Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1714: Chapter 1714: Why Did He Risk His Life for Her

I initially thought that Mu Family Village was atop this peak, but the more we walked, the more something felt off. How could this be a place where ordinary people live? Even some low-level priests would find it hard to survive here.

”Originally, I wanted to let you live a bit longer, but instead, you sought your own death.” Suddenly, a hoarse, cold laugh echoed from behind.

”Who’s there!” Sikong Qinglan whipped around abruptly. A man draped entirely in black robes, his face also masked with a black cloth, slowly appeared.

Han Yan coldly gazed at the figure before her. Despite the black veil, she recognized a familiar air from his figure and the cold, murderous intent in his eyes, further confirming her earlier suspicions.

Kang Qingyuan was indeed cautious, even at times like these, he refused to reveal his true appearance.

Kang Qingyuan ignored Sikong Qinglan and continued to walk forward slowly.

”Stop, what do you want? We are temple priests; daring to offend us is a crime punishable by death!” Sikong Qinglan perceived the malice in his eyes, quickly revealing his identity. However, dressed in tatters now, his authority as a priest was hard to discern.

”Priests? I truly don’t know what Master Priest of Huayu Temple is thinking, allowing someone so greenhorn-like to become a Prayer Priest. Have they really fallen so low that they can’t select anyone halfway decent?” The black-clothed man spoke disdainfully, mixed with a sigh.

”You know who I am!” Sikong Qinglan was slightly shocked.

He initially thought this person was a refugee, driven by desperation to commit crimes, not recognizing their identities. He hadn’t taken it seriously. Regardless of status or strength, even the fiercest refugee could not compare with a priest. He believed merely revealing his identity would deter any ill intentions.

Unexpectedly, the opponent knew his identity all too well. Things seemed to be far from straightforward as he had imagined.

”I never intended to kill you, but since you insist on getting involved with them, you leave me no choice.” Murder intent flashed across the black-clothed man’s eyes, and he swung a sword at Sikong Qinglan.

Sikong Qinglan, though shy, was not foolish. Detecting something amiss, he had secretly prepared, and upon seeing the attack, immediately drew his sword to confront it.

One blue, one green, two streaks of Sword Light burst forth from the swords simultaneously, clashing violently, erupting into brilliant and mysterious light.

Sikong Qinglan grunted, spitting a mouthful of blood and stumbled backward, retreating.

Just as Han Yan expected, Sikong Qinglan, despite his rank, was too young compared to Kang Qingyuan, unable to match him, suffering severe injuries in one strike.

Kang Qingyuan had no interest in wasting time on him. With a single sword blow, he struck him away and promptly focused on assaulting Han Yan.

”Watch out!” Ye Yi’an instinctively shouted, stepping forward to swing his sword at Kang Qingyuan.

Crimson light, like flames burning, surged toward Kang Qingyuan.

Clearly, Ye Yi’an had solid foundations. Though his Realm hadn’t significantly advanced in a thousand years, remaining at the Ninth-level Divine Priest, his actions were steady and weighty, carrying an air of authority.

”No wonder you can guard the Mu Family for so many years, indeed possessing some strength. Unfortunately, you’re too old.” Kang Qingyuan showed hints of admiration in his eyes.

”Endless winter, grant me the power of ice and snow, Ice Overture!” Then, Kang Qingyuan’s gaze turned cold. Uttering the chant softly, he gestured with intricate sword techniques.

In an instant, the surrounding air turned icy, countless ice crystals dancing in the wind, spiraling toward Ye Yi’an.

Ye Yi’an’s Sword Light, akin to flame, rapidly dimmed. Beneath the Sword Light resembling flying snowflakes, it barely held for a moment before staggering continuously backward.

Kang Qingyuan was right; he indeed was too old, having reached life’s limit long ago, merely sustaining through constant elixir consumption, incapable of wielding peak power.

Han Yan grasped Kang Qingyuan’s arm tightly, with a solemn expression.

Though she anticipated Ye Yi’an and Sikong Qinglan would be outmatched by Kang Qingyuan, she didn’t expect their defeat to be so swift and decisive. Clearly, she had underestimated Kang Qingyuan. Initially believed to rank lowest among Feng City Temple High Priests, he might surpass Wen Rongsong and Liang Gubai. Likely, his feigned defeat by Chu Yanghe in rage was mere act.

Initially, considering Sikong Qinglan’s presence as an outsider, Han Yan intended to wait for the perfect moment to act; however, it seemed she could no longer afford to wait. Her hand slowly grasped the sword hilt.

”What, would you still dare to fight me? With you, do you have the qualifications?” Kang Qingyuan couldn’t help but laugh, seeing the battle intent igniting in Han Yan’s eyes.

Despite her innate understanding of Power of Laws, Han Yan severely punished them using arrays at Feng City Temple, yet Kang Qingyuan couldn’t believe the girl before him had any qualification to engage him.

”Lord Sacrificial Officer!” Mu Tu rushed up now, supporting Ye Yi’an with one hand while drawing his gleaming butcher knife with the other.

Yet even Ye Yi’an and Sikong Qinglan were no match for Kang Qingyuan; his Martial Arts were utterly negligible.

”You must hurry, I’ll hold him off!” Just then, Sikong Qinglan took large strides, instantly blocking Han Yan’s way.

Han Yan and Ye Yi’an were both slightly stunned. Given Sikong Qinglan wasn’t foolish, he should have discerned whom the threat aimed at; his best choice now should be turning and making a swift escape, shouldn’t it?

”Why are you still standing? Hurry up!” With a slight turn of his head, seeing Han Yan and the others dazed, Sikong Qinglan grew even more anxious.

”Reckless!” Kang Qingyuan sneered coldly, once more swinging a sword at Sikong Qinglan.

”Go, go!” Sikong Qinglan shouted twice, then suddenly leapt up, thrusting his Longsword directly at Kang Qingyuan’s Heart Meridian with a stance suggesting mutual destruction.

Han Yan was even more puzzled; calculatedly, she’d known Sikong Qinglan mere days, mostly spent in separate carriages unseen, surface acquaintances at most. Why would this fellow risk his life for them?

”Be careful!” Ye Yi’an shared the same confusion. Though puzzled, unwilling to witness Sikong Qinglan’s potential sacrifice for them, he forced himself to gather strength, joining the fray.

Sword Lights clashed, erupting in radiant display, Ye Yi’an and Sikong Qinglan simultaneously grunting, rebounding like kites with broken strings.