Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1677: Chapter 1677: Reunion with Ling Baobao

”Bang!” At the same time, Mu Hanyan’s foot landed heavily on the ground. Although she tried her best to perform the Light Body Technique, her strength was suppressed. Moreover, before the power of the Ice Cone invading her Heart Meridian was dissolved by the power of the Xuanhuang Stone, she still sustained some injuries. She couldn’t even manage to perform the Wind Control Skill, and when she landed, her legs were numb from the shock.

The worst part was, the spot where she landed was right in the center of the crowd—next to the unfortunate person who was about to lose all five limbs.

Being in the Divine Continent, and with the Holy Court Continent being a mortal enemy since ancient times, Mu Hanyan didn’t dare to be careless. She rubbed her leg and warily glanced around at the crowd.

She saw that these people were dressed in coarse cloth, including old and young, men and women, with various weapons on their shoulders... No, not weapons, but tools like hoes, shovels, rakes, and the like. Clearly, they weren’t cultivators but ordinary farmers.

Knowing the identity of the opposition, Mu Hanyan felt relieved. Although these people seemed physically strong, they couldn’t compare to cultivators. Even if her strength was suppressed and she was injured, she wouldn’t be threatened by them.

Relaxing, Mu Hanyan glanced at the man who was about to lose his limbs, and was stunned by what she saw.

Ling Baobao, it was actually Ling Baobao!

Last time, relying on the Void-breaking Talisman she refined, Ling Baobao flew to the Nine Heavens. Just as he was about to pass through the torn space fissure, there was a flash of light so bright that no one could see if he entered the fissure. Instead, it seemed there was a tiny black dot falling into the distance.

At that time, Mu Hanyan and others speculated whether he had failed and landed somewhere on the Holy Court Continent. Now it seems they were right. He surely failed, but it wasn’t the Holy Court Continent he fell into; he landed on the Divine Continent.

Compared to before, Ling Baobao was even paler, with a slightly protruding belly indicating signs of prosperity. Life seemed to be going well for him.

Ling Baobao looked up at Mu Hanyan, astonished and speechless.

”You... you...” despite them not being true compatriots, seeing Mu Hanyan under these circumstances overwhelmed Ling Baobao with mixed joy that made him unable to speak. He stood up, eyes glistening with tears, and rushed towards Mu Hanyan.

The surrounding crowd was initially shocked by Mu Hanyan’s sudden descent but quickly regained their senses when they saw Ling Baobao get up, thinking he would escape again. A large, dark-skinned man resembling a pot bottom swung a rake down.

”Such strong power!” Mu Hanyan was slightly surprised.

As soon as the big man made his move, she felt that although he had no cultivation, his strength was no weaker than a second-tier or third-tier Knight cultivator.

Mu Hanyan was unsure of Ling Baobao’s current strength, but judging from his dismal appearance as he was chased by the crowd like a lost dog, she could guess he wouldn’t be very strong. If the rake hit him, there would definitely be bloody holes in his body, and he’d be left with half a life at best.

Of course, Mu Hanyan wouldn’t watch him get hurt. She waved her palm.

As her elegant fingers swept across, an ice mist-like light shadow flashed in front, emitting a beautiful rainbow glow under the sunlight.

”Boom!” The ice mist hit the rake in the big man’s hand, causing a muffled sound as it sent him flying.

”Huh!” Mu Hanyan softly exclaimed in surprise.

No matter how diminished her strength, she was equivalent to a Fifth Rank Sword Master, dealing with a farmer with brute strength wasn’t difficult. That wasn’t surprising; what surprised her was that the ice mist-like light shadow, the rainbow-like glow, resembled the Transformed Swordsmanship of a High-level Knight. How could she possibly perform Sword Energy Formation with her suppressed Fifth Rank Sword Master strength?

”Priest, it’s the Priest!”

”Commoners pay homage to the Priest!”

”Commoners rudely collided with the Priest. Please forgive our blinded eyes and spare our lives.” Even more surprising to Mu Hanyan was that upon seeing her repel their companion with a single palm, the others didn’t rally together to attack but fell to the ground uniformly, even begging for mercy in terror.

What’s going on?

Mu Hanyan looked at the kneeling crowd in confusion, seeing their eyes filled with near-fanatical reverence and fear, her mind baffled.

The sword-like move resembling Sword Energy Formation was quickly understood. The icy power of the Ice Cone, dissolved by the Xuanhuang Stone, hadn’t disappeared but remained in her meridians. When she struck with her palm, it released as frost, emitting rainbow-like light under the sun.

But, what does this have to do with a Priest?

Mu Hanyan understood what a Priest was; Fen Qianji was one of the twelve Divine Language Priests, and Gai Huangji, the father of Huayue and Hua Guanyu, was a Divine Guardian Priest. Clearly, Priests held extremely high status in the Temple Continent.

However, why would they mistake her for a Priest? If a bit of icy power from a Mutated Stone Plate Pig could make one a Priest, then Priests would be too worthless.

Looking at the faces full of respect yet fear, Mu Hanyan felt more confused.

”Everyone rise.” Being worshipped by people was far better than being attacked en masse. Mu Hanyan waved her hand gracefully.

Thankfully, she had experienced such scenes often. Although still uncomfortable, she wasn’t entirely unaccustomed. As Lady Mu raised her hand, she exuded an air of a transcendent being... Well, Lady Mu admitted, initially she learned it from Qu the Godman, and soon surpassed him. She indeed had a talent for becoming a God-man.

”Priest, would you kindly forgive us, not punish us for our disrespect?” Lady Mu’s god-man presence was very convincing. Seeing her calm demeanor, the crowd was ignorant of her feelings and dared not rise easily.

In fact, they misjudged. Lady Mu maintained composure not because she wasn’t angry, but because she didn’t know whether to be happy or angry. Priests differed in rank, and she didn’t know the Priest level according to the crowd or intimidate them. She feared overdoing it and ruining things.

”Hmm.” Mu Hanyan nodded modestly. Creating mystique was an introductory lesson for God-man, which Lady Mu understood well.

”Thank you, Priest! Thank you, Priest!” The crowd was overjoyed and bowed heavily to Mu Hanyan before finally standing up.