Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1207: When Has Big Playboy Mu Ever Suffered a Loss

It is said that Ling Baobao, this young master, was from a family of government officials in the Capital, a playboy among playboys, but with a genuine nature. He became best friends with his mother and later traveled around with her, accidentally revealing astonishing talent in alchemy, inventing a set of alchemy techniques that shook heaven and earth. His mother’s alchemy later improved greatly, and many of her techniques were inspired by him.

At the time, Ling Baobao boasted and even demonstrated that so-called earth-shattering alchemy technique to Han Yan, almost scaring her into tumbling over the threshold.

Reflecting on it now, that set of alchemy techniques, though unconventional, actually aligned with the profound principles of alchemy. Even though the Holy Court Continent and Ling Baobao’s realm are entirely different, if combined with the techniques taught by Zhu Tianping earlier, they remain incredibly fascinating.

"I understand now." As Han Yan thought of that technique, she felt a sense of eagerness, her gaze shifting toward the Sun and Moon Red Pill Furnace.

"Silver notes, silver notes," Ling Baobao reminded her.

"Here you go." Han Yan casually handed over a large wad of silver notes to Ling Baobao.

During this period, Han Yan had picked up quite a few silver notes thanks to Ling Baobao, putting her back among the ranks of the minor wealthy with six to seven million taels worth of silver notes.

"Next one." After yet another failing disciple stepped down disheartened, Zhu Tianping said.

All eyes turned to Han Yan; all the veteran disciples had failed completely, leaving only Han Yan.

"Han Yan, I assume you came here to Danxin Hall to study alchemy as well. I’ve heard you’re extraordinarily talented, with quite a gift in sword casting and array formation. Your presence today graces Danxin Hall," Zhu Tianping said with a chuckle, feigning sincerity.

"Mr. Zhu, you’re too kind. I am indeed here to study alchemy at Danxin Hall," Han Yan silently cursed his hypocrisy but maintained a calm façade.

"Then, give it a try. Today, so many outstanding disciples have left empty-handed. I hope you can surprise me," Zhu Tianping said, smiling brightly.

Had she not known the real reason for today’s assessment was targeted at her, Han Yan might have thought him an upright elder. However, at this moment, she found him even more contemptible.

Han Yan walked forward with a serene smile on her face, her demeanor calm and full of confidence.

"Hmph, look at her confident demeanor, as if she’s sure to pass the assessment," muttered one of the failures, acidly.

"That’s hard to say. Han Yan’s been through meridian clearing and marrow washing at the Illusion Dragon Hall, so she must understand alchemy somewhat. Maybe she really will pass," pondered an admirer.

Now that Lady Mu has returned to her female attire, although her infamous playboy name still rings loud, many hold her in awe. Nevertheless, her stunning beauty leaves many disciples enchanted, daring to admire only from afar.

"I’m curious, every mentor who’s troubled Han Yan ends up making a fool of themselves. I wonder if Mr. Zhu will repeat this pattern?" someone expectedly remarked.

It’s not out of any hatred for Zhu Tianping but simply to watch the spectacle unfold.

"Unlikely. Mr. Zhu follows protocol, and in such an assessment, Han Yan has no way of countering him," someone beside shook their head.

Whether out of jealousy or admiration, people hold some expectations for Han Yan, hoping to witness another surprise from her.

Ling Baobao was slipping in and out of the mingling with the crowd, setting up bets as sneakily as a loach. Although the crowd was small, he lowered his voice and slithered around. Some, seeing no one had passed so far, bet confidently against Han Yan. Others hesitated but couldn’t resist Ling Baobao’s incessant persuasion and also placed bets.

When Ling Baobao tried persuading another, he encountered a stubborn one. This person absolutely refused to bet against Han Yan, insisting on betting for her success.

"No, no, I didn’t bet on Han Yan before, and I almost lost everything. This time, I must bet on Han Yan," the person shook their head like a rattle.

Ling Baobao earnestly whispered, "Brother, I won’t force you if you think so. But look around; the mentor is clearly opposing Han Yan. Who could pass such a difficult task? Han Yan wasn’t skilled in alchemy before, didn’t you see her frowning? Since you’ve lost before, don’t you want to win it back this time?"

The person looked conflicted, hesitated for a long time, finally pulling out their wallet and placing their last remaining silver notes on Han Yan failing.

Ling Baobao collected the silver notes with an expression of ’a pupil that can be taught,’ laughing inwardly. Can’t blame me, brother; it’s you who lacked resolve.

Under everyone’s expectant gaze, Han Yan tossed in the medicinal herbs. Then, with a muffled bang, Han Yan executed the hand gestures.

Everyone was startled by the loud sound, then left dumbfounded.

They saw Han Yan moving like a shooting star, her palms like crashing waves, circling the Sun and Moon Red Pill Furnace with a frenzy of punches and kicks.

Surprise, it was indeed a surprise, a colossal surprise.

Watching the waves of air swirl up and down outside the alchemy furnace, listening to the popping and banging sounds, everyone was so surprised they felt a painful jolt, as if the punches and kicks were landing on them.

They wanted to remind Lady Mu, this is alchemy, not sword casting. Even for sword casting, your commotion is excessively grand, clearly just hammering away.

"Han Yan, what are you doing?" Seeing Han Yan’s astonishing antics, the mentors were equally flabbergasted, and it took Zhu Tianping a while to scold sternly after regaining his senses.

"I’m doing alchemy, of course. Mr. Zhu, did I make any mistakes with my hand gestures?" Han Yan asked.

Upon hearing Han Yan’s words, everyone realized with surprise that, despite the grandiose movements, Han Yan was using Zhu Tianping’s taught alchemy techniques, without any real error.

"Han Yan, could it be you’ve realized you can’t pass the assessment and are deliberately putting on a show for us?" Zhu Tianping said with a dark face.

"Mr. Zhu must be joking. This assessment is challenging, and I can only pass by innovatively maximizing the effectiveness of the techniques you taught me," Han Yan righteously defended.

Though she found an explanation, her exaggerated punching and kicking actions akin to blacksmithing were hard to believe. Isn’t alchemy supposed to be an elegant art, practiced with the flair of a sage? Who else practices alchemy like this?

The observing disciples watched with wry smiles, leaning more toward Zhu Tianping’s suspicion — figuring Han Yan, knowing she couldn’t pass, was deliberately causing chaos for retribution, venting her frustration.

This behavior precisely aligned with the style of the renowned first playgirl Lady Mu of Long Yan. When have you ever seen Big Playboy Mu suffer a loss?