"Boom!" Mu Hanyan seemed to hear the muffled sound coming from the violent collision of the energy and power in the meridians, and the meridians were broken, causing pain like being cut by a knife.
"No, I must not reveal my identity, nor can I kill to silence the witness." Mu Hanyan finally gave up the idea of killing to silence the witness.
Although her strength was comparable to that of a ninth-level swordsman thanks to the spring water condensed from Ba Xia's blood and soul, coupled with her own fifth-level swordsman cultivation, she had a great chance of killing An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe without difficulty, but she could not overcome her own hurdle.
What's more, there were more than just the two of them present. After killing them, what would happen to the others? Should they all be killed? Mu Hanyan could never do such a thing.
Unable to silence the witness, and unable to reveal her identity, she could only do her utmost to conceal the truth. As her Qi and the force violently collided and exploded, Mu Hanyan's entire body tensed. If her Qi were to leak out, it would surely be noticed. The only way to contain her Qi was to rely on her flesh and blood body to restrain it.
"Boom boom boom..." The power whirled through her body so rapidly that even if Mu Hanyan tried desperately to gather her energy, it was too late. The two forces collided again and again, exploding again and again.
Mu Hanyan's face was pale, and bright red blood oozed from the corners of her mouth. The injuries within her were even more severe than they appeared. Meridians were severed, one after another, like broken lotus roots and tangled threads. Her internal organs were in turmoil, and even her Qi Sea had shown signs of rupture. Fortunately, the Mu family's Tianxin technique cultivated the heart meridian, otherwise she would have regretted it.
Everyone was surprised to see the pain on Mu Hanyan's face.
Although the Huayu Temple has not recruited priests for several years, several descendants of old priests have experienced baptism in the past few years, so they are not unfamiliar with priest baptism.
Just like Sikong Qinglan said, the priest baptism might be a little painful, but it shouldn't be this painful. Seeing Mu Hanyan easily pass the test of the Concentration Array yesterday, everyone thought it would be just as easy today, but who knew it would turn out like this.
"A natural born priest of the gods turns out to be nothing more than this." An Xiaxin sneered.
Disappointment also crossed the faces of the other priests and commoners. Despite being discouraged by An Xiaxin yesterday, they also felt that relying solely on a natural-born divine priest to change the Lord Divine's mind was unlikely. But at least there was still hope. If Mu Hanyan truly performed exceptionally well, perhaps the Lord Divine would change his mind.
But seeing Mu Hanyan's behavior, everyone's heart sank, just like when Mu Hanyan first arrived in Huayu City. Even if this Mu Hanyan was a natural-born divine priest, she was probably the weakest among them. There was no hope of relying on her to change the Lord Divine's mind.
Sikong Qinglan saw this scene, and his eyes were filled with surprise. How could his master, who had such high expectations of her, be so unbearable? It didn't make sense. But soon, he thought of something and showed a look of sudden realization.
Indeed, from his master's last words, he had long suspected his master's whereabouts. When Mu Hanyan admitted she was the figure in the painting, he naturally guessed her origins. He didn't question her further, however. As a temple priest, he was expected to be absolutely loyal to the Lord and consider the members of the Holy Court his sworn enemies. But thinking of his master's determined gaze in his final moments, he couldn't disobey his wishes. So, he preferred to pretend he knew nothing. It was just a guess, and there was no way to be certain. This was his way of comforting himself.
But at this moment, seeing Mu Hanyan's pale face and the blood at the corner of her mouth, he couldn't even comfort himself. Obviously, Mu Hanyan was injured like this because of the conflict between the sword energy and the power in the divine stone.
After completely confirming Mu Hanyan's origin, Sikong Qinglan hesitated for a moment, but soon, he remembered Mu Hanyan's frankness and calmness when she admitted her identity. He thought that she also knew that he would guess her origin.
Sikong Qinglan smiled casually, and his eyes became firm again.
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Within her meridians, the energy and the power of the divine stone continuously collided and exploded, piercing pain flooding her mind. Mu Hanyan gritted her teeth and tensed her entire body, suppressing the explosive energy within her body. Fortunately, her strength had increased significantly at this time, and her physical defense had also increased several times. Otherwise, without the energy, she really wouldn't be able to hold on with her flesh and blood alone.
Finally, the energy was gathered in the heart meridians. The ethereal yet boundless power flowed rapidly, and all the pain disappeared. Mu Hanyan was surprised to find that the meridians that had just been ruptured were healed quickly under the nourishment of that power.
What surprised her even more was yet to come. As the power flowed, she began to hear pleasant buzzing sounds like immortal music in her body. She focused her mind and looked inward, only to see spots of light flickering and lighting up, and her meridians actually extended along with them.
Hidden vein! It was actually a hidden vein.
Mu Hanyan understood in an instant that the so-called baptism of God was to open the hidden meridians, and these hidden meridians obviously had nothing to do with the practice of swordsmanship, but were only used for the practice of priests' divine arts.
As the hidden meridians were opened one after another, the ethereal and light power formed a new cycle, repeating over and over again, gradually condensing in the heart meridian.
Finally, the light of the divine stone dimmed, and Mu Hanyan's heart meridians also gained a power that was completely different from the energy. There was no doubt that this was the power needed to cast the priest's magic.
"Congratulations." Sikong Qinglan stepped forward and said.
Seeing that Mu Hanyan looked relaxed and no longer in pain, he breathed a sigh of relief. If Mu Hanyan had been unable to endure the pain of ruptured meridians and leaked her energy, exposing her identity, he didn't know what to do.
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