Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Seeing these people’s arrogant and domineering behavior, Mu Han’s expression turned slightly cold. As a Swordsman, she prided herself on her status and was generally reluctant to lay hands on civilians. Although she carried the reputation of a playboy in Heishi City, and indeed acted with impunity against people like Yuan Tianbo and his group, she had never bullied civilians before.

These Swordsmen dared to lay hands on an innkeeper with no cultivation at all over some trivial dissatisfaction, their arrogance seeming to know no bounds.

Yan Yuchu and Wu Qiuyun also frowned deeply. With their status, they were usually the ones bullying others; it was rare for anyone to dare point at their noses and talk back.

”We arrived at this inn first. If anyone should leave, it’s you,” Mu Han said, helping the Shopkeeper up with a cold sneer.

The guard had acted too suddenly before, completely losing the poise expected of a Swordsman, so Mu Han had been unable to act in time to stop him. Now, seeing his injuries were not light, Mu Han hurriedly took out a Healing Pill and handed it to him.

The Healing Pill was given to her by Yang Baiqiao before; it was renowned for its remarkable healing properties.

”I dare not accept, dare not accept. How am I qualified to take such a fine pill?” The Shopkeeper had good eyesight and could see that the pill was extraordinary. Flattered, he refused.

”Just take it when I tell you to,” Mu Han said assertively, stuffing the Healing Pill into his mouth and pressing several points on his back to help him absorb its power. Pills used by Swordsmen weren’t to be taken lightly by ordinary people, as they could be fatal if mishandled; however, since this pill was meant for healing, it posed no hidden danger.

As soon as the pill dissolved upon entry, the Shopkeeper felt a warmth throughout his body; all his pain vanished, leaving a comfortable and indescribable warmth. His spirit improved significantly, and his body felt full of Qi, as if he had returned to his twenties.

Only then did the Shopkeeper realize that the pill was likely more precious than he had imagined. He had turned misfortune into a blessing. Not only was he unharmed, but it might even extend his life by ten or twenty years.

Thinking of this, the Shopkeeper’s gratitude towards Mu Han deepened.

”Dare to tell us to leave? Hahaha, someone actually dares to tell us to leave!” When they heard Mu Han’s fearless words, the young man burst into laughter as if it were the funniest joke in the world. His laughter then ceased, and pointing at Mu Han with a grim face, he ordered, ”Break his arms and legs and throw him out.”

Mu Han’s hand rested on her sword hilt, wondering who this arrogant person could be, so bold as to want to break every limb of another at a simple disagreement.

Although Mu Han did not wish to cause trouble, and despite the fact that the opposing party’s hired guards were of Seventh-level Knight cultivation and clearly not to be taken lightly, she decided to teach them a harsh lesson.

As soon as they received the order, several guards charged at Mu Han with bared teeth and claws. No sword was drawn, but their fists were filled with Qi, revealing cruel smiles. They meant to do more than just break Mu Han’s limbs; they intended to cripple her.

A flash of sword light suddenly burst forth.

With screams, the guards flew out in unison, their wrists and ankles bleeding profusely, tendons severed by that single sword strike, lying on the ground wailing.

The one who acted was none other than Mu Han’s fake ”high-level lackey,” the Lord City Master, Yan Yuchu himself. He was never an easy mark. Fake, because, in reality, their relationship was that of allies, not master and henchman.