and whether he could fully recover.

However, she didn't have the time to waste her energy on him. With her strength, she would never take such a small person seriously.

"Master Ou, is it time to fulfill our previous bet?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"Here you go." Ou Dechuan said in a buzzing voice, throwing out a large amount of meteoric gold and several large-denomination silver notes.

"Thank you very much." Mu Hanyan put away the gold and silver bills and walked out of the hall with Wen Gaoren, Sikong Qinglan and others.

I thank you, my uncle. Ou Dechuan could only curse in his heart.

"By the way, Chief Priest Ou, if you want to gamble again next time, remember to find us." When they reached the temple gate, Mu Hanyan turned around and said.

The money came so quickly and so easily that Miss Mu was almost enjoying it. Ling Baobao had already finished three pieces of melon and was enjoying the show.

"Hmph." Unfortunately, Ou Dechuan didn't respond. He glared at Mu Hanyan with fiery eyes, then snorted coldly and turned his head away.

He lost hundreds of millions of dollars without realizing it, and he still gambles? He's practically out of his mind.

It would be fine if they just lost a few hundred million, but the key is that with Duan Chengan's final defeat, who would still believe in the formation techniques of their Lingyu Temple? Who would come to them for help in the future? How would Lingyu Temple survive in the world?

Thinking of this, he was so worried that his intestines were tied up.

Noticing Ou Dechuan's gloomy face, and then watching Mu Hanyan and the others leave in high spirits, Chu Yanghe and the other priests from the various halls were filled with emotion: "If I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place? If you hadn't thought you could rest easy by recruiting Duan Cheng'an, and hadn't used all means to embarrass Wen Gaoren, ultimately forcing him to the Flower Rain Temple, how could we have come to this shame, how could we have been in such a crisis?"

Duan Cheng'an also looked at Wen Gaoren's back as he left. Tears welled up in his eyes without him noticing when, and his heart was filled with regret.

"Master Priest Long, we will take our leave first." Seeing that Long Aoli's face turned pale, Chu Yangping and others didn't want to keep him any longer, so they bowed and said.

Long Aoli did not try to keep him, but waved his hand as a greeting.

"Chief Priest Long, we'll be leaving first." Ou Tokugawa handed Ou Mingzhi over to his priest and said.

"Wait, Chief Priest Ou, shouldn't we discuss something else?" Long Aoli said with a straight face.

He had originally asked Ou Mingzhi to repair the formation, but in the end, the situation was like this: what needed to be repaired wasn't repaired, but was completely destroyed, and the repaired part was also in a mess. He was too embarrassed to drag Ou Dechuan to settle the score in front of everyone, but he couldn't just let him go.

"Well, alright then." Ou Dechuan said helplessly. Although Long Aoli didn't say it explicitly, how could he not know what Long Aoli meant by leaving him alone? He felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Everyone else looked at Ou Dechuan with sympathy. If Mu Hanyan didn't have that kind of strength, Long Aoli would most likely include her in the bet. After all, she was also involved in the bet, so it was normal for him to blame her. However, he had just suffered a great loss at her hands, so how could Long Aoli dare to blame her? He could only hold on to Ou Dechuan.

But that wasn't their concern. Their concern now was what gifts to bring to the banquet tonight. If Duan Cheng'an hadn't been so badly injured, they wouldn't have needed the Flower Rain Temple's help with the formation. It would have just cost them more meteorite gold. But now that Duan Cheng'an was clearly crippled, they would have to rely on the Flower Rain Temple for support.

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"Master Priest, how did you do it?" On the way back, Wen Gaoren couldn't help but ask Mu Hanyan.

Only half of the meteorite gold was used to completely repair the formation. This completely overturned his understanding of the art of formation, and he could not figure out the answer no matter how hard he tried.

"General formation techniques cannot release the energy of meteorite gold to the extreme, at least half of it is wasted. I have a chaotic sky fire that can completely release the energy of meteorite gold, so the amount used is naturally much less." Mu Hanyan did not hide anything and said frankly.

Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe were both surprised. They were also puzzled by the amazing attainments in formation that Wen Gaoren suddenly displayed. According to their understanding, although the old man's attainments in formation were strong, they were not so strong. Remember, when he was repairing the formation in the Huayu Temple before, he did not save a single piece of meteorite gold.

If you say he is hiding his wealth, he is using all his own assets. Isn't hiding his wealth a dire mistake for himself?

Only now did they realize that it was Mu Hanyan who had actually made the move! Shocked, they even felt a bit ashamed. They had originally thought their own talents were quite good, but when compared to Mu Hanyan, they finally understood what a natural prodigy truly was!

The only thing to be thankful for was that this was the chief priest of their Huayu Temple, otherwise the two of them would have been deeply shocked and would have lost the motivation to practice.