"Who are you? How dare you hurt my priest of the Earth Temple?" The young man looked at the people knocked to the ground by Long Wudang, then looked at Mu Hanyan and his group, and asked sternly.
"Why don't you ask what's going on first?" Mu Hanyan frowned and said.
"It doesn't matter what happened. What matters is that you injured people from my Earth Temple. You clearly don't take my Earth Temple seriously. Today I will seek justice for them!" said the young man domineeringly.
Here comes another unreasonable person who blindly protects his shortcomings! Mu Hanyan and Jiang Qiling all shook their heads secretly.
It would be fine if Zuo Qiuhan was always unreasonable and protected his shortcomings, after all, he was quite strong. But what did this guy in front of him have? At most, he had the cultivation level of a third-level Divine Heart Priest. What qualifications did he have to be so arrogant and protect his shortcomings?
But after taking a closer look at the group he brought with him, Mu Hanyan understood where his confidence came from. Most of the nearly one hundred priests were of low cultivation, merely first- and second-rank Divine Heart Priests. But among the remaining half, there were many third-, fourth-, and even fifth-rank Divine Heart Priests. Overall, they were a force to be reckoned with. At the very least, they had the capital to act arrogantly against the lower-level temples.
"Who are you?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"Listen carefully, this is the Requiem Priest of the Earth Temple..." A young priest with greasy hair and powdered face stepped forward and said with a flattering face.
He was the Requiem Priest of the Earth Temple, and so young? Mu Hanyan and the others were slightly taken aback. Although Requiem Priests held the lowest rank among the priests, with little to do besides performing rituals and shamanic dances, they were still Requiem Priests of a higher temple, no lower than the Chief Priest of a lower temple. How could he be so young? And his strength seemed a little too weak. Could it be that he was hiding his true strength?
"Master Shi Leshui..."
"The young master of the family, Shi Renjie!" Just when Mu Hanyan and others were surprised and puzzled, two more followers stepped forward, put their hands on their hips and spoke in a rhythmic manner.
"Pfft!" Jiang Qiling laughed out loud, and Mu Hanyan and others couldn't help laughing.
After all the fuss, it turned out that he was the son of the Requiem Priest of the Earth Temple. Why couldn't he just say one sentence? Why did he have to make such a big fuss? They are simply a bunch of jokers.
"What are you laughing at? Tell me, where are you from?" Shi Renjie's face darkened and he pointed at Mu Hanyan and the others and asked.
"Huayu Temple." Mu Hanyan said briefly.
"You are so bold! A mere lower-level temple dares to ignore my Earth Temple. Now I give you two choices. First, voluntarily hand over all the five-colored soul beads on your body as an apology, and I will spare you. Second, let us beat you up, and then hand over all the five-colored soul beads." Shi Renjie shouted.
In fact, when he saw his companions being knocked to the ground, Shi Renjie was still a little afraid of Mu Hanyan and others. After all, there were only five of them, while Lu Guanyu had seven. However, the other five were unharmed, but six of Lu Guanyu's people were lying on the ground. It was obvious that the other side was quite strong.
However, upon hearing they were from the Flower Rain Temple, he immediately felt relieved. Compared to Lu Guanyu, he was more perceptive and, without his men's prompting, immediately realized the origins of the Flower Rain Temple. Like everyone else, he didn't take this temple, long abandoned by the Lord God, seriously.
"Yes, hand over the five-colored soul beads and I will let you live, otherwise I will beat you so hard that even your mother won't recognize you." The priests under him also shouted.
Nearly a hundred people shouted in unison, and the momentum was earth-shaking.
"I choose the third one." Mu Hanyan said.
"Are you deaf? There are only two choices, no third." Shi Renjie said ferociously with his eyes wide open.
"Yes, just beat you all down. Isn't that the third option?" Mu Hanyan said seriously.
"You beat us down, but you don't even see how many of us there are. There are only a few of you, ha... ha..." Shi Renjie was stunned, looking at Mu Hanyan as if she were a fool, and almost got a stitch in his side laughing.
"Let's do it. Let them see how powerful our Earth Temple is." Shi Renjie suddenly stopped laughing and shouted at his priests.
"Clang!" Nearly a hundred priests drew their swords at the same time.
Long Wudang also drew out his sword, Gao Weihu also took out the giant axe, but Jiang Qiling and Mu Hanyan just clenched their fists.
I've been idle for so many days, so it's a good opportunity to stretch my muscles with these lively guys. However, with their strength, it's really not worth it to draw swords.
"Zheng!" Just as a brutal torture was about to begin, the sound of a piano rang out.
Subconsciously looking in the direction where the piano music came from, he saw a young man on the top of the mountain where Lu Guanyu and others rushed down, gently playing the piano and looking at the crowd below with a faint gaze.
The man was about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, with bright eyes and a handsome demeanor. His well-tailored robe fluttered in the breeze, giving him an air of uninhibited elegance. A young servant in blue, with rosy lips and white teeth, served respectfully behind him, adding a touch of elegance to his demeanor.
As his fingers flicked the strings, a tinkling sound was heard, like jade beads falling on a plate, or rain hitting lotus leaves, but with a hint of the murderous intent of iron horses and golden swords.
When they saw this man, Shi Renjie, Lu Guanyu and others' expressions changed slightly.
"Let's go!" Shi Renjie looked at the man unwillingly, turned around and left with Lu Guanyu and others.
The turmoil subsided, and Mu Hanyan and the others looked at the man playing the zither atop the mountain, somewhat surprised. Shi Renjie and Lu Guanyu, though somewhat frivolous, were still significantly higher in status than the average priest. Backed by a group of subordinates, they were even more unscrupulous. Yet, facing this man, they retreated without a fight, without even a single word from him. Clearly, they had suffered at his hands before.
The man's gaze swept over Mu Hanyan and the others, and finally, he lingered on Mu Hanyan for a brief moment, with a hint of approval in his eyes.
Mu Hanyan was secretly curious and didn't notice the change in his eyes.
The man lightly pressed the strings with both hands, paused, and then slowly stood up. Although these were simple movements, they still gave off a sense of fluidity and grandeur, clearly indicating a distinguished background. Upon seeing him rise, the servant quickly stepped forward, picked up the guqin, and strapped it to his back.
The man stepped into the air, flying towards Mu Hanyan and the others. He stood tall and graceful, his hands behind his back, striding along the wind. The sunlight cast a few rays of light behind him, making him look even more ethereal and like an immortal.
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