Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1133: So Stingy

Han Yan certainly wouldn’t let Nie Fangsheng off. Although she now had Chaos Heavenly Fire, which could resonate with her heart and help her control the heat in sword forging, Chaos Heavenly Fire didn’t know any Sword Casting Techniques. She still had to learn and comprehend it herself.

Nie Fangsheng said he would pass on the ancestral Sword Casting Technique of the Nie Family, but how could Han Yan trust his character? What if he did something tricky or held back some knowledge, and she ended up being deceived without knowing why? It would be better to obtain the Nie Family’s ancestral Sword Casting Secret Manual.

Of course, Star Illusion Thousand Machine also knew the Sword Casting Technique, but unfortunately, his specialty lay in the God-man Technique. He only knew the mnemonics of Sword Casting Technique, and had no idea how to apply it. Relying solely on these mnemonics to comprehend Sword Casting would take an unknown amount of time.

Typically, ancestral secret books not only have mnemonics but also various annotations and insights left by predecessors, which are far more useful than Han Yan comprehending it herself. These could even be more effective than Nie Fangsheng’s personal tutoring in some places.

Nie Fangsheng stood there dumbfounded, as he previously assumed Han Yan was bound to fail. He never expected this outcome; had he known earlier, he would have casually copied a Sword Casting Secret Manual for Han Yan to resolve the matter. Unfortunately, it was too late to reconsider now.

"Master Nie, you’re not thinking of backing out, are you?" Han Yan tilted her head and looked at Nie Fangsheng. Judging by her stance, as soon as Nie Fangsheng made any excuse, she would point at him and curse for being shameless.

Others also looked at Nie Fangsheng. While they didn’t dare to point at him and scold, if he truly broke his promise, they would surely despise him in their hearts.

"Fine, here you go." Nie Fangsheng gritted his teeth and tossed a Sword Casting Secret Manual to Han Yan with a contorted face.

This Han Yan—they couldn’t expect him to understand concepts like respecting one’s teacher or observing disciple rules. If one provoked him, not even God would be shown any respect. Nie Fangsheng had already seen Han Yan’s playboy ways, and he didn’t want his own reputation to be tarnished.

Han Yan received the thick Sword Casting Secret Manual, her heart filled with joy.

Just the Four Steps of Sword Casting and thirty-six techniques alone couldn’t fill such a thick book. It was clear she was right; this secret manual also contained various insights from the Nie ancestors. With this manual and the assistance of Chaos Heavenly Fire, it was far better than learning Sword Casting Technique from Nie Fangsheng.

In her delight, Han Yan couldn’t be bothered with Nie Fangsheng’s face turning as dark as the bottom of a pot and directly opened the secret manual to read.

"Huh, this is..." Han Yan didn’t find anything special in the first twelve Sword Casting Techniques, but when she started looking at the next twenty-four techniques, she became increasingly astonished.

She had seen these twenty-four techniques demonstrated by Nie Fangsheng once the previous day. At that time, she was completely immersed in the other party’s ingenious Sword Casting Technique, without giving it much thought. Now, as she examined them one by one, she felt a sense of familiarity.

"Strange, this is obviously my first time seeing this Sword Casting Technique, so why does it feel so familiar?" Han Yan searched carefully in her mind.

That’s right, the Meridian Cutting Hand!

Han Yan suddenly recalled that these twenty-four Sword Casting Techniques of the Nie Family were somewhat similar to the Fang Family’s ancestral Meridian Cutting Hand!

Now Han Yan understood that the Fang Family’s Meridian Cutting Hand was actually the Nine Heavens Star Falling Sword. However, the swordsmanship was too Mysterious and profound for the Fang ancestors to comprehend, so they transformed it into a Medical Skill.

"Could it be that the Nie Family’s Sword Casting Technique also evolved from Swordsmanship?" The more Han Yan thought, the more excited she became, and she subconsciously started rehearsing it in her mind.

Soon enough, Han Yan confirmed her guess. The Nie Family’s Sword Casting Technique indeed evolved from Swordsmanship, and this swordsmanship’s power was likely as formidable as the Nine Heavens Star Falling Sword, equally strong.

Precisely because it was too strong, even Han Yan, who had learned the Nine Heavens Star Falling Sword, couldn’t comprehend it all at once.

However, understanding that the Nie Family’s Sword Casting Technique evolved from Swordsmanship, and then deducing the Sword Casting Technique from the principles of Swordsmanship made it much easier.

At first glance at these twenty-four hand techniques of tempering and nourishing, Han Yan felt they were many times more profound than the prior twelve. Estimating it would take over a year to truly grasp, but by reversing with the principles of Sword Dao, Han Yan found it wasn’t as Mysterious as imagined.

Though she couldn’t thoroughly comprehend it in a short time, she could still mimic its form to a basic extent.

Han Yan quickly flipped through the Sword Casting Secret Manual, constantly rehearsing the hand techniques in her mind, completely absorbed, forgetting about everyone around her.

As Han Yan was lost in her reading, Ling Baobao was joyfully counting silver notes on the side. Wow, after "picking up" so much money, they’re rich now. The surrounding people watched the ecstatic Ling Baobao counting money with envy, feeling the sting in their hearts. No one expected such a result, and everyone touching their empty pouches, felt like crying without tears.

Han Yan was engrossed, treating others as if they didn’t exist, but others couldn’t ignore her presence.

Seeing Han Yan blatantly flipping through the Sword Casting Secret Manual in the Sword Casting Hall, Nie Fangsheng’s face darkened to the point of almost dripping ink. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

This Han Yan, forcing him to apologize and admit his mistake was one thing, taking away the Nie Family’s ancestral Sword Casting Secret Manual was another, but now blatantly flipping through it in front of everyone couldn’t be more humiliating for Nie Fangsheng.

"Han Yan!" Nie Fangsheng couldn’t take it anymore, shouting in anger.

"What’s the matter, having second thoughts? If you really can’t bear it, I can return it to you. Look at you, you’re about to cry, is it worth it? So stingy." Han Yan, focused on rehearsing Sword Casting in her mind, was suddenly interrupted, feeling annoyed and replied without good humor.

Nie Fangsheng felt a surge of blood rushing to his Heavenly Spirit, so angry he almost fainted on the spot. Who said I was about to cry? I’m furious, okay?

Glaring at Han Yan, Nie Fangsheng felt like dragging her down with him, but remembering the sword by Han Yan that defeated Yue Fanchen during the entrance selection, he realized that even if he wanted to drag her down, it was unlikely; the biggest possibility was ending himself while leaving her unscathed. So, he suppressed his temper rising to the Heavenly Spirit again,

"It’s getting late, everyone should go back, and tomorrow I’ll continue teaching Sword Casting Technique. I hope everyone can strive to take the Trial Token from my hands during the exam." Nie Fangsheng took a deep breath, suppressing his anger with difficulty, addressing everyone tiredly. He didn’t want to look at Han Yan for another second.

"By the way, what will the exam involve?" Han Yan, oblivious of being a nuisance, eagerly asked.

Anyway, it was Nie Fangsheng who was angry, not her; there was no way she felt the need to consider his feelings.