Hymn of Life! Mu Hanyan suddenly realized that this was the priest magic that Sikong Qinglan used when he saved the little auspicious beast last time. This was also the unique magic of the Flower Rain Temple.
Mu Hanyan had also tried to practice this divine art, but after practicing for a few days, she found that this divine art was too complicated and required a lot of time to practice. According to Sikong Qinglan, in order to truly master the Song of Life, one needs countless opportunities and accumulation bit by bit. In the history of Huayu Temple, many so-called genius priests spent their entire lives unable to enter the door, and finally died with regret.
Of course, Mu Hanyan was reluctant to waste her precious time on this, and gave up decisively after a few days.
Sikong Qinglan chanted and danced around Chen Xuefeng. Under the hazy moonlight, sparkling points of light swirled around Chen Xuefeng like fireflies, and a hint of color returned to his pale face.
"Success, I succeeded again. I never succeeded once before, but I didn't expect to succeed twice in a row recently." After Sikong Qinglan finished chanting the last part of the divine language, his face became paler than Chen Xuefeng's before because of the huge consumption of spiritual energy, but he was so excited that he could hardly control himself.
Ever since he became a disciple at the age of three, he has been diligently practicing the Song of Life. It has been nearly twenty years now, and he has become haggard and looks as if he is ten years older than his actual age, but he has never succeeded once. He thought he would live his whole life with regrets like those predecessors, but who knew that after meeting Mu Hanyan, he actually succeeded twice in a row.
Could it be that all this is related to the High Priest? Being chosen by the previous High Priest and becoming a Prayer Priest at such a young age, Sikong Qinglan was certainly no fool. Thinking of Mu Hanyan's identity and his master's last words, it was easy for him to make this connection.
Looking at Mu Hanyan, his eyes flashed with brilliance.
"Why did you save me?" Chen Xuefeng opened his eyes and looked at Mu Hanyan with some surprise.
Mu Hanyan didn't answer. Having witnessed the bandits' brutality and ruthlessness firsthand, she had no sympathy for Chen Xuefeng, let alone the thought of saving his life. At most, she wanted to keep him alive for a while while she sought the answers she desired. She didn't stop Sikong Qinglan when he performed the Hymn of Life because she knew it wasn't very reliable; it had never worked before she met him. She was just trying to save Chen Xuefeng, but she didn't expect it would actually save him.
Mu Hanyan's silence made her seem even more mysterious. It couldn't be helped. She was used to following Qu Shanling's pretense of being a charlatan. Whenever she didn't want to answer a question, she would habitually play it up.
"I was defeated just now. I will tell you everything you want to know." Seeing Mu Hanyan's unfathomable look, Chen Xuefeng actually felt a bit of inexplicable awe.
Only then did he notice the chief priest symbol on Mu Hanyan's robe. He was originally a guard of a priest family. His clansmen had served this priest family for generations. Of course, he knew what the chief priest meant. You must know that every temple has a long history, and there are countless powerful people in it, both openly and secretly. Without sufficient strength and prestige, it is impossible to become the master of a temple.
It is precisely because of this background that even though he is unwilling to admit it, deep down in his heart, he still has a natural and instinctive awe for the chief priest of the temple.
He now knew, of course, that Mu Hanyan's strength was far more than that of an eighth-rank divine priest, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to defeat him with a single sword strike. She was only in her twenties, yet possessed such formidable strength, and even surpassed her competitors to become the head priest. Her talent and reputation were self-evident.
Based on his understanding of the temple, he knew that the young high priest in front of him would have unlimited achievements in the future.
Of course, the reason why he had such wild thoughts was that he had no idea how badly the Huayu Temple had fallen before Mu Hanyan arrived. There were only about twenty priests left, and they were so poor that they couldn't even fill their stomachs.
"Go ahead." Mu Hanyan didn't know what was going on in Chen Xuefeng's mind, so she just said it lightly.
"The martial arts I practiced were found in a cave in the wilderness, and the one who led us to that cave was the man who just died under your sword." Chen Xuefeng pointed at the bandit killed by Mu Hanyan and said.
"Let me see it." Mu Hanyan stretched out her hand.
Chen Xuefeng did not hesitate and took out an ancient book from his arms and handed it to Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan flipped over and was suddenly startled.
The ancient texts recorded a martial art, but it was a hundred times more sophisticated than the one cultivated by Mu Tu and the others. It bore some resemblance to the Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites, inherited from the ancestors of the Flower Rain Temple. However, a closer look revealed a stark difference. It felt like the same combat technique, but with two different interpretations, resulting in two different methods of application.
Mu Hanyan also felt that Chen Xuefeng had not actually fully understood the martial arts techniques in the ancient book, otherwise his strength would be at least twice as strong as it is now, or even more.
For a moment, Mu Hanyan couldn't think about it carefully, so she put the ancient book away first.
"What is the origin of that person?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"His name is Mo Shiqi. He claims that his ancestors were people under the rule of Xiafeng Temple. Tens of thousands of years ago, a great-great-grandfather was a prayer priest of Xiafeng Temple. However, the talents of the descendants were mediocre and each generation was worse than the previous one. Tens of thousands of years ago, his family fell into poverty and wandered in the wilderness. He ranked seventeenth in the clan, so he was named Mo Shiqi. Because he couldn't make ends meet, he had no choice but to become a bandit." Chen Xuefeng said.
After all, he once worked for a priest family. Once he put aside his bandit nature, he began to speak in an elegant manner.
"Mo Shiqi." Mu Hanyan pondered for a moment.
It's hard to tell whether a name like that is real or fake, and there's no way to verify the authenticity of a family that's been wandering the wasteland for tens of thousands of years. These bandits aren't like the temple; it's unlikely they'd have to investigate every generation of a person's ancestors before joining them.
"How does he know the location of the cave?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"According to him, he found the map in the notes left by his ancestors. Since he was weak, he couldn't travel long distances in the wilderness alone, so he had no choice but to join us. The map was his token of allegiance to me," Chen Xuefeng said. After that, he cursed bitterly, "That kid clearly has bad intentions. He must be much stronger than me."
"Can you still find that cave?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"Yes, it's just to the west, about tens of thousands of miles away from here." Chen Xuefeng said.
"Take us there," Mu Hanyan said without hesitation. Calculating the time, and then taking into account the Red Charcoal Cloud Beast's speed, a trip there and back would be enough time for the ceremony.
At this moment, the villagers who survived the disaster came over with awe and curiosity.
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