Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 73: 73 I’m not willing to accept this

”How is Feng Er’s wound? Has it reached his Heart Meridian?”

At the Great Elder’s residence, as soon as the top doctor finished examining Mu Feng’s injuries, the Great Elder asked hastily.

Injuries to muscles and bones were not a big deal and could always be healed, but if the Heart Meridian was damaged, Mu Feng would be completely finished. After all, the Mu Family’s Heavenly Heart Technique was different from ordinary Cultivation Techniques; the most important aspect was the Heart Meridian.

”There is no damage to the Heart Meridian,” the doctor answered hesitantly.

”That’s good, that’s very good,” the Great Elder failed to notice his hesitation and, hearing that Mu Feng’s Heart Meridian was unharmed, heaved a long sigh of relief and exclaimed joyfully.

”However, although Young Master Feng’s Heart Meridian is fine, his internal organs have shifted, and his meridians are ruptured. His injuries are extremely serious. Without a year or two of recuperation, forget about making further progress; it’s unlikely he’ll even recover his previous strength.”

”What?!” The Great Elder was stunned and then, gritting his teeth, said, ”That Mu Hanyan, such a ruthless method, not even caring for the slightest familial sentiment, to deal such a vicious blow.”

As he bit down on his words, he completely forgot one thing—if Mu Hanyan had not unexpectedly possessed the strength of a Sixth-tier Swordsman, the one who would be injured now would be Mu Hanyan, and his injuries would probably have been more than twice as serious as Mu Feng’s, not to mention whether his Heart Meridian could stay intact.

”Mu Hanyan, I’ll kill him, I must kill him!” Hearing the doctor’s words, Mu Feng cried out in both sorrow and rage, almost hysterically.

”Kill? With what will you kill? Can you beat him? Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough?” The Great Elder was already in a bad mood, and these words made him even more irritable, with a tinge of anger, he couldn’t help but scold loudly.

No wonder he was so angry; Mu Feng was his only grandson and his only hope. The reason he coveted the Family Head position was, in the end, to build a foundation for this sole descendent.

Over the years, he had devoted nearly all resources to Mu Feng, artificially pushing his Cultivation to the level of a Fifth Rank Swordsman. He had thought that with this fight against Mu Hanyan, Mu Feng would shine brilliantly and establish an unshakeable position among the new generation of the family, smoothly obtain the Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill, and thereafter swiftly rise even higher, also bringing him honor. But who could have expected such an outcome?

Despite Mu Feng’s hysterical howling, upon being scolded by his grandfather, he quieted down immediately, like a mouse encountering a cat, his screams turning into low murmurs, ”I know I can’t beat him, but I can’t accept this, I just can’t.”

”You can’t accept it? Do you think I can?” The Great Elder growled in a low voice like a wounded beast.

”Strength, right, strength. That waste Mu Hanyan, I’ve been watching him all these years. How could I not know what he’s made of? How could he suddenly have the strength of a Sixth-tier Swordsman?” Mu Feng, as if reminded, said resentfully.

The Great Elder was silent for a moment, indeed finding the situation peculiar; he had simply been too preoccupied with Mu Feng’s injuries to think further.

”I’ve got it, it must be the Vessel Cutting Marrow Cleansing Pill. Mu Rui’an must have given the Vessel Cutting Marrow Cleansing Pill to Mu Hanyan in secret; otherwise, that waste could never have possessed such strength,” Mu Feng declared with certainty.

”That’s the only possibility,” the Great Elder nodded, unable to think of any other explanation.