Ou Dechuan and Wen Gaoren were at odds, a fact common to many. So, when Ou Dechuan sent them a letter asking them to join forces to ban Wen Gaoren, they didn't refuse. Wen Gaoren wasn't close to them, and they were paying him for his help. Since the Lingyu Temple had promised to repair the formations for each hall, charging a fee slightly lower than Wen Gaoren's, and they also owed him a favor, why not do it?
But it was not until now that they knew there was such a secret behind this matter.
Regardless of the continent, betraying one's teacher and ancestors is a taboo and has always been despised. Everyone was talking about it, full of contempt for Duan Cheng'an, and by extension, some disapproval of Ou Dechuan's character.
Although their voices were not loud, Duan Cheng'an had the cultivation level of a seventh-level divine priest after all, so it was hard for him not to hear them. His face turned red and white, and besides being ashamed, there was also a bit of hatred in his eyes when he looked at Wen Gaoren.
People like him only think about themselves when doing things, and never care about others. Otherwise, he would not betray his master for the benefits offered by the Ou family. So when he saw Wen Gaoren ruthlessly expose him, he did not think it was his own fault, but only felt that Wen Gaoren was too disrespectful and did not care about the relationship between master and disciple.
"Duan Chengan, why are you talking so much nonsense? Just say what I tell you to say." A young man yelled at Duan Chengan impatiently. It was Ou Mingzhi, the young master of the Ou family.
Mu Hanyan glanced at Ou Mingzhi. This guy had not appeared in the previous competition. Mu Hanyan originally wanted to teach him a lesson during the competition, but did not find the opportunity. She did not expect this guy to jump out at this time.
"Yes, young master." Duan Cheng'an bowed in response.
"My lords, with Master Wen's strength, repairing this formation can only save him seven or eight meteorite golds at most compared to me. But the risk is much greater. If you are not careful, all your efforts may be wasted. Not only will you lose all the meteorite gold, but the formation may even be damaged more seriously. As for saving half of the meteorite gold, it is simply empty talk." Duan Cheng'an said.
He had originally been thinking about whether he should be more tactful and give Wen Gaoren some face, but since the other party was showing no mercy, he was too lazy to be polite anymore, and his voice was full of sarcasm.
"Hmph!" Wen Gaoren snorted coldly, but did not refute, because Duan Chengan was not wrong. With his formation strength, even if he could save a few pieces of meteorite gold, the risk would indeed increase a lot.
Seeing that Wen Gaoren did not refute, everyone guessed that Duan Chengan was right, and they couldn't help but feel a little more sympathy for Wen Gaoren. He actually accepted such a traitor as his disciple. He was so unlucky.
"A frog in a well!" Mu Hanyan chuckled and said, "Have you never heard of a disciple starving his master to death? Do you think Master Wen didn't hold back when he taught you the formation?"
After hearing Mu Hanyan's words, everyone around was lost in thought. The practice of teaching apprentices to starve their masters to death was a long-standing tradition, so many priests would hold back when teaching their disciples, even going so far as to refuse to teach them until their death. This was considered a major bad habit in the priestly tradition.
The art of formations differs somewhat from the divine arts of priests. Even without a master's careful instruction, divine arts can be independently comprehended from the temple's canon. Furthermore, each person's talents and experiences vary, so sometimes one's own understanding of divine arts isn't necessarily inferior to a master's teachings. However, formations require more experience, and are passed down from generation to generation. Sometimes, a single instruction from a master can be more effective than ten years of painstaking study. Therefore, holding back is more common, and Wen Gaoren likely did indeed hold back.
"Impossible!" Duan Chengan flatly denied.
Perhaps other formation masters do have the habit of keeping some skills back when teaching their disciples, but after spending many years with Wen Gaoren, he can be sure that he has taught him everything he knows without hiding anything.
However, since he understood this, he still left the sect, which is enough to show how disloyal, unrighteous and unfilial he was.
Wen Gaoren also glanced at Mu Hanyan suspiciously. He knew exactly what he was hiding, so why would he need Mu Hanyan to remind him? Clearly, Mu Hanyan was still trying to flatter him, but wasn't she going too far? They say true can't be false, and false can't be true. If someone asked him to show off his skills, wouldn't that be a huge embarrassment?
Wen Gaoren was just beginning to worry when he heard Mu Hanyan say, "Master Wen, why don't you just show everyone your skills? Let this despicable villain who betrayed his teacher and ancestors see the essence of your formation."
Wen Gaoren was speechless. "Don't you know my background? Isn't this just exposing my past and contradicting yourself?"
"Yes, Master Wen, we haven't seen your array formation skills for many years. We didn't know you were so good at it. Why not take this opportunity to show it off and let those heartless people know your true strength." Seeing Wen Gaoren hesitant, the priests around him also advised him.
They were kind enough to speak up for Wen Gaoren, but how could they know his true background? They didn't doubt Mu Hanyan's words at all. After all, this was related to Wen Gaoren's reputation, and Mu Hanyan would never harm him.
Wen Gaoren's forehead was covered in cold sweat. It was over, it was over. This time, I was killed by the High Priest. If you hadn't said that, I would have just pretended to get away with it. But you took the initiative to force me into a dead end. Isn't this cheating me? After cheating outsiders, you are not satisfied, so you also cheat your own people.
"Master Wen, don't hesitate any longer. That despicable guy is no longer your disciple. There is no need to give him any face." Mu Hanyan continued to add fuel to the fire.
Wen Gaoren was almost crying. I was not trying to save face for him, I was trying to save face for myself, okay?
"Master Wen, please take action." The people around also looked at Wen Gaoren eagerly.
On the one hand, they were genuinely curious about his hidden array formation techniques, and on the other hand, they also hoped that he could teach Duan Chengan a lesson. Regardless of their stance, friend or foe, they all deeply detested Duan Chengan's rebellious behavior.
"Then, I'll show you my ugly side." Wen Gaoren was now completely forced to the edge of the pit. He had no choice but to jump, so he gritted his teeth and said.
Long Aoli hesitated for a moment. Logically speaking, this was a matter of the Tianyang Temple, and he didn't want the people of the Huayu Temple to get involved. However, under the independent sacrifices of the major temples, everyone expressed their sympathy and support for Wen Gaoren, so he couldn't object.
Besides, the formation that was being repaired was that of his Tianyang Temple, so no matter who took action, he would suffer no loss.
"Then here is Master Lao Wen." Long Aoli made a gesture of invitation.
Everyone is waiting to see what happens.
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