Mu Yian, Mu Hanyan, they really came. Kang Qingyuan and the others exchanged glances.
"Come in." Wen Rongsong said arrogantly.
As Ye Yian walked into the central hall, Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up.
This hall is about sixty to seventy feet wide and more than ten feet high. Sunlight shines in obliquely from eight windows located high up. It is majestic and yet somewhat mysterious.
Three gray-haired priests sat on the high platform opposite, looking down at them with pride. If I was not mistaken, they should be the priests in charge of the assessment.
A little further away, another young priest sat alongside them. This priest was very handsome, looking about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, yet with a childishness that belied his age. Unlike the other elderly priests, his face lacked arrogance, but rather a melancholy expression, as if he were burdened with worry.
Perhaps she was another descendant of a priestly family, otherwise she wouldn't be sitting here at such a young age. Mu Hanyan had never had a favorable impression of second-generation prodigies who relied on their family's power to rise to prominence. Of course, at this moment, Miss Mu would never consider that in the minds of many people, she was actually just such a second-generation prodigy, no better than others, or even worse.
Mu Hanyan only glanced at this person and turned her head away, without noticing that at the same time she turned her head, the young priest subconsciously raised his head and looked at her, completely stunned.
Not only her, but no one else noticed the strangeness on the young priest's face. Wen Rongsong and others all kept their eyes on Mu Yian and his group.
"Are you Mu Yian?" Wen Rongsong looked at Mu Yian and asked.
"That's right." Ye Yian nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"I am Wen Rongsong, the left priest of Fengcheng Temple. This is Liang Gusong, the right priest, and this is Kang Qingyuan, the prayer priest of the temple." Wen Rongsong introduced the two people next to him.
There is no distinction between countries in the Continent of Gods. The Temple directly controls the entire continent, so there are also differences in positions among priests. The three of them are the three highest-ranking priests under the main priest of Tianfeng City, so they naturally need to be introduced.
Hearing the name Kang Qingyuan, Mu Hanyan subconsciously looked towards the thin old priest, but the other party didn't even look at them, but just lowered his head and drank tea.
This old man is very cunning and he is not a good person, Mu Hanyan thought secretly.
Kang Zihe was injured like that, it was impossible for Kang Qingyuan to be unaware of it. If it were an ordinary person, he would have shown some anger and hostility, but this old man was as calm as if nothing had happened.
As the saying goes, barking dogs don't bite, and biting dogs don't bark. This old man clearly belongs to the latter. Mu Hanyan absolutely didn't believe that he would watch her become a priest, and she secretly became more vigilant.
"Mu Yian greets the adults." Ye Yian was also calm. He didn't even look at Kang Qingyuan. He bowed and said.
"No need to be so polite. To be honest, Priest Mu is our predecessor. Moreover, it is not easy for a ninth-level divine priest to live to such an old age." Wen Rongsong said with some emotion.
Although he had no good intentions towards the other party, on the surface, he pretended to be amiable and showed enough respect to Ye Yian. This was also to avoid Ye Yian's suspicion and ruining the plan.
"Thank you for the compliment." Ye Yian said lightly.
"Are these two people descendants of your Mu family? Why is one surnamed Mu and the other surnamed Ling?" Wen Rongsong asked with a smile.
"Mu Hanyan is a member of my Mu family, and Ling Baobao is a descendant of the Ling clan of Keshan City. Seven thousand years ago, the Ling family fell into poverty and left Keshan City to wander on the continent. A few days ago, he passed by our fiefdom, and he fell in love with Yu'er, the daughter of Mu Tu, a descendant of the Mu family, at first sight. He married into the Mu family and planned to get married as soon as he finished the priest assessment." Mu Yian said.
Ling Baobao grimaced, his lips curled, and he looked nauseous. Although this statement had been agreed upon long ago, it still made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't really have any ill feelings towards Mu Tu's precious daughter, but whenever he mentioned marriage, the image of Miss Yu'er's dark face and fleshy body would pop into his mind, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
Mu Hanyan secretly wiped a cold sweat from her forehead. Ling Baobao needed an identity to take the priest exam, so she knew about the marriage plan, which was just a cover. However, when it came to the Ling family in Keshan City, or the family's decline seven thousand years ago, she knew nothing about it. It was obviously Ye Yian's nonsense. After all, it happened nearly ten thousand years ago. Who would investigate, and who could find out the truth?
This old man really has the talent to be a charlatan.
"Congratulations to your Mu family. We were worried that Senior Mu would have no successor, but we didn't expect that there would be two descendants with outstanding qualifications. I'm afraid that the Mu family will become famous now." Wen Rongsong said hypocritically.
Inwardly, he swore, "I thought there was only one Mu Hanyan, but I didn't expect there would be two. Well, I'll destroy them all at once, so you'll never be able to stand up again. Dare to defy the priests of the Fengcheng Temple! This is the end!"
Since these two people were able to pass the test of the Qi Refining Tablet outside the door and enter the temple, their identities were naturally no problem, and he had no doubts at all. However, he didn't know that Ye Yian's pretense had already scared the two young priests outside, so they didn't dare to verify their identities.
"Thank you for your kind words, sir." Ye Yian said with a slight bow.
"Since you are the descendants of Senior Mu, we won't explain the rules in detail. I believe you are aware of the dangers involved. Why don't we start now?" Wen Rongsong said.
"Okay." Ye Yian nodded.
Although he had frightened the two priests outside, he was still afraid that the night would be too long and he hoped that the test would end as soon as possible.
"Wait!" At this moment, the young priest suddenly spoke.
"Priest Sikong, what's wrong?" Wen Rongsong looked at Ye Yian unhappily.
"How can such a lowly person be qualified to participate in the priest assessment? It's just a waste of time." The young priest looked at Mu Hanyan and Ling Baobao and said with contempt.
"Who is this lord?" Ye Yian asked unhappily. He had seen this priest before, but Wen Rongsong hadn't introduced his identity. Ye Yian had assumed he was a junior of some priest who had come to watch the fun, so he didn't take it seriously. But when he heard his rude words, he felt a little dissatisfied.
"Senior Mu, this is Sikong Qinglan, the prayer priest of the Flower Rain Temple. He came to Tianfeng City to discuss something with our head priest. Since the priest examination happened to be taking place, he came to observe." Wen Rongsong introduced Sikong Qinglan and then said, "This time, we are recruiting priests in an open-ended manner. This is an order from the Lord Divine Master. Could it be that Priest Sikong is dissatisfied with the Lord Divine Master?"
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