"That one is called Zhou Kewu, the right priest of Qingning Temple, who practices the magic of light. That one is called Fang Donglai, the punishment priest of Lingyu Temple, who practices the magic of earth. That one is called..." Anyway, since he had nothing to do, he might as well just watch the fun. Wen Gaoren introduced to Mu Hanyan the priests who went up to the platform to draw lots.
I didn’t know the rules of the competition before and thought Mu Hanyan would fight with these priests, so Wen Gaoren spent a day collecting their information. Now it seems that it was a waste of effort.
As he was speaking, Long Wucuo walked up to the platform. To show respect, every priest would salute the chief priests after drawing lots. Long Wucuo was no exception. However, when he saluted Mu Hanyan, he paused obviously, looked at Mu Hanyan with extreme arrogance and contempt, and his lips moved viciously a few times.
Although he didn't say anything, Mu Hanyan understood what he meant: You are lucky and have escaped this disaster for the time being.
Mu Hanyan changed her mind for a moment and understood what was going on.
Long Wucuo must have been unaware of the rules, assuming the chief priests would participate directly in the competition. Perhaps they had rigged the draw, placing him in the same group as them and catching him off guard. With the rules changed, his chances of fighting him were significantly reduced. Apparently, he hadn't yet discovered the Chaos Sword, which was why he thought he'd dodged a bullet.
The other chief priests were not blind. Even if Long Wucuo did not say anything, even if they did not understand his lip shape, it was not difficult to see the provocation on his face. However, they did not have a good impression of Mu Hanyan and were too lazy to meddle in other people's business. They just pretended that they did not see anything. They even felt secretly amused in their hearts. As a chief priest, she was actually provoked in such a face, and no one said anything. She had no way to deal with it.
"We let you take the limelight, and now you're frustrated." Several chief priests couldn't help but think with schadenfreude in their hearts.
Their close followers behind them showed expressions of ridicule.
"How dare you!" At this moment, Mu Hanyan suddenly reached out and slapped Long Wucuo in the face.
"Snap!" After a crisp sound, five bright red fingerprints appeared on Long Wucuo's face, and he turned half a circle on the spot.
Mu Hanyan swung her arm with all her strength when she slapped him, and he was completely unprepared, so it was a relief that he didn't fall to the ground.
There was silence on and off the stage. Everyone was stunned when they saw the bright red fingerprints on Long Wucuo's face. The sneers on the faces of the close followers behind the chief priests also froze completely.
"Which temple are you from? How dare you insult the chief priest and commit treason!" Mu Hanyan scolded angrily.
"You are slandering me!" Long Wucuo's reaction was much faster than Long Wudang's. He immediately roared angrily and grasped the hilt of the sword.
"What? It's one thing for you to commit insubordination, but you dare to attack me during this sacrificial ceremony?" Mu Hanyan said with a sneer.
Long Wucuo shuddered slightly, loosening his grip on the sword. A few days ago, at the gates of the Tianyang Temple, he had dared to deliberately provoke Mu Hanyan into action because he had pre-arranged it. With everyone around him, he could just kill her and have an excuse. But now, in front of so many outsiders, all priests from the various major temples, he didn't dare to attack Mu Hanyan again, regardless of whether he was right or wrong.
After all, the temple has its own laws. Some conflicts in private are nothing, but in public, the dignity of the chief priest of a temple cannot be offended.
"Chief Priest Mu, what's going on?" Long Aoli asked in a deep voice.
Long Wucuo is his son, and he was slapped in front of so many people. He had to stand up for him.
"Chief Priest Long, who is this arrogant and rude person?" Mu Hanyan asked knowingly.
"His name is Long Wucuo, and that is my son." Long Aoli replied with a dark face.
He had also heard about Long Wucuo's troubles at the Flower Rain Temple a few days ago. How could Mu Hanyan not recognize Long Wucuo? He was clearly playing dumb.
"So it's Young Master Long. I remember now. I seem to have seen him before. Since you are the son of Chief Priest Long's family, I won't bother with you for your previous rudeness. Go away. Don't do it again. The majesty of the Chief Priest is not something that anyone can offend." Mu Hanyan patted his head as if he had suddenly realized something, then scolded him a few words, waved his hand, and said magnanimously.
"Master Priest Mu, I think you haven't given me an explanation for what happened just now?" Long Aoli's face darkened even further. His precious son had been slapped in public, and that was the end of it. Mu Hanyan really didn't take him, Long Aoli, seriously.
"What's there to explain? Long Wucuo was so arrogant and rude that he humiliated and insulted me. You must have heard it. For the sake of Chief Priest Long, I won't bother with him." Mu Hanyan said disapprovingly.
"Master Priest Mu, my son insulted and cursed you, how come I didn't hear it?" Long Aoli said with a cold snort.
"Didn't Chief Priest Long hear it? How is that possible? Qinglan, Yuhe, you should have all heard it, right?" Mu Hanyan looked at Long Aoli in surprise and turned to ask.
"I heard it, I heard it. As the son of the Long family and a prayer priest of the Tianyang Temple, he actually committed treason and disregarded the distinction between superiors and subordinates, humiliating and slandering the chief priest of the Huayu Temple. If it weren't for the kindness of my chief priest who refused to argue with him, we would have to ask the chief priest Long to uphold justice today." Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe smiled secretly, nodding their heads like chickens pecking at rice, and said indignantly.
"I heard it too. Although my Huayu Temple has been in decline for many years, it is still one of the oldest temples on the continent. The dignified chief priest was actually insulted and humiliated in public. Where is justice, where is justice..." Wen Gaoren beat his chest and stamped his feet, tears streaming down his face. His face flushed and he wailed loudly, almost out of breath.
Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe both broke into a cold sweat for him. He was just talking nonsense following the chief priest's words. Why was he so involved in it? He was already quite old. What if he got so excited that he had a cerebral hemorrhage?
The other officiating priests watched Wen Gaoren's passionate performance with a frown on their faces. Wen Gaoren was once Lingyu City's foremost formation master, so they knew him. However, in their impression, this old man was always aloof, aloof, and serious. Why did he become so shameless today?
They could see that Mu Hanyan was clearly playing dirty, and Wen Gaoren knew it, yet he still howled so passionately and heart-wrenchingly. If they hadn't been right next to him, they might have misunderstood that Long Wucuo had said something extremely disrespectful, which was why the people in the Flower Rain Temple were so angry.
Insidious, shameless, and awesome!
Ou Dechuan's face was even more gloomy. Although Wen Gaoren was a registered priest of the Lingyu Temple, he had refused to serve his Ou family for so many years. No matter how he tried to persuade him, it was useless. Now he had defected to the Huayu Temple. In order to please Mu Hanyan, he even threw away his reputation. It was obvious that he had never taken himself, the chief priest, seriously before.
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