Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1127: She Doesn’t Want to Stand Out Like This

"It’s more than just making things difficult, I was almost kicked out of the Sword Casting Hall," Ling Baobao said.

"What happened?" Huayue and the others were taken aback.

After Ling Baobao recounted the incident, everyone was so angry that they were gnashing their teeth.

"I really didn’t expect that Nie Fangsheng, as a mentor, would be so narrow-minded and despicable. Truly unworthy of being a teacher," Huayue and Zirong said indignantly.

"I’ll go and kill him right now!" Jiang Yuzhe said decisively, heading straight for the door.

Han Yan raised several black lines across her forehead, staring blankly at Jiang Yuzhe. How did this guy become so ruthless and violent? In the past life, "Ghost Sword" Jiang Yuzhe was known for his unpredictable, bizarre moves that took people by surprise, but if one talks about cruelty, he was far from the innate cold-heartedness of Huayue and still less than the changed personality of Zirong. How has he become the most ruthless in this life?

Could it be the saying "near vermilion makes you red, near ink makes you black surpassing the blue from which it came" or is it because he has completely mastered the Shadow Shifting Barrier, leading to an extreme inflation of confidence?

"Forget it, let’s spare him for now," Mu Hanyan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, stopping Jiang Yuzhe.

Although Nie Fangsheng, like herself, is a Fifth Rank Sword Master, Jiang Yuzhe is also an expert in the Sword Master Realm, and with the Shadow Shifting Barrier and his ghostly Shadowless Sword Technique, he might really be able to kill him if he takes him by surprise.

Nie Fangsheng is trying to trouble me, if he dies, even a fool would connect it to me.

On the first day at the academy, two academy mentors were harmed because of me—one dead, one crippled. I would not only be a target for many but would undoubtedly become Long Yan’s public enemy. I don’t want such fame.

"He’s troubling you so much, how can we let him off so easily?" Jiang Yuzhe said, unwilling to give up.

"Hmph, it’s just some insignificant tricks, am I supposed to be afraid of him? If he wants to test my Sword Casting Technique, then I’ll let him witness it," Mu Hanyan said disdainfully.

"You really plan to cast a sword?" Huayue and the others looked at him with strange expressions.

Speaking of which, Mu Hanyan was already a miraculous existence in their eyes, as if nothing was too difficult for him. But when it came to sword casting... they had personally witnessed Mu Hanyan’s Sword Casting Technique. Though its power was undeniable, the shape... If described in one word, it was "ugly," in two words, "extremely ugly," in three words, "exceptionally ugly," and in four words, "ugly beyond comparison."

Oh well, let’s not describe it any further. In any case, Nie Fangsheng’s use of the Shape Casting and Bone Forging to challenge Mu Hanyan hit Lady Mu’s fatal flaw right on the spot.

"Don’t underestimate me. Although Nie Fangsheng’s character is vile, when it comes to Sword Casting Technique, he does have exceptional skills. After watching his Sword Casting Technique today, I’ve gained a lot, especially in the twelve techniques of Shape Casting and Bone Forging. My Sword Casting Technique is by no means the Wuxia Ameng of the past."

"Really?" Huayue and the others asked weakly, clearly showing deep skepticism toward Lady Mu’s words.

"Alright, I won’t talk much with you. You’ll see shortly," Mu Hanyan couldn’t be bothered to argue with these dim-witted fellows.

While they were talking, clunky sounds came from outside, as Tan and the Yu Shulin Feng brothers carried a colossal sword casting furnace into the courtyard.

This sword casting furnace was entirely colored in cinnabar gold, with exquisite runes engraved on it and evidently also blessed by an array, which greatly benefited the concentration of firepower, surpassing Mu Hanyan’s previous blacksmith furnace by a long shot.

Besides the sword casting furnace, Tan Yu also bought a small amount of refined iron for Mu Hanyan to practice with.

"Light the fire, open the furnace." Mu Hanyan rolled up her sleeves, truly having the demeanor of a Sword Casting Master.

Gu Yushu was about to start cooking, but upon seeing Mu Hanyan’s demeanor as a Sword Casting Master, he couldn’t move his feet, his face full of admiration and longing.

Anyway, with their level of cultivation, missing a meal was nothing, even going without food or drink for ten days or half a month wouldn’t hurt. If they had elixirs, they could go without food even longer, so whether or not the meal was made didn’t matter.

Huayue and the others lit the furnace fire skillfully, and soon, a bluish flame rose from it, solidifying without dispersing.

Under the expectant gaze of Huayue, Tan Yu, and the others, Mu Hanyan picked up a piece of refined iron with her left hand and lifted the sword-casting hammer with her right hand.

With a flick of her wrist, the hammer traced a beautiful arc and fell onto the refined iron. Melting Iron, Gold Shattering, Flowing Silver, Top Striking, Casting Edge, Casting Handle... One exquisite Sword Casting Technique after another revealed itself as Mu Hanyan’s hands continued to work.

Huayue and the others were slightly surprised, staring in amazement at Mu Hanyan. It was their first time seeing such exquisite Sword Casting Technique, and like Mu Hanyan, Tan Yu, and the others before them, they were captivated by it.

No wonder Mu Hanyan was so confident. It seems her confidence was not blind arrogance but a genuine insight gained from Nie Fangcheng’s Sword Casting Technique.

Tan Yu and the others were also full of admiration. Compared to Nie Fangsheng’s powerful Sword Casting Technique, Mu Hanyan’s twelve-style Sword Casting Technique appeared more balanced in motion and calmness, toughness and softness, and was filled with aesthetic beauty. Clearly, Mu Hanyan didn’t just remember the mnemonic and the key points. As he said, he truly experienced some real insight.

Their gaze grew even more expectant.

...

Meanwhile, in the Sword Casting Hall, Qiu Zizhong was sitting opposite Nie Fangsheng, with a hint of anxiety on his face.

"Lord Nie, why not just expel Mu Hanyan from the Sword Casting Hall and be done with it? Why go through so much trouble?" Qiu Zizhong said, somewhat unwillingly.

"Zizhong, you are also a senior disciple of the academy. You should know that the academy has its own rules. Even as a mentor, I can’t just expel a disciple based on personal likes and dislikes. Moreover, since Mu Hanyan is a disciple of Gong Hongru, if I overstep, I fear that old fellow would be hard to deal with," Nie Fangsheng said.

"I’m sorry, Master Nie, I was too reckless," Qiu Zizhong realized he had been too hasty and said apologetically.

"No problem, I know you’re eager for revenge. Lord Qiu has served Long Yan Academy for many years and has met such an end. As a descendant of the Qiu Family, it’s only natural for you to want to avenge him.

Don’t worry, tomorrow I will kick Mu Hanyan out of the Sword Casting Hall to vent your anger," Nie Fangsheng reassured with a wave of his hand.

"Master Nie, I heard that you plan to test Mu Hanyan with the Shape Casting and Bone Forging techniques and promised to teach her your ancestral Sword Casting Technique if she succeeds in forging the Blood Gall Sword Shape and Bone. Isn’t that a bit rash?" Qiu Zizhong expressed his concern.