Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1559: Chapter 1559: Lost All Dignity

”You don’t have to feel sorry for me. The Holy Court’s cultivation illusion realm is more than just this one. Each has its own mysteries. The benefits I’ve gained from other illusion realms may not be any less than those from the Holy Soul Illusion Realm.” Ye Lanfeng, seeing the disappointment on Han Yan’s face, easily guessed what she was thinking. Moved, he spoke softly.

Han Yan finally felt relieved. It made sense. For Ye Lanfeng to have such cultivation at such a young age, besides his extraordinary aptitude, he must have had opportunities others would dream of. She had no reason to pity him.

”By the way, can’t Uncle Yue Fanchen go because he also has his own Saint Sword Dao?” Han Yan suddenly remembered Yue Fanchen and hurriedly asked.

She had heard from Jian Wuchen that the powerful and mysterious woman, who was actually her predecessor from eight lifetimes of reincarnation, had left a Sword Soul in this Holy Soul Illusion Realm. She was counting on using this Sword Soul, along with her Divine Blood, to restore his foundation. If he couldn’t go, wouldn’t it be missing a golden opportunity?

”Uncle?” Ye Lanfeng was slightly taken aback, then realized she was talking about Yue Fanchen. Smiling, he said, ”His sword dao cannot really be considered a true sword dao. You will understand when you advance to the Holy-grade.”

Only then did Han Yan feel at ease. As for why she would understand only after reaching the Sword Saint, she didn’t ask further. Some things on the cultivation path must be realized through personal understanding.

Thinking about this, Han Yan felt a bit depressed. In her past life, she was at least a Sword Saint Realm expert, but unfortunately, she died inexplicably right after advancing, without even experiencing what was different about the Sword Saint Realm. Of all time, she estimated herself to be the unluckiest Sword Saint.

”Alright, hurry up and get some rest. Tomorrow morning, I’ll send you to the Holy Soul Illusion Realm.” Ye Lanfeng patted Han Yan on the shoulder and stood up.

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”The Holy Soul Illusion Realm has opened! The Holy Soul Illusion Realm has opened!” At the same time, at Divine Elder Peak, Han Yutang, teary-eyed, gritted his teeth and said while looking at the strange lights shooting into the sky outside the window.

Originally, he also had a chance to go to the Holy Soul Illusion Realm to comprehend the Sword Souls of strong practitioners. It was once his greatest wish, but with his injuries this severe, he naturally had no hope left.

At this moment, Han Yutang was sitting in a wooden bucket, his entire body soaking in scalding medicinal liquid, like a crab being boiled.

Nurtured by this rare medicinal liquid, his almost shattered limbs and severely injured internal organs had been restored as new, leaving no hidden dangers, and were even more resilient than those of ordinary cultivators. Although sword dao cultivation focuses more on internal qi cultivation, a stronger body can produce twice the result with half the effort once a certain level of power is reached.

Of course, for him, none of this mattered anymore. With his qi sea completely destroyed, no matter how strong his body became, it was utterly useless.

”Master, please save me, find another way. I also want to go to the Holy Soul Illusion Realm, I want to go!” Han Yutang sobbed as he begged.

”Alas,” Ao Fangchen sighed heavily.

Although the Holy Soul Illusion Realm only restricted Holy-grade experts who already possessed their own sword dao, there weren’t too many other restrictions. It didn’t matter if one’s strength was a bit weaker, but it couldn’t be so weak as to have no cultivation at all. After all, the Heaven and Earth Power in that illusion realm was extremely solid, something an ordinary person couldn’t possibly endure.

”Master...” Seeing Ao Fangchen sigh silently, Han Yutang felt his heart fall into an ice valley, letting out a despairing cry.

”Yutang, first focus on healing. The Holy Court has more than one cultivation illusion realm. Once you recover, there will be other opportunities.” Ao Fangchen comforted him.

”You’re lying to me. You’ve always been lying to me. My injuries cannot heal, they can’t heal!” Similar comforts, Han Yutang had heard countless times these days, only to have his hopes shattered again and again. This time, he finally realized his injuries would never heal, leading to his mental breakdown. He furiously screamed and charged naked toward the wall.

”Yutang!” Ao Fangchen quickly pressed Han Yutang down.

Despite never having been fond of this disciple, after so many years together, he naturally felt some affection. Seeing him suffer such a fate, Ao Fangchen’s eyes filled with tears.

”Yutang, don’t rush. Let your master think of another solution. We won’t just ignore you; there will eventually be a chance to heal your injuries.” A dozen elders surrounded him, trying to persuade him.

They were all elders from various peaks and valleys of the Holy Court, always on good terms with Ao Fangchen. Some were even his juniors. This time, to heal Han Yutang, Ao Fangchen invited them all. Unfortunately, despite everyone’s collaborative efforts, they could only heal his muscles and internal organs, unable to do anything about his qi sea injury.

”You’re all lying to me. All of you are lying!” Han Yutang no longer believed any of them, continuing to go mad with his screams and shouts. Suddenly, he thought of something, his eyes reddened, and he hysterically screamed, ”Mu Hanyan, it’s all Mu Hanyan’s fault for causing me to end up like this. I want to kill her, I want to kill her!”

Screaming, Han Yutang’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Several elders were about to revive him when Ao Fangchen stopped them: ”Let him rest; he’ll continue going mad when he wakes up.”

Saying this, Ao Fangchen looked exhausted; he had been draining himself to help Han Yutang absorb the medicinal power over these past few days.

”Alas, that Mu Hanyan, her actions were too harsh. Even if Yutang was entirely at fault, she shouldn’t have injured him that severely.” An elder lamented as he observed Han Yutang, whose face remained twisted in agony even while unconscious. They never considered that had Han Yutang succeeded, Mu Hanyan and others would not even have a burial place. This double standard is indeed sickening.

”Elder Ao, are we really going to let Mu Hanyan off just like that with Yutang in this state?” Another elder asked, unwilling to let go.

”If we let this go, how can we face Elder Han Lin after we die?” Other elders said with ”righteous indignation.” The Han Lin elders they mentioned were Yutang’s grandfather and maternal grandfather.

Despite their age, they were Ao Fangchen’s juniors. Yutang’s grandfather and maternal grandfather once bestowed great kindness upon them, so they always treated him as their family member. Seeing Yutang in this state while the perpetrator Mu Hanyan remained carefree naturally left them resentful.

Ao Fangchen’s face turned livid. At Holy Sword Peak, he had wished to cripple Mu Hanyan, yet with Jian Wuchen and Ye Lanfeng backing her and the Holy Master mediating, he had to retreat in defeat.

He knew well the Holy Master’s intent; the incident at the Beast Soul Pool was originally Yutang’s fault. For the greater good of the Holy Court, the master obviously wouldn’t deal with Mu Hanyan; it was just a delaying tactic.

If others hadn’t mentioned it again, he would have likely swallowed his resentment, as after all, the other was the Holy Master. Regardless of his unwillingness, he couldn’t truly fall out with him. But now, with old matters resurging, he couldn’t save face.

”Don’t worry; I will definitely seek justice for Yutang.” Ao Fangchen gritted his teeth and said.