Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1192: He Was About to Cry

Thinking about the changes in the past year, Old Master Yan had mixed feelings. He originally thought that as soon as Yan Yuchu turned sixteen, his bloodline would awaken, making him a rare genius in the Yan Family for tens of thousands of years. He not only shifted all of the family’s resources in his favor but even placed the family’s hopes on him, going as far as to risk breaking ties with the Mu Family in order to compete for that Heavenly Destiny Star Plate.

But unexpectedly, the Mu Family quietly brought forth a freak like Mu Hanyan. If he wasn’t mistaken, Mu Hanyan must have awakened his bloodline before he was sixteen; otherwise, there was no way he could have such incredible natural talent and strength. However, this was a secret among the descendants of the Divine Guardian, something he couldn’t reveal to others.

If he had known sooner, he might not have been so resolute in breaking with the Mu Family. But now that the two families were at such an impasse, he couldn’t easily show weakness and lose face for the Yan Family; he could only persist.

For this competition, he had long given Yan Yuchu a strict order: if he encountered Jiang Qiling or Yue Fanchen, it would be forgivable, but if he faced Mu Hanyan, he had to give his all. Even if he lost, he had to lose with dignity and not disgrace the Yan Family. Otherwise, the Yan Family’s reputation among the Eight Great Families would plummet, making it difficult to lift their heads in the future.

"Place your bets, place your bets! Who wants to place a bet?" Old Master Yan wasn’t willing to gamble, but there were people below waiting to win money, and Ling Baobao’s voice once again rang out through the crowd.

"Do you really take us for fools? Even a blind man can see who’s stronger between Mu Hanyan and Yan Yuchu. I bet Yan Yuchu will be defeated in less than ten moves—who would bet against that?" said an academy disciple who had carelessly lost a large sum of silver taels to Ling Baobao yesterday.

"Then how about we reverse it? I bet Yan Yuchu can last a hundred moves without being defeated by Mu Hanyan," Ling Baobao said, his eyes darting around.

"A hundred moves? Impossible, how could he possibly last a hundred moves against Mu Hanyan?" The person looked at Ling Baobao as if he were an idiot.

"If you think it’s impossible, then bet on it," Ling Baobao looked at him expectantly.

"No bet." The man, having just lost more than half of his belongings, remained deeply wary of Ling Baobao.

"Then how about two hundred moves? I bet Yan Yuchu can last two hundred moves without being defeated," Ling Baobao gritted his teeth, looking every bit like a typical gambler blinded by greed.

"Well, that’s worth a try." With the hope of winning back some losses, the man finally made up his mind.

"Two hundred moves, you really have faith in Yan Yuchu. I’ll place a bet too."

"Count me in, I’m betting too." Others, feeling tempted as well, eagerly placed their bets.

Zirong and the others looked up at the drifting white clouds in the sky, clicking their tongues, thinking how beautiful the world was and how the money was rolling in unstoppably.

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"The competition begins." Seeing the commotion below the platform, with obviously no one taking the match seriously, the instructor hastily announced the start of the competition.

On the platform, Mu Hanyan and Yan Yuchu, who had long been prepared, made their moves simultaneously as soon as he gave the order.

The sword light soared to the sky, its momentum like a rainbow.

With a sound of metal clashing, streams of Qi light burst out, reflecting a scene of seven-colored radiance, causing the entire competition platform to tremble.

"Such strong sword power!" A wave of exclamations arose from the crowd below.

Though no one really believed in Yan Yuchu’s chances, they had to admit that making it this far through the rounds, Yan Yuchu’s strength was still noteworthy.

The two parted upon initial contact, only to engage fiercely again. Though Mu Hanyan had the upper hand with that one sword, it was evident that Yan Yuchu was not without strength to fight. The disciples watching from below were stirred to excitement and shouted cheers and encouragement once again.

"Mu Hanyan, use your ultimate move and finish him quickly, conserve energy for the next match." Those shouting this were obviously the ones who had bet on Yan Yuchu lasting two hundred moves. Seeing Yan Yuchu only slightly disadvantaged, yet seeming to grow stronger the more he fought, a strong sense of unease welled up inside them.

"Brother Yan, we support you, go all out, even if you lose, preserve the dignity of a Sword Master." Those who hadn’t placed bets naturally hoped to witness a thrilling battle and cheered fervently for Yan Yuchu.

Among them, Zirong and Jiang Yuzhe were shouting loudest, for they too had bet on Yan Yuchu. After all, betting wasn’t on Mu Hanyan’s defeat, just on how long Yan Yuchu could last. They had no psychological burden and naturally played their part.

By cheering and encouraging Yan Yuchu, they could later claim that his morale lifted, his fighting spirit soared, and he exceeded his limits, making their bet not look too fake.

"Already despicable enough, could you not shout so loudly? It’s too shameless," Huayue said, looking at the two with disdain, and Tang Bufan nodded vigorously, agreeing wholeheartedly.

"Indeed, your shouting is so hypocritical, I can’t stand listening to it," Yu Shulin Feng brothers nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

"If you find it despicable, then why are you betting?" Zirong shot them a disdainful glance.

"Don’t compare us to you. We have our limits," Huayue said with a righteous look.

"Master Hua, I frankly think you’re even more shameless than them." Seeing Huayue’s hypocritical face, Yu Shulin Feng brothers contemplated.

On the platform, the two shameless individuals with no bottom line were still "fighting with full force."

"I say, brother, could you hold back a bit? Those few swords just now almost cost me my life. I can’t go on any longer." Yan Yuchu, gathering energy, breathlessly said to Mu Hanyan.

"It’s not like others haven’t seen my strength before; if I hold back too much, I’ll get exposed," Mu Hanyan, also gathering energy, replied.

"But you can’t hit me so hard. If I hadn’t reacted quickly just now, I might not have had a chance to split any winnings." Yan Yuchu said with a bitter face.

"Hang in there a bit more. Isn’t it just two hundred moves? It’ll be over quickly." Mu Hanyan encouraged Yan Yuchu.

"But I really can’t hold on anymore, not even for one more move," Yan Yuchu was almost in tears.

"Alright, I’ve seen enough of your Yan Family Swordsmanship. From now on, just use your Yan Family Swordsmanship as you wish; leave the rest to me," Mu Hanyan said helplessly. Could he let Yan Yuchu actually cry here?

"Nine Heavens, Star Fall." Upon saying that, Mu Hanyan unleashed another Sword Slash.

Seeing the stars in the sky pouring down like a waterfall, Yan Yuchu’s face turned pale with fright. Remembering Mu Hanyan’s words, he didn’t even think of resisting but focused on unleashing his Yan Family Swordsmanship.