Since Ou Mingzhi's father could become the chief priest of the Lingyu Temple, the status of the Ou family is naturally beyond doubt. Ou Mingzhi was appointed as the young master since he was a child, so he was naturally highly expected by the Ou family and could even be said to be the pride of the Ou family. Wen Gaoren actually refused to accept him as a disciple. Isn't that a slap in the face of the Ou family?
For a priest family with a long history, what they value most is face. It would be strange if the Ou family would let Wen Gaoren go.
"Haha, you are worthy of being the number one formation master in Lingyu City. You really have some backbone. I want to see how long you can be tough?" Ou Mingzhi was not angry, but said with a sneer.
"Do you think you can threaten me like this? If your Ou family really has that kind of strength, why wait until today? The other temples have only been bewitched by you. When the formation cannot be repaired, they will always have to ask me for help." Wen Gaoren said disapprovingly.
Hailed as Lingyu City's number one formation master, he wasn't just a name; he was confident. If the Ou family could truly surpass him in formation techniques, how could they have tolerated him for so many years? They'd probably have started a fight long before he rejected Ou Mingzhi.
Therefore, he did not take Ou Mingzhi's threat seriously. After all, those temples would ask him for help sooner or later, so he just needed to find a place to hide for a few years. With his strength and the remaining formation materials from several priests, he was not afraid of the strong north wind in the wilderness.
"Really, Duan Cheng'an? Come and tell your master whether our Ou family has that kind of strength?" Ou Mingzhi said with a smile.
When they heard the name he called out, Wen Gaoren and several of the accompanying priests all changed their expressions.
"Master." A young man walked out of the crowd and saluted Wen Gaoren with a shy look on his face.
"Duan Cheng'an, you...you..." Wen Gaoren had already thought of something. He pointed at the young man and was so angry that his whole body was shaking and he couldn't speak.
"Master, as priests, we should serve the temple. What's more, the chief priest treats us well. Why do you insist on going your own way?" Although Duan Cheng'an felt ashamed, he still tried to persuade him.
"Duan Cheng'an, I, Wen Gaoren, am so blind. After choosing among thousands of people, I actually chose a traitor like you as my disciple. Get out of here! Get out!" Wen Gaoren pointed at Duan Cheng'an's nose and cursed loudly.
"Master Wen, why are you so angry? You said that you have lived to such an old age, but why are you not as sensible as your disciple? But to be honest, you are really good to this disciple. Not only did you teach him all your array formation skills, but you also passed on the ancestral "Divine Array Sutra" to him. Although my Ou family's array formation skills are not as good as yours, but with this "Divine Array Sutra", it is probably not far behind, hahahaha." Ou Mingzhi laughed, then took out an ancient book with yellowed pages and shook it in front of Wen Gaoren, then quickly put it away.
Although he moved quickly, Mu Hanyan still saw the three words "Divine Array Sutra" on it clearly, and also felt the ancient seal aura in it. Obviously, this ancient book on array formations has a history of at least tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years. If it were not for the protection of the seal, it would have turned to dust long ago.
"You, you traitor, you even gave him the "Divine Array Sutra". I... I will kill you!" Wen Gaoren was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, then slapped Duan Cheng'an with his palm.
"Master Wen, why are you so angry? Your disciple is a man of insight. As the saying goes, people go to high places and water flows to low places. Do you think everyone is as stupid as you?" Ou Mingzhi waved his hand and shocked Wen Gaoren so much that he retreated repeatedly.
Mu Hanyan was slightly startled. Although Wen Gaoren had devoted himself to studying the art of formations and did not put all his energy into cultivation, he was nearly a hundred years old after all and had the cultivation level of a ninth-order divine priest. Although Ou Mingzhi also looked like a ninth-order divine priest, he was able to repel Wen Gaoren so easily. Obviously, his true combat power was not as simple as it seemed.
While being surprised, Mu Hanyan was also a little puzzled: the Ou family had already obtained the "Divine Array Sutra" that had been passed down from generation to generation by Wen Gaoren's ancestors. Even his disciples had betrayed their master and defected to the Ou family, but the Ou family still refused to let him go. Wasn't this too aggressive?
If it was simply because Wen Gaoren had rejected Ou Mingzhi and offended them, then the Ou family was a bit too petty. The Ou family was, after all, the oldest and most powerful priestly family in Lingyu City, and Ou Tokugawa was the head priest of the Lingyu Temple. They shouldn't have been so petty, right?
Could there be other reasons behind this?
"Ou Mingzhi, I'm going to fight you." Just as Mu Hanyan was thinking secretly, Wen Gaoren roared. He was betrayed by his disciple and was already furious. Now he was repelled by Ou Mingzhi's palm, and he was even more ashamed and angry. He rushed up again with a roar.
"You're so shameless!" Ou Mingzhi's face darkened and he slapped out again.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Wen Gaoren was shocked and flew back again. When he landed, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and then fell on his back.
"Sir!" Several priests cried out in grief and rushed to Wen Gaoren's side to give him the pill.
"Forget it, forget it, just go away, don't worry about me anymore, just make a living on your own." Wen Gaoren was deeply hurt and said to them in despair.
"Sir!" Seeing Wen Gaoren's pale face, several people felt heartbroken and burst into tears.
"Kill him and avenge the lord." Several people stood up at the same time, drew their swords and rushed towards Ou Mingzhi and Duan Chengan who was standing behind him.
"Looking for death!" Several priests beside Ou Mingzhi flew out at the same time.
After a few flashes of strange light, Wen Gaoren's loyal followers fell to the ground, bleeding from their mouths, obviously no longer able to fight.
Although they were loyal, their strength was only that of fifth-level divine priests, while the opponent was at least sixth-level. They could injure them one by one without even drawing their swords.
"Take him back. I don't believe he won't surrender." Ou Mingzhi pointed at Wen Gaoren with a cold face and said.
"Where are the others?" asked an attendant.
"If you dare to commit the following crime, I think you are ready to die. Throw him out to feed the wild dogs." Ou Mingzhi waved his hand and said.
"Yes." Several followers walked quickly towards Wen Gaoren and others.
As for the people from the Huayu Temple standing nearby, it was as if they didn't exist to them.
"Stop!" Mu Hanyan suddenly dodged and stood in front of Wen Gaoren.
"What? Do you want to meddle in other people's business?" Ou Mingzhi looked at Mu Hanyan and said disdainfully.
"Master Wen is a guest invited by our Huayu Temple. What you are doing is showing your disrespect for the Huayu Temple," Mu Hanyan said calmly.
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