Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Overjoyed at first, Pang Dezong was about to take action. Although he harbored too much envy, jealousy, and hatred for Mu Hanyan’s good fortune, he couldn’t really let him die here and bear the crime of murder.

”Eh, what’s going on?” Just then, Mu Hanyan’s surprised voice came through.

The golden light dissipated, and Pang Dezong saw the golden cloak on Mu Hanyan’s body once more.

This is unreasonable, totally unreasonable! How could anyone live like this? Pang Dezong clutched his head, his hands yanking his hair from one to two, as the bitter experiences he had with the Cangxuan Cloud Silk sprang to mind once again, filling him with so much frustration he felt like vomiting blood.

And what happened next completely shattered him.

”How can it be so simple, it makes no sense.” Mu Hanyan was thoroughly baffled and simply continued to make hand gestures.

As the light of the finger Qi flickered slightly, the cloak vanished from his body and the next hand gesture made a glimmer of golden light dance, bringing the cloak back again.

Mu Hanyan quickly performed hand gestures, and the cloak on his body disappeared and reappeared, just like a magic trick.

Pang Dezong in front had completely lost it, standing still like a statue.

”Impossible, impossible, you couldn’t possibly do it. Even Master couldn’t do it, how could you possibly achieve it?” After a while, Pang Dezong pointed at Mu Hanyan, trembling all over as he muttered to himself.

He remembered his Master telling him on his deathbed that his thirty-six hand gestures were actually evolved from the ancient Sealing Technique. If the right method was used, it should be possible to completely Prohibit the formidable power within the Cangxuan Cloud Silk, and thereafter, control it at will.

Unfortunately, that technique was too profound and mystical. He had spent his whole life but was unable to find the correct sequence of hand gestures, nor could he truly Seal the hidden power within the Cangxuan Cloud Silk, so every attempt was a gamble.

When he first heard this, Pang Dezong still harbored a sliver of hope, thinking that with his own talent, he would one day fulfill his Master’s unfulfilled wish. But after so many years and failures, he had finally given up.

It was also because of this reason that he dared to give the Cangxuan Cloud Silk to Mu Hanyan. But what he did not expect at all was happening.

Mu Hanyan hadn’t noticed it, but he had. Alongside Mu Hanyan’s repeated hand gestures, a piece of light golden embroidery-like pattern on her clothing appeared and disappeared along with the cloak, but it never returned to the iron box again.

He... he had stumbled upon it by accident. He had completely Sealed the formidable power within the Cangxuan Cloud Silk, accomplishing what even his Master had not. He had turned the Cangxuan Cloud Silk into a true Divine Artifact!

A real Divine Artifact, who lugs around a big iron box everywhere? At that moment, when the cloak on Mu Hanyan’s body disappeared and the embroidery-like golden silk threads appeared on her clothing, that was the true body of the Cangxuan Cloud Silk Divine Artifact.

It must be an illusion. Pang Dezong stretched out his finger and pinched himself hard. Indeed, he felt nothing, it was certainly an illusion.

”Ah... Master, what are you doing?” Just when Pang Dezong was heaving a sigh of relief, a scream like that of a slaughtering pig came from beside him.

Pang Dezong looked at his own fingers clamped on his waist and instantly went pale; this was no illusion, everything was real.