Chapter 1744: This Spicy Chick Is My Type
Chapter 1744: Chapter 1744: This Spicy Chick Is My Type
Although Mu Hanyan was wearing the same priest robe as An Xiaxin and the others, there were no white cloud patterns symbolizing rank embroidered on it. It was obvious that she had just passed the Priest assessment and was still an entry-level Priest without any rank.
This kind of small fry actually dared to threaten him; truly a case of the ignorant knowing no fear.
"Just a mere entry-level Priest, and she dares to threaten our Young Master Long Yang? She really doesn’t know whether she’s dead or alive!" The group of lackeys behind Long Wudang also wore expressions full of contempt.
"Young Master, I think this girl might be a bit dumb and brash, but she looks pretty good. Why don’t you just take her as another side concubine?" That short and stocky lackey’s eyes suddenly lit up as he spoke to Long Wudang with a lewd grin.
"Mm, not bad, that’s a good idea. They’re all side rooms anyway; one more is just one more." Long Wudang let his gaze roam up and down Mu Hanyan, surprise and admiration flashing in his eyes, followed by a surge of wicked gleam.
Speaking of looks, Mu Hanyan could definitely be called a peerless beauty capable of toppling kingdoms. However, back on the Holy Court Continent her reputation was too resounding; ordinary Swordsmen and Sword Masters could only look up to her from afar, so who would dare give rise to any blasphemous thoughts? As for cultivators of higher strength, most were obsessed with Cultivation and single-minded, so they only appreciated and admired her, without the slightest improper intention.
But Long Wudang simply didn’t take Mu Hanyan’s strength seriously at all. His nature was frivolous to begin with, so naturally his thoughts began to run crooked.
"What are you doing out here? Get back inside, quickly!" An Xiaxin’s expression changed as she shouted at Mu Hanyan, while secretly throwing her a meaningful glance.
Although she was being pestered relentlessly and wantonly harassed by Long Wudang, An Xiaxin knew that no matter what, she was still Huayu Temple’s Left Priest. Long Wudang wouldn’t dare go too far; at most he’d humiliate her a bit in front of everyone and gradually force her to yield. But Mu Hanyan was different. Whether in status or strength, she had absolutely no means to contend with Long Wudang. If Long Wudang really hardened his heart and forced her to go to Tianyang City, she might not even be able to find a place to argue her case.
Seeing the Anxious look in An Xiaxin’s eyes and the signal she sent, Mu Hanyan’s heart moved slightly: this Left Priest’s character actually wasn’t bad.
"Since I’m already here, why would I go back?" Long Wudang stared lustfully at Mu Hanyan and said with a strange laugh, "You haven’t even passed through the door yet and you’re already getting jealous. I like this spicy temper, hehe."
"Exactly, exactly. She should at least see what kind of status Young Master has. Being favored by him is a blessing she cultivated over several lifetimes. Of course she’d be scrambling over herself to throw into his arms." The short and stocky lackey said with a thievish grin.
The people around them all burst into uproarious laughter.
This was the first time in her life Mu Hanyan had ever been teased in such a way. A cold light flashed in her eyes, revealing a killing intent.
"Don’t be hasty, little lady. Once I’m done spoiling your Left Priest, it’ll naturally be your turn." Long Wudang laughed even more unrestrainedly, his frivolity reaching an extreme.
"Clang..." Mu Hanyan slowly drew the Cold Sky Sword. Sensing her fury, the sword edge let out a chilling hum filled with murderous intent.
The laughter around them cut off abruptly. Everyone stared at Mu Hanyan in shock.
At this moment Mu Hanyan’s face was as frosty as ice; that stunning visage was now brimming with killing intent. Although An Xiaxin was also known for her cool and elegant beauty, most of the time it came from cultivated restraint and sometimes even felt a bit affected. But when they looked at Mu Hanyan, they could truly feel a chill rising from deep within her heart, to the point that they didn’t even dare look directly at her.
Just as everyone was stunned, Mu Hanyan had already unleashed a Sword Slash.
Although she had just completed the baptism and hadn’t had time to undergo the rank assessment, and even she herself didn’t know what Realm her Priest strength had reached, the power from the Divine Soul Stone had fused with her Qi, and also contained a portion of Xuanhuang Energy she had just refined. By all rights, it shouldn’t be weak.
Aside from that, she still possessed strength comparable to a Ninth Rank Swordsman’s pure power. With a surprise attack, she might not necessarily lose to a Ninth-level Divine Priest. It was precisely this confidence that made her step forward.
All her Mental State was condensed into this single sword strike. That snowy sword light was like a bolt of lightning tearing through the sky. Leaving aside the actual power contained within this strike, the momentum alone was enough to make one’s heart tremble.
Long Wudang’s eyelids twitched and an unprecedented fear sprang up in his heart. He actually let go of An Xiaxin’s hand involuntarily and leaped backward.
And at the instant he leaped back, the Cold Sky Sword flashed with a red glow, and a... a wisp of flame about the size of a little finger floated out.
No one was seeing things. This flame really was only about the size of a little finger, weaker even than a candle flame. It drifted lightly through the air, swaying with the wind, like a ghost fire floating above a lonely grave in the night, making people’s chests feel tight with unease.
"Fireball Technique!" Everyone around was dumbfounded.
Although it was called a Fire Manipulation Divine Skill, that was just to make it sound impressive. In truth, because its power was too small, this most rudimentary Priest Divine Technique was also called the Fireball Technique by Priests.
Just now Mu Hanyan’s sword strike had possessed the aura of thunder and lightning. Forget Long Wudang; even the surrounding crowd had been given a huge fright. The Priests of Huayu Temple, though filled with shame and rage and hating Long Wudang to the bone, were genuinely afraid that Mu Hanyan would split him in half with one sword and leave them no way to explain. As for Long Wudang’s group of lackeys, they were worried that if Long Wudang died in Huayu City and they were deemed to have failed in their duty as guards, they’d have no way to answer for it when they went back. For a moment, cold sweat soaked everyone’s backs.
But who could have expected that the thunder would roar yet the rain be so meager? That sword strike that seemed full of heavenly might ended up producing... a Fireball Technique. No, calling it the Fireball Technique was already flattering her; this was clearly a Fire-flame Technique. Looking across the entire Divine Continent, there might not be another Priest capable of unleashing such a weak Priest Divine Technique.
Mu Hanyan herself was covered in metaphorical sweat. She had originally planned to open with a Fire Manipulation Divine Skill, then, relying on her power comparable to a Ninth Rank Swordsman’s, land a surprise follow-up with a Martial Arts move. Who knew such a tiny flame would appear instead, leaving her with no decent way to use her prepared follow-up.
Still, this was her first time using a Priest Divine Technique, so Mu Hanyan wasn’t too disappointed.
Long Wudang suddenly halted his steps and stared wide-eyed as that little flame slowly drifted up to his face. In an instant, his entire face flushed bright red.
The dignified son of the Heavenly Sun Temple Chief Priest, a Ninth-level Divine Priest, the famous Young Master Long Yang of Tianyang City, had actually been scared into retreating by a mere Fireball Technique... No, by a Fire-flame Technique. If this got out, wouldn’t people laugh their heads off?
"You little girl who doesn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth—if I don’t show you some real skill today, you’ll never know which way the temple doors open." Long Wudang, both enraged and humiliated, suddenly yanked out his Longsword. Cursing under his breath, he slashed fiercely at that tiny flame.
Although this little flame couldn’t possibly harm him in the slightest, letting it float up to his face would still be an enormous humiliation to him.