Chapter 1884: Chapter 1884: Watching the Drama with Melon in Hand

Are you kidding me? Ou Dechuan and Duan Cheng’an’s actions were all within her expectations, and she even intentionally misled them. How could she not dare? She was just worried that agreeing too readily might raise Ou Dechuan’s suspicions, so she had to put on a show to make sure he was fully hooked.

To be fair, Mu Hanyan’s portrayal of a conflicted and uncertain demeanor was truly remarkable. Not only Ou Dechuan but even Chu Yanghe and others were deceived by it.

"Could it be that the array formation technique Master Wen used earlier is really an unpublished secret of the Lingyu Divine Hall?"

"If that’s the case, then he’s a bit unscrupulous. He clearly learned the Lingyu Divine Hall’s unpublished secrets but refused to officially serve the hall. No wonder Ou Dechuan turned against him." Chu Yanghe and others skeptically glanced at Ou Dechuan, then at Wen Gaoren, pondering silently.

"Priest Mu, have you made up your mind? Are you betting or not?" Ou Dechuan urged. Han Yan was afraid he might change his mind and not take the bait, while he was also worried that Han Yan wouldn’t take the challenge. After all, he was relying on Duan Cheng’an to vindicate his own reputation and that of the Lingyu Divine Hall.

"Wait a moment, let me discuss with Master Wen." Han Yan dragged Wen Gaoren to a corner of the hall, away from everyone else.

"Master Priest, Ou Dechuan is clearly spouting nonsense..." Wen Gaoren lowered his voice, speaking to Han Yan.

He was actually puzzled by Han Yan’s actions. The matter of the array formation technique was known only to Han Yan in the whole world, so why was she consulting him?

"I know, I just wanted to ask you; you know something about these Priests. Do you know if there’s anything in their tastes we need to avoid? When we return and Family Head Gu prepares the feast, we should be mindful. Those who like spicy food should be served spicy dishes, those who like sweet should get sweet dishes, and those who prefer sour get sour. Although they’re trying to cozy up to us now, we are still the hosts, and we shouldn’t be rude. Also, when the Dual Priests and Prayer Priest arrive at the halls, they shouldn’t be neglected; everyone should be taken care of..." Han Yan said with a serious and worried expression.

"..." Wen Gaoren was dumbfounded. He thought she was really discussing betting matters, but who would have thought she was concerned with the Priests’ tastes, and she seemed genuinely worried.

He wasn’t slow-witted, and after a brief moment of surprise, he guessed what was happening from Han Yan’s incongruous questioning: The Master Priest was worried that Ou Dechuan wouldn’t take the bait, so she was deliberately putting on a show for him.

"It seems, it seems there’s nothing special." Wen Gaoren racked his brains and finally answered.

"That’s good, then when we get back, I’ll let Family Head Gu handle it as he sees fit. Also, you and Qing Lan discuss what you like to eat and order whatever you want. We shouldn’t be compromising among ourselves." Han Yan seriously reminded again.

Wen Gaoren was both amused and exasperated. Why did all discussions end up being about what to eat for dinner? The Master Priest was influenced by Ling Baobao, also preparing to become a foodie?

"Alright, three times is three times; we will bet." Ending the discussion about dinner, Han Yan returned to the crowd with a resolute expression.

"Wait, why don’t we bet bigger, five times? Priest Mu, do you dare?" Ou Dechuan said, a bit excited.

If Han Yan agreed too readily, he might really worry because, as the saying goes, "When something is unusual, there’s bound to be something suspicious," and it’s not a bad thing to be cautious. However, Han Yan’s display of hesitation and worry put him at ease completely.

Although he himself wasn’t fond of gambling and didn’t understand the psychology of gamblers, having reached his current cultivation and status, who knows how many trials he’d undergone. The more hesitant the opponent, the less confident they must be, and this principle he understood well.

Since the opponent was clearly lacking in confidence, he naturally shouldn’t have any scruples but bravely forge ahead!

In detail, the path of cultivation is often a gamble itself, only that others bet money and property while cultivators bet their lives. There are quite a few similarities indeed.

"Five times? What’s there to be afraid of? Five times it is; I’ll bet." Han Yan hesitated slightly, then gritted her teeth and said.

The expression on her face was somewhat helpless, somewhat heroic, as if being cornered into a fight.

Behind her, Wen Gaoren suppressed his amusement, his face turning deep red, almost developing an internal injury from holding it in.

It seemed that the Master Priest’s performance had worked. Ou Dechuan had indeed raised the stakes to five times, apparently convinced of their lack of confidence. If he knew what the Master Priest and he had truly been discussing, wouldn’t he be so angry he’d spew blood on the spot?

"Sigh, I’m sure, if this old guy entered a casino, he’d lose even his underwear. No, he doesn’t need to enter a casino. If he continues playing with Han Yan, he won’t even keep his underwear." Ling Baobao looked at Ou Dechuan with sympathy and said.

Although he didn’t know what Han Yan and Wen Gaoren had discussed, having a mother who played dirty tricks without consequence, he was all too familiar with such tactics.

Beside him, Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe were looking at him curiously. Seeing Han Yan’s worried and hesitant expression, and Ou Dechuan’s confident gaze, even they were a bit hesitant. Yet, Ling Baobao was full of confidence in her. What was going on here? No, they definitely had to find out later.

"Priest Mu, is it a deal?" Ou Dechuan, unaware of his impending loss, urged, afraid Han Yan would change her mind.

"Deal!" Han Yan was waiting for those words, and she said them decisively.

As soon as she said it, she couldn’t help but reveal a satisfied smile.

For some reason, seeing that familiar smile, Ou Dechuan suddenly felt an ominous premonition. However, the matter had come this far, there was naturally no room for regret. An illusion, it must be an illusion. Ou Dechuan shook his head hard, forcing himself to dismiss the inexplicable foreboding from his mind.

"Cheng’an, begin." Ou Dechuan said to Duan Cheng’an, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Yes, Master Priest." Duan Cheng’an bowed, his expression unusually solemn.

He knew the bet wasn’t just about a few times the Meteorite Gold and Silver Tael; it was about his own reputation and even more about the reputation of the Lingyu Divine Hall. If he failed, let alone himself having no future prospects, the entire Lingyu Divine Hall’s name would be tarnished.

Stepping forward a few steps, Duan Cheng’an formed a hand formation, and a shadowy image of an array slowly emerged before him.

Han Yan squinted, smiling as she watched the scene unfold. Ling Baobao, meanwhile, had somehow pulled out a melon, truly watching the spectacle while munching on it.

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