"Hmm!" Jun Jingli had only been out for a walk, but he hadn't expected to witness such a spectacle. Normally, he wouldn't mind the infighting going on behind the scenes of the Temple, but that didn't mean he couldn't watch others fight under his nose.
His voice was still as cold as ever, as if he was indifferent to everything. But for Qingluo, Jun Jingli was worthy of her life.
"Are you free?" If you are free, you have things to do, not just fighting among the dogs.
"No, it's just that Qingluo came out to welcome Saint Hua Ling. After all, she hasn't been back for such a long time." On the surface, these words were all about expressing her understanding, but in fact, she was hinting to Jun Jingli that Hua Ling was bullying and arrogant.
Jun Jingli's eyes flickered with emotion as he glanced at Qingluo before instantly looking away. "We're all saints, there's no need to be so clever."
Qingluo's face paled instantly. This wasn't the first time the Palace Master had accused her of being too clever. However, thinking of Mu Huan, who had already arrived at the Temple, she relaxed her clenched fists. No rush, she still had a trump card.
Jun Jingli pinched his brows, sweat dripping down his face. "Go and call a few elders to the secret room." He said this to Hua Ling, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Hua Ling knew what Jun Jingli's situation was, so she didn't dare to delay for even a second. She ignored Qingluo who was standing there in a daze, and quickly ran to the Elders' Council to ask for help.
Mu Huan, who was still behind the wall, could no longer hear any sound after hearing this. The topic must have ended! However, he murmured, "Secret Chamber?" Could this Palace Master have some hidden illness?
This is a great feeling!
Continuing to walk forward holding the wall, Mu Huan was now quite interested in the "secret room". If he could find the weakness of the master of the temple, then this trip to the temple would not be in vain.
Thinking of this, Mu Huan felt full of motivation.
Reaching an unguarded area, Mu Huan leaped up and easily scaled a several-meter-high wall. What a joke! For someone who had been restless and always stirring up trouble since childhood, wall climbing was just a basic skill.
It would have been fine if she hadn't flipped it open, but once she did, her eyes were stunned. "This is the Holy Temple!" Mu Huan exclaimed in a low voice. She probably wouldn't find another place as magnificent as this in Xiuling Continent.
All the large pillars were made of real gold and silver, and were inlaid with crystal cores of spirit beasts of different high levels. On top of them were several night-shining pearls that were bigger than her head.
Looking at the beams on the house, you can tell they are made of the best agarwood, and they may be quite old.
Mu Huan swallowed his saliva spinelessly. This was simply inhumane! No wonder so many people were vying to come to this damn place. I'm afraid that just a little bit of money could allow ordinary people to live a life of ease and comfort for the rest of their lives!
Mu Huan slapped his face and said, "Don't think about it! This is all sinful. Who knows where they got it through burning, killing, and looting. Don't envy me, don't be jealous! Let's get down to business first!"
"But where exactly is this secret room?" Mu Huan poked his furry head around, his big eyes rolling around.
"Saint, why are you so anxious? What happened to the Palace Master?" An old voice sounded.
Mu Huan hid almost as a conditioned reflex, watching from the dark as Hua Ling and several old men walked towards a place.
"Ling'er is not very clear about this either. Elders, please follow me to the secret room as soon as possible!" There is a reason why Jun Jingli chose Hua Ling as the official saint, because she knows what to say and what not to say.
The elders didn't know what to say. After all, they knew about the Palace Master's unpredictable temper. It was better to pretend not to know some things!
Mu Huan, who was hiding behind him, curled her lips. "You brought this upon yourself. It's none of her business." So, she crouched down and followed him stealthily.
As the name suggests, a secret room is meant to be hidden from the public, known only to a select few. Mu Huan followed them through many twists and turns, finally arriving at their destination.
"Hiss!" Mu Huan shuddered. He had never expected this so-called secret room to be a huge ice cellar. Unlike the extremely cold places where there was snow everywhere, this place was filled with large, solid blocks of ice.
"Greetings, Palace Master!" Hua Ling and several elders bowed and looked at Jun Jingli who was sitting on the ice bed.
Jun Jingli's condition was very bad. Ice flowers formed on his hands and face. His handsome face was frozen blue and his veins were bulging, as if he was in great pain.
"Palace Master, has your old illness relapsed?" Although Jun Jingli is strong, no one is perfect. Since the first generation of people who followed him in the Temple, they knew that he would always need to recuperate for a period of time within a month.
"Sorry to bother you elders!" Hua Ling knew that she couldn't help and could only stand by and watch.
Mu Huan, hiding not far away, watched the situation develop with a sly look in his eyes. It seemed that Jun Jingli really had a hidden illness! Then he thought again, even if he had a hidden illness, his strength was still as overwhelming as ever.
Keep watching. Wait until those old guys heal Jun Jingli and Hua Ling lets down her guard, then... run away!
Several elders are veteran figures in the temple and are quite trusted by Jun Jingli, but no one knows to what extent this trust is.
Jun Jingli sat on the ice bed, receiving the spiritual energy from several elders, but for some reason, the pain that used to improve quickly became worse this time.
Veins bulged on Jun Jingli's forehead, and his hair, already soaked with sweat, fell intermittently on his face, adding a touch of wildness to his otherwise cold face. This man, like a poppy, was captivating.
"Boom!" Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and all the elders were knocked to the ground, and Hua Ling, who was standing nearby, was also affected. The group of people fell into a coma, and Mu Huan was stunned.
Jun Jingli fell onto the ice bed, motionless and unresponsive. His face was filled with agony, as if he were trapped in a nightmare, unable to break free, as if bound by a demon.
Mu Huan stared for a long time, and after making sure that no one reacted, he walked out from under the huge ice block. He carefully walked to the ice bed and stretched his head to look at Jun Jingli.
"Tsk tsk tsk! Such a beauty!" Even though she looks like a sickly girl now, it still can't hide her crazy and peerless beauty.
However, Mu Huan, who had a beautiful master, didn't have any feelings towards this so-called temple master. He just thought that the other party was good-looking.
I reached out and pushed Jun Jingli's body, but there was no response...
"He's not really dead, is he?" Although Jun Jingli's face was in pain, his breathing was so shallow. If Mu Huan hadn't moved closer, one would have thought that such a powerful person was gone!
Following the principle of not meddling in other people's affairs, Mu Huan decisively chose to flee. After all, she and the temple master were strangers to each other, and since she was not a kind person, she had no need or obligation to save him.
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