Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1875: The Joyful Life Winner

However, judging from Long Aoli’s lips twitching from time to time, this method seems to be working. The surrounding Long family members all showed happiness in their eyes.

“Pfft!” After the relentless efforts of several doctors, Long Aoli finally opened his eyes. The first thing he did upon waking was to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

“Family Head! (Master Priest!)” The clan members and temple priests beside him excitedly gathered around.

“How did the ritual go?” Long Aoli asked in a hoarse voice.

“It has been completed,” a priest replied.

“I still lost in the end, didn’t I?” Long Aoli asked sadly.

Although his mental state was chaotic and he fell into a frenzy, he still had some vague impression of the final moment when the barrier broke open. It was precisely because of that impression that he dared not face reality. Subconsciously, he refused to wake up, wishing he could just die like that, but in the end, he was helplessly rescued and awakened by the crowd, unable to avoid reality even if he wished to.

“Yes.” The priest answered softly.

“I thought so, that Heaven and Earth Treasure should have fallen into Han Yan’s hands, right?” Long Aoli said with a bitter smile.

Although he fainted on the scene and had no impression of the aftermath, he could easily guess that since even he was defeated, no one else could stand against Han Yan. Most likely, they wouldn’t even have the courage to face her.

Thinking about the previous match, Long Aoli felt embarrassed and furious. As the saying goes, the winner is crowned while the loser is condemned. If he had defeated Han Yan, even if he contradicted himself before, no one would dare criticize him. But unfortunately, he lost, and after using the temple formation to deploy the Wind and Thunder Domain, he still lost, and his lifetime reputation was ruined. Even if nobody dared to say anything to his face, behind his back, he would certainly be met with disdain.

The thing that infuriated him the most was that Han Yan obviously had such powerful strength; why did she need to hide it? If she had just revealed a little of her true ability when fighting with Long Wucuo, he would have approached it cautiously, and maybe this wouldn’t have happened. But she hid it until the very end, delivering the most fatal blow.

Could it be that she was so meticulously planning just to push him into irredeemable ruin?

Long Aoli had no idea that Han Yan was able to break through her bottleneck and advance to Divine Heart Priest thanks to his Wind and Thunder Domain aiding her, not as he thought with ulterior motives.

In any case, he thoroughly hated Han Yan.

“Yes, that Heaven and Earth Treasure is in Han Yan’s hands.” The priest hesitated for a moment but then answered truthfully.

One thing was guessing, but another was being certain. Hearing his affirmation, Long Aoli felt more bitter inside. After all his efforts, paying the price of ruin and disgrace, Han Yan succeeded in the end; what’s the point of such suffering?

The more Long Aoli thought about it, the angrier he became, spitting out another mouthful of black blood.

A group of Long family members and temple priests hurriedly gathered around again, feeding pills here, rubbing the heart there, and after quite some commotion, Long Aoli’s face finally regained some color.

“Master Priest, you must take care of your health. If anything happens to you, what will become of Heavenly Sun Temple, what will become of the Long family? And since Han Yan plotted against both you and the Long family so meticulously, don’t you want revenge? As long as you have your life, there’s always a chance, given your status and ability.” The priest earnestly advised.

The Long family had held power over the Heavenly Sun Temple for many years, so it wasn’t lacking in loyal members, and this person was one of them.

Hearing his words, Long Aoli’s spirit lifted slightly. Yes, after all, he was a Divine Heart Priest and a Hall Master; as long as he worked hard, there would still be a chance for revenge. If he really died here, it might be the end, but since he hadn’t died, he shouldn’t abandon hope.

To become a Hall Master, his character wasn’t lacking either. It was just that he had been in a high position for many years and had never faced defeat, resulting in temporary confusion. Now that he thought it through, his spirit improved noticeably.

“By the way, where is Wucuo?” Long Aoli asked.

“Father, I’m here.” Long Wucuo replied hesitantly, looking at Long Aoli with a flickering gaze.

“What exactly is the Chaos God Sword about?” Long Aoli asked sternly.

“The Chaos God Sword is something I found by chance at the black market in Qingning City, but I wasn’t sure if it was genuine, so I didn’t dare report it to Father.” Long Wucuo had long anticipated that Long Aoli would ask about this, and answered nervously.

Logically, having obtained such a divine sword, even if he didn’t offer it to Long Aoli out of filial piety, he should still inform him. But he feared that once it was revealed, the Chaos God Sword would be impossible to keep, so he kept it hidden all along. Now that Long Aoli asked, he could only find an excuse to get by.

“Is that so?” Long Aoli said without showing emotion, but his gaze had grown colder.

It’s said no one knows a child better than the father, and he knew Long Wucuo’s nature clearly. If he really was unsure whether the Chaos God Sword was genuine, why would he bring it out when fighting Han Yan? Furthermore, with his status and strength, was it difficult to test the sword’s authenticity? His words were obviously just excuses.

“Actually, I originally intended to give it to Father as a congratulatory gift after the ritual, but…” At this point, he suddenly paused, realizing he had misspoken.

Gift? What kind of gift? Naturally, it was a gift to celebrate Long Aoli’s triumph in the ritual, but he clearly suffered a total defeat. Saying this is like slapping his father’s face. Long Wucuo nearly slapped his own face.

“I understand. You don’t need to say anything more. I acknowledge your filial piety.” In any case, since the Chaos God Sword had already been destroyed by Han Yan, Long Aoli decided not to pursue it further.

Even without a harsh word, nor scolding Long Wucuo publicly, anyone could see that he was indeed disappointed in Long Wucuo.

And that’s understandable. If Long Wucuo hadn’t harbored selfish intentions and had offered the Chaos God Sword to Long Aoli, the final outcome might not have been like this. After all, Long Aoli had already reached the realm of Divine Heart Priest; the Chaos God Sword in his hands would be more potent.

Long Aoli surely had bottled up anger with no outlet; it’s only natural to be disappointed in him.

Long Wudang stood at the back of the crowd, seeing the scene, was delighted beyond measure. Unexpectedly, a Chaos God Sword had caused Long Aoli to suspect and feel dissatisfied with Long Wucuo, which was a fortunate outcome for him. Seeing this trend, his hope of ascending to the position of the Young Master of the Long Family was promising.

Long Wudang suddenly felt that cooperating with Han Yan indeed had a bright future, and even the matter of the Ten Thousand Ants Devouring Heart Pill earlier seemed insignificant.

“Alright, I’m fine now. Everyone can go back and rest.” Long Aoli said, waving his hand.

Originally, he intended to establish Long Wucuo as the Young Master of the Long Family after this ritual, but now privately disappointed, he didn’t have the mood for it anymore.

The only person delighted in the Long family was Long Wudang. He was indeed the true winner this time, and his future was limitless.