"No, no, no, we are so grateful that you are willing to become the guardian priest of our Mu family. How can we ask you to pay back the money? Just consider it as our hospitality to him." Everyone declined.
As long as Mu Hanyan is willing to become the guardian priest of their Mu family, she can guarantee their peace for five hundred years. Who would care about Ling Baobao's trivial deception?
"What about the marriage?" Ling Baobao has never been shy with Mu Hanyan, and this time is no exception. He came up to her with a shameless face and asked.
Mu Hanyan rolled her eyes at him. She could still help with the financial repayments, but she couldn't do anything about this kind of debt.
"Forget it, you guys make your own decisions. I won't be involved in any of this anymore." Although there was some regret in Mu Tu's eyes, he still said it straightforwardly.
Hearing his words, Ling Baobao felt relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Mu Hanyan was a little puzzled. Considering Mu Tu's earlier boldness, even if Ling Baobao was his friend, he wouldn't have disregarded his daughter's reputation. If that were the case, Mu Hanyan felt a little guilty.
"Okay, okay, I still have something to talk to Han Yan about, so you all can go." Ye Yian also looked relieved. After everyone had finished talking, he waved his hand and said.
"The old priest has some important matters to discuss, so please disperse." Mu Chenglin hurriedly drove the crowd away like ducks.
In fact, there was no need for him to take action. Everyone respected Ye Yian like a god, and they immediately dispersed when they heard his words.
Ye Yian brought Mu Hanyan and Mu Chenglin back to the ancestral hall. After walking a few steps, he said to Mu Hanyan, "He's your friend. Why don't you let him come with you?"
He didn't know how familiar Ling Baobao and Mu Hanyan were with each other, nor did he know whether he could trust them or not, so he had to ask Mu Hanyan's opinion.
Mu Hanyan even saw a hint of hidden murderous intent in his eyes. Obviously, if Ling Baobao could not be trusted, there would be no need for him to hesitate about killing him to silence him.
"He is my best friend." Mu Hanyan said.
"Then come over here together." Ye Yian waved to Ling Baobao.
Ling Baobao followed happily, his smile sweeter than honey. Mu Hanyan's words "best friend" really touched him, and he felt like he was floating in the air.
"By the way, what's going on between you and Mu Tu's daughter?" Mu Hanyan asked curiously.
"As for her, I just fell from the sky and happened to break the roof of her house. I fainted from the fall, and I think she also fainted, and then she slept all night." Ling Baobao's smile froze, and he said with a gloomy face.
"Is that it?" Mu Hanyan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ling Baobao with a helpless smile.
"What else can I do? Do you really think I have such a strong taste? Mu Hanyan, you can doubt my character, but you must never doubt my taste!" Ling Baobao said righteously.
"Pfft!" Seeing Ling Baobao's serious look, Mu Hanyan almost burst out laughing.
"It was such a big commotion, but Mu Tu didn't notice it?" Mu Hanyan asked in confusion.
"How would I know? Maybe that black butcher is as still as a pig once he wakes up. Maybe he is just relying on me on purpose." Ling Baobao said with a bitter face and aggrieved.
Well, considering that Miss Yu'er was no less sturdy than Mu Tu, Mu Hanyan felt that this was quite possible. Perhaps that Black Tuzi wasn't as rough and simple as he appeared.
"Fortunately you came, otherwise I would have lived my whole life... Alas..." Ling Baobao said self-pityingly, probably thinking of the days after he married Miss Yu'er, his face turned pale.
Mu Hanyan suddenly felt that compared with Ling Baobao's tragic experience, she was much luckier to have inexplicably encountered a stone pig and been chased away inexplicably.
Back at the ancestral hall, Mu Chenglin was still guarding outside the door, and Ye Yian cast a soundproof barrier again.
"Saint, where did you learn the priestly magic you just used?" Ye Yian asked curiously. He had suppressed this curiosity for a long time.
"What priest magic? Are you talking about that fireball?" Mu Hanyan asked in confusion. Didn't he know that he had the Xuanhuang Stone? Didn't he mistakenly think that he was a saint because of it? Why did he ask this question?
"Yes, it's that fireball technique. As far as I know, even if you have refined the Xuanhuang Stone and can condense the power of heaven and earth like a natural priest of the gods, the condensation speed is very slow before you practice the secret techniques of the temple. You have already used the power of ice when you fought with Mu Tu before. How could you condense the power of Xuanhuo so quickly? Moreover, these two powers repel each other. If your cultivation is not enough, you cannot use them at the same time." Ye Yian said puzzledly.
"There is such a thing!" Mu Hanyan used to think that everything was natural, but now she realized that her behavior could not even be explained by a natural-born priest of the gods.
"Could it be that it has something to do with the fact that I haven't completely refined the Xuanhuang Stone?" Mu Hanyan guessed to herself.
"What?" Ye Yian looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise.
"My Xuanhuang Stone has not been completely refined. The core Xuanhuang Qi is still hidden in my heart meridian. I wanted to refine it at the critical moment of promotion to the Saint level, but I encountered some accidents and failed in the end. The power in Kangzi and the sword was dissipated and integrated by the Xuanhuang Qi, and then used by me. The same is true for the icy Qi before." Mu Hanyan explained patiently, feeling somewhat regretful when talking about the failure to advance.
If the Holy Lord had not appeared at the critical moment, she would have been promoted to the Saint level and her strength would not have been suppressed so badly.
"So that's how it is, so that's how it is, I understand, hahahaha, Lord Saint, you have turned a disaster into a blessing." Ye Yian didn't ask any further questions. After listening to Mu Hanyan's words, he thought for a moment, and then as if he had figured something out, he patted his head and laughed.
After saying this, without waiting for Mu Hanyan to ask, he excitedly explained: "If you are promoted to Sword Saint after refining the Xuanhuang Stone, your future cultivation speed and final achievements will certainly be far beyond the reach of other saints. However, once you are promoted to Sword Saint, you will be reborn. Your physique will be fixed, and there will still be some obstacles in your attempt to comprehend the laws of the Divine Continent.
You haven't yet ascended to Sword Saint, so your physique hasn't yet been finalized. Yet, you possess the most essential Xuanhuang Qi, allowing you to unapologetically condense the power of any law within the Divine Continent and practice any of the temple's secret techniques. In terms of aptitude, I'm afraid no one in the Divine Continent's millions of years of history can compare to you."
"Senior Ye, you are telling the truth!" After hearing what he said, all of Mu Hanyan's regrets disappeared, and she asked excitedly.
If she relied on the Xuanhuang Qi to cultivate faster than other disciples of the Holy Court in the Continent of Gods, Mu Hanyan could still understand it, but she found it a little unbelievable that even the cultivators of the Continent of Gods could not compare to her.
(I'm begging for a monthly ticket...)
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