Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Reborn to her former world, Han Yan was not just a sharp and revealing blade, but also a sword stained with blood.

For a beast like Jian Zhongtian, what’s the harm in killing him once more?

Such scum, why should she bother herself with him?

When night fell, a slender figure appeared atop the high courtyard wall.

Under the cold moonlight, her pitch-black hair danced lightly with the wind, revealing a strikingly beautiful face with a charm that captivated souls. Her flowing garments billowed as if she were a fairy descended from the Moon Palace.

Nobody would imagine that she, the notorious Han Yan of Heishi City—who could even stop babies from crying at night—was the Big Playboy Mu!

Jiang Zhongtian once was a high official in the Capital and had close ties with many families; she did not want to cause trouble for the Mu Family.

This was the first time Han Yan had donned women’s clothing and returned to her original appearance since her rebirth; she felt a sense of tranquility come over her, but simultaneously, her heart turned ice cold.

”My lord, it seems someone is approaching, most likely a foe rather than a friend,” a guard whispered, leaning close to Jiang Zhongtian, who was enjoying a drink in the inner courtyard.

”Ha, having lived in the Capital for so many years, it’s inevitable to offend a few people. It’s not surprising that someone would come seeking vengeance,” Jiang Zhongtian replied with a chuckle.

”My lord, should we ask for reinforcements from the City Lord’s Mansion? We didn’t bring many guards with us on this trip,” the cautious guard asked.

”No need,” Jiang Zhongtian waved his hand and an aged shadow silently emerged from the darkness.

Seeing this person, the guard’s expression shifted subtly to one of fear and realization hit him; no wonder his lord was not worried. With this person here, what was there to be concerned about?

”Kill him?” the old man asked, in a straightforward manner.

Jiang Zhongtian nodded nonchalantly and lifted his cup of wine.

No matter who the visitor was, the outcome would be the same: his death was certain!

He had complete confidence in this Family Assassin, who had followed him for more than forty years.

Walking on a path lit by the silvery frost of the moonlight, Han Yan made her way toward the inner courtyard. An aged yet slightly hunchbacked figure blocked her view; despite his advanced age, a scar at the corner of his eye remained fierce and frightful.

”This is not a place where you should be, leave now. I do not wish to kill,” the old man said coldly, slightly taken aback at the sight of the stunning beauty before him.

Although still hunchbacked, his demeanor was arrogantly proud.

”Jiang Renyi?” Han Yan asked.

”You know me?” the old man asked with a hint of surprise.

Han Yan smiled faintly, for how could she not recognize him, even after so many years? Jiang Renyi was one of Jiang Zhongtian’s most secretive and formidable personal guards.

Although his name signified benevolence and justice, he was infamously cruel and merciless. Jiang Zhongtian had committed countless evils with many enemies, yet always lived a carefree life, largely thanks to Renyi’s malicious assistance.

”Who are you?” Spotting the faint smile on Han Yan’s face, Jiang Renyi felt a premonition of unease and asked with a frown.

”The one who will kill you,” Han Yan’s smile brightened, and suddenly, her longsword leaped from its sheath.

”Hmph, courting death!” Having followed Jiang Zhongtian for many years, Jiang Renyi was battle-hardened and reacted much quicker than an ordinary person.

At the slightest movement of Han Yan’s shoulder, he was already on guard; with a flick of his finger, his longsword unsheathed and thrust towards Han Yan’s throat.

His speed was even faster than Han Yan’s, but what was more terrifying was the illusion of his swordplay, which seemed like thousands of cold plums scattering about, making it hard to distinguish the real from the fake.

Ninth Rank Swordsman—Illusion Sword Skill!