I Can Use Myriad Divine Abilities-Chapter 163: Cyan Cloud Temple

Bam!

In the main hall of the Cyan Cloud Temple, a jade cup was fiercely smashed onto the ground, shattering into countless pieces.

Fragments flew everywhere, striking several Daoists standing nearby.

Including an elderly Daoist with white hair.

The old Daoist’s eye twitched, a flash of anger crossing his deep-set eyes.

But he held it in.

"Useless!"

A youth in a brocade robe jumped up and cursed, "All of you are useless trash. How could you let a duck that was already in your mouth fly away? What the hell are you doing?"

"The mighty Cyan Cloud Temple, one of the Nine Great Temples, actually let a Tier Three brat escape, and even lost a warship and a Tier Four martial artist. What a colossal joke!"

The teenager stood before the statue of the Supreme Taiyi Tribulation Venerable, pointing at the Daoist masters of Cyan Cloud Temple with bitter sarcasm, his arrogance reaching a peak.

Yet these Daoist masters were speechless, allowing the humiliation without any rebuttal.

Because the youth in the brocade robe wasn’t entirely wrong; it was all true!

Among the crowd, Master Sun was livid.

This failure, without a doubt, was mostly his fault.

The endless rambling of the youth was also pushing this mage to his limit. He stepped forward and said, "Murong Venerable, this is entirely my fault and has nothing to do with Cyan Cloud Temple. I am willing to accept punishment."

After a pause, he added, "But besides Zhang Yuan, the other six have been delivered. The Venerable can choose any one of them to perform the soul transfer ritual and reshape the true body!"

Given Master Sun’s temperament, saying such words was already a great act of endurance.

After all, the other party was merely an ordinary person, not even an Entering Force martial artist. Any Daoist present could easily kill him with a flick of a finger.

However, this was a Celestial Being, and an elite among them!

The other party could leverage connections in Qianjing to pressure the Cyan Cloud Temple to perform the soul transfer secret technique.

The cost of using this Daoist secret technique was so high that even the Cyan Cloud Temple, one of the Nine Great Temples, felt the pinch!

This Celestial Human Venerable, however, showed no regard for the temple’s sacrifice, arrogantly and wantonly humiliating them.

His reckless behavior knew no bounds!

What saddened Master Sun was that the temple had no means to counter this young lord and had to find ways to appease him.

"Hmm?"

The youth in the brocade robe rolled his eyes, glaring at Master Sun and said ominously, "I want Zhang Yuan, what are you going to do about it?"

Master Sun suppressed his overwhelming anger, lowering his eyes as he replied, "I will do my utmost to track him down and capture Zhang Yuan."

The youth scoffed, "How long will that take, and what if you can’t capture him?"

He wasn’t intentionally making it difficult.

Having learned of the events, he became quite interested in Zhang Yuan.

A teenage Tier Three martial artist taking down a Tier Four powerhouse.

Putting the mages of Cyan Cloud Temple at a loss.

Such a person must either have extraordinary talent or harbor great secrets.

And according to the data.

Zhang Yuan was also an excellent candidate for soul transfer.

Thinking about such a good host escaping right under his nose, the youth in the brocade robe couldn’t help but feel angry!

Because the cost of the soul transfer ritual was so great, he had spent a lot of favors and resources to get what he wanted, naturally wanting the best body.

Yet something went wrong.

Looking at the other six, the youth felt they were unappealing.

The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became.

Master Sun remained silent.

Though honored as a mage, he lacked the abilities of an Immortal.

Zhang Yuan wasn’t a fool; after causing such a huge stir, he must have already fled far away.

In such a vast world, where could he chase him?

Under these circumstances, what kind of guarantee could Master Sun give to the other party?

Seeing Master Sun was speechless, the youth in the brocade robe sneered, "What? Nothing to say?"

The atmosphere in the Cyan Cloud Temple’s main hall became even more oppressive.

Many Daoists’ faces showed anger.

"Enough."

An elegant man sitting next to the youth suddenly spoke, "Zihao, I suggest you pick someone and quickly complete the soul transfer."

"When you return to Qianjing, I assure you that you’ll reach Tier Five within three years!"

The man was handsome and stood tall with a noble demeanor that was extraordinarily captivating.

The youth in the brocade robe stomped, "Brother Xuanyuan!"

The handsome man shook his head, "Zihao, I came to Cyan Cloud Temple this time for your aunt’s sake. I don’t have time to play house with you here."

The young Murong Zihao opened his mouth to retort but finally bowed his head obediently, "Yes."

This cousin of his was a renowned figure in Qianjing, currently with a cultivation level of Tier Six and with great prospects of breaking through to Tier Seven within two years, considered a rising talent in the family.

Though Murong Zihao was favored, he was no match for the other.

He was mischievous but understood the gravity of the situation.

No matter how unwilling, he didn’t dare vent his frustration on him!

The mages in the hall, including Master Sun, all breathed a sigh of relief.

He gratefully bowed to the handsome man, "Thank you, Brother Xuanyuan, for your generosity."

Master Sun wasn’t much afraid of a spoiled brat like Murong Zihao.

If he weren’t a Celestial Being.

In Cyan Cloud Temple, he’d only be the lowest of the servants.

But this man with the surname Xuanyuan was different.

Even if he weren’t a Celestial Being, he’d be a formidable Tier Six powerhouse.

A presence to be respected!

The handsome man smiled lightly, "My brother’s antics, I hope you can overlook them."

He produced a white jade porcelain bottle and handed it to the nearby Daoist, "Inside are five drops of ten-thousand-year stalactite. Consider it compensation for your temple. Please accept it."

Ten-thousand-year stalactite!

The Daoists and mages in the hall immediately bowed, "Boundless Celestial Venerable!"

Ten-thousand-year stalactite is one of the Daoist Seven Treasures; it replenishes primordial energy, dispels heart demons, stabilizes the divine soul, and nurtures the true spirit. A single drop is worth thousands in gold.

Moreover, it’s priceless in the market!

With these five drops used properly, Cyan Cloud Temple could very likely gain another Grand Mage.

This compensation was indeed generous!

Their impression of him changed dramatically.

They realized the vast difference between people — even Celestial Beings weren’t all like this!

"By the way."

After offering the ten-thousand-year stalactite, the handsome man smiled again, "Please issue a reward for the capture of the escaping Zhang Yuan. Once caught, send him to Qianjing, to my Xuanyuan Mansion."

Murong Zihao, standing nearby, was shocked, "Brother Xuanyuan, are you also going to..."

"Silence!"

The handsome man’s eyes flashed with fierceness, then he calmly said, "This person is extraordinary; it’s not a bad idea to study him."

Murong Zihao shrank back, silenced.

The handsome man rose, "Gentlemen, I’ll leave the rest to you!"