Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

”Fine, fine, I’ll show you what a real supreme sword is,” Mo Yanhong hadn’t used his full strength just now, afraid of accidentally destroying Tributor Qiu’s sword. Spurred by Han Yan’s provocation, he stopped overthinking and simply leaped in front of Mu Hanyan, channeling his Qi into both hands and slashing forward with two swords.

”Calm down, Young Master, my sword, my sword!” Tributor Qiu certainly didn’t believe his so-called Divine Sword could compare to the one forged by Master Xuanyuan, and in alarm, he rushed to intervene.

Unfortunately, Mo Yanhong’s movements were too quick, and it was already too late for any intervention.

”Clang”— a light sound rang out, a flash of silver, and a longsword was severed at the waist.

”See that? See what a real supreme sword looks like? Han Yan, how dare you doubt Master Xuanyuan, such ignorance truly knows no fear,” Mo Yanhong looked down at Han Yan from his superior position with an air of scorn.

All around, silence ensued, everyone staring dumbfounded at the broken half of the sword at Mo Yanhong’s feet.

Tributor Qiu, who had wanted to stop the strike, also stood frozen in place, his hand hanging mid-air, face blank.

”Young Master Mo, can’t you tell left from right?” Han Yan cocked his head, looking at Mo Yanhong as if viewing someone intellectually challenged.

It was only then that Mo Yanhong realized something was amiss. Looking down, he saw that the sword cut in half was indeed the ”supreme sword” personally crafted by Master Xuanyuan, not the one he had imagined belonging to Tributor Qiu.

”How, how can this be?” In a moment, Mo Yanhong was petrified, feeling a chill over his entire body.

”It’s fake, it’s actually fake. Master Xuanyuan’s sword is a counterfeit,” someone from the crowd finally cried out in shock. Despite the incoherence, the meaning was clear.

”With Master Xuanyuan’s reputation, how could he possibly parade a fake around as genuine?” someone pondered incredulously.

”That’s easy; the old guy is nothing but a fame-seeking fraudster.”

”Look at that detached and transcendent demeanor he carries, not to mention that once-in-a-millennium Sword Box. Who would’ve thought he was a swindler?”

”And this so-called Chengjun Sword, who can tell it’s a counterfeit just by its appearance?” others shook their heads, speaking their laments.

Everyone looked at Mo Yanhong with sympathy. Forty million, all spent on a piece of rubbish; even bystanders felt their hearts ache.

”Congratulations, Young Master Mo, forty million for two sword touched by Master Xuanyuan’s own hands, what a bargain,” Mu Hanyan pointed to the fragment of the sword tip on the ground, then to the half-sword in Mo Yanhong’s hands, and said with a serious tone.

”Pff—pff—” Laughter erupted all around.

This big playboy Han, truly has a venomous tongue, doesn’t he? Isn’t he just rubbing salt in the wound?

Mo Yanhong glared at Han Yan, so angry he couldn’t even speak.

”Young Master Mo, the tremendous responsibility of maintaining the peace of the Holy Court Continent and guarding the safety of Anyun falls on your shoulders. Please, don’t get too agitated. Stay calm, stay calm,” Han Yan stood up, patted Mo Yanhong on the shoulder with a gravity that belied his words.

The laughter around grew even more boisterous.

”Tributor Qiu, chase him, chase that old fraudster, I’m going to shatter him into pieces,” Mo Yanhong’s face had turned the color of eggplant as he shouted at Tributor Qiu.

Tributor Qiu was still stunned but snapped to action upon hearing these words and hurriedly chased out.

”Do you think everyone else is a fool? Robbing you of such a large amount of money and not fleeing right away, you think he would stay in Yunjing City waiting for death?” Han Yan scornfully said.

As he spoke, Tributor Qiu had already reached the doorway but then suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, exhaling a long sigh.

Xuanyuan Fengchen had left quite some time ago, so how and where could they possibly start chasing now?

”Stop chasing, you won’t catch up,” said Mu Hanyan sympathetically, looking at Mo Yanhong. Then she turned and walked away.

”Mu Hanyan!” Mo Yanhong shouted through clenched teeth.

