Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1705: Chapter 1705: Far Too Self-Righteous

This wretched appearance, coupled with the vacant gaze, closely resembled someone who had just been... well... by dozens of men. It was an unbearable sight.

Uh... evil, truly evil. Lady Mu felt deeply ashamed of her wicked thoughts.

Witnessing the miserable state of Wen Rongsong and the others, Ye Yi’an was so surprised that he struggled to close his mouth.

If Han Yan could escape unscathed, he could somewhat understand it, but the present situation was entirely beyond his expectations.

It must be noted that Wen Rongsong and Liang Gubai were Ninth Rank Divine Priests, even slightly stronger than him at the moment. Although Kang Qingyuan was somewhat weaker, he too had reached the Realm of an Eighth Rank Divine Priest. No matter how powerful Mu Hanyan was, she shouldn’t have injured them so badly. However, the facts were laid before him; even if he had a thousand doubts, he had to accept this reality.

Having just arrived at the Divine Continent, her power was suppressed to the Fifth Rank Swordsman... No, she hadn’t even used the strength of a Fifth Rank Swordsman, yet she could seriously injure these masters.

He had no doubt that Wen Rongsong and the others ended up like this entirely because of Mu Han Yan’s handiwork. Even once, twice, a Gathering Spirit Array blew up; now the third time exploded, even the most high-ranking and powerful priests in Feng City Temple were injured this way. If he believed all of this was coincidental, his thousand years would have been lived in vain.

No wonder she was a Saint; only such a prodigy could come into the Holy Master’s favor, right! At this moment, Ye Yi’an was full of admiration for the Holy Master’s keen eye.

Little did he know, if it weren’t necessary to rely on Mu Han Yan’s bloodline to acquire those twelve inheritances, the Holy Master would have dearly loved to strangle Mu Han Yan to sate his heart’s hatred.

On the other side of the high platform, Sikong Qinglan gazed at Mu Han Yan, her face flushed with excitement, her entire body trembling continuously: It was her, it must be her. Who else could severally injure such powerful temple priests before formally becoming a priest?

”Why so merciful? It’s better to finish off these old bastards.” Among all, only Ling Baobao wasn’t surprised at all, regretting Lady Mu’s mercifulness.

Mu Han Yan wiped off a cold sweat silently. Indeed, close friendship with Huayue and the others had rubbed off on Ling Baobao, making him also heartless; however, he seemed to forget where this was.

This wasn’t the Holy Court Continent, nor Anyun City, but the temple. Never mind if she had the ability to kill Wen Rongsong and others; even if she had, she couldn’t do it. Otherwise, countless eyes would focus on her and how would she protect her secrets then?

In truth, the commotion was quite significant earlier. Upon hearing the thunderous explosion and the miserable cries from Wen Rongsong and others, many young priests ran over. As they saw the tragic looks of several old priests, they stood gawking at the doorway, caught in indecision.

They thought of going to assist the masters yet feared blaming them for the embarrassment would fall upon themselves. If this incident spread, exposing their faces, they might even bear their grudge. But feigning ignorance, they feared the masters’ future accusations of disregarding elders. For a moment, these young priests were filled with confusion, not knowing what course of action to take.

”What’s happening?” Just then, an authoritative voice arose as an old priest walked in leisurely.

”Subordinates pay respect to Master Priest!” The group of young priests finally breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully greeted.

It turned out this was Chu Yanghe, the Master Priest of Feng City Temple. He appeared dignified and wore a markedly different Priest Robe than the others. While others were clad in black robes with white water embroidered pattern on the cuffs, he was dressed in a white robe, a symbol of Divine Master Priest.

Chu Yanghe looked around at the crowd in the hall, then glanced at Wen Rongsong and the others looking dusty and stained with blood, furrowing his brows.

”What are you bunch doing here? Go do whatever you should be doing.” As Chu Yanghe spoke, he waved his hand while walking inside.

The young priests felt pardoned as if receiving a great amnesty, hurriedly retreating a few steps yet not leaving entirely, instead hiding at corners along the distant corridor, peeking cautiously this way.

Just an entrance test for low-level priests, but these priest masters were made so embarrassed; everyone was filled with curiosity.

”Who are you?” Chu Yanghe’s gaze swept over Ye Yi’an and Mu Han Yan, asking.

”I am Mu Yi’an, Guardian Priest of the Mu Family from Mu Family Village, paying respect to you, sir.” Ye Yi’an slightly bowed in greeting.

Though he was significantly older than Chu Yanghe, their statuses differed, so he maintained the appropriate respect.

”No need for courtesy, Lord Mu.” Others might not have heard of Mu Yi’an’s name, but as the Master Priest of Feng City Temple, Chu Yanghe could not be ignorant, so he responded politely.

”By the way, what brings you, Lord Mu, to Feng City Temple this time?” Chu Yanghe inquired.

”I’ve come specifically with two Mu Family descendants to participate in the priest test, and unexpectedly some incidents occurred,” Ye Yi’an replied.

”Incidents?” Chu Yanghe surveyed the chaotic main hall and Wen Rongsong and the others stained with grime, unable to fathom how great an incident could lead to such a scene.

”Sir, this Mu Han Yan attempted to sneak through using a concealed Magic Artifact, repeatedly destroying two Gathering Spirit Arrays. We detected anomalies but found no concrete evidence, thus sought to investigate personally. Who knew that the artifact would wreck arrays, even injuring us three like this,” Wen Rongsong accused Mu Han Yan furiously.

Not only outsiders, but even Ye Yi’an, aware of Mu Han Yan’s background, found it hard to believe she could destroy several arrays and finally severely injure Wen Rongsong and the others, let alone others.

Thus, Wen Rongsong concluded Mu Han Yan hid an exceptionally powerful Magic Artifact with no reservations left.

”What!” Chu Yanghe was astonished, face sinking, questioning Ye Yi’an, ”Lord Mu, is what Master Wen says true?”

”Those arrays indeed had defects due to long service, however...” Ye Yi’an deliberated before replying.

Before finishing his sentence, Chu Yanghe interrupted, furiously rebuking, ”Mu Yi’an, defects due to long service? How could these arrays have defects due to long service? You became a temple priest a millennium ago, yet utter such words! What Magic Artifact did your Mu Family descendant hide that demolished our Feng City Temple’s Concentration Array like this!

Mu Yi’an, I should rightfully address you as elder, yet you dare indulge your Mu Family descendants into committing such shameless acts. Have you no regard for the temple, for me, Chu Yanghe!”