Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1845: Chapter 1845: Didn’t Eat, Use More Strength!

Huh, nothing happened! Long Wudang felt a wave of joy in his heart, carefully attempting to open the wooden box, but it didn’t budge at all.

”Did you not eat? Use a bit more strength,” Gao Weihu scolded.

Long Wudang gathered his courage to grasp the lid, exerting all his strength to lift it, but even with all his effort, the wooden box still wouldn’t budge.

”Let me try.” Gao Weihu snatched the box from Long Wudang’s hands, shouted loudly, attempting to open the lid, but his face turned completely red—and yet, the wooden box didn’t budge.

Afterward, Gao Weihu threw the box on the ground, stomped and kicked it several times, and even took out a large iron hammer to smash it fiercely, but the wooden box remained undamaged.

”It worked, the Master Priest succeeded!” Long Wudang cried with joy.

Mu Hanyan glanced at Long Wudang; having successfully stolen the Long family’s ancestral Sealing Technique, she didn’t see what he was so excited about—betraying one’s own was uncalled for.

She didn’t understand Long Wudang’s previous despair or his current relief after surviving a calamity.

Breathless, Gao Weihu sat on the ground, looking at Mu Hanyan with an odd expression. He had absolute confidence in his talents, especially in the field of Sealing Techniques—several old priests renowned for this skill at the Life God Temple had praised him highly. However, compared to Mu Hanyan, he realized he was just a frog in the well.

No wonder Long Wudang and Ou Mingzhi both suffered at her hands; this new Huayu Chief Priest was indeed not to be underestimated.

Thinking of the family members who wanted him dead, and the life-and-death struggle he would face half a year later, Gao Weihu’s gaze towards Mu Hanyan became increasingly fervent.

Once you’ve mastered the Sealing Technique, learning the corresponding Sealing Breaking Technique became much easier. After Long Wudang merely explained things without much demonstration, Mu Hanyan effortlessly broke the seals on the wooden box.

Mu Hanyan practiced a few more times, finding both sealing and breaking the seals to be easy and effortless.

Next to her, Long Wudang was already dumbfounded. He had started learning the ancestral Sealing Technique in his early teens and had been practicing for over ten years now, with few successes over the years. Yet Mu Hanyan mastered it as if it were child’s play.

Watching her nimble and agile technique, Long Wudang began doubting his own intelligence.

”I remember you said Long Wucuo added heavy sealing restrictions on the Chaos God Sword; do you know anything else?” Mu Hanyan asked.

”The others are derived from this technique, totaling twelve variations—profound and mystical. I’ll demonstrate for you,” Long Wudang said, shaking his head to dismiss further thoughts that might wound his pride.

After watching Long Wudang’s so-called twelve profound and mystical variations, Mu Hanyan almost fell headlong to the ground. These variations didn’t even measure up to Martial Arts evolved from the Eight Desolate God Fall, yet he dared to call them profound and mystical.

Not only did Long Wudang doubt his own intelligence, but Mu Hanyan almost doubted it too.

After Long Wudang finished his demonstration, Mu Hanyan executed the hand formations one by one without needing further explanation, layering sealing upon sealing onto the wooden box.

Although he had repeatedly warned himself not to compare with Mu Hanyan, when faced with the dazzling sealing runes that she created, Long Wudang was despondent, speechless with his mouth agape.

”Alright, you can play with it now.” Mu Hanyan casually tossed the wooden box to Long Wudang, no longer interested in spending effort on the sealing techniques.

The ten or so variations were rudimentary; mastering the basic Sealing Technique made them easy to grasp. Only someone with Long Wudang’s intelligence would find them profound and mystical—she had no desire to waste her time.

”Is there nothing else? Then I’ll head back?” Long Wudang cautiously asked Mu Hanyan.

”Did you think I called you here just to learn the Sealing Technique?” Mu Hanyan glared at Long Wudang. This guy wasn’t smart, but he wasn’t foolish either; there’s no way he wouldn’t know her true purpose—he was just playing dumb.

”Master Priest, I know you’re interested in the Chaos God Sword, but the Long Family is heavily guarded, and Long Wucuo treats the Chaos God Sword like his lifeline. During the day when he’s not around, there are about ten trusted individuals taking turns guarding it. When he returns at night, he watches over it himself. Even his closest concubines can’t set foot in his room without his permission. Even if you learn the Long family’s Sealing Technique, there’s no chance to strike,” Long Wudang said with a pained expression. Mu Hanyan had made her intentions so clear that he couldn’t feign ignorance any longer.

”Nonsense, if it weren’t so heavily guarded, why would I need you? Find a way to divert their attention. Those Life God Temple guards injured during the last two disturbances still aren’t fully healed; I’ve yet to settle the scores with you. How dare you incite Long Wucuo to trouble me—if this task fails, don’t blame me for being hard on you,” Mu Hanyan said, leaving no room for dispute.

Long Wudang looked pitifully at Mu Hanyan. The injuries of those guards weren’t serious; he had compensated twice, nearly giving away his life savings. For such minor injuries, they should have healed by now, but they weren’t; Mu Hanyan was clearly targeting him.

What was even more infuriating was the issue with Long Wucuo. He clearly stated that it was Long Wudang and Ou Mingzhi colluding against him—yet how did the blame fall on him?

”Master Priest, Long Wucuo troubling you is because of Ou Mingzhi—it really has nothing to do with me. He actually wishes me dead. You don’t know, he has repeatedly targeted me over the years. If I hadn’t been lucky, I’d have been a cripple already. Why do you think I’ve been getting into trouble and amass such a sordid reputation as Young Master Long Yang? It’s all to lower his guard. There’s no reason I should take the fall for his ties with Ou Mingzhi,” Long Wudang couldn’t help but speak out.

Whether or not the injured guards had healed was Mu Hanyan’s word against his, but he didn’t want to take the blame for Long Wucuo’s actions.

”You say it has nothing to do with you? You think I’ll believe that? And besides, debts from fathers to sons, or brothers, are natural; who else should bear it but you? You’re brothers after all,” Mu Hanyan said with a dismissive sneer.

Having seen enough of noble families tearing each other apart, she actually somewhat believed Long Wudang. After all, the Ninth-level Divine Priest cultivation wasn’t a lie. He should have decent talent and diligence—indeed inconsistent with the bad reputation of Young Master Long Yang. Perhaps he really put on a front due to pressure from Long Wucuo.

However, since she still needed to use Long Wudang, even with some sympathy, she wouldn’t show it.