At first, Mu Hanyan was a little surprised that the guards at the city gate were so lax. After entering the city, she found out that in addition to the outermost wall, Tianyang City also had four inner walls, dividing the entire city from the inside to the outside into five parts. Every time you enter an inner city, you need to verify your identity, and each time is stricter than the last. Moreover, each wall is protected by a defensive formation, so there is no need to worry about any danger.
"Where are we going now?" Shen Yuhe asked the others.
"It's getting late, why don't we find an inn to stay in first?" Wen Gaoren said.
Anyway, they arrived a few days earlier, so it would be the same if they went to Tianyang Temple tomorrow.
"It's better to go to the Tianyang Temple to register first and let them arrange accommodation. There's no need to waste money." Sikong Qinglan said.
This sacrificial ceremony was related to the competition for the rare treasure of heaven and earth, so advance registration was required. Of course, this wasn't the main point. The main point was that the Tianyang Temple would arrange accommodations for them once they arrived, so there was no need to waste money. Having experienced the hard times of traveling on an ox cart with an empty stomach, Sikong Qinglan didn't want to waste a single cent.
"Alright, let's go to the Tianyang Temple first," Mu Hanyan said. The Soul Relic Orb hadn't been converted into money yet, and the silver he'd extorted from Long Wudang, Ou Mingzhi, and the others had already been spent on some minimal cultivation resources. He decided to save as much as possible.
"Or, let's forget it and find an inn." Chen Yuhe suddenly objected.
"What's wrong?" Mu Hanyan looked at Shen Yuhe strangely.
As far as she knew, Chen Yuhe was not a spendthrift person, and was often even more frugal than Sikong Qinglan.
"No, nothing. I'm just afraid it's too late and will cause trouble to the Tianyang Temple." Shen Yuhe hesitated for a moment and shook her head.
"What does it matter? It's their job." Sikong Qinglan said disapprovingly.
"Okay then." Shen Yuhe didn't object anymore.
After numerous inquiries, Mu Hanyan finally arrived at the Tianyang Temple, located in the heart of Tianyang City. This temple was certainly much more magnificent than the Huayu Temple. Standing below and looking up, one couldn't even see the spire that symbolized the temple's status.
"This is a restricted area of the temple. No outsiders are allowed to approach." Although the priest guarding the door knew that Mu Hanyan and the others had gone through numerous checks and there should be no problem with their identities, he still said dutifully.
"We are priests of the Huayu Temple." Mu Hanyan directly handed over her own soul tablet.
"Flower Rain Temple?" A strange look appeared on the face of the leading priest.
The Huayu Temple had not participated in any celebrations or ceremonies held by the major temples for nearly twenty years. Many people were somewhat aware of their predicament, but they had not expected them to come this time.
"It's the High Priest, my apologies!" The priest finally came to his senses after receiving the soul tablet from Mu Hanyan. He didn't dare to be disrespectful. No matter how dire the situation at the Flower Rain Temple was, the High Priest was not someone a minor priest like them could offend.
As he spoke, he returned the natal soul tablet to Mu Hanyan.
"We are here to participate in the ceremony of worshiping the gods. Please inform us." Mu Hanyan said as she put away her soul tablet.
"A sacrificial ceremony?" The priest's expression became even weirder.
If it was just an ordinary celebration ceremony, it would be fine, just showing up to make their presence felt. After all, it was once one of the most prestigious temples on the continent. However, this sacrificial ceremony was related to a rare treasure that was said to appear only once in a million years. The chief priests would fight to the death. The Huayu Temple came here to participate in the sacrificial ceremony. It would be more accurate to say that it was seeking death rather than seeking a sense of existence.
They knew that the Flower Rain Temple had not received any cultivation resources from the Life Temple for more than 20 years, and it only retained the name. In addition, with the death of the old generation of priests, the new chief priest had no strength to compete with the chief priests of other temples.
"No? Are we not qualified to participate?" Seeing the other party's increasingly strange gaze, Mu Hanyan said unhappily.
She could see what the other party meant by their gaze. Didn't they think that they didn't have the strength to compare with other temples, and that coming to participate in the sacrificial ceremony would be tantamount to seeking death?
A few months ago, Miss Mu would have been somewhat worried, but now she was completely confident. She had previously been unaware of the strengths of the priests' magic, nor the disparity between different levels, which had led to her lack of confidence. However, after battling Ou Mingzhi, Xiang Qiuzhan, and the others, her confidence soared.
According to her understanding, the chief priest of the Twelve Temples is only a tenth-level divine priest. Even if he is higher, he is at most a low-level divine heart priest. Anyone higher will go to the Temple of Life to obtain richer cultivation resources, higher-level cultivation techniques and priest magic. It is not cost-effective to stay in the Twelve Temples.
Facing such an opponent, even if she cannot defeat him, she has the confidence to protect herself. If she is really pushed to the limit, she still has the cultivation of a fifth-level swordsman. The combination of sword skills and divine arts is not as simple as one plus one. It's just that she either doesn't take action, or if she does, she must kill with one blow, which is a bit risky.
"No, no, I'll report it right away." Seeing Mu Hanyan's unfriendly expression, the other party didn't dare to say anything more and quickly turned around and ran towards the temple.
"No need to report." At this moment, a young priest came out.
"Greetings, Lord Long." The priests around him quickly bowed and saluted.
"I am Long Wucuo, the prayer priest of Tianyang Temple. Are you Mu Hanyan?" The young priest looked at Mu Hanyan arrogantly and asked.
Mu Hanyan nodded, but she was thinking in her heart, Long Wucuo, it sounds like he is also from the Long family, I wonder what his relationship with Long Wudang is.
She originally wanted to say a few polite words, but when she thought that they were from the Long family, she was too lazy to talk nonsense.
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