Chapter 1886: Chapter 1886: Damn You, Uncle

Upon seeing Ou Dechuan’s beloved son gravely injured, he felt awkward about arguing with him, and with a heart full of hatred for Duan Cheng’an, he naturally wouldn’t help.

Others, despising Duan Cheng’an’s character, also had no intention of wasting Elixirs on him.

At this moment, those who previously suspected that the Secret Technique of the Lingyu Divine Hall might have been leaked clearly understood: Priest Ou was indeed shameless to the extreme. At his age, to be so brazen was despicable. Everyone felt even more contempt.

Duan Cheng’an, vomiting blood continuously, could no longer speak. His pleading eyes scanned the crowd, only to encounter their indifferent gazes, filling his heart with unprecedented despair.

"Alas..." Wen Gaoren sighed deeply and tossed an Elixir to Duan Cheng’an.

If Duan Cheng’an were to die like this, it would be the end of his tale. He might feel a little nostalgic, but certainly not sympathetic or compassionate. Yet, seeing him struggle desperately, he felt an inexplicable discomfort.

Duan Cheng’an stared blankly at Wen Gaoren, never expecting in his wildest dreams that he would kindly give him an Elixir. After a moment, with trembling hands, Duan Cheng’an picked up the Elixir and swallowed it, gradually stopping his bleeding, and his complexion looked slightly better.

Han Yan glanced at Wen Gaoren, who felt a bit awkward, explaining, "I’m not being soft, it’s just...". But afterwards, he didn’t know how to explain further.

"Master Wen, I understand." Han Yan said with a slight smile.

She could understand Wen Gaoren’s emotions. If Duan Cheng’an had died swiftly before him, it would be a deserved death, and Wen wouldn’t have hesitated. But who isn’t moved by emotions? As master and disciple, having been together for so many years, though not quite like father and son, they weren’t far from it. How could he bear to watch Duan Cheng’an struggle to death before him?

In any case, without that Elixir, Duan Cheng’an might not have died. With it, he wouldn’t regain his cultivation, just suffer less pain. Wen Gaoren’s gesture wasn’t exactly a foolish kindness but didn’t lose his true nature over grudges. Thus, Han Yan found no fault in it.

Beside them, after Ou Dechuan’s treatment, Ou Mingzhi’s complexion also gradually returned to normal, closing his eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.

Watching Ou Dechuan’s uncertain expression, Han Yan was unsure of Ou Mingzhi’s injury’s severity or whether he could fully recover.

However, she didn’t have the leisure to fret over him. With her strength, she simply dismissed such a minor figure.

"Priest Ou, shouldn’t we settle our earlier wager?" Han Yan asked.

"Take it." Ou Dechuan replied gruffly, tossing out a heap of Meteorite Gold and several large silver notes.

"Thank you." Han Yan collected the Meteorite Gold and silver notes, leading Wen Gaoren, Sikong Qinglan, and others out of the hall.

In his heart, Ou Dechuan could only silently curse her.

"By the way, Priest Ou, if you want to gamble again, remember to find us." At the hall’s entrance, Han Yan turned back and said.

The money came too easily and too smoothly, even Lady Mu couldn’t get enough of it. Ling Baobao had already finished three slices of melon and enjoyed the spectacle thoroughly.

"Hmph." Unfortunately, Ou Dechuan wasn’t taking the bait, glaring at Han Yan with fiery eyes, then snorted coldly and turned away.

To accidentally lose a few billion in an instant, gamble again? He must have lost his mind.

If it were just losing a few billion, so be it. The key issue was Duan Cheng’an’s ultimate failure. Who would trust their Lingyu Divine Hall’s Array Formation Technique now, and who would seek their aid in the future? How could the Lingyu Divine Hall find its place in the world?

Thinking of this, he was so worried he could almost tie his intestines into knots.

Observing Ou Dechuan’s worried face, then glancing at Han Yan and the others leaving triumphantly, Chu Yanghe and other priests felt a wave of emotion: If only they knew today, why bother with the past? If he hadn’t thought recruiting Duan Cheng’an meant peace of mind, using any means to trouble Wen Gaoren, driving him to the Huayu Temple, would today’s disgrace and crisis have happened?

Duan Cheng’an also watched Wen Gaoren’s departing figure, tears unknowingly streaming down, filled with regret in his heart.

"Dragon Chief Priest, we take our leave for now." Seeing Long Aoli’s ashen face, Chu Yangping and others didn’t wish to linger, cupping their hands in farewell.

Long Aoli made no effort to retain them, simply waving them off.

"Dragon Chief Priest, we’ll leave as well." Ou Dechuan handed Ou Mingzhi over to his subordinate priest and said.

"Hold on, Priest Ou, shouldn’t we discuss certain matters?" Long Aoli stated with a stern face.

Initially, Ou Mingzhi was invited to repair the Array, but the end result was this. What’s meant to be repaired wasn’t, and instead, it was completely destroyed, while what was fixed was almost ruined. In front of everyone, it was embarrassing to settle scores with Ou Dechuan, but he couldn’t just let him go like this.

"Alright then." Ou Dechuan reluctantly replied. Although Long Aoli hadn’t explicitly stated, how could he not understand what it meant to be left alone, feeling bitter in his heart.

Others cast sympathetic glances at Ou Dechuan. If Han Yan didn’t possess such strength, Long Aoli might have included her due to her stake in the previous wager. Laying the blame on her seemed reasonable, but having suffered under her already, Long Ao dared not pursue her further and could only hold Ou Dechuan accountable.

But it was none of their concern. They were more focused on what gifts to bring to the evening banquet. If Duan Cheng’an hadn’t been so gravely injured, they wouldn’t necessarily need the Huayu Temple’s help with the Array, just lose more Meteorite Gold. Now, with Duan Cheng’an evidently crippled, they had to depend entirely on Huayu Temple.

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"Master Priest, how did you do it?" On the way back, Wen Gaoren couldn’t help but inquire of Han Yan.

Using only half of the Meteorite Gold, she had completely repaired the Array, overturning his understanding of the Array Formation Technique. No matter how he thought, he couldn’t deduce an answer.

"Ordinary Array Formation Techniques cannot unleash the Meteorite Gold’s energy to its fullest, wasting at least half. I possess a Chaos Heavenly Fire that can fully release the Meteorite Gold’s energy, naturally requiring much less." Han Yan honestly replied, withholding nothing.

Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe were both astonished. They, too, couldn’t fathom Wen Gaoren’s sudden extraordinary display of Array skill. From their knowledge, though skilled in Array, he wasn’t to such an extent. Previously, when repairing Arrays at the Huayu Temple, he hadn’t saved even a piece of Meteorite Gold.

For him to hold back wouldn’t make sense, as he utilized his own resources. Holding back would only harm himself, wouldn’t it?

Only now did they realize that Han Yan was the true mastermind! Their shock was accompanied by a sense of inferiority, for they had thought their talents respectable. Comparing themselves to Han Yan, they figured what a prodigy truly was!

The only solace lay in Han Yan being their Huayu Temple’s Master Priest; otherwise, they might have lost their motivation to cultivate in their deep-seated awe.

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