Chapter 1873: Chapter 1873: Thunderous Cheers Celebrating Victory

Leading the cheers was Sikong Qinglan, whose face turned so red from excitement that she nearly followed in Ou Dechuan’s footsteps and fainted on the spot.

Then came Wen Gaoren, so exhilarated that his lips were quivering.

Although Mu Hanyan was determined to obtain that legendary Heaven and Earth Treasure, pouring her heart and soul into it, who would have dared to believe she truly had the ability to vanquish formidable foes and claim the final victory before this moment?

And with Mu Hanyan’s ultimate triumph, Huayu Temple once again stood proudly before all the priests. Who could have predicted that just months ago, this ancient temple, one of the oldest in Divine Continent’s history, was on the brink of destruction, vulnerable to anyone’s abuse?

Gazing at Mu Hanyan’s stunningly beautiful face and her indomitable grace, Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe cheered wildly, their tears falling uncontrollably.

The sounds of thunderous applause echoed from below the platform.

Despite this contest being vastly different from the past, Mu Hanyan ultimately achieved victory without combat, intimidating other priests to concede defeat with her absolute strength, yet both the battle against Long Wucuo and the clash with Long Aoli left lasting shocks and memories for all.

Even years later, recalling these two epic battles would fill them with pride for having witnessed Mu Hanyan’s rise.

"I announce that the victor of the divine ceremony’s competition among temples is Huayu Temple’s chief priest—Mu Hanyan!" declared the Old Priest as he ascended the stage, igniting the crowd’s emotions.

As he spoke, the Old Priest handed Mu Hanyan a Beast Egg even larger than a Griffin Egg.

A Beast Egg? Mu Hanyan was slightly surprised. Wasn’t it said that this once-in-a-million-years Heaven and Earth Treasure was beneficial to the temple, not the priest? How could it be a Beast Egg? Such eggs typically hatch to become Exotic Beasts or even Divine Beasts, which should benefit the priest, right?

With puzzled feelings, Mu Hanyan accepted the Beast Egg.

Immediately, she realized she was mistaken; this was not a Beast Egg but a seed.

Mu Hanyan doubted her sight and probed it with her Divine Sense, confirming she hadn’t been mistaken. It was indeed a seed, its surface marked with vein-like patterns, its inside brimming with vitality visible to see.

Mu Hanyan found it hard to imagine what plant’s seed it was, growing to such enormity, and even harder to imagine how it maintained such vibrant life after surviving millions of years.

"What kind of seed is this?" Mu Hanyan asked instinctively.

"You’re asking me, who else could I ask? Just remember this: you must return to Huayu Temple before planting this seed, or if Heavenly Sun Temple gets it, don’t blame me," the Old Priest said with a cheerful smile.

It was apparent that despite Long Aoli and his father’s disgraceful defeat at Mu Hanyan’s hands, the Old Priest held no grudge against her. Perhaps due to his age, he had long since seen through worldly fame and wealth.

"Will it sprout once planted?" Mu Hanyan asked again.

After all, it was a million-year-old seed, and she couldn’t afford to be careless, so it was best to clarify.

"Might require a bit of Spiritual Power, like hatching Exotic Beast Eggs, though I’m not entirely sure, so experiment yourself," replied the Old Priest.

"Thank you." Seeing that he didn’t know much more, Mu Hanyan thanked him and didn’t inquire further.

Initially, she found the Old Priest rather exasperating with his antics, but seeing he bore no ill will due to the Long Aoli father and son’s incident, her impression of him improved.

In the midst of the crowd’s tidal wave of cheers, Mu Hanyan descended from the high stage, marking the successful conclusion of the divine ceremony—at least for Mu Hanyan, this outcome was perfect.

Watching Mu Hanyan leave, Chu Yanghe and others felt a complex mix of emotions. At such a young age, her strength was astonishing; Mu Hanyan’s future achievements were probably going to be extraordinary, possibly soon becoming someone they could only admire, and honestly, even now they looked up to her as a towering presence.

Thinking of how they had previously joined forces against her, they regretted deeply. Fortunately, they withdrew in time, eventually supporting Mu Hanyan against Ou Mingzhi’s instigations, and Mu Hanyan expressed some goodwill, so there was still a chance to mend things.

All the chief priests remained silent but shared the same thought: how could they reconcile with Mu Hanyan to let bygones be bygones?

Amidst the crowd below the platform, a stern-faced man watched Mu Hanyan’s retreating figure with a gaze growing increasingly grave. He was the owner of the Demon Dragon from the depths of the wilderness.

"Could it be her?" the man murmured wistfully.

"Who?" the shadow-like young man beside him asked instinctively.

"An old friend, my lifelong rival," the man replied, raising his head with a sigh.

His gaze was so profound, as though spanning time and space, and countless memories from aeons ago resurfaced in his heart.

She indeed still lives, nine-life reincarnation—which life is this? Must be the last, he guessed.

His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an icy murderous intent.

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Returning to the Gu family, Mu Hanyan had just gotten off the carriage when she saw a suspicious figure hiding in the corner—Long Wudang, how come he appeared at this moment?

Considering the tense situation, it was likely that most priests from Heavenly Sun Temple harbored deep animosity towards her; yet Long Wudang dared to sneak over to meet—wasn’t he afraid of getting beaten by Long Aoli until near-death?

"What brought you here?" Mu Hanyan approached Long Wudang and asked quietly, while cautiously scanning the surroundings. She appreciated his previous kind warning and didn’t want to endanger him.

Little did she know, Long Wudang didn’t want to come either, but he had no choice. Every day without an antidote was another day he couldn’t relax, tossing and turning each night without sleeping, wasting away until he lost a significant amount of weight, and if he didn’t come he’d likely waste away in depression.

Seeing Long Wucuo’s final sword of defeat, he suddenly realized he guessed wrong—the Chaos God Sword did fall into Mu Hanyan’s hands, though even Long Wucuo wasn’t aware, prompting him to run over for the antidote with newfound determination.

Fortunately, with his father and brother both severely injured and the Long Family in turmoil, slipping away for a brief moment went unnoticed. Thinking of the "fortunate" situation, Long Wudang felt oddly uncomfortable; indeed, he was quite unfilial.

"I’m here for the antidote," Long Wudang pleaded pitifully with Mu Hanyan.

"What antidote?" Mu Hanyan looked at him in confusion.

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