Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1484: Chapter 1484: The First to Plead for Mercy Was Her

”But everyone need not worry too much. The Netherworld King was severely wounded earlier, and with the prohibitions left by ancient strong ones, it will likely take tens of thousands of years for him to recover his Primordial Energy. To set up the Nether River Array before, almost all of the top-level Netherworld Beast were killed or injured. They are no longer able to open such a large rift. Even if some Netherworld Beasts infiltrate the Holy Court Continent, I think with everyone’s strength, they can be handled,” the Holy Master said to reassure everyone, noticing their concern.

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief. Earlier, due to disbelief in Han Yan’s words, most strong ones from the various countries were killed or injured. Originally numbering over a thousand, now only a little over three hundred remained. If the Netherworld Beasts invaded on a large scale again, these three hundred Sword Saints couldn’t contend with them. However, dealing with some mid-level Netherworld Beasts wouldn’t be a problem.

Seeing everyone relax, the Holy Master didn’t say more and turned his gaze back to Tian Annan, who was kneeling on the ground. Initially, he intended to kill him under his palm, but was interrupted by the Beiyuan Fog Origin matter, allowing Tian Annan a brief respite. Now that the important matters were discussed, he naturally wouldn’t let him go.

”Holy Master, I know my mistake. I beg you to spare my life,” Tian Annan pleaded, head knocking against the ground, bitterly begging, until his forehead was covered in blood.

”If I spare your life, who will spare the lives of those who died earlier? If I don’t kill you, how can I explain to the people?” The Holy Master coldly said, slamming his palm down.

Tian Annan’s face instantly turned ashen, his eyes filled with despair.

”Wait.” At this moment, Lu Nianxin suddenly spoke.

The Holy Master’s hand paused slightly.

”Holy Master, with the situation uncertain now and the Netherworld Prison possibly opening a rift again, keeping him would allow the chance for redemption and provide more support,” Lu Nianxin said.

”Although Tian Annan’s previous actions were foolish, they were not malicious. Perhaps sparing his life now could mean another expert when the Netherworld Beasts return,” An Yun Supreme Emperor also said.

Han Yan looked at her grandmother admiringly. Although Tian Annan had previously intervened in Shangyue Country matters, aiding Wu Tianxiong’s rebellion, her grandmother deeply hated him and wished for his death. Yet she was the first to plead for him.

The reason was simple. The various country elites suffered heavy casualties, drastically weakening the entire Holy Court Continent’s power. Unfortunately, the Seal on the Holy Continent was unstable, and Netherworld Beasts could appear at any time. Although the elites’ strength made it easy to deal with them, the Holy Court Continent is vast, and who knows where the Netherworld Beasts might emerge next? By the time they arrive, untold numbers of innocents could be dead.

After all, Tian Annan was still an expert in the Sword Saint Realm. Keeping him might save thousands of people. Seeing this, Lu Nianxin was the first to set aside personal grievances to plead for Tian Annan.

Such magnanimity and spirit made Han Yan respect her grandmother even more.

Seeing both Lu Nianxin and An Yun Supreme Emperor intercede, others also chimed in to support.

To be honest, though those who stayed were influenced by Tian Annan, they also had ulterior motives; he couldn’t be fully blamed.

”Since they all plead for you, this time I’ll spare your life, but for making such a grave error, you can no longer hold the elder position in the Law Enforcement Hall. Hereafter, it will be held by an Outer Court disciple,” the Holy Master said.

”Thank you, Holy Master, for sparing me. Thank you, everyone, for your generosity. I will reform, devoting my life to safeguarding the Continent’s peace,” Tian Annan said gratefully. Staying alive was fortune enough; he cared not about the elder position.

”Lan Feng, will you return with me, or on your own?” the Holy Master asked Ye Lanfeng.

”Master, I will stay a while longer before returning,” Ye Lanfeng said, looking at the Holy Master, hesitating to speak further.

Yun Qianmo still alive after years of death rumors, rallying elites, refining Sword Spirit Puppets, contracting the Heavenly Secret Mirror with a Primordial Contract — what were his true intentions? The mysterious expert who appeared at Beining Pass, what was their origin or purpose? What relationship did they have with Yun Qianmo?

Ye Lanfeng had too many questions but couldn’t ask them in front of everyone.

”Years ago, the two Saints who went with him to the Sealing Forbidden Land, along with several dozen Holy Court elites, died horribly. Their identities unrecognizable, everyone assumed he was among them.

I found it peculiar then. His natural talent far exceeded others; even in danger, he wouldn’t die that way. But I couldn’t be sure, and feared ruining his reputation by idle speculation. So I kept doubts to myself, let rumors spread, and investigated secretly. Only recently did I find clues,” the Holy Master expressed, understanding Ye Lanfeng’s thoughts.

”What clues?” Ye Lanfeng asked, seeing the Holy Master wasn’t overly secretive.

”They likely discovered something in the Sealing Forbidden Land that led to their demise. The others died on the spot, but he possibly gained something and then hid to plot a major affair. Although I don’t know his exact intentions, I believe, given his nature, he would never betray the Holy Court or act against it. This belief is why I’ve kept it secret,” the Holy Master said.

Speaking of Yun Qianmo, his gaze softened with rare affection and trust.

Seeing the Holy Master’s gentle eyes, Ye Lanfeng felt relieved.

He had never doubted Yun Qianmo and believed this teacher, friend, and brotherly figure would never betray the Holy Court or act harmfully towards it.

He was sure Yun Qianmo would never harm Han Yan; the warning at Beining Pass was proof enough.

Ye Lanfeng was truly worried for the Holy Court. As one of the Twelve Holy Tribunals, Yun Qianmo faked his death, hid for years, and gathered experts secretly using evil spells, acts the Holy Court could never tolerate. If discovered, he would be deemed a traitor by all members of the Holy Court. No matter his strength or stealth, he couldn’t escape the Holy Court’s pursuit.

Fortunately, the Holy Master believed in Yun Qianmo, just as Ye Lanfeng did.

Ye Lanfeng’s gaze was filled with comfort and joy, not for himself, but for Yun Qianmo.

Seeing the comfort in Ye Lanfeng’s expression, the Holy Master’s gaze grew softer as he waved and flew away.

Survived Tian Annan complexly glanced at Lu Nianxin, then at Han Yan, bowed again, and followed behind the Holy Master.