These days, in addition to practicing, Mu Hanyan also conducted investigations and visits everywhere, but also gained nothing.
While comforting Gao Weihu with words, Mu Hanyan was actually quite anxious. She was only at the peak of the Ninth Order Divine Heart Priest. Breaking through the bottleneck was already so difficult. Even if she managed to break through, increasing her strength would become even more difficult. God only knew when she would be promoted to Divine Soul Priest.
The only thing to be thankful for was that, just as she had guessed, after seeing her true strength, Guan Xiujing and others became wary of her and never bothered her again.
"Yeah." Gao Weihu nodded, but his frown did not relax because of Mu Hanyan's comfort.
"By the way, how's your strength?" Mu Hanyan didn't want him to keep blaming himself like this, so she changed the subject and asked.
"My strength hasn't improved much, but I have gained some insights into the divine arts." When Gao Weihu mentioned this, his brows finally relaxed a little and he replied.
"Oh?" Mu Hanyan looked at him curiously.
"The last time I saw big brother, um, it was when Gao Weilong performed the earth-shattering Nine Thunder Breaks. I was inspired by it and thought about it. The power of the magic has been greatly enhanced." Gao Weihu said.
"That's good." Mu Hanyan said with relief.
In fact, Gao Weihu is not stupid. He just gave up on himself and hid in Tianyang City to wait for death because he didn't want to break up with Gao Weilong completely. If he finally has the courage and determination to fight, his strength will increase by leaps and bounds. If he continues to work hard, he will surpass Gao Weilong one day.
"Sir, you continue to practice. I'll go out for a walk." After chatting about practice for a while, Gao Weihu stood up and said.
"Let's go together." Mu Hanyan knew that he was going to inquire about the whereabouts of the Qiankun Seal of Life and Death. She felt embarrassed to see him working so hard alone, so she stood up and walked out.
Soon, the two arrived at the market.
The Temple of Life had a large population, with over ten thousand resident priests. Its market was naturally massive, covering an area no less vast than the former Flower Rain City. The variety of medicinal herbs, elixirs, and magical instruments on sale was dazzling, far surpassing the markets of lower-tier temples' main cities.
Because most of the people in the City of Life came from extraordinary backgrounds, and many of their ancestors were once glorious, most of their families also had some treasures to protect their homes, which they would sell when their families fell into poverty. Therefore, many of the elixirs and treasures sold in this market even made Mu Hanyan secretly tempted.
However, Mu Hanyan's purpose of coming to the market was not this. She looked around at the various rare treasures sold by the vendors, listened carefully to the conversations of the vendors around her, and occasionally picked out some suitable elixirs and magical tools, taking this opportunity to secretly inquire about the news of the Qiankun Seal of Life and Death.
Unfortunately, just like before, after walking around for a long time, the two still didn't get any news.
Suddenly, several temple guards carried a young priest, squeezed through the crowd, and ran quickly towards the Temple of Life.
Mu Hanyan took a casual glance and saw that the young man was in tattered clothes, with bloody scars all over his body. His face was also covered in blood. It seemed that he was seriously injured and even his appearance was ruined.
Just as Mu Hanyan was looking at the young priest, he happened to turn his head and saw Mu Hanyan's expression froze, with a look of fear and hatred, and then he quickly turned his head away.
Mu Hanyan was also slightly stunned. Although the man's face was covered in blood and she couldn't recognize who he was at a quick glance, she could clearly see the terrified and hateful look in his eyes.
Who is this person? Does he have a grudge against me? Mu Hanyan thought secretly.
"What's wrong, Master Chief Priest, do you recognize that man?" Noticing Mu Hanyan's gaze, Gao Weihu also turned his head to look, but the temple guards had already squeezed into the crowd with the seriously injured young priest, so he couldn't see clearly who it was.
"I didn't see it clearly, so just ignore him." Mu Hanyan said indifferently.
Anyway, since she came to the Continent of Gods, she has offended so many people, and so many people hate her to the core. How could she have the time to waste her energy on them?
Turning around, Mu Hanyan took Gao Weihu and continued walking into the market.
While they were trying every possible way to find the Qiankun Seal of Life and Death, Guan Xiujing was also in dire straits.
"Master Priest, it's been two months, why haven't we found the batch of five-colored soul beads? You can afford to delay, but we can't." In the main priest's hall, Yang Wensheng and Qiu Yongcheng were blocking the door and said to Guan Xiujing with an unhappy look on their faces.
"My lords, didn't I give you the five-colored soul beads a few days ago?" Guan Xiu Jin said with a smile.
He had not received any salary since the hunting trial in the Blackwood Prison. In order to deal with these two old guys, he almost emptied his family's savings. But even so, he could not make up for the cultivation resources he owed to Yang Qiu and the others over the years.
But these two old guys are still ignorant. They block the door every now and then, not crying or making a fuss, but just refusing to leave. Now, whenever Guan Xiu Jin sees them, he gets a headache and wants to cry.
And you can't get angry. Even if you get scolded, you still have to put on a smile.
"How can that be enough? Do you think it's so easy to attack the Soul Priest?" Qiu Yongcheng rolled his eyes and said.
Guan Xiu Jin felt like cursing again. "Have you taken away too few colorful soul beads from the Temple of Life over the years? You used to put thousands of soul beads in your pockets every time you came out of seclusion, but I haven't seen you promoted to soul priests?"
After all, it's still because she lacks talent. If she really had that talent, the five-colored soul beads he gave her a few days ago would have been enough.
But he couldn't say that. Who made him feel wrong now?
"Please give me a few more days, my lords. I'll think of a solution." Guan Xiujin could only force a smile and said to the two of them with his head bowed. The crowd was so crowded that his face was almost stiff.
"Oh, forget it. You seem quite pitiful. I'll give you a few more days. If you still can't produce it, don't blame us for being ruthless." Yang Wensheng shook his head and finally let Guan Xiujing go.
But before leaving, he muttered, "The Temple of Life has been passed down for nearly a million years. When has it ever been so embarrassed? I really don't know how this chief priest became a good-for-nothing. What a loser!"
"We are so unlucky to have met such a chief priest." Qiu Yongcheng also muttered.
Their voices were quiet, but they slapped An Xiujin in the face like a resounding slap, leaving him blushing with shame. He didn't dare get angry, though. The news hadn't spread yet, but these two old men were displeased with him. If the matter got out, and word leaked, the Temple of Life would be in turmoil, and they'd probably drown him in spit.
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