”What’s wrong?” Mu Hanyan turned her head around.

”Did you already know that old guy was a swindler?” Mo Yanhong, struggling to suppress his anger, said trembling all over.

”What a silly question, why else would I set you up? Did you really think I was interested in that... oh now it’s two pieces of rubbish? Forty million, I wouldn’t pay a cent, only an idiot like you would fall for it.

Ah, for so many years I’ve been called the Big Playboy Mu, and today, finally someone else takes the blame. From now on, if anyone dares to call me by that name, I’ll fight to the death. Isn’t that stealing the limelight from Eldest Young Master Mo, right, Big Waster Mo?” Mu Hanyan said mockingly, yet her laughter was as radiant as could be.

Quietly, she made a few Hand Formations with her hands, and suddenly, a flash of strange light appeared in her eyes. An invisible mantra was projected into Mo Yanhong’s sight.

”Mu Hanyan, I’m going to kill you!” Mo Yanhong was already furiously enraged. Unable to withstand the provocation of Mu Hanyan’s Soul Contract Technique, his blood rushed to his head, and he suddenly bellowed and struck a palm toward Mu Hanyan.

Ninth Rank Swordsman! Unexpectedly, this guy had made no small improvement since returning to the Capital.

Of course, such a level of cultivation posed no threat to Mu Hanyan.

However, Mu Hanyan neither dodged nor blocked the attack, instead, she pretended to be panicked and yelled, ”Mo Yanhong, what are you doing?”

The others changed their expressions slightly, Mo Yanhong’s move had been so sudden that no one had time to intervene.

”Bang,” a muffled sound. Mu Hanyan was struck by Mo Yanhong’s palm and staggered back several steps.

”Young Master Mu, you actually hurt someone in my Nanyan Chamber of Commerce. Do you really have no respect for my Nanyan Chamber of Commerce?” Che Xiang got a shock and quickly rushed to protect Mu Hanyan.

”Young Master, calm down, be calm,” Tributor Qiu also jumped out of fright and quickly turned around to stop Mo Yanhong.

In fact, after unleashing that palm, Mo Yanhong immediately regained his senses and secretly regretted his lack of restraint. After all, they were descendants of the Eight Great Families; even if they had grievances, they couldn’t just start a fight in public.

Fortunately, seeing that Mu Hanyan didn’t appear to be much injured, he finally felt relieved.

Others also noticed that Mu Hanyan’s complexion did not change, and they all quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

”Mo Yanhong, that sword was bid on by you yourself. If you’re angry, go find Xuanyuan Fengchen. Biting around like a rabid dog, be careful or I won’t be polite with you,” Mu Hanyan said coldly.

”You’re not hurt, are you?” Mo Yanhong felt ashamed and dared not retort after being called a rabid dog by Mu Hanyan but still spoke in a resentful tone.

”I’m fine, but what about all these Spirit Pills, Miracle Medicines, strange flowers and herbs, and that Supreme Technique that I just bid on?” As she spoke, Mu Hanyan pulled out from her bosom various elixirs and herbal remnants, as well as a ”Supreme Technique” that had already crumbled into scraps.

”Uh...” Mo Yanhong had a moment of blankness, seemingly realizing why Mu Hanyan had neither dodged nor blocked his palm strike just now.

Huayue and several others all slapped their foreheads: Not this again, the same trick. The Young Master seems addicted to this play. Just this morning, he had used this trick to trick Mu Chengyang, and now, only a few hours later, he was using it on Mo Yanhong again. They were all a bit speechless.

Yet Ye Lanfeng was watching Mu Hanyan’s every move with a smile, finding everything she did adorable and likable. How could his beloved Hanyan be so adorable? He couldn’t take his eyes off her; she was all he could see.

(Just over ten days till the big update! It seems like everyone’s exams should be almost over, vacation time, right? Those working will have to wait a bit longer for a holiday. Anyway, it’s almost New Year’s, and I’m feeling a mix of emotions as another year passes. I bow deeply to thank everyone for their company all this time. Ahem, I’ll save the sentimental words for after the big update.)