Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 796: 796 I’ll smash you to death with money

Like others, Mo Yanhong was unwilling to let the Chengjun Sword fall into Mu Hanyan’s hands. Although it had been forged by Xuanyuan Fengchen sixty years ago and its quality shouldn’t be too good, merely leveraging Xuanyuan Fengchen’s name meant it could easily make a profit of several hundred million or ten million, enough to make up for Mu Hanyan’s earlier losses.

Mo Yanhong resolved that he must not let Mu Hanyan succeed easily.

Seeing Mo Yanhong’s provocative gaze, the words ”I don’t want it, I give it to you” almost slipped out of Mu Hanyan’s mouth.

”Keep bidding,” said Star Illusion Qianji excitedly in her mind.

”Uh...” Mu Hanyan had this thought as well but was worried about things backfiring. Mo Yanhong was a bit foolish, but the Tributor Qiu sitting next to him seemed wise and calculating him might not be so easy.

”Everyone else has come to trap you at your doorstep, don’t you want to trap them back?” It was quite rare for the Star Plate to roll its eyes, showing this fellow really held grudges.

”You’re just standing there without pain, what if you trap yourself?” Mu Hanyan replied with a roll of her eyes, speaking irritably.

”Hey, hey, why isn’t your brain working? The Soul Contract Technique I taught you, can’t you try to use it flexibly?” Star Illusion Qianji said, frustrated that Mu Hanyan didn’t get it.

”Soul Contract!” Hearing Star Illusion Qianji’s prompt, Mu Hanyan felt a stir of inspiration: in terms of its use, a Soul Contract clearly was a kind of mental control, which meant restraints on one’s mental state.

According to Star Illusion Qianji, the Soul Contract would only work if the other party agreed, so controlling Mo Yanhong was clearly impossible, but perhaps influencing his mood shouldn’t be a big problem.

”An educable child indeed.” Just as she thought of this, the approving voice of Star Illusion Qianji rang in her mind.

”Three million.” Mu Hanyan’s voice rang out again, her hands discreetly forming the Hand Formation, ready to act the moment Mo Yanhong showed any hesitation.

”Four million.” However, Mo Yanhong did not hesitate and continued to raise the bid.

”Five million.” Mu Hanyan dared not relax, raising the bid while keenly watching Mo Yanhong’s expression.

”Six million.”

...

”Ten million.” The two competitively raised the bid, quickly reaching ten million.

Mo Yanhong sneered slightly, just about to speak when someone gently tugged at him, turning his head to see Tributor Qiu shaking his head slightly.

”That’s enough, stay calm,” said Tributor Qiu.

Mo Yanhong calmed down a bit; his main reason for competing with Mu Hanyan was on a whim, not wanting Mu Hanyan to get a better deal, and of course, if possible, it would be nice to win the Chengjun Sword at a low price.

But now, ten million was about the limit for the Chengjun Sword, any higher and the purchase would be at a loss.

Mo Yanhong nodded, lifting his head to look at Mu Hanyan, his eyes full of scornful laughter: Mu Baijia, I want to see just how much wealth you have to squander.

Although today’s plans had been repeatedly thwarted by Mu Hanyan, the thought of Mu Hanyan spending hundreds of millions in vain and not getting any advantage from acquiring the Chengjun Sword still made Mo Yanhong somewhat triumphant.

”Not good!” Mu Hanyan was watching the two closely, and when she saw Mo Yanhong hesitate, she immediately unleashed the Hand Formation that she had been charging up.

Star Illusion Thousand Machine had only hinted at another wonderful use of the Soul Contract Technique but hadn’t taught her how to perform it. However, Mu Hanyan wasn’t worried. She decided to try first and if it didn’t work out, she could still rely on Star Illusion Thousand Machine. With this guy’s need for face, he wouldn’t possibly stand by and watch her dig her own grave.

In an instant, a flash of light and shadow flickered before her, and Mu Hanyan could sense two completely invisible light patterns shooting from her eyes directly into Mo Yanhong’s eyes. Although not even Mu Hanyan herself could clearly see them, she was certain that the patterns were identical to the Hand Formation she had cast.

So, the Soul Contract Technique could also be used this way.

Mo Yanhong’s body trembled imperceptibly, a look of confusion appearing in his eyes.

”What, you don’t dare to raise the bid? I told you earlier, if you don’t have the money, stop whining before me and save yourself the embarrassment,” Mu Hanyan said opportunely, taking out a thick stack of silver notes and slapping them down loudly, as if slapping the money on Mo Yanhong’s face.

”Dare say I have no money, dare say I have no money, twenty million, I will have this sword,” Mo Yanhong, thrown into disarray, lost his rationality in an instant and roared furiously.

”Young Master, stay calm! Be calm!” Tributor Qiu was shocked, Mo Yanhong had just calmed down and was about to give up, nodding to him when suddenly he burst out.

Mu Hanyan was also taken aback; she hadn’t expected Mo Yanhong to have such gall to raise the bid by ten million right away.

”Now you know the wonderful use of the Soul Contract Technique,” the smug voice of Star Illusion Thousand Machine echoed in her mind.

”Twenty-one million,” Mu Hanyan said disdainfully, looking at Mo Yanhong while he was still out of his senses, shaking her stack of silver notes again with an arrogant air as if to say, ’My father is rich, I will crush you with money’.

”Thirty million,” Mo Yanhong, completely enraged, suddenly stood up.

”Thirty-one million,” Mu Hanyan smiled.

”Forty million,” Mo Yanhong’s eyes turned red, he looked at Mu Hanyan like a crazed beast.

Below the stage, everyone was stunned, including Xuanyuan Fengchen himself.

Forty million. This was far beyond the intrinsic value of the Chengjun Sword, and even Xuanyuan Fengchen himself hadn’t expected it to fetch such a high price.

It was evident to everyone that Mo Yanhong was acting spitefully against Mu Hanyan, but spite should not take precedence over money.

Looking at Mo Yanhong with his red eyes, and then at Mu Hanyan, whose eyes glinted calmly with a smile, everyone had an intuition: it seemed like Young Master Mo had been played by Big Playboy Mu.

”Hehe, I don’t want it anymore. Congratulations, Young Master Mo, the sword is yours,” Mu Hanyan said softly after a moment, smiling at Mo Yanhong.

She didn’t really want to let Mo Yanhong off so easily, but after performing the Soul Contract Technique twice in a row, she felt physically drained and even suffered throbbing pains in her head. Clearly, the Soul Contract Technique greatly exhausted one’s body, and she was almost at her limit.

Luckily, having baited Mo Yanhong into losing forty million, she was already quite satisfied with the outcome.

”Oh right, I forgot to ask you, this should be sufficient, right?” Realizing she hadn’t yet consulted Star Illusion Thousand Machine, Mu Hanyan quickly inquired.

”That’s enough. It’s not good to go too far. Just a small lesson is fine,” Star Illusion Thousand Machine said.

Mu Hanyan broke out in a cold sweat. To think that tricking someone out of forty million was just a small lesson—what would be a serious one? No wonder he’s the ancestor of all the god-man; his methods really are extraordinary.