"Uh..." Long Wudang slammed his head against the wall. He had originally hoped that Gao Weihu would make the decision for him, but after hearing this, the rest of the words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them anymore. He just wished he could slap himself hard twice.
Since Mu Hanyan dared to take action in the Gao family's black market, she must have something to rely on. Unless she got Gao Weihu's permission, she would not be so bold. In fact, the attitude of the black market guard just now was enough to explain the problem. He was also beaten unconscious, or scared unconscious, and he actually wanted to ask Gao Weihu to make the decision for him. Isn't that asking for trouble?
"Hehe, I knew you wouldn't give up. Looks like the lesson isn't enough." Ling Baobao said with a smile, and pressed forward again with the turtle shell in hand.
Before he could make a move, he saw a figure flash before him. Wen Gaoren swept over like a whirlwind, using his hands and feet to beat Long Wudang all over the face.
"No...ah..." In the room, Long Wudang's screams of ghosts and wolves were heard again.
Looking at Wen Gaoren's white hair and ferocious face, Ling Baobao was stunned for a long time. He had seen many ruthless people, but this was the first time he had seen someone so ruthless at such an old age.
"Please spare me, sir, I was wrong. Please spare me, I won't do it again. I really, really won't do it again. I was blinded by greed." Long Wudang's nosebleed, which had just stopped, gushed out like a fountain again. Tears streamed down his face as he cried heartbreakingly. He secretly hated himself for being so stupid. Why hadn't he learned his lesson? Why hadn't he learned his lesson yet?
"Forget it, let's not kill anyone." Looking at Wen Gaoren, who was radiating violence and shaking with excitement, Gao Weihu's mouth twitched heavily a few times. He thought to himself, where did Mu Hanyan find this ruthless guy? He is so angry at his age. If he was a few decades younger, he might be even more ruthless than himself.
"Master Wen, stop it." Mu Hanyan didn't want to really kill Long Wudang, and it was even more impossible to kill Long Wudang in the Gao family's black market. She waved her hand and said to Wen Gaoren.
This time, Wen Gaoren finally heard what she said and stopped in time, glaring at Long Wudang with an unsatisfied look.
Long Wudang curled up in the corner, now completely obedient.
"Is the Chaos Sword really in Long Wucuo's hands?" Gao Weihu asked.
"I've seen it once. It should be the legendary Chaos Sword." Long Wudang wiped the blood from his nose and answered honestly.
"That's a bit troublesome." Gao Weihu's expression became serious.
"Manager Gao, what is the origin of the Chaos Sword? Is it very powerful?" Mu Hanyan asked curiously.
Although Gao Weihu's strength is not very strong, he was born in the Temple of Life and is in charge of the Gao family's black market. His knowledge is much better than that of ordinary priests. Even he values it so much, so this Chaos God Sword is definitely not an ordinary item.
"The Chaos God Sword was forged hundreds of years ago by a gifted swordsmithing priest in the Temple of Death. It's said that the forging process involved numerous setbacks and repeated recasting, taking nearly a century to complete. The sword's quality can only be considered superior, far from comparable to those legendary divine weapons. Its key feature is its ability to disrupt divine consciousness, making it difficult for opponents to successfully cast divine spells.
The priest who forged this sword wasn't highly skilled, merely a tenth-rank divine priest, yet with this sword strike he defeated several Divine Heart priests far more powerful than himself. As the saying goes, an innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure, and this brought the priest's death upon him. Rumors spread that his cultivation went awry, leading to his demise, but anyone with a discerning eye knew he was murdered by someone seeking the treasure.
After the priest's death, the Chaos Sword disappeared and hadn't been seen for hundreds of years. Unexpectedly, it fell into Long Wucuo's hands." Gao Weihu explained in detail.
"Chief Priest Mu, I think you should not participate in this sacrificial ceremony. I also know a little about what happened in the Tianyang Temple yesterday. Long Wucuo originally wanted to provoke you to take action, and then take the opportunity to kill you. You endured it for a while and escaped the disaster, but he will definitely not be willing to accept it. If he finds an opportunity during the sacrificial ceremony, he will kill you openly without any trouble." After saying that, Gao Weihu reminded Mu Hanyan again.
Only he himself knew how much sincerity and how much falsehood he had in the word "friend". Moreover, he still owed Mu Hanyan a large sum of money. If Mu Hanyan died at the hands of Long Wucuo, it would only benefit him and not harm him. However, relying solely on the five-colored soul beads in his hand, he was not completely sure that he could improve his strength to the level of the Divine Heart Priest in a short period of time. It was very likely that he would have to ask Mu Hanyan for help. In this case, he certainly did not want Mu Hanyan to have any accidents.
"Is the Chaos Sword really that powerful?" Mu Hanyan asked.
This sacrificial ceremony was related to the rare treasure that was said to appear only once every million years. Mu Hanyan did not want to give up easily, but she was not a reckless person. She knew that Long Wucuo was full of murderous intent and wanted to harm her, but she still rushed in headfirst. So she decided to understand it clearly before making a decision.
"The rumors should not be false." Gao Weihu said affirmatively.
"Or, let's not participate." Shen Yuhe advised hesitantly.
The Huayu Temple was able to get out of the predicament all because of Mu Hanyan. She certainly didn't want Mu Hanyan to take risks. Anyway, the Huayu Temple was in a good momentum now, and even if it couldn't get that treasure, it could still hold on.
However, Mu Hanyan clearly didn't think so. The Flower Rain Temple was her foundation and her greatest shield. If her identity were ever exposed, it would be her greatest support. She wanted to rapidly improve her strength, but relying on herself was far from enough. Only a strong Flower Rain Temple could provide her with sufficient support. The Nanyan Chamber of Commerce was a prime example of this. A large portion of the cultivation resources needed by herself, Hua Yue, and the others in their later years came from the Nanyan Chamber of Commerce.
Therefore, he did not want to miss any opportunity to strengthen the Huayu Temple.
"Where is the Chaos Sword? Does Long Wucuo carry it with him?" Mu Hanyan asked Long Wudang.
"That's not the case. Anyone who dares to expose this kind of magic sword easily is almost seeking death. As far as I know, this sword is hidden in Long Wucuo's bedroom. It is sealed with many restrictions passed down from my Long family's ancestors." Long Wudang replied.
"Do you know how to do those seals?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"I have learned it, but I didn't learn it very well." Long Wudang said embarrassedly.
"It's okay as long as you've learned it." Mu Hanyan nodded.
She hadn't originally expected this playboy to master all the family's ancestral sealing techniques. Given his philandering nature, it would be strange if he could master anything. In reality, compared to his fellow dandies on the Holy Court Continent, this guy's strength was quite good. Of course, this might also be related to the more centralized power in the Temple, with cultivation resources completely controlled by the priests.
"What do you want to do?" Long Wudang looked at Mu Hanyan suspiciously, always feeling that there was something else behind her questions.
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