Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1068: Chapter 1068: Shocking Truths Unknown to Others

Just based on swordsmanship alone, even Han Yan couldn’t defeat the illusion in his mind, and it was certainly impossible for others. The only way to overcome that illusion is to learn his swordsmanship and counter him with his own technique.

A deep pain radiated from her waist, penetrating through her bones, as Han Yan was injured once more under the opponent’s sword.

The opponent’s swordsmanship was extremely exquisite and overly complex. If Han Yan hadn’t been mistaken, this complete set of swordsmanship consisted of 108 moves, far from something one could comprehend in a short period.

Moreover, the opponent didn’t give her any time to rest. Having landed a successful strike, he immediately launched an aggressive attack.

However, upon entering this illusion, time seemed to slow significantly. Han Yan felt that she had been battling for a long time, certainly much longer than seven and a half minutes, yet the test had not concluded.

Han Yan understood with a slight turn of mind that this illusion was equivalent to an independent space-time, where the passage of time was much slower than outside. Unless she died under the opponent’s sword, there was plenty of time to comprehend his swordsmanship. Of course, the ”death” mentioned here wasn’t a real death, but rather a psychological collapse leading to severe injury, like those previous failures.

Since she didn’t have to worry about time, Han Yan wasn’t in a hurry. While struggling to fend off the opponent’s fierce attacks like tidal waves, she pondered the secret techniques of his swordplay.

Han Yan didn’t know how much time had passed or how many scars she bore. Time and time again, the core-deep pain nearly pushed her to the brink of a mental breakdown.

Fortunately, during her last encounter with Gui Yu Mie, her will had been tempered through countless trials and was far more resolute than that of ordinary people, allowing her to persevere time and again.

Finally, every move and every shift of the opponent’s swordplay was deeply imprinted in her heart.

The longsword swept like lightning, piercing into the heart meridian of the burly man.

With a flash of light and shadow outside, the burly man disappeared from sight.

All around became dead silent, yet still filled with a tragic and fierce aura.

Han Yan stood there quietly, as her final thrust was delivered, her mind surprisingly became clear as a blank slate. Although her strength didn’t grow in any way, she clearly felt a brand new insight into swordsmanship, or perhaps into the entire Sword Dao, unraveling various difficult points encountered during previous cultivation.

Han Yan understood that these insights might seem of little use now, but as cultivation deepened, they would certainly bring her considerable benefits.

Previously, she felt a bit sorry for those young swordsmen who suffered mental breakdown and severe injuries, forcing them to leave mid-way. Not only did they fail the test, but also wasted several months recovering. However, now she no longer thought so. Even if one didn’t pass the test, these insights would be immensely beneficial, incomparable to months of cultivation.

Conversely, it was those young people who quit mid-way who missed such a great opportunity. When they realize the benefits in the future, they’ll surely regret it for a lifetime.

”You’ve passed the test, do you wish to continue?” A distant voice sounded in her mind, as if coming from beyond the Nine Heavens, from another world.

”Continue.” Han Yan answered without hesitation.

Since she knew that the test itself was a rare opportunity, how could she possibly give up so early?

With that, a young swordsman in blue armor appeared before her, thrusting his sword towards Han Yan.

This sword strike came so suddenly and swiftly that even with Han Yan’s experiences from two lifetimes, encompassing countless battles, it was hard to evade.

Luckily, countless near-breakdown trials hadn’t gone in vain; her adaptive responses and insights into the Sword Dao have considerably improved from before. In a crisis, her body instinctively shifted, evading the opponent’s lethal strike.

Even so, the sword blade still tore through her arm, drawing a burst of fresh blood, accompanied by a deep, bone-penetrating pain. This pain was hundreds of times more severe than before.

If it weren’t for Han Yan’s tempered will after her bout with Gui Yu Mie, and if she hadn’t endured considerable pain while comprehending the previous hundred-move swordsmanship, one strike might have driven her to a mental collapse.

Han Yan bit her tongue hard, awakening her mind from the brief blank caused by extreme pain, and counterattacked with her sword.

The opponent’s swordsmanship consisted of only ten moves, yet these ten were immensely more exquisite than the previous hundred-move swordsmanship, each one seemingly a stroke of genius, containing endless secret techniques.

The cold blade flashed across her skin time and again, leaving behind red blossoms of blood. Although knowing all was an illusion, the intense pain felt exceedingly real.

”I didn’t expect, Han Yan actually has some strength, managing to persist until now,” someone stated in surprise, looking at Han Yan’s painful face drenched in cold sweat from outside the field.

Though the illusion was akin to an independent time where time passed exceptionally slowly, it wasn’t completely static. At this moment, half of the seven and a half minutes had already gone by. After four young swordsmen had been carried off the field, six remained persistent till now, surprisingly including Han Yan in whom nearly everyone had little confidence.

”Indeed, this Big Playboy Mu is rather unexpected, but this group is truly impressive. Besides Han Yan, even five others have persisted. Who are they?” Another person spoke with admiration and then queried.

”Three are Huayue, Zirong, Jiang Yuzhe, all personal guards of Han Yan. And the other two, one is Ling Baobao, the other is called Tang Bufan, rumored to be friends of Han Yan,” replied one person with a somewhat strange expression.

Upon hearing this, others also showed odd expressions.

The previous tests were still vivid in memory; with each group of ten people, having even one person pass was immensely challenging, yet this group shockingly had six people persisting till now. The most surprising part was that among these six people, apart from Han Yan herself, the remaining five were all related to him; three as his close guards and two as his friends.

This Capital’s first playboy indeed has quite good social relations.

”Why do I feel that among these six, Han Yan is the one suffering the most?” someone observed the six in the field closely, speaking with doubt.

”I didn’t notice it until you mentioned it; Han Yan does indeed seem to be enduring more hardship than the others,” someone chimed in.

At this moment, Huayue, Zirong, and others were also exerting every effort to comprehend the Sword Technique, their faces equally drenched in sweat and pain. Yet, even Tang Bufan and Ling Baobao, who were considered the weakest, appeared much more relaxed compared to Han Yan.

”What’s so surprising about this? Among these family playboys, how many truly have skill? Without the backing of a family and a bunch of henchmen causing trouble, and without having a group of accomplices, how much turmoil can they really stir?” someone remarked disdainfully.