Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 783: 783 is too insidious, very good

He and Mu Beichen had long been at odds, and it was no secret, so he had no reservations. Others were right; in the end, it was Mu Hanyan who suffered a loss today, but he handled the situation fairly, and no one could fault him.

Thinking about the upcoming election at Long Yan Academy and the legendary Heavenly Destiny Star Plate, Third Elder even felt that Mu Chengyang handled today’s matter very skillfully. He decided to reward him handsomely upon returning, to prevent any dissatisfaction.

”Brother Han Yan, are your injuries severe? Maybe you should head back first and visit the workshop later.” Mu Zexian also considered this and looked at Mu Hanyan with concern.

”It’s okay, Grandfather’s elixir is truly a miraculous healing agent. My wounds have fully healed.” Mu Hanyan suddenly bounced up and said cheerily.

”Brother Han Yan, don’t force yourself. It’s not good for your injuries,” Mu Zexian thought he was showing off and quickly advised.

”I’m not forcing myself, who says I am?” After saying this, Mu Hanyan leapt up, and with a palm strike, he targeted a nearby artificial hill.

With a loud ”boom,” the hill turned into rubble, scattering dust and debris everywhere.

”Now do you believe me? My injuries have really healed,” said Mu Hanyan.

Hearing the noise, everyone turned their heads and stared at Mu Hanyan in shock.

Everyone had seen Mu Chengyang’s palm strike before; even if he hadn’t used his full strength, he had used at least half, and Mu Hanyan, also a Sword Master First Rank, had taken the hit unguarded. He surely must have been severely injured, especially since he had just been coughing up blood and seemed unstable, likely even more injured than they had anticipated.

In their minds, it would take at least a month or two for Mu Hanyan to fully recover, yet here he was, lively as ever. The strength he displayed in that palm strike seemed utterly unaffected.

Third Elder also watched Mu Hanyan, his expression changing unpredictably.

”Third Elder, I’m sorry for accidentally damaging the property. This shouldn’t count as violating clan rules, right? You can’t blame me for this; you haven’t even taken me to the family shrine yet.” Rubbing his hands, Mu Hanyan spoke somewhat sheepishly, not showing any signs of injury.

Seeing everyone still in dumbstruck silence, Mu Hanyan added, ”Grandfather’s Healing Saint Pill is truly astonishing. Such severe injuries healed in an instant.”

No one spoke. Mu Beichen had provided Mu Hanyan with elixir just now, which they all had witnessed. It was clearly the Healing Pills distributed by the Zong Family each month, not some Healing Saint Pill. While they were indeed better than ordinary wound medicine, they couldn’t possibly be that effective. Could it be that they were mistaken, that it wasn’t the Zong Family’s distributed pills but rather a personal stash of the Family Head? However, it didn’t seem likely.

Unfortunately, since the pills were already consumed, there was no way to retrieve them or to confirm their true identity by cutting open his stomach.

Thinking it over, they still felt that they hadn’t been mistaken; those must be the monthly distributed Healing Pills.

Everyone had one question on their minds: could it be that this guy hadn’t been injured at all, that his death-like state had all been an act? But how could that be possible? Even if someone stronger than Mu Hanyan had taken Mu Chengyang’s palm strike without any resistance, they would still sustain some injuries and need a few days to recover. How could he be completely unscathed?

Although they were unsure what exactly had happened, everyone had a gut feeling: the Third Elder’s family had probably been fooled today.

Third Elder managed to suppress his fleeting good mood, left with a dark expression without uttering a word, followed by a similarly grim-faced Mu Chengyang.

He had thought he got away with a slight advantage, but since Mu Hanyan was unscathed, it meant he not only lost half a year’s allowance but also gained nothing and suffered a slap in vain. The more Mu Chengyang thought about it, the angrier he became, almost wishing he could turn around and stab Mu Hanyan dead with his sword.

With a dark face, Mu Chengyang had just returned to the courtyard when he saw Mu Chengxuan coming out of the Cultivation Room.

”I’m so angry, Brother, you have to stand up for me this time,” Mu Chengyang grabbed Mu Chengxuan.

”What happened?” Mu Chengxuan asked indifferently.

”It’s all because of that stinking brat Mu Hanyan, he dared to hit me and even trick me. It’s infuriating.” Mu Chengyang recalled what had happened and spoke through gritted teeth.

”Mu Hanyan, what happened?” On hearing Mu Hanyan’s name, Mu Chengxuan felt very uncomfortable and asked coldly.

Mu Chengyang didn’t hide anything and recounted the whole incident.

”He really is Heishi City’s top playboy, so despicable and shameless,” Mu Chengxuan said contemptuously after listening.

”Yes, I never thought he could be so shameless. Brother, you must stand up for me,” Mu Chengyang said angrily.

”Don’t provoke him these days,” Mu Chengxuan advised, contrary to his wishes.

Stand up for him? He wanted to stand up for himself, but firstly, he couldn’t find a valid reason, and secondly, he was unclear about Ye Lanfeng’s abilities, especially afraid of his ”Broken Sword”. How could he possibly stand up for Mu Chengyang?

”What, I’ve been bullied like this, and you’re still telling me not to provoke him?” Mu Chengyang said discontentedly.

”Just wait a while, he’ll get what’s coming to him. Don’t provoke him now,” Mu Chengxuan said impatiently, his expression turning stern.

Of course, he wouldn’t tell Mu Chengyang that he had already confronted Mu Hanyan, only to regretfully lose to Mu Hanyan’s sword.

”Oh.” Seeing Mu Chengxuan’s stern expression, Mu Chengyang didn’t dare to say more. He hung his head, but his eyes were filled with defiance. He thought to himself: If you won’t stand up for me, I’ll find a way to deal with him myself.

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”Are your injuries really okay?” Mu Beichen also had a belly full of doubts as he asked Mu Hanyan.

Maybe others might suspect that he used some incredible Healing Holy Pill, but how could Mu Beichen himself doubt it? That was clearly a common wound medicine distributed monthly by the Zong Family, which couldn’t possibly have such effective healing powers.

”Thanks to Grandfather’s Healing Holy Medicine, I’m really fine now, all healed,” Mu Hanyan said energetically.

Looking at Mu Hanyan’s bright, smiling face, Mu Beichen suddenly thought of something, shook his head with a bitter smile, and pointed at Mu Hanyan, ”You, you... you’ve needlessly made me worry.”

With that, Mu Beichen turned and walked away casually, his face wearing a satisfied smile.

Over the years, the Third Elder had repeatedly opposed him. Although Mu Beichen didn’t take him seriously, it had still annoyed him greatly. Today, his beloved granddaughter had avenged him, which made him feel immensely gratified.

”What did the Family Head mean just now?” Mu Zexian and the others were all puzzled.