Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1189: Of Course I Don’t Want to Be a Pretty Boy Kept by a Woman

Although no one would bet on Han Yan losing, no one also thought that Han Yan could defeat Nan Aotian with just one move. But the truth was as harsh as this: Big Playboy Mu used only one move, and strictly speaking, he hadn’t even finished that move. The two hadn’t formally engaged in battle yet when Nan Aotian conceded defeat.

The beard, it was all because of the beard. They swore to hate that beard!

"How did you know his fatal weakness?" Ling Baobao squeezed next to Han Yan and asked with a wink.

"I guessed," Han Yan certainly wouldn’t tell Ling Baobao that in her past life, she had fought Nan Aotian for three days.

At that time, Nan Aotian was even more rugged than he is now, so much so that before the competition, Han Yan didn’t recognize him at all. And back then, his Sword of Dominator was far stronger than it is now, and he didn’t think much of Han Yan, so they went all out against each other.

The two fought fiercely for three days, and just as Han Yan was about to lose, a chaotic wind blade shaved half of the beard off Nan Aotian’s face. What happened next shocked Han Yan to no end: Nan Aotian stroked that half of his perfectly standard, prettier-than-a-woman’s face and cried out loud, both shy and resentful, as if he had been stripped naked, lost and helpless.

Because of this, their duel ended inconclusively without any winner. Recalling the event afterward, Han Yan couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. It was just a pity she never could figure out why, no matter how many times she asked.

Not until today did she learn of Nan Aotian’s tragic childhood and understand that rugged beard, resembling wild grass, hid such an unseemly past.

After a while, the shouting in the square quieted down, and the competition continued.

The next match was between Jiang Qiling and Cheng Zhicheng. Years later, Cheng Zhicheng would be one of the Anyun Three Masters, alongside Guan Shanhe and Qi Kaiyun, showcasing impressive strength.

It was Han Yan’s first time seeing Cheng Zhicheng take action, and she was also curious about Jiang Qiling’s strength increase after meridian clearing and marrow washing, so she paid close attention to this match.

At this time, Cheng Zhicheng hadn’t yet become the powerhouse he would be years later, and although his strength was decent among his peers, Jiang Qiling beat him off the competition platform with a single strike after only ten moves.

Han Yan could tell that Jiang Qiling still didn’t exert her full strength; otherwise, it wouldn’t have taken even ten moves to defeat Cheng Zhicheng.

What kind of ultimate skill is this guy harboring? Remembering the confident words Jiang Qiling said outside Illusion Dragon Hall and her extremely confident demeanor, Han Yan felt even more curious.

The next match was Yue Fanchen against Guan Shanhe. There was no suspense; Yue Fanchen easily defeated Guan Shanhe with just the Saint Sword move used during the competition day against Han Yan, leaving no chance to gauge his true strength.

However, the last match between Yan Yuchu and a young disciple named Song Anqi offered Han Yan a pleasant surprise.

Song Anqi, a descendant of the Song Family, one of the Eight Great Families of the Capital, was largely unknown but possessed a respectable Fifth Rank Sword Master strength. However, Yan Yuchu’s performance was even more stunning.

Though both were Fifth Rank Sword Masters, Yan Yuchu’s cultivation of the Sky Star Technique, which shared the same lineage with the Mu Family’s Heavenly Heart Technique, gave him combat power far superior to his opponent’s. With a single sword strike, he knocked Song Anqi off the platform, eliciting a chorus of astonishment.

Yan Yuchu’s name from the Yan Family rose to prominence after this battle.

As expected of a descendant of the Guardian of the Gods, even though his bloodline awakening came a bit late, once past the bottleneck, his cultivation speed was incomparable to other so-called geniuses.

Seeing Yan Yuchu’s rapid growth, Han Yan was secretly pleased for him. After all, they were allies watching for each other; Yan Yuchu’s strength was certainly beneficial to her.

The second round of the competition thus concluded. Although each match wasn’t particularly long, and Han Yan’s match with Nan Aotian was rather comical, overall, the disciples watching benefited greatly from these duels between elite young contestants, leaving them eagerly anticipating the next day’s matches, filled with curiosity.

No one knew what intense encounters the final four competitions would bring tomorrow, and they wondered whether Han Yan would have the same luck as today.

Han Yan was equally expectant. Today’s battle with Nan Aotian might have seemed like mere luck to others, but she understood well that despite Nan Aotian’s carefree and somewhat frivolous nature, his swordsmanship was both extremely domineering and intensely passionate... Maybe that had something to do with his childhood psychological trauma.

Had she not applied immense pressure on Nan Aotian from a psychological standpoint from the start, then exploited his fatal weakness to pierce the soft spot in his heart, and finally pushed her sword power to the extreme during the Nine Heavens Star Fall move to completely suppress Nan Aotian’s domineering sword power, he would never have conceded.

If his Sword of Dominator had been unleashed, even if Han Yan were to win against him, it would come at a significant cost.

In fact, even after the match had ended, Han Yan’s palms were still clammy with sweat, and she felt somewhat unsteady on her feet.

Returning to Wenjian Valley, Han Yan went back to her room early to begin her cultivation and rest.

As night fell, peace settled over Wenjian Valley, and the entire Long Yan Academy was devoid of the daytime bustle. Not only did the four preparing for tomorrow’s matches rest early, but everyone else also retired early, conserving energy to gain more insights into the Sword Dao Profound Meaning during the following day’s two great battles.

Suddenly, Han Yan withdrew from her cultivation, sharp eyes looking out the window.

"Who’s there?" Han Yan asked coldly.

The presence outside was not Huayue Zirong or anyone else she was familiar with, clearly more powerful than them.

"It’s me," a low voice replied.

Yan Yuchu, how could it be him?

Han Yan, feeling puzzled, opened the window and floated out.

"What are you here for?" Han Yan asked as she looked at Yan Yuchu dressed in black.

"There’s a fifty percent chance we’ll be matched in tomorrow’s competition," Yan Yuchu said.

"So what? Do you want to settle this in advance?" Han Yan smiled and asked.

Becoming the strongest on the Holy Court Continent was the dream of every cultivator, Han Yan and Yan Yuchu included.

The Heavenly Destiny Star Plate in the Secret Realm was equally important to Han Yan, Jiang Qiling, and Yan Yuchu, who awakened his bloodline only slightly later.

Yan Yuchu was her friend and ally, but not her follower. Even if he were to go all out for his dream against her, it would be understandable.

"Not really, just wanted to reach a conclusion in advance," Yan Yuchu shook his head and said seriously.

"What’s the difference?" Han Yan looked at Yan Yuchu confused, not understanding the difference between settling the outcome and reaching a conclusion beforehand.