Chapter 1841: Chapter 1841: This Time He Was Really Beaten Into Submission

"Uh..." Long Wudang crashed heavily against the wall. He was hoping that Gao Weihu would stand up for him, but upon hearing this, the remaining words caught in his throat, unable to come out, and he wished he could slap himself twice.

Since Han Yan dared to make a move in the Gao Family Black Market, she naturally had something to rely on. Unless she had the permission of Gao Weihu, how could she have such courage? In fact, the attitude of the black market guard earlier was enough to explain the problem. He was either knocked senseless, or scared out of his wits, yet he still wanted to look for Gao Weihu to stand up for him, wasn’t that asking for it?

"Hehe, I knew you wouldn’t give up. Looks like the lesson wasn’t enough." Ling Baobao said with a smile, advancing with his turtle shell.

Before he could make a move, he saw a flash before his eyes. Wen Gaoren swept over like a whirlwind, using both hands and feet to unleash a flurry of blows on Long Wudang.

"No... aow..." The room echoed with Long Wudang’s wailing cries like a ghost.

Looking at Wen Gaoren’s full head of white hair and his fierce expression, Ling Baobao was momentarily stunned. He had seen many tough characters, but it was his first time seeing someone this tough at such an old age.

"Spare me, sir, I was wrong, spare me, I’ll never dare again. I really, really won’t dare again. It was the lard covering my heart just now." The nosebleed Long Wudang had just stopped flowed out like a fountain again, his eyes pouring like rain, crying heart-wrenchingly, as if life had no meaning. He silently cursed himself for being an idiot, why hadn’t he learned his lesson yet, why wasn’t he smarter?

"Forget it, don’t cause a death." Watching Wen Gaoren’s violence radiating in all directions, shaking with excitement, Gao Weihu’s mouth twitched heavily a few times, secretly thinking, where did Han Yan find such a tough character, so fiery at such an old age, if he were a few decades younger, he might be even tougher than myself.

"Master Wen, stop please." Han Yan didn’t really want to kill Long Wudang, and it was even more impossible to kill him in the Gao Family Black Market. She waved a hand and said to Wen Gaoren.

Wen Gaoren finally heard her this time and stopped, still glaring fiercely at Long Wudang.

Long Wudang curled up in a ball in the corner, now completely subdued.

"The Chaos God Sword is really in Long Wucuo’s hands?" Gao Weihu asked.

"I saw it once, it should be the legendary Chaos God Sword." Long Wudang wiped his nosebleed and replied honestly.

"That could be somewhat troublesome." Gao Weihu’s expression turned serious.

"Manager Gao, what’s the background of the Chaos God Sword? Is it really formidable?" Han Yan asked curiously.

Although Gao Weihu’s strength wasn’t very strong, coming from the Life God Temple and also managing the Gao Family Black Market, his insight was far superior to ordinary priests. Even he was placing such importance on it, the Chaos God Sword was no ordinary item.

"The Chaos God Sword was forged by a genius priest from the Death God Temple, famous for his skill in sword forging, a few hundred years ago. It is said the forging process went through numerous setbacks and was refined repeatedly, taking nearly a hundred years to complete. The sword’s material itself is only of superior quality, far from comparable to those legendary divine weapons. The key is its ability to disrupt divine sense, making it difficult for opponents to smoothly cast divine arts.

The priest who forged this sword did not have a high cultivation, just a Tenth Rank Divine Priest, yet he defeated several Divine Heart Priests far more powerful than him with this sword. As the saying goes, ’a man without guilt harbors a fault for holding a treasure,’ that priest consequently attracted fatal disaster. It was rumored externally that he died due to losing control during cultivation, but in truth, it was known he was murdered for the treasure.

After the priest’s death, the Chaos God Sword disappeared for hundreds of years until it turned up in Long Wucuo’s possession." Gao Weihu explained in detail.

"Priest Mu, I suggest you don’t participate in the upcoming divine sacrifice ceremony. I know a bit about what happened at the Heavenly Sun Temple yesterday. Long Wucuo wanted to provoke you to make a move, then take the opportunity to attack you. If you bear with it temporarily now, he’ll surely not be reconciled. If he finds an opportunity during the ceremony, he could kill you openly without any trouble." After saying this, Gao Weihu advised Han Yan.

How much sincerity there was in the word "friend" he used, only he knew. Plus, he owed Han Yan a large sum of money; it would only be beneficial for him if Han Yan died at Long Wucuo’s hands. However, relying solely on the Five-Colored Soul Pearl, he did not have the absolute confidence to elevate his power to the level of a Divine Heart Priest in the short term. He might still need Han Yan’s help, so under such circumstances, he naturally didn’t want Han Yan to have any accidents.

"Is the Chaos God Sword really that formidable?" Han Yan asked.

This divine sacrifice ceremony concerned a treasure rumored to appear once in a million years, and Han Yan wasn’t willing to give up easily. However, she wasn’t impulsive. Knowing that Long Wucuo had a significant threat aimed at her, she didn’t foolishly walk into it, so she decided to understand the situation thoroughly before making a decision.

"The rumors shouldn’t be false." Gao Weihu confirmed.

"Why don’t we just not participate?" Shen Yuhe hesitated and advised.

Huayu Temple’s ability to emerge from predicaments was entirely because of Han Yan, and she naturally didn’t want Han Yan to take risks. Anyway, Huayu Temple was now on a good path, and even if they couldn’t obtain the treasure, they could still continue supporting themselves.

But Han Yan obviously didn’t think that way. Huayu Temple was her foundation and her greatest cover. If one day her identity were exposed, Huayu Temple might even be her greatest reliance. Moreover, if she wanted to quickly enhance her strength, relying on herself wasn’t enough. Only when Huayu Temple became strong could they provide her with sufficient support. The Nanyan Commerce was the best example of this. The cultivation resources needed in the later stages for both herself and Huayue, among others, largely came from Nanyan Commerce.

Therefore, she didn’t want to miss any opportunity to strengthen Huayu Temple.

"Where is the Chaos God Sword? Does Long Wucuo carry it with him?" Han Yan asked Long Wudang.

"No, he doesn’t. Who would dare easily expose such a divine sword, asking to die. As far as I know, this sword is hidden in Long Wucuo’s bedroom, secured with our Long Family’s ancestral seals and prohibitions." Long Wudang replied.

"Do you know those seals?" Han Yan inquired further.

"I learned them, but not really well." Long Wudang answered sheepishly.

"Learning them is enough." Han Yan nodded.

She didn’t really expect this playboy to learn all the ancestral sealing techniques of his family. It would be surprising if someone with his indulgent and idle nature could learn everything. In fact, compared with those playboys on the Holy Court Continent, his strength is not bad, but this might also be due to the temple’s more centralized power and cultivation resources being completely controlled by the priests.

"What do you intend to do?" Long Wudang looked at Han Yan suspiciously, feeling that her questions had a deeper meaning.

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