The others also cried for joy. Even Hei Tuzi changed his previous rough demeanor and cried like a child.
"Why are you all crying like this? Is Mu Yian finally dead?" At this moment, a discordant voice sounded.
I saw a young man in a black robe, shaking his head and tail, walking over surrounded by several guards, with a contemptuous smile on his face.
The young man was about twenty years old, with a slicked-back face and hair. Although he was young, his steps were obviously a little unsteady, as if his body had been hollowed out by alcohol and sex.
Another good-for-nothing dandy! Mu Hanyan secretly shook her head. As the most dandy young lady in Anyun, she naturally saw through this young man's true colors at a glance.
"Kang Zihe, what did you say! How dare you be rude to our old priest!" Seeing this person, all the members of the Mu clan changed their expressions and shouted angrily.
It turns out that Mu Yian mentioned by Kang Zihe is Ye Yian's pseudonym. He settled down in the Mu family and could not show his real name to others.
"What old priest? He's just an old useless guy. He hasn't been promoted from a priest to a chief priest in a thousand years. If it were me, I would have hanged myself long ago." Kang Zihe said disdainfully.
"How dare you humiliate the guardian priest of my Mu family? I will fight you to the death!" The black butcher was furious. He drew out the butcher knife and rushed towards Kang Zihe.
Ye Yian is the patron saint of the Mu clan. In their eyes, he is like a god. Even if he risks his life, he will never let him suffer any insult.
Although he had no cultivation at all, Hei Tuzi's strength was extremely strong, comparable to that of a second or third-level swordsman. When the short knife in his hand stabbed out, it actually made a sharp whistling sound, which was obviously quite powerful.
Seeing him rushing towards their master, the guards did not move, but just sneered contemptuously.
"Looking for death!" Kang Zihe snorted coldly, suddenly drew out a long sword with one hand, made a hand gesture with the other hand, and muttered something in a low voice.
A fiery red light suddenly appeared on the long sword, and it shot out of the sword, forming a fireball the size of a millstone and flying towards the black butcher.
Sword energy takes shape! Mu Hanyan was slightly surprised. Could it be that Kang Zihe already had the strength of a high-level swordsman? But she didn't feel such momentum from him.
"Bang!" The Black Butcher subconsciously raised his knife to block, but was blasted several feet away by the fireball along with his knife.
"Mu Tu!" Several members of the Mu family hurried forward to catch Mu Tu, but they were also knocked back several steps by his tall body, and only then did they manage to stabilize their bodies.
There was a faint smell of burnt hair in the air. Turning around, I saw that Mu Tu's hair had turned burnt yellow and was emitting bursts of green smoke.
Mu Hanyan's gaze narrowed slightly. Kangzi and this fireball were clearly different from the sword energy transformations of high-level swordsmen. Sword energy transformations could only simulate a form; in essence, they were still concentrated energy, lacking the attack power of the form they transformed into. Take the Frost and Snow Dance she had first mastered, for example. It might appear to be frost and snow all over the sky, barely conveying a sense of icy chill, but in terms of the chill, it couldn't even compare to the ice cones of the mutant slate pig.
What Kang Zihe used was obviously the so-called priest magic, which was completely different from the sword practice of the Holy Court Continent.
"You, you actually became a priest!" Seeing Mu Tu being injured by one move, all the members of the Mu family were filled with indignation, but no one dared to rush forward again. When they looked at Kang Zihe, there was not only anger but also a bit of fear in their eyes.
"Are you blind? That's why you just see it. I am now a first-rank spiritual priest of Fengcheng Temple. How dare you be rude to me? Are you tired of living?" Kang Zihe pointed at the black robe on his body and said proudly.
Mu Hanyan then noticed that the robe he was wearing was somewhat similar to the sword robe of the Holy Court Continent. It was less capable but more elegant. There was also an ancient palace embroidered on the chest. Presumably, this was the symbol of the temple.
And on the cuffs of the long sleeves, there is a thin white ripple embroidered. If I am not mistaken, this should be the symbol of a first-level divine priest.
Mu Tu and the others stared at Kang Zihe, their anger simmering in fear. Compared to the Holy Court Continent, the Divine Continent was even more rigidly structured. Mu Tu's previous attack on Kang Zihe had already been disrespectful. If it weren't for their deep grudge against Kang Zihe and their unwillingness to surrender their last bit of dignity, they might have kneeled and begged for mercy, just as they had done when they encountered Mu Hanyan.
"Forget it, forget it. Today is my happy day that I passed the test and became a priest. I won't bother with you lowly people." Kang Zihe waved his hand and said in a generous manner.
Unfortunately, no one appreciated his kindness. Although the people of the Mu family did not dare to attack him again, their eyes were still filled with hatred when they looked at him.
"I came here today to inform you to move out of Rijian Peak as soon as possible. After a thousand years, all the land within a hundred miles will become the property of our Kang family. If you move out early, at least you can find a place to stay. Otherwise, when this old man dies, I'm afraid we won't even be able to find a burial place." Kang Zihe was bored and too lazy to talk nonsense with them, so he said bluntly.
"Hmph, you're dreaming. Our Mu family will soon have a new guardian priest, and Rijian Peak will still be our Mu family's fiefdom." Finally, someone couldn't help but say.
"Hahahaha, for lowly people like you, the fact that you could produce a priest a thousand years ago must have been a blessing from your ancestors who had burned incense for several lifetimes. Yet you still dream of producing another priest? I think you haven't woken up yet." Kang Zihe laughed wildly, holding his stomach, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Not only will we produce another priest, but he will be a natural-born priest of the gods!" the man said unconvinced, his eyes full of pride.
Hearing his words, not only Kang Zihe, but also the followers he brought with him laughed so hard that they fell over.
"Ha...ha...you are born priests of gods. I think you are not just asleep, but crazy, all crazy." Kang Zihe almost got a stitch in his side laughing.
"They are not half asleep, nor are they crazy. Go back and tell your patriarch that our Mu family has produced a natural-born divine priest, so he doesn't need to plan to attack Rijian Peak anymore." Ye Yian spoke again and said lightly.
"What!" Kang Zihe was slightly surprised.
Others might be talking nonsense, but no matter how useless this old guy is, he is still an old priest who has lived for thousands of years. He shouldn't be talking nonsense.
"I'd like to see who this natural-born priest of the gods you're talking about is?" Although Kang Zihe felt that Ye Yian was unlikely to be talking nonsense, it was still hard for him to believe that a small family like the Mu family, which had been in decline for nearly a million years and had only luck to produce a priest and a place to live, could give birth to a natural-born priest of the gods.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
