Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1832: Chapter 1832: This Kind of Talent Is Impressive

”I know, I know. Auntie, please don’t cry.” Shen Yuhe took out a handkerchief to wipe Zhu Yulan’s tears. With her emotional display, Shen Yuhe’s eyes also turned a bit red.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if she hadn’t spoken, but once she did, Zhu Yulan cried even harder.

”Auntie, you’ve had to run around with us all day today. Take this relic soul bead as a token of appreciation.” Han Yan took out a relic soul bead and handed it to Zhu Yulan.

”Really, really for me?” Zhu Yulan’s eyes lit up, and without waiting for Han Yan to answer, she snatched the relic soul bead from her hand.

Then she was so happy that her mouth couldn’t close, and her tears instantly stopped as if a tap had been turned off, not a single drop left.

Han Yan and the others all felt a little exasperated. Shen Yuhe’s aunt was truly a character! If it weren’t for the tear streaks still on her face and a few teardrops dangling from her chin, it would be hard to believe that she was the one bawling just moments ago.

”Hehe, sorry for making a scene in front of the Master Priest. Please don’t think I’m greedy, I have no other choice, you see. Managing such a big household isn’t easy. If it weren’t for...” Zhu Yulan realized she’d gone a bit overboard and started to explain, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Han Yan and the others turned their heads away, not bothering to listen. Shen Yuhe was so ashamed that she wished she could find a hole to hide in.

...

Under Zhu Yulan’s guidance, Han Yan visited more than a dozen chambers of commerce in just one morning. Unfortunately, she only found two of the required medicinal herbs, and they were both very expensive, each worth millions. Supposedly, the ones that weren’t available were even pricier. Han Yan certainly couldn’t come up with so much money, but fortunately, she didn’t need those two herbs immediately. Once she sold the relic soul bead, she could come back and buy them.

As they walked out of the chamber’s doors, it was already midday. Han Yan once again felt fortunate for bringing Zhu Yulan along; without her, who knows how long those unscrupulous merchants would have deceived them. Visiting these dozen or so chambers of commerce might have taken two days.

It seemed Manager Ding wasn’t wrong; even if they searched all the chambers of commerce in Tianyang City, they couldn’t gather all thirty-plus herbs. After grabbing a quick lunch at a random place, they let Zhu Yulan lead them toward the black market.

Tianyang City is structured in five layers from the inside out, and the black market is located in the outermost layer, surrounded by a circle of dilapidated houses. In the middle is a market, mostly selling worthless medicinal herbs and Meteorite Gold. Without Zhu Yulan showing the way, Han Yan would never have thought this was the black market’s location.

Two casually dressed middle-aged men lazily squatted at the market entrance, basking in the sun. They looked quite like ordinary people, but with Han Yan’s powerful divine sense, she easily detected the spiritual power fluctuations around them. They were clearly black market guards and not just common ones, as their priest cultivation seemed quite substantial.

Zhu Yulan went over and whispered to the two men, seemingly familiar with them.

When dealing with those chambers of commerce earlier, Han Yan noticed that while Zhu Yulan was forthright, her connections were surprisingly good. Now seeing her acquaintance with the black market people, she thought even more highly of her.

”Let’s go inside. The Store Manager is in today. It’s better to handle this business with him; it’s less likely to cause trouble.” Shortly, Zhu Yulan returned, speaking softly to Han Yan, clearly still worried about being discovered and drawing the ire of Long Wucuo.

As she spoke, she took out several masks and handed them to everyone.

”Will this really help?” Han Yan looked at the pig mask in her hand, feeling a bit amused. It felt like they were playing house.

Since it’s the black market, prohibited items are inevitably sold here, so disguising themselves was necessary. However, she doubted such a mask could offer much protection; if someone wanted to investigate, it wouldn’t be hard to find out.

”It might not have much actual use, but some things can be done in private that can’t be publicly acknowledged. As long as no one sees your real face, no trouble will come to you.” Zhu Yulan explained.

”That’s true.” Han Yan put on the mask. Trading on the black market, the risks were well-known, but being too blatant wouldn’t be good.

”Be cautious when you meet the Store Manager. I’ve heard he has a bad temper. Last time, a young lord from the Qingning Temple Chief Priest’s family tried to strong-arm a deal on the black market and got his limbs broken before being thrown out. Not a peep was heard afterward.” As she led the group, including various bull and horse heads and a pig head, Zhu Yulan advised.

”Understood.” Han Yan replied. Having heard about the black market’s background before, she naturally wouldn’t cause trouble for herself.

As they were talking, a man wearing a mouse mask sneaked past them sneakily.

”Hmm, that person looks familiar.” Shen Yuhe whispered, watching the man’s back.

”Seems like Long Wudang.” Sikong Qinglan said.

”That’s him.” Han Yan confirmed.

Had it been someone else, they might not have recognized him so quickly. However, since this guy had been to the Huayu Temple a few times, their hatred for him was intense, making his silhouette easily recognizable.

”Should we quietly give him a beating?” Ling Baobao eagerly suggested.

Coming to the Divine Continent, it seemed like the violent factor in this guy’s body had been activated. He was always ready to resort to underhanded tactics, though it might just be his nature and the fact that he hadn’t found the opportunity to display such behavior back in the Holy Court Continent.

This was due to the differences in cultivation methods between the Holy Court Continent and the Divine Continent. At the Holy Court Continent, they cultivated Qi, allowing even low-level priests to unleash powerful attacks. Pure force wasn’t advantageous against swordsmen unless one had extraordinary innate divine strength or owned a magic artifact like Han Yan’s Netherworld God Blood Shield, which could multiply strength several times over.

On the Divine Continent, priests cultivate spiritual power, and casting divine arts is slower than sword techniques. The lower the skill, the more evident this became, providing martial arts with a fighting chance. As long as the martial arts were refined and the body robust, pure strength could contend with low-level priests.

”Don’t cause trouble.” Han Yan also wished to teach Long Wudang a lesson. How dare he let his big brother come forward, and yesterday’s incident at the Heavenly Sun Temple hadn’t been settled yet.

However, recalling Zhu Yulan’s reminder, she decided not to stir trouble on the black market.

”It’s a pity to let this guy go without giving him a taste of his own medicine.” Ling Baobao said regretfully.

”We’ll see when we come out.” Han Yan said coldly, watching Long Wudang’s figure disappear.

Lady Mu never considered herself to be vindictive, but believed in repaying grievances and debts. Hmm... perhaps it was quite similar to being vindictive.