Chapter 1844: Chapter 1844: Who Really Looks Like a Pighead

The thought of soon realizing her dream of becoming a Temple Priest, cultivating Divine Arts, and managing properties for the Master Priest made Zhu Yulan smile so broadly that she could hardly close her mouth.

Early the next morning, Han Yan and Ling Baobao headed to the black market.

If Han Yan could master the Long Family’s Sealing Technique, she planned to deal with the Chaos God Sword. Because it involved some risk, she didn’t bring Sikong Qinglan and others, only Ling Baobao. Despite his lack of power, he was clever and often brought unexpected surprises, possibly being of great help at crucial moments.

"Master Priest, you’re here." Upon seeing Han Yan, Long Wudang quickly stood up to greet her. He seemed genuinely frightened after being beaten, bowing obediently and meekly.

"Let’s begin," Han Yan said bluntly without wasting words.

Long Wudang knew she meant the family-inherited Sealing Technique, and at this point, he could not refuse. He obediently began forming the Hand Formation.

His movements were slow, not to make it clearer for Han Yan, but due to his limited mastery of the Sealing Technique. He couldn’t speed up even if he wanted to.

Beside him, Gao Weihu watched his Hand Formation intently, obviously curious. Normally, it was inappropriate for outsiders to learn family secrets like the Sealing Divine Skill, but Gao Weihu had no such concerns.

After a full hour, Long Wudang finally finished the Hand Formation, and a flash of various lights dissipated.

"Is it done?" Gao Weihu waited for a moment, seeing no further action from Long Wudang, and asked.

"It’s done," Long Wudang replied.

"Are you messing with us?" Gao Weihu picked up the wooden box in front of Long Wudang, used for demonstration, and casually opened the lid. There was no sign of a seal, and he slapped Long Wudang’s head.

"It really is finished. The Sealing Hand Formation is like this. I never learned it well, so you can’t blame me." Long Wudang held his head, speaking pathetically.

"Such a simple Sealing Technique, and you can’t learn it? Are you a pig?" Gao Weihu scolded angrily.

With his chubby face and ears, who looked like a pig? Long Wudang mockingly cursed silently but dared not speak.

"How could my aptitude compare to Manager Gao’s? Otherwise, I would have been the Young Master of the Long Family long ago, and Long Wucuo wouldn’t have a chance to jump around," Long Wudang flattered obsequiously.

"That’s true. I was harmed by those despicable family members. With my aptitude, I would have been the Gao Family’s Young Master long ago, not dispatched to Tianyang City to manage some black market," Gao Weihu said proudly, obviously pleased with Long Wudang’s flattery.

"Out of the way, let me show you." Gao Weihu pushed Long Wudang aside and started forming the Hand Formation himself.

With flashes of strange lights in his hands, runes spun and floated.

"Seal!" With the final Hand Formation completed, the runes suddenly condensed and entered the wooden box.

"See, this is talent, this is aptitude. Learn from it," Gao Weihu said, shaking his body of fat while still self-satisfiedly patting the wooden box in front of him.

"That’s right, Manager Gao’s talent is true talent. My so-called aptitude isn’t worthy of even carrying your shoes," Long Wudang continued flattery fervently.

"Boom" Just as the words left his mouth, a loud explosion echoed.

The wooden box shattered into pieces, and Gao Weihu’s fat form was directly blown into the air, his face embedded with wooden shards, a sight that made one’s heart tremble.

"Long Wudang, how dare you mess with me!" Gao Weihu got up from the ground, pulled out the wooden shards from his face, and pounced on Long Wudang.

"I didn’t, I really didn’t! That truly is my Long Family’s inherited Sealing Technique; I don’t know how it ended up like this." Long Wudang had nowhere to hide, curled up in a corner despairingly.

Though he had learned the family-inherited Sealing Technique, he never succeeded, not even managing what Gao Weihu accomplished. He couldn’t have anticipated such consequences.

"Manager Gao, calm down. He probably didn’t mess with you; it’s likely the Sealing Technique failed, causing backlash." Han Yan advised.

"Impossible, with my natural talent, how could it fail?" Gao Weihu said dismissively.

Han Yan didn’t explain any further. She picked up another wooden box and swiftly performed the Hand Formation. Based on her experience, what Long Wudang demonstrated was indeed the Sealing Technique, and Gao Weihu’s aptitude was indeed good; he just stumbled on the last step, causing the seal to fail and backlash.

However, Gao Weihu was evidently extremely confident in his talent and very arrogant, reasoning with him was futile. Facts spoke louder anyway.

Long Wudang’s Hand Formation was slow; even Gao Weihu learned it after one attempt, and Han Yan, with her deep understanding, learned it faster. As she completed each Hand Formation, Han Yan suddenly discovered the Long Family’s Sealing Hand Technique secretly aligned with the Eight Desolate God Fall.

Indeed, like many strange and mysterious arts on the Holy Court Continent derived from Nine Heavens Star Fall and Star Falling in Eight Desolates, many secret techniques on the Divine Continent originated from Eight Desolate God Fall, but due to difficulty in complete comprehension, they evolved into different strange and mysterious arts.

After realizing this, Han Yan found it even easier to grasp the set hand technique, and her movements became quicker. In just seven and a half minutes, she finished the last hand technique, and runes entered the wooden box.

"It’s done," Han Yan said.

"Done just like that?" Having witnessed Han Yan’s quick actions, Gao Weihu felt a bit doubtful.

"Long Wudang, try it," Han Yan said to Long Wudang.

Although she had guessed the origin of the Long Family’s Sealing Technique and grasped it effortlessly, it was her first time executing such a Sealing Hand Technique, so Han Yan wasn’t completely confident. Having seen Gao Weihu’s earlier predicament, she didn’t want to take the risk herself.

"What, why me?" Long Wudang jumped like a cat with its tail stepped on.

Now he knew the consequences of failing the Sealing Technique. If Gao Weihu’s fat was blasted away, he would be shattered to the bone.

"Nonsense, if not you, then who, me?" Han Yan glared at Long Wudang.

"No, I don’t want to die, spare me!" Long Wudang was about to cry.

"Hurry, if you keep dawdling, I’ll smash you with my palm right now." Gao Weihu threatened, raising his fan-like palm.

"Don’t hit me, don’t hit me. I’ll try, okay?" Looking at Han Yan’s stoic expression and Gao Weihu’s fierce demeanor, Long Wudang eventually chose to submit.

At this moment, Long Wudang was filled with regret and more regret, wondering why he pursued An Xiaxin, why he went to Huayu City. If he hadn’t gone, he wouldn’t have met Han Yan; if he hadn’t met Han Yan, he wouldn’t have had anything to do with Gao Weihu, avoiding today’s tragic fate.

Sadly, there was no regret medicine in this world. With a determination to die, Long Wudang finally picked up the wooden box.

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