After he left, Mu Hanyan asked someone to invite Gu Qingyang to discuss the matter of refining the elixir. The word "discuss" was actually a euphemism, because in reality, Mu Hanyan was instructing Gu Qingyang on the art of alchemy.

As the number of priests at the Flower Rain Temple grew, the demand for elixirs also grew. Purchasing them from outside was too expensive, far less costly than refining them in-house. Unfortunately, there were only a few priests in Flower Rain City to begin with, and none of them knew how to refine elixirs. Mu Hanyan couldn't do everything herself, so she had to hand over this important task to Gu Qingyang.

However, although he was proficient in the refining method of Fengnie Pill, he had little knowledge of other elixirs. The refining techniques of many low-level elixirs were not as sophisticated as Mu Hanyan's, so Mu Hanyan had to take the time to teach him one by one.

In order to get the Huayu Temple back on track as quickly as possible, Mu Hanyan did not hide anything and taught Gu Qingyang everything she knew. Gu Qingyang also knew that this was the foundation of the Gu family's foothold in Huayu City, so he learned it with extra care. He was naturally open-minded and did not think there was anything shameful about learning from Mu Hanyan.

Besides, even a famous formation master like Wen Gaoren cried and begged to be Mu Hanyan's disciple, so what was there to be ashamed of?

One taught with all his heart, the other was fascinated by learning, until night fell. After the guards reminded them several times, the two of them stopped reluctantly and walked towards the dining hall together.

It was already quite late at night. After dinner, everyone had already gone back to their rooms to rest or practice. The entire temple was silent.

"Ah..." A scream broke the silence, and it seemed that there was also a sound of something breaking at the same time.

Mu Hanyan's eyes narrowed, and she turned her head sharply. The screams clearly came from inside the temple. Could it be that an enemy had infiltrated the temple?

Soon, a door to a nearby room opened, and a young girl stumbled out. She looked like a maid from the temple. Soon, an old man followed her out. It was Zhao Xinghu.

Seeing that it was not an enemy attack, Mu Hanyan felt relieved, but when she looked again, her eyebrows raised and a huge rage burned in her heart!

The maid's name was Ruan Zhi, one of the twelve recently selected maids to serve in the temple. Previously, the temple's priests could barely fill their bellies, so naturally, they couldn't have maids to serve them. However, despite the current state of Huayu City's shabby state, filling their bellies wasn't a problem. Considering that Mu Hanyan and the others were preoccupied with trivial matters and needed to find time for cultivation, the various clans in the city had taken the initiative to send their young girls to the temple to take care of their daily needs and meals.

Of course, for these girls, this was also a great honor and glory. Every time Mu Hanyan met them, she could see the joy, pride, and even happiness that came from their hearts on their faces.

But at this moment, Ruan Zhi's face no longer had the usual cheerfulness. The little girl's eyes were filled with fear, tears streaming down her face. She sobbed softly, her delicate shoulders trembling constantly. The hem of her skirt was torn open, revealing her fair and delicate shoulder blades.

Looking at the lust in Zhao Xinghu's eyes that had not yet been extinguished, even a fool would know what had just happened.

"Stop!" Seeing Zhao Xinghu reaching out to grab Ruan Zhi in front of her, Mu Hanyan shouted angrily.

Zhao Xinghu probably didn't expect Mu Hanyan to be so angry, and was slightly stunned.

"Master Priest!" Ruan Zhi came to her senses when she heard Mu Hanyan's loud shout. She rushed into Mu Hanyan's arms like a wounded deer, and her soft sobs just now turned into loud crying.