Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1742: Chapter 1742: Bullies at the Door

”How is it, can you cultivate?” Although she no longer had her brows tightly knit, Sikong Qinglan was still a bit worried.

”There shouldn’t be any problem.” Han Yan said as she put down the book on Fire Manipulation Divine Skill and picked up another one on Water Manipulation Technique.

The discovery just now seemed to open a brand-new door in front of her. Regarding Priest Divine Technique, she was full of curiosity amidst her excitement. She wondered if, as Ye Yi’an mentioned, relying on Xuanhuang Energy, she could cultivate any Power of Laws without restriction.

With her mind focused solely on cultivation, she didn’t have the spare time to talk in detail with Sikong Qinglan and didn’t notice the worry in Sikong Qinglan’s eyes.

Seeing Han Yan’s vague words and her picking up another Priest Divine Technique, Sikong Qinglan thought she had encountered trouble again, and couldn’t help but worry.

Not long after, Han Yan tossed aside the Water Manipulation Divine Skill and picked up the Light Sacrificial Song.

Seeing this trend, Sikong Qinglan became even more concerned. Clearly, to Han Yan, Water Manipulation Divine Water was harder to comprehend than Fire Manipulation Divine Skill. She wondered if other Divine Arts would be easier for her.

At this moment, Sikong Qinglan had no idea that Han Yan threw aside the Water Manipulation Divine Skill not because it was difficult to comprehend, but because it was almost identical to Fire Manipulation Divine Skill, just requiring different Power of Laws, so Han Yan didn’t bother to waste time.

At this time, loud arguing came from outside.

”You keep pondering yourself, I’ll go take a look.” Sikong Qinglan frowned and said to Han Yan.

”You go ahead.” Han Yan didn’t even lift her head.

”Don’t be too anxious, take it slow. We’ve been exposed to Priest Divine Technique since childhood, so we can perform it immediately after baptism. Spending more time is fine for you.” Sikong Qinglan comforted with heartfelt words.

After speaking, he quickly walked out.

”Do I look anxious?” Han Yan raised her head, glanced at Ling Baobao, and asked, puzzled.

”Ah, what did you say?” Ling Baobao was intently studying the Overlord Dragon Armor and raised his head blankly after hearing.

”Isn’t this turtle shell useless, why are you holding onto it every day?” Han Yan asked curiously.

Ever since the origin of the Overlord Dragon Armor was recognized, Ling Baobao held onto it without letting go, pondering over it repeatedly. Han Yan even suspected that he clung to it while sleeping, but the Dragon Clan Blood Essence and the spring water condensed from it had already reached her, so it should be useless.

”Who said it’s useless, it should still be useful.” Ling Baobao said.

”What’s the use?” Han Yan was even more curious.

”Haven’t figured it out yet, I’ll know once I do.” Ling Baobao said as he continued tapping on the turtle shell.

Surprisingly, Han Yan rarely saw him so engrossed, so she didn’t disturb him further and picked up another Priest Divine Technique.

They’re all just beginner’s crude Divine Arts. After crossing the first and key threshold, everything else posed no challenge for Han Yan. Even the so-called Light Sacrificial Song was essentially similar. Han Yan now understood that the Sacrificial Song, which Sikong Qinglan chanted while feverishly worshiping, was actually a method to gather one’s mental state and enhance Divine Sense.

The stronger the Divine Art, the higher the requirements for Divine Sense. Often, the Sacrificial Song is needed to enhance Divine Sense, and such Divine Arts usually have a slightly longer execution time than Sword Dao, of course, all related to strength, still without division of strength. If there truly was one stronger or weaker, the temple and Holy Court might have disputed for a million years, with one side being wiped out long ago.

Finally, Han Yan put down the last Divine Art book. Although she didn’t practice them one by one, she was certain Ye Yi’an was right. Spending more time cultivating any Power of Laws posed no difficulty for her.

Sikong Qinglan and the others hadn’t returned yet, but the arguing outside grew even more intense, seemingly with people starting to fight.

”Let’s go see.” Han Yan said to Ling Baobao.

”Oh, you go first. I’ll keep pondering.” Ling Baobao didn’t want to move, all his thoughts focused on the turtle shell.

”Okay then.” Han Yan didn’t insist, walking quickly outside.

Outside the temple gates, led by An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, and Sikong Qinglan, Huayu Temple priests were confronting a group of young priests also wearing black priest robes, with a crowd of citizens gathered around, all with anger on their faces.

Sikong Qinglan was helping Yan Qingshan up, who seemed to have been injured by the opponents, although not seriously.

”Impudent commoners, dare you lay hands on the priests, do you have a death wish?” On the opposite side, a thin priest jumped up and down, pointing at Yan Qingshan and shouting loudly.

”You forced your way into our Huayu Temple, and injured our temple guards, and now you dare to accuse us first!” Sikong Qinglan said angrily.

”What do you mean force into Huayu Temple, I just wanted to take a look at your Book Collection Hall. These commoners don’t know their place and dared block my way, their luck for surviving a single strike.” A young priest opened his folding fan with a sly smile.

This person wore a black priest robe, seemingly like the others, but if looked closely, the quality was noticeably better. The person was slick-looking and exuded arrogance, evidently leading the group of priests.

Upon seeing the white cloud pattern embroidered on his priest robe, Han Yan was mildly startled.

Ninth-level Divine Priest! This guy, despite his slick appearance, was like a spoiled rich kid, but his strength wasn’t weak.

Clearly, the visitors weren’t friendly.

”Is the Huayu Temple’s Book Collection Hall open to everyone? Without a decree from Lord Divine, anyone not a priest here cannot enter.” Sikong Qinglan said firmly.

”Hahaha, you still think Huayu Temple is the Huayu Temple of the past, speaking of Lord Divine’s decree, he’s long let you fend for yourselves, what decree?” The young priest mocked loudly.

Hearing his words, the priests of Huayu Temple showed a look of shame.

”Stop dilly-dallying, make way quickly, or be prepared for my rudeness.” The young priest closed his folding fan, leading his followers forward.

”Stop, without Lord Divine’s decree, no one can enter!” Qi Ming and several young priests stood in front.

”Seems like the lesson earlier wasn’t enough!” The young priest sneered and suddenly struck with his palm.

A soil-yellow glow burst forth, bringing a weight like a mountain.

Qi Ming and others instinctively tried to block but were struck and flew back with a muffled sound.

Witnessing this, everyone felt a shock, and many showed fear in their eyes.

”You, you’re too much!” An Xiaxin trembled all over, shouted angrily.