Hey, it’s okay! Long Wudang was delighted and tried to open the wooden box carefully, but it didn’t move at all.
"Haven't you eaten? Be stronger." Gao Weihu scolded.
Long Wudang bravely grabbed the lid of the box and tried to flip it up, but even if he used all his strength, the wooden box did not move at all.
"Let me try." Gao Weihu snatched the wooden box from Long Wudang's hand, shouted, and tried to open the lid, but his face flushed red, and the wooden box remained motionless.
Afterwards, Gao Weihu threw the wooden box on the ground again, stomped on it, and finally even took out the big hammer and smashed it hard, but the wooden box was still not damaged at all.
"Success, the High Priest succeeded!" Long Wudang cried with joy.
Mu Hanyan glanced at Long Wudang. She knew that she had successfully learned the Long family's ancestral sealing technique. She didn't know why he was so happy. There was no need to be a traitor.
She didn't know about Long Wudang's previous despair, and she couldn't understand his joy at surviving the disaster.
Gao Weihu sat panting on the ground, looking at Mu Hanyan with a strange look. He had absolute confidence in his own talents, especially his talent in the art of sealing. Even several experienced priests in the Temple of Life praised him highly. But when compared with Mu Hanyan, he realized that he was just a frog in a well.
No wonder Long Wudang and Ou Mingzhi were defeated by her one after another. This new chief priest of Huayu is really not to be underestimated.
Thinking of the family members who wanted to kill him, and the life-and-death battle he would face in half a year, Gao Weihu's gaze towards Mu Hanyan gradually became hot.
After learning the sealing method, it is much easier to learn the corresponding method of breaking the seal. Long Wudang just gave a brief explanation and didn't even demonstrate it, but Mu Hanyan easily broke the seal on the wooden box.
Mu Hanyan practiced a few more times, and both sealing and breaking the seal were easy and without any difficulty.
Long Wudang standing next to him was already stunned. He started to learn the ancestral sealing technique when he was in his teens, and it has been more than ten years now. After practicing for so many years, he rarely had a chance of success. Mu Hanyan actually learned it in one go, as easily as playing.
Looking at Mu Hanyan's skillful and graceful technique, Long Wudang suddenly began to doubt his own IQ.
"I remember you said that Long Wucuo added many seals and restrictions to the Chaos Sword. Do you know the others?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"The others are all evolved from this technique. There are twelve in total, and they are even more exquisite and mysterious. I will show you again." Long Wudang shook his head and stopped thinking about it to avoid getting himself beaten to a pulp.
After seeing Long Wudang's so-called twelve exquisite and mysterious changes, Mu Hanyan almost fell to the ground. These changes were not even as good as the martial arts evolved from the Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites, yet they dared to call them exquisite and mysterious.
Not only Long Wudang himself doubted his IQ, Mu Hanyan also had some doubts.
As soon as Long Wudang finished his demonstration, there was no need for him to explain. Mu Hanyan performed the hand seals one by one, and one seal after another was superimposed on the wooden box.
Although he had reminded himself long ago that comparison is the thief of envy and he should never compare himself with Mu Hanyan, when he saw the flickering and blurry sealing runes, Long Wudang was still dejected and could not utter a word for a long time with his mouth open.
"Okay, take it and play with it." Mu Hanyan threw the wooden box to Long Wudang. She was not interested in working on the seal anymore.
Those dozen or so variations were extremely crude. As long as one learned the most basic sealing method, mastering them would be easy. Only someone with Long Wudang's intelligence would find them exquisite and mysterious. She was in no mood to waste her energy on them.
"Is everything okay? Then I'll go back?" Long Wudang said cautiously to Mu Hanyan.
"Do you think it's as simple as asking you here to learn the art of sealing?" Mu Hanyan glared at Long Wudang. Although this guy didn't have a high IQ, he wasn't stupid either. How could he not know what his real purpose was? He was simply pretending to be stupid.
"Master Priest, I know you want to seize the Chaos Divine Sword, but the Long family is heavily guarded, and Long Wucuo treats it like his lifeblood. If he's away during the day, a dozen or so of his trusted followers take turns guarding it. When he returns at night, he personally guards it. Even his closest concubines are forbidden from setting foot in his room without his permission. Even if you learn the Long family's ancestral seal, it will be useless. You won't stand a chance," Long Wudang said with a gloomy face. Mu Hanyan had made it so clear, and he couldn't play dumb anymore.
"Nonsense, if the security wasn't so tight, why would I look for you? You should find a way to lure people away. You came to my Huayu Temple to cause trouble twice, and the guards you injured haven't recovered yet. I haven't settled the score with you yet, and you even dared to instigate Long Wucuo to make things difficult for me. If you can't do this well, don't blame me for being rude to you." Mu Hanyan said without allowing any argument.
Long Wudang looked at Mu Hanyan with sadness. The injuries of the guards he had injured were not serious. He had paid compensation twice and almost spent all his money. Even if the injuries were more serious, they should have healed by now, but they were not healed yet. It was obvious that Mu Hanyan was blaming him.
What’s even more infuriating is the matter of Long Wucuo. He made it very clear that it was Long Wudang and Ou Mingzhi who were in cahoots with each other, so why was he still blamed?
"Master Chief Priest, Long Wucuo is causing trouble for you because of Ou Mingzhi. It really has nothing to do with me. He actually wishes I were dead. You don't know that he repeatedly tried to harm me in the past few years. If I hadn't been lucky, I would have become a cripple. Why did I cause trouble everywhere and have affairs with other women, and even got the dirty reputation of Young Master Long Yang? It was just to make him let his guard down. How can the account between him and Ou Mingzhi be put on me?" Long Wudang couldn't help but say.
Mu Hanyan had the final say on whether the injured guards were okay or not, and he had no way to argue, but he didn't want to take the blame for Long Wucuo.
"You say it has nothing to do with you? Do you think I will believe you? Besides, it's only natural that a son pays his father's debts and a younger brother pays his brother's debts. If I don't take it from you, who should I take it from? You are brothers after all." Mu Hanyan sneered disapprovingly.
Having seen many brothers and sisters killing each other in wealthy families, she actually believed what Long Wudang said. After all, this guy's cultivation as a ninth-level divine priest was not fake. He should have good qualifications and be considered hardworking. It was indeed inconsistent with his bad reputation as Young Master Long Yang. It was very likely that he was forced to pretend to be decadent because of the pressure from Long Wucuo.
However, she still wanted to use Long Wudang, so even if she felt a little sympathy, she would never show it.
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