Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1732: Chapter 1732: Transforming Together, All Rejoice

Mu Tu glanced at Han Yan again, more precisely at the water pouch on Han Yan’s waist, feeling both excited and envious, constantly swallowing his saliva.

”Uncle Mu Tu, this spring water can greatly enhance strength, you should have some too. But don’t drink too much, otherwise your body won’t be able to handle it and it would lead to death.” Han Yan found Mu Tu’s ravenous expression amusing and poured him a cup of spring water.

Since the spring water has its limit, drinking more is just wasteful and only increases pain, so she wasn’t stingy. Besides, although the Blood Wind Thieves have been repelled by the Little Auspicious Beast, who knows if they will come back? She can’t be like Ye Yi’an, staying here forever. If she can help them improve their strength, she’ll be at ease.

”Alright, thank you, great one, thank you,” Mu Tu’s eyes were squinted in joy as he cheerfully received the cup and downed it in one gulp.

”Be careful!” Seeing the guy drink the entire cup of spring water in one go, Han Yan was taken aback.

Unfortunately, Mu Tu acted too fast, and she couldn’t stop him in time.

”Plop!” As soon as the spring water entered his stomach, Mu Tu fell straight to the ground.

”Dad!” Yuyu cried out miserably, rushing to Mu Tu’s side.

The Earth also trembled slightly once more.

Cold sweat quickly formed on Han Yan’s forehead; even if Mu Tu wouldn’t die from drinking the spring water, Yuyu’s pressure on him might push him close to death.

”Mu Tu!” Others hurriedly gathered around, pulling Yuyu away, looking at Mu Tu who was rolling his eyes on the ground with worry.

”Ha!” Suddenly, Mu Tu sat up straight, eyes bulging like copper bells, and jumped up.

”Zombie!” Yuyu screamed again, her face turning pale with fear.

”You silly girl, your dad is not dead; what are you calling a zombie for?” Mu Tu glared at Yuyu fiercely.

Only then did everyone notice that Mu Tu’s already tall and stout body had grown larger, like it was inflated. His temples were pulsing visibly, and his eyes bulged like bronze bells. He looked ferocious, like the legendary wrath-filled Vajra.

Seeing his horrifying face, everyone subconsciously stepped back a few paces.

Mu Tu suddenly roared towards the sky and rushed out of the village, throwing punches and kicks at the giant stone that Han Yan had split into two.

”Bang bang bang bang...” With a series of muffled sounds, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the giant stone.

”What’s wrong with Uncle Mu Tu? Has he gone mad?” A young man asked fearfully and worriedly.

No one answered his question. Watching the giant stone gradually crumble under Mu Tu’s fists and feet, everyone was stupefied. Although Mu Tu was naturally strong, having practiced Martial Arts since childhood, he didn’t possess such divine power. This was evidently related to the cup of spring water Han Yan gave him.

”Ah...” Mu Tu roared and with one final punch, the giant stone shattered into pieces.

”Hahaha, that feels great, great!” Mu Tu laughed heartily.

The look on his face completely relaxed, losing the previous ferocity, and his body returned to its original state.

Seeing this, Han Yan vaguely understood. The power within the spring water was too immense. She was able to distribute the strength across her limbs, bones, and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, and rely on the Divine Martial Refining Soul Technique to withstand the tearing pain, so there wasn’t much visible change outwardly while Mu Tu didn’t have such a foundation. Hence, he could only rely on his physique to endure, making him appear inflated.

And this kind of venting allowed him to gradually dissolve that great strength and integrate it into his body.

Seeing Mu Tu had returned to normal, Han Yan felt relieved. But relying solely on his physique to withstand that immense power, using his ordinary mental state to withstand the pain, Han Yan was deeply impressed by Mu Tu’s formidable physical defense and resolute will.

”Thank you, Master Han Yan. Now, even if those Blood Wind Thieves return, I’m confident I can fight them to the death,” Mu Tu said high-spiritedly, striding back and bowing to Han Yan.

”Uncle Mu Tu, you’re too polite.” Han Yan hurriedly helped Mu Tu up.

She didn’t think Mu Tu was boasting out of inflated self-confidence. Judging from the strength he displayed earlier, it was roughly at the Sixth-tier Swordsman level. While there remained a significant gap compared to Chen Xuefeng, dealing with the other Blood Wind Thieves shouldn’t be difficult. Even if it came down to a life-and-death struggle, Chen Xuefeng might not easily kill him.

At this point, others approached, looking enviously at the water pouch on Han Yan’s waist.

”Alright, you should try it too, but you all saw the situation with Uncle Mu Tu earlier, so don’t drink too much.” Han Yan said as she opened the water pouch, taking a cup and pouring it bit by bit.

Thinking that others don’t have Mu Tu’s physique, nor his Martial Arts cultivation, this time she didn’t pour much: mostly half a cup, sometimes just a few drops.

The Mu Clan people are naturally simple; witnessing Mu Tu’s previously terrifying appearance, they became cautious and evaluated their own physique and strength, each selecting an appropriate cup, drinking cautiously.

Though cautious, without Han Yan’s physique, they could only rely on their strong bodies to endure the immense power.

Soon, the village echoed with fierce roars. One by one, Mu Clan villagers rushed out, punching and kicking at the already shattered giant stone. Even though the giant stone had been split by Han Yan and shattered by Mu Tu, the pieces were still more than half a person high, giving them plenty of room to strike.

Outside the village, the noise was thunderous, dust flying everywhere. When the last Mu Clan villager returned in high spirits, the giant stone, originally three zhang square, had been reduced to rubble.

Han Yan shook her head silently. Though the strongest among them, Mu Tu, only equated to a Sixth-tier Swordsman, all the villagers—except for the excessively young—drank the spring water, even those kids almost grown. The weakest among them probably had equivalent strength to a Swordman First Rank.

Initially, Han Yan was worried they wouldn’t be able to withstand the power contained in the spring water and tried to stop them for a moment, but their insistence—with Yi’an not objecting—led her to let them be.

The end result surprised Han Yan. Regardless of age or gender, not one person had suffered any adverse effects from the spring water. Although they didn’t drink as much as Mu Tu in one go, their robust physique was still astounding.

Yet this again proved the hardships of survival on the Divine Continent. Regardless of gender, even half-grown children must struggle for survival, experiencing early refinements by the Power of Laws.