Chapter 1778: Can’t Stand This Tagalong Anymore

Chapter 1778: Chapter 1778: Can’t Stand This Tagalong Anymore

Since the restoration of the fourth main array started, Wen Gaoren was astonished by her and insisted on apprenticing under her. Mu Hanyan’s refusal wasn’t firm enough, so he followed her around like a shadow, calling her Master at every turn, which left Mu Hanyan quite vexed.

Even more terrifying, no matter what instructions Mu Hanyan gave to other priests, he would relay them with his white hair swaying, in a full-fledged grand manner, "Master’s decree..."

Every time she saw his serious demeanor, Mu Hanyan felt both amused and helpless, wishing she could escape as far as possible. Until she reached her limit and threw several fits, Wen Gaoren slightly curbed his behavior.

"Master Wen, haven’t I already said that we should just exchange skills, given the varying paths of cultivation and specialized arts? There’s no need to bring up apprenticeship again." Mu Hanyan said earnestly.

No matter what, Wen Gaoren had helped so much. She couldn’t be too discouraging to him. After those fits of rage that went beyond her limit, she regretted a bit. Fortunately, Wen Gaoren wasn’t offended.

"Though the path of cultivation varies and arts are specialized, it is the Master Priest ahead of me and myself behind. How can I compare in specialized arts with the Master Priest, and where do I have the qualifications to exchange skills with the Master Priest? As the saying goes, gratitude for even a drop of water should be repaid with a gushing spring. The teaching grace you bestowed upon me makes it only natural to apprentice under you. Moreover, regarding the array formation..." Wen Gaoren spoke endlessly, spitting with excitement.

Mu Hanyan only felt a buzzing in her head, as if two flies were constantly flying back and forth near her ears. Well, calling them flies might be too harsh, they’re bees.

That’s why Mu Hanyan’s last refusal wasn’t firm enough. She hadn’t noticed when they first met; it was only later she realized this old man was a chatterbox when arguing. If not interrupted quickly, he could chatter for hours. Luckily, aside from the apprenticeship matter, Mu Hanyan didn’t argue much with him.

"We’ll talk about this later, later." Mu Hanyan quickly interrupted him.

Suddenly, she missed those apprentices from Long Yan Academy a little bit. Although she took in those apprentices out of sympathy and wanting to help them stay at Long Yan Academy, looking back now, they were much better than Wen Gaoren—mainly because they talked less and weren’t as chatty.

"Alright." Wen Gaoren said helplessly.

"Han Yan, the Mu Family is all settled in, do you want to take a look?" Ye Yi’an’s voice sounded from behind.

With most of the main array restored in Huayu Temple, and other arrays being repaired one by one, a few dozen households of commoners seemed too few, leading to large tracts of farmland being left fallow. At such times, it certainly was appropriate to recruit commoners into Huayu City.

Mu Hanyan first thought of the Mu Family. With Huayu City protected by array barriers, it would certainly be better than Mu Family Village. Furthermore, the commoners living within the city held a higher status than those with land outside the city, with more opportunities to become priests.

If Huayu Temple didn’t encounter any major mishaps, the Mu Family, who moved to Huayu City first, might become one of the city’s most powerful clans in centuries to come.

So once Mu Hanyan’s letter was received, Ye Yi’an immediately led the Mu Clan to relocate to Huayu City.

"Lord Sacrificial Officer, why bother yourself with such matters, just leave it to others to handle." Mu Hanyan quickly stepped forward to support Ye Yi’an.

Not seen for a period, Ye Yi’an’s face had aged a bit more. Although Mu Hanyan had obtained many elixirs from Long Wudang and Ou Mingzhi, including top-grade ones for replenishing and tonifying, they couldn’t stop the continued depletion of his vitality.

All from the Holy Court Continent, Mu Hanyan saw Ye Yi’an as her only relative, and she absolutely did not wish for him to leave prematurely.

"Don’t worry, my body is much better now. Huayu Temple lacks manpower. I try to help where I can." Ye Yi’an looked at Mu Hanyan kindly and said.

Huayu City, currently in ruins and in need of people, many places could double the effort with less effort using Priest Divine Techniques. He’s a Ninth-rank Divine Priest, after all, stronger than others.

"Thank you, Lord Sacrificial Officer." Mu Hanyan understood he actually didn’t want her burdened by these trivial matters, allowing her to focus on cultivation, and appreciation flooded her heart.

"Do we need to be so polite between us?" Ye Yi’an gently ruffled Mu Hanyan’s hair, smiling heartily.

Although he mistakenly thought Mu Hanyan was a Saint, as they spent more time together, he learned she was not as aloof and inaccessible as the Saints he knew, Ye Yi’an gradually got used to not treating her as a Saint and more often viewed her as a younger family member. With Mu Hanyan, there was a surprising feeling of joyful family reunion.

"Hmm." Mu Hanyan nodded.

"Right, Brother Yan, remember to prepare a banquet later to welcome Lord Sacrificial Officer and my clan members." Mu Hanyan called out to Yan Qingshan, who was just passing by.

She certainly wasn’t misusing her authority. The bountiful farmland of Huayu City had just begun harvest and couldn’t set a proper banquet. They used the grain and livestock donated to the temple by the Mu Family themselves; it’s more like giving from the sheep’s back. Who would complain?

"Master’s decree..." Wen Gaoren began nodding and shaking, quoting the master’s decree again.

Mu Hanyan wiped cold sweat, Yan Qingshan wasn’t deaf, was it necessary for you to repeat it?

Seeing Wen Gaoren’s swaying white hair and his solemn expression, Mu Hanyan fled in haste.

At dusk, golden sunlight spilled over the earth. Outside Huayu City, the wind was still frigid, but inside, there was a scene of lively enthusiasm.

Ahead of the temple at the sacrificial plaza, where Sikong Qinglan danced for divination, dozens of round tables were set, with delicious dishes emitting tempting aromas.

Though the Mu Family was new to the scene, as the "clan" of the Master Priest, naturally, no one felt distant. The exchanging of cups created an unusually close atmosphere.

Until the banquet’s conclusion approached, everyone felt still somewhat unsatisfied.

"Master, why don’t we have a few sparring matches to liven things up?" Sikong Qinglan, having a few more drinks, gathered enough courage to stand and speak to Mu Hanyan.

"Sure." Mu Hanyan smiled. With Ye Yi’an and the Mu Family in Huayu City, she felt much less burdened and in good spirits.

"I’ll go first!" Mu Tu jumped out immediately.

He was naturally strong and practiced Martial Arts well. Drinking the spring water condensed from Dragon Clan Blood Essence greatly increased his strength, boosting his confidence to the highest.

"I’ll spar a few rounds with Uncle Mu." Yan Qingshan stood up.