Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 737: 737 turns misfortune into fortune

”Success, it truly is a success,” Qu Shanling shouted in ecstatic frenzy, tears of joy gleaming in his eyes.

In his mind, the face of his Master surfaced once again. He remembered the earnest hope in his Master’s eyes when he first taught him the Heavenly Star Seal Breaking Technique, as well as the disappointment when, after years of rigorous practice, he still couldn’t grasp its essence. Even so, the Master never scolded him, continuing to care for him in every possible way. The disappointment in his Master’s expression was fleeting, quickly hidden away, as though he was afraid that seeing it would make him sad.

”Master, I’ve finally learned it. I’ve finally done it. Can you see? Can you see that I’ve finally learned it? Master, where on earth are you, can you see this?” Tears streamed down Qu Shanling’s face, a man in his forties weeping like a child.

Seeing the tears of joy and longing on Qu Shanling’s face, Mu Hanyan and the others couldn’t help being moved, silently gazing at the large pool.

The surface, which appeared to have been washed by rain, had become impeccably clean, faintly emitting a dark green glow that conveyed a sense of weight, as if it were made of indestructible fine steel. The entire pool was densely covered with patterns, among which were countless tiny characters that exuded a sense of solemnity and reverence.

Yet, the aura that seeped from it was filled with a sense of ethereal beauty, refreshing the spirit.

”What exactly is this?” Jiang Yuzhe asked curiously.

Hearing his words, Qu Shanling was brought back to reality, suddenly pondering a question: According to the previous situation, he should not have been able to break the seal with his own strength; it was far more likely for him to have been severely injured by the recoil instead. Fortunately, that final Light Talisman appeared just in time to break the seal, allowing him to escape unharmed. Why had this happened?

Qu Shanling’s gaze turned to Mu Hanyan. Among those present, only Mu Hanyan understood the Star Illusion Thousand Machine Technique, and only she could have possibly broken the seal at the crucial moment.

But when he had recited the Heavenly Star Seal Breaking Technique, she had clearly been ignorant and had even asked him about it in confusion. Could it be that she learned it by following his Hand Formation? How could that be possible? He remembered how it took him over a decade just to get started, so how could she have learned it after just a few glances?

No matter how hard Qu Shanling thought, he just couldn’t understand. If he knew that Mu Hanyan had learned not only the Heavenly Star Seal Breaking Technique from him but even the Star Illusion Thousand Machine Technique, he wondered what he would think.

”Master Qu, what exactly is this?” Mu Hanyan noticed the confusion in Qu Shanling’s eyes, but she couldn’t be bothered to explain. In fact, even she hadn’t expected that by simply mimicking and executing a few Hand Formations, she would so easily break the seal.

Was it luck again? Glancing at the sleepy piglet lying on her chest, Mu Hanyan wasn’t sure, nor did she have the inclination to dwell on it. What concerned her more was what exactly this large pool was all about?

It wasn’t until the seal was broken that she felt the power contained within — this was no mere Swordsman’s strike, it was almost on par with that of a Sword Saint. Had she not been there, Qu Shanling wouldn’t have even known how he died.

After hearing Mu Hanyan’s words, Qu Shanling temporarily suppressed his doubts and stepped forward to inspect it closely. Gradually, a look of wild joy spread across his face.

”The Sword Cleaning Pool, this is the Sword Cleaning Pool!” Qu Shanling trembled with excitement.

”What Sword Cleaning Pool?” Seeing Qu Shanling so worked up, Zirong asked, utterly perplexed.

”Swordsmith, you’ve heard of them, right? And the saying that it takes ten years to forge a sword, ten years to polish it? The true Divine Weapons are all forged and refined through thousands of hammerings and countless hardships. As the saying goes, ’The edge of a treasure sword comes from its sharpening.’ For the truly peerless Divine Swords, not only is the forging crucial, but so is the polishing, and this Sword Cleaning Pool is where swordsmiths sharpen their craft,” Qu Shanling explained rapidly, his hands gently caressing the smooth pool walls, his eyes filled with such affection that it gave one goosebumps.

”Just say it’s a whetstone, what’s so special about it?” Zirong said, unimpressed.

”A whetstone? You actually think of this as just a whetstone? This is the legendary Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond,” Qu Shanling laughed heartily.

Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond! Mu Hanyan’s heart stirred. Others might not know the origins of the Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond, but she happened to know a bit.

”Our swordsmiths from the Holy Court Continent have been passing down their craft for generations, either through master and disciple or from father to child. Whether it’s the furnaces used for sword casting or the pools used for sword polishing, they are naturally passed down from generation to generation as well. The more profound the background of a swordsmith, the more ancient the inheritance of the furnace and the Sword Cleaning Pool. It is said that some Sword Cleaning Pools passed down from ancient times have been in existence for hundreds of thousands of years. Generation after generation of swordsmiths have used them for forging and sharpening, and countless blades, including Divine Weapons and even Divine Artifacts, have emerged from them.

Over time, the spiritual essence of the swords would converge within them. Such furnaces are called Sword Heart Bone Forging Furnaces, and such pools are known as Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Ponds.

Using a Sword Heart Bone Forging Furnace to cast swords can turn even a pile of scrap metal into a sharp weapon that can slice hairs. As for the Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond, if it were just ordinary swords, it would be nothing special, but if the swords are already of high quality and then polished there, they might gain a spirit and turn into the legendary Divine Artifacts!” Qu Shanling continued to explain, exactly as Mu Hanyan had heard.

No wonder her Cold Sky Sword had such a reaction. You see, her Cold Sky Sword wasn’t just of high quality; it was under the influence of the Chi Xiao Sword’s spirit and had already developed a faint spirit. However, its spirit was still too weak to compare with a Divine Sword like the Chi Xiao Sword. If it were to be refined by this Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond, its spirit would surely grow immensely and become a true Divine Artifact!

”No wonder Young Master’s sword signaled earlier; it was for this reason,” Zirong and the others came to the same conclusion, all looking toward Mu Hanyan.

Of course, every swordsman wishes to possess an Artifact Level Sword. However, despite Qu Shanling’s casual explanation, they knew that imbuing a longsword with spirit wasn’t as simple as just being of high quality; it needed to possess an exceptionally high quality. Although their Swords had passable qualities, they were far from meeting the requirements of a Divine Artifact. Only Mu Hanyan’s Cold Sky Sword had that privilege.

Indeed, the Cold Sky Sword’s faint ringing earlier was also for this reason.

”Hehe, I had divined earlier that if Young Master would help me turn an ill fate into good fortune, there would be a great opportunity. My Master had also said that this chance would be for someone with destiny, and it seems Young Master is the one with that destiny,” Qu Shanling chuckled. But as he laughed, his face suddenly stiffened.

Huayue and the others tightened up as well, warily looking around.

According to Qu Shanling’s divination, an opportunity would come only if disaster was averted, but now that the opportunity had appeared, where was the disaster?

”Lu Guantian, Lu Guantian, worthy of the name that observes the heavens, you’ve even found such Heaven and Earth Treasures,” suddenly, a long laugh echoed, followed by a young man who drifted in silently, full of emotion as he spoke.

Everyone’s heart sank; trouble was coming!

(Call forth the protagonist, come out Chikachik!)