Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1751: Chapter 1751: Qian Ji Is About to Awaken

Subsequently, An Xiaxin chanted while performing a grand dance like Sikong Qinglan; it turns out that performing the grand dance was not his exclusive skill. One sealing hand gesture after another was cast, and a beam of light descended from the sky, projecting onto that token. Mu Hanyan’s name flashed with a silver light, as if it were deeply etched into the token.

Mu Hanyan was slightly taken aback, suddenly realizing that she seemed to have overlooked something.

”This token is both the Master Priest’s nameplate and the Lifebound Soul Token. At this moment, the Divine Soul Lifebound Fire of the Master Priest should be burning on the altar of the Main Temple. It won’t be long before all the temples receive the news of the Master’s ascension to the position of Master Priest,” An Xiaxin explained, noticing Mu Hanyan’s slight surprise.

Only then did Mu Hanyan realize what she had overlooked. It turned out to be the Lifebound Soul Token, which was also connected to the Main Temple. She had carelessly written her true name, and she wasn’t sure if it would cause any trouble.

But An Xiaxin had already completed the grand dance, and it was too late to say anything now. She could only hope that her information hadn’t returned to the Divine Continent yet and that no one knew her true identity.

In the distant wilderness, on the ancient temple’s altar that had experienced millions of years of history, rows of candle flames flickered gently. Suddenly, a mysterious light flashed, and a candle flame that had long extinguished at the side sparked into life again.

”Huayu Temple!” The man in front of the altar furrowed his brow.

His face was stern, appearing to be in his early middle age, but upon closer inspection, his expression was full of weathered marks, brimming with fatigue, as if he were an elder of hundreds or thousands of years.

He is the ruler of the Divine Continent— the Divine Lord!

”Lord Divine, it seems that Lord Qian Ji is about to awaken.” At this moment, a young priest hurriedly arrived, speaking with joy.

”Is that so?” The Divine Lord suddenly stood up, showing a look of delight in his eyes.

”Fine, let them fend for themselves.” The Divine Lord briskly left the Main Temple, and as he departed, he took a last glance at the wavering Divine Soul Lifebound Fire, murmuring to himself. As for the name on the Lifebound Soul Token, he didn’t even bother to give it another look.

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On the second floor of Huayu Temple, Mu Hanyan was flipping through the cultivation insights left by former Master Priests when faint sounds of quarreling reached her ears.

”Priest Zuo, although Lord Mu just defeated Long Wudang and helped us greatly, and we are all immensely grateful to her, it might be improper to hand over the position of Master Priest, which has been passed down through the generations of our ancestors, to an outsider.”

”Right Priest, please reconsider this matter. We ask the esteemed lords to deliberate carefully.”

”Lord Sikong, although the former Master Priest did not expressly say it on his deathbed, he has always placed high hopes on you in recent years. To hand over the position of Master Priest like this would be a disappointment to his efforts.”

”In truth, we all greatly admire Lord Mu’s strength and character. Perhaps the three lords could draw lots to decide who becomes the Master Priest, and then the available position should be taken by Lord Mu, whether it be Left Priest, Right Priest, or Prayer Priest; we would have no objections.”

”Yes, yes, whether Left Priest, Right Priest, or Prayer Priest, we would have no objections.”

The quarrel was not intense, or rather, it sounded more like a request. After all, Mu Hanyan had just repelled Long Wudang, saving them and restoring Huayu Temple’s reputation, and generously shared those elixirs with everyone. All the priests were grateful and full of admiration for her, so they maintained an appropriate level of respect in their speech.

Mu Hanyan did not find it strange; this outcome was well within her expectations.

According to Huayu Temple’s tradition, when a Master Priest dies, a new Master Priest is chosen from among the Left Priest, Right Priest, and Prayer Priest. These priests have passed down their lineage from generation to generation, and until now, no outsider has ever become the Master Priest of Huayu Temple.

This is perhaps why Huayu Temple has been able to survive and remain standing in the face of such adversity.

Mu Hanyan had just arrived at Huayu Temple for one day, and the three High Priests had relinquished the position of Master Priest to her. No wonder others found it hard to understand.

In fact, being willing to let Mu Hanyan take on the role of Left Priest, Right Priest, or Prayer Priest already demonstrated their recognition of her. After all, according to tradition, these roles have never been given to outsiders, only to the descendants of the three High Priests’ disciples, passed down through generations.

”Let’s speak no more of it; our minds are made up.” Sikong Qinglan gestured dismissively.

Although his strength was the weakest of the three High Priests, the priests and guards following him were the most loyal. Once he made up his mind, others rarely disagreed.

Sure enough, seeing his resolute attitude, the sounds of debate quickly subsided.

”I know some of you are puzzled, but Huayu Temple has reached the final critical moment of life and death. Even if I don’t say it, you all know that with the abilities of the three of us, we are not enough to lead Huayu Temple out of its predicament.

Mu Hanyan’s strength and courage have all been witnessed by you, and only she can help Huayu Temple rise again and reclaim its former glory,” An Xiaxin stated decisively.

The priest guards surrounding them fell silent. They had grown up with An Xiaxin and the others, and even watched them grow up, knowing their personalities extremely well. Although An Xiaxin had feigned cold arrogance in recent years to establish the image of the Left Priest and uphold the image of Huayu Temple, everyone knew she was not much stronger than Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan in temperament. Relying on them to lead Huayu Temple out of its crisis was indeed unlikely.

And from the previous battle between Mu Hanyan and Long Wudang, one could see her strategy, wisdom, decisiveness, and determination, without a trace of hesitation, evidently making her more suited to be the Master Priest than An Xiaxin and the others.

As for her strength, it goes without saying; although her true strength was never fully assessed, resulting in her priest robe only having an Eighth-tier Cloud Pattern embroidered, everyone knew her strength likely exceeded An Xiaxin and the others by a notch.

”The Left Priest is right. If we want to preserve Huayu Temple, only Mu Hanyan can achieve it,” Shen Yuhe also said resolutely.

Upon hearing the sentiments of the High Priests, even those with grievances found it hard to object further.

”We pay homage to the Master Priest.” Towards evening, when Mu Hanyan descended the stairs, led by An Xiaxin, a group of priest guards bowed in respect.

Although they might not fully accept Mu Hanyan as the Master Priest just yet, since the three High Priests had made their decision, they could only comply.