Chapter 1802: Chapter 1802: Habitual Profoundness

Life Hymn! Han Yan suddenly realized that this was the very Priest Divine Technique Sikong Qinglan used last time to save the Little Auspicious Beast, and it was also the unique Divine Arts of Huayu Temple.

Han Yan had also tried to cultivate this Divine Art for a few days, only to find it too complicated and cumbersome, requiring a great deal of time to practice. According to Sikong Qinglan, to truly master the Life Hymn, one needed countless opportunities to accumulate bit by bit. Many so-called genius priests in the history of Huayu Temple had spent their entire lives without even getting started, eventually dying with regret.

Of course, Han Yan was unwilling to waste her precious time on this and decisively gave up after a few days.

Sikong Qinglan chanted while dancing the Great God Dance around Chen Xuefeng. Under the hazy moonlight, glittering light spots swirled around Chen Xuefeng like fireflies, and a hint of color returned to his pale face.

"I succeeded, I succeeded again. I never succeeded before, but recently I’ve managed to succeed twice in a row," Sikong Qinglan said after finishing the final segment of the Divine Language. His face turned paler than Chen Xuefeng’s, yet he was so excited that he couldn’t contain himself.

From the age of three, when he entered his master’s school, he had diligently cultivated the Life Hymn. Nearly twenty years passed, and he had become haggard, looking ten years older than his actual age, yet he had never succeeded once. He thought he would die with regret like his predecessors, but who knew that after meeting Han Yan, he would succeed twice in a row.

Could all of this be related to the Master Priest? Being favored by the previous Master Priest at such a young age and becoming a Prayer Priest, Sikong Qinglan was no fool. Considering Han Yan’s identity and his master’s last words, it was easy for him to connect the dots.

Looking at Han Yan, his eyes flashed with brilliance.

"Why did you save me?" Chen Xuefeng opened his eyes, looking at Han Yan with some surprise.

Han Yan did not answer. Having witnessed the brutality of the bandits firsthand, she felt no pity for Chen Xuefeng, nor did she intend to save his life, merely wanting to keep him alive long enough to get the answers she wanted. When Sikong Qinglan used the Life Hymn, she did not stop him because she knew his Life Hymn was unreliable, never having succeeded before meeting her. It was purely a desperate measure, but unexpectedly, it worked and brought Chen Xuefeng back.

Han Yan’s silent demeanor exuded even more profundity. She couldn’t help it, having put on an enigmatic act for so long following Qu Shanling, she’d become accustomed to adopting a mystifying demeanor whenever she didn’t want to answer a question.

"I lost earlier. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know," seeing Han Yan’s inscrutable look, Chen Xuefeng felt a strange sense of awe.

It was then that he noticed the Master Priest emblem on Han Yan’s priest robe. Having once been a guard for a Priest Family, where generations served the priests, he naturally understood what it meant to be a Master Priest. Every temple is steeped in a long-held legacy, harboring countless powerful figures in the open and the shadows alike. Without great strength and sufficient prestige, one could never become a Hall Master.

Because of his background, he had an innate reverence for the Divine Temple Chief Priest, even if he was reluctant to admit it.

Now, he understood that Han Yan’s abilities were far beyond those of a Level 8 Divine Priest, or else she couldn’t have defeated him with a single sword strike. Despite being only in her twenties, she possessed such vast power and managed to outdo other competitors to become the Master Priest. Her natural talent and reputation were self-evident.

Based on his understanding of the temple, this young Master Priest before him was bound to achieve remarkable feats in the future.

Of course, the reason for his rampant imagination was that he was completely unaware of how far the Huayu Temple had fallen before Han Yan’s arrival, reduced to only about twenty priests who were so impoverished they couldn’t even fill their bellies.

"Speak," Han Yan said blandly, unaware of Chen Xuefeng’s tumultuous thoughts.

"The Martial Arts I cultivated were found in a stone cave in the wilderness, and the person who led us to the cave was the one you just killed with your sword," Chen Xuefeng pointed to the bandit slain by Han Yan and said.

"Let me see it," Han Yan extended her hand.

Without hesitation, Chen Xuefeng took out an ancient book from his chest and handed it to Han Yan.

Han Yan skimmed through it, and her heart was suddenly shocked.

The ancient book indeed recorded Martial Arts, but it was far more exquisite than what Mu Tu and others cultivated, somewhat similar to the Eight Desolate God Fall passed down by Huayu Temple, yet upon closer inspection, it felt vastly different. It seemed like the same Combat Skills, but due to different understandings, two different application methods had evolved.

Han Yan also noticed that Chen Xuefeng had not fully comprehended the Martial Arts within the ancient book, or else his strength would be at least double what it was now.

At this moment, Han Yan couldn’t thoroughly comprehend it, so she put the ancient book away for now.

"Who is that person?" Han Yan asked again.

"His name is Mo Shiqi, and he claims his ancestors were under the jurisdiction of Xiafeng Temple, and tens of thousands of years ago, one of his great ancestors was a Prayer Priest at Xiafeng Temple. However, his descendants were mediocre, declining over the generations, leading to impoverishment and wandering the wilderness thousands of years ago. He ranked seventeenth in his tribe, so he was named Mo Shiqi, and because their lives were unsustainable, they resorted to becoming bandits," Chen Xuefeng said.

Having served a Priest Family, when he restrained his bandit nature, he spoke in a rather refined manner.

"Mo Shiqi," Han Yan murmured.

The truth of such a name is hard to ascertain, especially from a family that had fallen into ruin in the wilderness for tens of thousands of years. As these bandits were unlike a temple, it wasn’t as if anyone joining needed to have their ancestry scrutinized for eighteen generations.

"How did he know the cave’s location?" Han Yan continued to ask.

"According to him, he found a map among notes left by his ancestors. Because his strength was lacking and he couldn’t journey alone across the wilderness, he had to rely on us. That map was also his pledge to me," Chen Xuefeng said, then cursed resentfully, "That kid was obviously up to no good, as his strength should have been far superior to mine."

"Can you still find the cave?" Han Yan asked.

"Yes, it’s to the west, about tens of thousands of miles from here," Chen Xuefeng said.

"Take us to see it," Han Yan said unhesitatingly. Calculating the time and considering the speed of the Red Charcoal Cloud Smoke Beast, a round trip could be made in time for the sacred ceremony.

Just then, the villagers, who had barely escaped disaster, approached with both reverence and curiosity.

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