Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1134: Everyone Is Stunned Again

"...As long as you can complete the four steps of Shape Casting, Bone Forging, Sharpening, and Nourishing the Spirit to refine the Blood Gall Sword, your examination will be considered passed," Nie Fangsheng thought for a moment and said.

Actually, according to past regulations, new disciples who just started learning the Sword Casting Technique only needed to complete the Shape Casting step to pass the assessment. After all, the examination is held once every half month, providing little time for new disciples to comprehend and practice, so the requirements couldn’t be too high. Otherwise, no one would get the Trial Token, and who would be willing to come to study Sword Casting Technique under him, instead of coming to Long Yan Academy to be bullied?

But facing Mu Hanyan, he had no choice but to raise the standards exponentially; otherwise, he might as well directly give him the Trial Token.

"Is it enough to cast the Blood Gall Sword? Then I want to take the assessment now, is it possible?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"What, he actually wants to take the assessment now!" All the people around were once again shocked, their mouths agape.

Everyone was surprised at Mu Hanyan. Well, after just listening to Nie Fangsheng once explaining the Sword Casting Technique and then comprehending it by himself overnight, he successfully cast the Blood Gall Sword Shape and forged the Dragon Gall Sword Bone. This could be attributed to his astonishing talent, as there were at least Nie Fangsheng’s teachings on the Twelve Techniques of Shape Casting and Bone Forging.

But as for the subsequent Twenty-Four Techniques of Sharpening and Nourishing the Spirit, Nie Fangsheng hadn’t even taught them yet. Mu Hanyan had just glanced at the Nie Family’s ancestral Artifact Refining secret books for no more than seven and a half minutes. Even if the books contained various insights from Nie Family ancestors, it was impossible for Mu Hanyan to learn them all.

"Mu Hanyan, don’t presume with a bit of talent, you dare to underestimate my Nie Family’s ancestral Sword Casting Technique!" Nie Fangsheng himself couldn’t believe Mu Hanyan had such capabilities.

The Twenty-Four Techniques of Sharpening and Nourishing the Spirit took him a full seven years to achieve slight success, yet Mu Hanyan glanced at the Sword Casting Secret Manual and learned it so quickly, how could this be possible?

It’s humiliation! In his opinion, Mu Hanyan is simply speaking nonsense, deliberately humiliating him.

"Lord Nie is joking. The Nie Family’s ancestral Sword Casting Technique is vast and profound, how could I dare to underestimate it? It’s only because with the personal guidance of a Sword Casting Master like Lord Nie, my Sword Casting Technique has been improving by leaps and bounds, even my comprehension has greatly improved; so I learn quickly, I can’t help it," Mu Hanyan said, pretending to be helpless, enjoying Nie Fangsheng’s angry appearance in his heart.

Hearing Mu Hanyan’s words, some people around couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

The Nie Family’s Sword Casting Technique has been renowned for a long time. Nie Fangsheng learned the Twelve Techniques of Shape Casting and Bone Forging in just three years after being taught by his grandfather, and then took seven years to learn the Twenty-Four Techniques of Sharpening and Nourishing the Spirit, astonishing the Nie Family clan as a once-in-a-thousand-years Sword Casting genius, and extensively promoting him, making quite a few noble family’s sons heard of his fame as the Sword Casting prodigy.

Calculating it, Nie Fangsheng spent a total of ten years learning this Sword Casting Technique, yet Mu Hanyan, if not speaking nonsense, took only one day. No, actually not even a full day, as the latter part of Sharpening and Nourishing the Spirit was entirely book-learned, naturally making it clear who was superior or inferior.

If Mu Hanyan were to admit frankly to being extremely talented in Sword Casting, that would be fine, but he insisted on claiming that it was under Nie Fangsheng’s guidance his Sword Casting Technique improved so greatly, even his comprehension. Isn’t this obviously mocking Nie Fangsheng?

"Good, good, good! If you want to take the early assessment, go ahead, I just want to see how you plan to cast the Blood Gall Sword," Nie Fangsheng, barely suppressing his anger, which surged to the point of nearly breaking through his Heavenly Spirit, said breathlessly to Mu Hanyan after saying ’good’ three times in a row.

The Long Yan Academy’s assessment dates are the first and the fifteenth of each month. If confident, one can take the assessment early, but there are only two chances per month. For prudence, few disciples choose to take it early, but Mu Hanyan deciding to take it early isn’t breaking any rules.

"Then, shall I continue casting with this sword, how about it?" Mu Hanyan asked.

With the aid of the Chaos Heavenly Fire, the Shape Casting and Bone Forging were already without difficulty for her, and she was too lazy to waste more time.

"Suit yourself," Nie Fangsheng said buzzing with resentment, pondering. But after repeatedly being embarrassed by this junior, he felt unwilling and scoffed coldly, saying, "Don’t think just reading my Nie Family’s Sword Casting Secret Manual allows you to refine the Blood Gall Sword, the Twenty-Four Techniques of Sharpening and Nourishing the Spirit aren’t as simple as you think."

"Thank you, Lord Nie, for your reminder. The disciple will be careful and cautious, refining the Blood Gall Sword to thank Lord Nie’s kindness," Mu Hanyan said pretending to be grateful and acknowledging.

Did you understand at all? I am mocking you, mocking you! Nie Fangsheng was so choked by her words he couldn’t speak, only feeling there’s something clogged in his heart, feeling as uncomfortable as possible.

All around, the academy disciples couldn’t help but laugh again, not just grateful, judging by Mu Hanyan’s posture, it seemed truly dissatisfied unless angering Nie Fangsheng to death. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Place your bets, place your bets, Mu Hanyan is casting for a complete Blood Gall Sword this time, as you all know he hasn’t even learned the Twenty-Four Techniques of Sharpening and Nourishing the Spirit, just glanced at them, surely won’t succeed. Don’t miss the opportunity, place your bets now," Ling Baobao shouted loudly, feeling utterly unscrupulous after even Nie Fangsheng himself placed a bet just moments ago.

"So that means you’re betting Mu Hanyan will lose?" An academy disciple who accidentally had money ’picked up’ by Ling Baobao earlier said angrily.

"Of course not, Mu Hanyan and I are as close as brothers, how could I bet on him losing?" Ling Baobao realized others wouldn’t fall for it twice, so he had to brace himself and say.

"Bah..." No one believed Ling Baobao’s explanation.

Though they also didn’t quite believe Mu Hanyan could cast a complete Blood Gall Sword just by glancing at the secret manual, earlier they similarly didn’t believe Mu Hanyan could cast the Sword Shape and forge the Sword Bone, did they? Unfortunately, the final result surprised everyone, delivering a loud slap to Nie Fangsheng’s face.

It seems to everyone now, that Mu Hanyan’s recruitment selection being the number one is indeed deserved and being selected by both Gong Hongru and Wenren Qingqiu is no coincidence, who dares risking their hard-earned silver for a gamble.

"How about one to two odds?" Ling Baobao, unwilling to let such a good money-making opportunity slip by, increased the odds.

Everyone turned their heads, ignoring him.

"One to three?" Ling Baobao persisted.

Sadly, no one was fooled.