Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1570: Chapter 1570: Many Questions Answered

He had long been aware of the vendetta between Han Yan and Zhao Sinin, and knew that this person living would ultimately be a hazard. Before him was the perfect opportunity to eliminate him.

”Give him the elixir then,” Han Yan thought for a moment and finally said. Although Zhao Sinin had always hated her to the core, no matter what, it was thanks to him that they managed to endure till the end today. Han Yan was a person who distinguished clearly between gratitude and grievance; if she were to kill him like this, she would never be at ease for the rest of her life.

”I didn’t expect... you... you’ve actually already comprehended this Sword Soul! Cough... cough...” Ao Fangchen also took an elixir, and with much effort stood up tremblingly, wiping the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, his breath uneven as he spoke. No sooner had he finished speaking than he coughed up several mouthfuls of fresh blood, clearly heavily injured.

Although Ao Fangchen had not participated in the training of the Holy Soul Illusion Realm, he had seen pigs run even if he hadn’t eaten pork. This was the first time he had seen someone comprehend a Sword Soul so quietly and without a trace.

No wonder Wei Xiaotian and Han Yutang both returned defeated under her hand; now he finally personally experienced Han Yan’s formidable power.

However, to this point, he still didn’t know the origin of this Sword Soul, only that it was incredibly powerful and terrifying.

Actually, only the Saints of past generations know the secret behind this.

”Elder Ao, why not let today’s matter rest here? I’ll consider it as if nothing happened, how about that?” Han Yan said.

If Jiang Yuzhe were present, he would certainly suggest taking this chance while Ao Fangchen was injured to kill him off. Han Yan actually had some such intentions too. This old man was too arrogant and protective; if he continued haunting persistently, one day it would be her downfall.

However, the training in the Holy Soul Illusion Realm wasn’t dangerous; killing even one Wei Xiaotian would surely cause a commotion, let alone someone as esteemed as Ao Fangchen, who was known as Divine Elder.

Previously, when Zhao Sinin was about to kill Wei Xiaotian, she didn’t stop him because Zhao Sinin was insane. Even if the matter escalated to the Holy Master’s level, he would likely only be expelled from the Holy Court as a resolution. But she wasn’t insane; if she killed Ao Fangchen, how would she explain to the Holy Court?

Of course, these concerns were secondary; the most crucial one was that just now, she had truly exhausted all her strength with that one strike. At the moment, she had no energy left to summon, wishing to kill Ao Fangchen was a desire without the power.

”Hmph, do you really think that just because I’m badly injured, I can’t take you down?” Ao Fangchen coldly snorted and said.

Actually, he had already been somewhat wavering before, and even more despondent after being severely injured. But upon hearing Han Yan’s words, he couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable. It seemed far too disgraceful to leave the matter at rest.

Han Yan’s heart tightened; this old man actually wouldn’t let it rest, making things a bit tricky.

”Stubborn old fool!” Just then, shadows flickered in front of them, and two old men appeared.

”Gai Huangji!” Seeing one of them, Han Yan exclaimed.

”Bo Xuanji (Uncle Bo)!” Ao Fangchen and Wei Xiaotian exclaimed upon seeing the other old man.

Han Yan then noticed that the old man named Bo Xuanji was donned in a Holy Court Steward sword robe. How did a Holy Court Steward end up with a Temple Priest?

A flash of insight struck Han Yan’s mind, resolving many doubts.

Ye Lanfeng and Jian Wuchen had secretly investigated for a long time without finding who issued the edict to annihilate the Han and Tang Families; likewise, who was sowing discord among the Holy Court disciples against Han Yan and others akin to the Divine Guardian’s descendants? Seeing Gai Huangji and Bo Xuanji dressed in a Holy Court Steward sword robe beside him, Han Yan finally found the answer.

Yet she didn’t know if he initially belonged to the temple, or was bribed by Gai Huangji to collude with him.

”So this so-called Holy Court Divine Elder is nothing special. Even a handful of youngsters in the Great Sword Master Realm couldn’t be handled and ended up so badly injured!” As Han Yan pondered, Gai Huangji disdainfully remarked while looking at Ao Fangchen.

”Who are you to dare show such disrespect to me?” Ao Fangchen hadn’t overcome Han Yan and her companions, and was instead severely injured by Han Yan’s last sword. He already felt utterly embarrassed, and Gai Huangji’s words were salt on the wound, stoking his fury.

Although both appeared elderly with white hair, Gai Huangji was actually much younger than Ao Fangchen. During the epic battle millennia ago, Gai Huangji hadn’t been born, so Ao Fangchen didn’t recognize him.

”I am Gai Huangji, Temple Divine Guardian Priest!” Gai Huangji declared, face proud.

”What, you... are a Divine Guardian Priest from the temple!” Ao Fangchen exclaimed in shock.

Not only Ao Fangchen, but Wei Xiaotian behind him also wore a similar expression of astonishment.

”So, you have betrayed the Holy Court, siding with these temple villains and deviants?” Instantly, Ao Fangchen turned his gaze toward Bo Xuanji, eyes nearly ablaze with fury.

For a million years, the Holy Court contended with the temple; the most loathed were traitors who betray from within.

”I originally belong to the temple, what betrayal is there to speak of?” Bo Xuanji coldly snorted.

”Impossible, starting from your great-grandfather, your family served the Holy Court; how can you be from the temple?” Ao Fangchen exclaimed in disbelief.

The Holy Court has been ethereal and mysterious since ancient times because of strict selection. Most Holy Court disciples are descendants of long-standing lineage, Bo Xuanji amongst them.

Of course, not every descendant of a Holy Court disciple can join; it depends on natural talent and character. When Bo Xuanji was selected into the Holy Court, Ao Fangchen personally oversaw the process, so he retained impressions of him.

”No, you are mistaken. In fact, starting from my great-great-grandfather, my family served the Holy Court, but my great-great-grandfather died prematurely. Having only joined the Holy Court for a few years before dying in an accident, he was overlooked,” Bo Xuanji chuckled softly, though his smile carried a note of bitterness.

”Your great-great-grandfather?” Ao Fangchen mused, struggling to recall.

”A thousand years ago, during that great battle, the Holy Court suffered heavy losses, leading to widespread disciple recruitment. My great-grandfather was chosen then. However, he was actually infiltrated into the Holy Court Continent during that battle from the Divine Continent because he was merely an Outer Court disciple, died young, quickly forgotten, with no one scrutinizing his background.

Subsequently, my grandfather entered the Holy Court, similarly as an Outer Court disciple, like my great-great-grandfather, he heroically died within five years of joining. Then my father entered the Holy Court, ultimately leading to me.” Bo Xuanji recounted, voice calm but eyes filled with melancholy.