Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 813: Chapter 813: Want to See Big Playboy Mu Make a Fool of Himself?

”Haha, then I must go and see for myself.” Mu Chengyang laughed heartily.

”The Family Head and the Young Master have instructed not to provoke Han Yan,” the Horse-faced Guard hesitated for a moment and advised.

”Who said I’m going to provoke him? I’m just going to see the joke,” Mu Chengyang glared at the guard and said.

A few days ago, Mu Chengyang had been slapped in front of everyone by Han Yan, losing face completely.

He thought injuring Han Yan severely with one strike would regain some face even if it meant losing half a year’s stipend, but unexpectedly, as soon as Grandfather spoke, Han Yan was back to jumping around energetically.

At this point, anyone could guess that Han Yan was pretending to be injured. Not only did Mu Chengyang get slapped for nothing, but he also lost half a year’s stipend and lost both face and pride.

He had hoped his elder brother would stand up for him, but Mu Chengxuan merely advised not to provoke him, and that was the end of it.

There was no way Mu Chengyang could accept this, although he dared not disobey Mu Chengxuan’s words, seeing a joke and sneering a bit would at least vent his anger.

”Rest assured, I won’t lay a hand on him.” Seeing the Horse-faced Guard still hesitating, Mu Chengyang added.

”Alright then, young master must not fight him again. I’ve heard that Mo Yanhong of the Mo Family couldn’t resist and got into a fight with Han Yan a few days ago, losing a prime shop in the process.” The Horse-faced Guard thought it over and reminded Mu Chengyang again.

”I know, I know.” Mu Chengyang said impatiently, feeling slightly resentful: Just what is this Han Yan made of, porcelain or jade? Anyone who touches him has bad luck.

This time, Mu Chengyang was determined just to see the joke and definitely not to fight.

Soon, the two of them hurried out.

Mu Chengyang had not considered whether Big Playboy Mu’s joke would be so amusing; in the end, it was uncertain who would be the joke.

...

At this time, in Han Yan’s small courtyard, the clanging sounds that had lasted for days finally ceased.

Just as others had described, nine oddly shaped weapons that didn’t look like swords, knives, axes, or sickles were laid out in front of Han Yan. Although she was cautious, three longswords, due to their inferior material, had shattered into pieces, and she ended up forging nine swords.

However, Han Yan was quite satisfied with this result. After repeated melting and forging, combined with the condensation of the Heavenly Heart Technique, the quality of these nine longswords (Han Yan wasn’t even sure if they should still be called swords, but she didn’t know what else to call them, so swords they were) was extremely pure. They might be slightly inferior to the Cold Sky Sword but were somewhat stronger than the swords of Huayue and the others.

The only dissatisfaction was that Jiang Yuzhe, after days of blacksmithing, hadn’t improved at all, and these longswords looked so ugly that even she couldn’t stand them.

”Finally mastered it.” With the last longsword freshly forged, Han Yan let out a long sigh of relief and said.

”Young master, the quality of these swords is indeed good, but like this, they’re really of no use,” Huayue looked at the longswords and shook her head.

Swordsmen use swords rather than knives for a reason. Many sword techniques and martial arts only unleash their maximum power with swords. The strangely shaped weapons before them, although of good quality, were difficult to wield and in battle, their sheathed longswords would be more useful.

”Who said they have no use?” Han Yan smiled slightly, picked up a longsword, and performed a hand formation.

”This is...” Huayue and the others were slightly taken aback and looked at Han Yan in confusion.

Ye Lanfeng, however, realized what she was doing, a smile playing on his lips.

Han Yan activated the Divine Martial Refining Soul Technique, her divine sense probing into the sword’s interior, and a strand of qi silently coalesced within it.

Han Yan was pleasantly surprised to discover that over the past few days of constantly using the Heavenly Heart Technique to refine the swords, though her cultivation hadn’t improved much, her divine sense had become firmer. As the Divine Martial Refining Soul Technique circulated, her divine sense wrapped tightly around the qi like fine threads.

A thought crossed Han Yan’s mind, and the threads began to spin and tighten, continuously compressing the qi, making it more solid.

”Bang” suddenly, a muffled sound came from the sword, a crack spread like a spiderweb, and it shattered.

Han Yan was slightly surprised; it seemed that sealing cultivation was not an easy feat.

But Han Yan was not discouraged; this was just the first attempt, and failure was inevitable. With more trials, success would surely come.

She casually discarded the broken sword hilt in her hand and picked up another longsword.

”Bang... bang... bang!” The sound of muffled explosions echoed in the yard as one longsword after another turned into fragments in Han Yan’s hands.

Although these longswords were rather ugly, they were the fruit of several people’s hard work for days. Seeing them turn to scrap metal one after another in Han Yan’s hands made Jiang Yuzhe and the others feel a bit heartbroken, but noticing Han Yan’s serious expression, they dared not ask too much and stood quietly aside.

”Success, finally succeeded!” Han Yan exclaimed with joy after casting the last hand formation.

After wasting seven longswords, Han Yan finally succeeded in sealing her cultivation.

”What succeeded?” Huayue and the others looked at the longsword in Han Yan’s hand, utterly puzzled, seeing no difference at all.

It was still ugly, just ugly.

”Stop interrupting.” Han Yan focused her mind, recalling the hand formation she had just used, and picked up the last longsword, pressing on to cast a series of hand formations.

This time, Huayue and the others paid close attention, watching Han Yan’s hand formations without blinking. As the last hand formation was completed, they finally noticed a near-transparent sealing pattern being integrated into the sword.

”Could it be, could it be...” They all looked shocked.

If they weren’t mistaken, Han Yan seemed to be inspired by Ye Lanfeng and was attempting to seal her cultivation within the sword.

However, Ye Lanfeng managed to do it because he reached the Sword Saint Realm and had that legendary Divine Sword—the Broken Sword. But Han Yan was merely a Sword Master of the First Rank, using only ordinary longswords reforged. How could it be possible?

But seeing Han Yan’s look of delight, it seemed she did succeed. How did she manage it?

”The young master truly is a genius, able to seal her cultivation within these few worthless swords. Such ingenious thought, such unparalleled skill; it seems there are none like her in the past and none to come, as the world endures, only...” Zirong was the first to return to his senses, nodding and praising her profusely.

”So sycophantic,” Han Yunyun muttered under her breath from the side, her gaze at Zirong filled with disdain.