Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1182: Chapter 1182: Beast Taming Sword Saint, Not Beast Sword Saint

”By the way, if you have the chance, help me find someone else.” Ye Yanran suddenly thought of something and said.

”Who are you looking for now?” Han Yan asked.

”My great-grandfather. My great-grandmother lost touch with him in those years, leaving a lifelong regret. Before she died, she wrote a letter with her last wish, hoping descendants could have the chance to give it to him.” Ye Yanran said.

”It’s been thousands of years, he’s likely long gone, where would I even start?” Han Yan said, feeling overwhelmed. Finding someone alive was one thing, but how does one find someone who’s been dead for thousands of years?

”According to my great-grandmother’s last wish, he might still be alive. Even if he’s not, I want to find where he’s buried and give him my great-grandmother’s last letter. It’s my mother’s wish, my grandmother’s wish, my grandmother’s mother’s wish, and...” Ye Yanran stubbornly insisted.

”Alright, alright, I know this is the wish of your successive grandmothers. Just tell me who it is, and I’ll help you find him if I get the chance.” Han Yan said.

Great-grandmother’s grandmother, grandmother, grandmother’s grandmother’s grandmother... Han Yan felt all tangled up listening and decided it was best to agree early. Otherwise, so many grandmothers coming to her in dreams asking for help is something she can’t bear.

”His name is Xia Youchen.” Ye Yanran said.

”Xia Youchen, you mean Xia Youchen!” Han Yan’s eyes widened with surprise.

”Do you know him? He’s not dead yet? I heard he has a nickname, called Beast Sword Saint.” Ye Yanran saw Han Yan’s surprised look, knowing she’d found the right person, she said with delight.

”It’s Beast Taming Sword Saint, not Beast Sword Saint.” Han Yan replied in frustration. Xia Youchen indeed wasn’t dead, but if he knew his descendants were calling him that, he’d likely die of anger even if he weren’t dead.

”I do know him, we met not long ago. I’ll ask someone to help you find him, it shouldn’t be hard.” Han Yan said. Finding a living person is always a lot easier.

”Thank you very much then.” Ye Yanran said gratefully.

”No need to be polite, you saved me several times, think of this as me repaying you.” Han Yan waved his hand and said cheerfully.

”Then, do you still have any Elixir left? Give me a few more bottles.” Ye Yanran said bluntly.

”Isn’t your injury pretty much healed?” Han Yan looked at Ye Yanran in surprise.

”Mm, but I find the taste quite nice, eating for fun.” Ye Yanran said.

Han Yan’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat. Eating for fun, do you think it’s candy? Do you know how much those Elixirs cost per pill?

Sigh, poor little girl, must have led too frugal a life growing up, hasn’t eaten snacks often, now treats Elixirs like candy to eat for fun.

”Here, take this, eat slowly.” Han Yan handed a pile of walnuts to Ye Yanran.

Medicine is three parts poison, though Elixirs aren’t exactly poisonous, eating too much isn’t good, Han Yan doesn’t want to harm her.

Having gathered all the strange flowers and herbs around, and collected a pile of Outer Heaven Meteorite Gold, the trial time of Illusion Dragon Hall was still not over, so Han Yan began to cultivate again with nothing else to do.

Ye Yanran solved two problems in one go, feeling great, relaxing by the side, leisurely eating walnuts with a look of satisfaction.

No one knows how much time passed before they heard a melodious bell ringing. Han Yan opened her eyes and felt her body lighten, being lifted out of Illusion Dragon Hall by an invisible force.

And just as she flew out of Illusion Dragon Hall, the ancient door lit up with colorful lights.

”Another one, another one!” An elderly man pointed at Han Yan, exclaiming joyfully. This person was none other than the Hall Master of Illusion Dragon Hall, Wei Yishan.