Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1209: Still Unlucky

"How did you do it?" Tutor Chu looked left and right at the elixir, unable to comprehend it, and subconsciously asked.

Han Yan smiled without speaking. Ling Baobao’s unconventional alchemy technique was essentially forced Core Formation. Although the elixir seemed successfully refined, its effect was much worse than that of an elixir refined by normal techniques.

According to Ling Baobao, his master usually used this method with multiple times the medicinal herbs to refine a single elixir. Even if some herbs were lost, the final refined elixir was still several times stronger than a regular one, which could be deadly for most people unless one had a special method to neutralize the Dan Power.

But Han Yan only used a normal amount of medicinal herbs, and the final refined elixir was just superficially impressive with significantly reduced Dan Power.

Of course, she wouldn’t reveal this secret.

"Lord Chu, I should have passed the assessment, right?" Han Yan asked.

Although she had refined an elixir using this peculiar method, Han Yan knew she had taken a shortcut. Her true alchemy skills were very far from perfect and required her to enter Danxin Hall for serious cultivation.

"Yes, you passed, you passed," Tutor Chu said without hesitation. Only Zhu Tianping was at odds with Han Yan, which had nothing to do with them. Moreover, the facts were evident, and even Zhu Tianping had nothing to say.

"It’s late today; come back tomorrow. Then I’ll properly teach you alchemy techniques," Tutor Chu added, though there was a slight blush on his old face.

What Han Yan could accomplish, he himself could not. On reflection, he realized he wasn’t quite qualified to teach anyone anything else but could only share insights.

"Then thank you, Tutor Chu." Han Yan saw that, aside from Zhu Tianping, the other two tutors bore no animosity toward her and thus spoke courteously.

Seeing Han Yan neither arrogant nor complacent, humble and polite instead, Tutor Chu considerably increased his favor toward her.

Han Yan bowed with dignity and left with Tang Bufan and Ling Baobao. Ling Baobao was secretly counting money, smiling brightly. The disciple who hesitated to support Han Yan looked at Ling Baobao with eyes full of fire. He swore that from now on, he would steadfastly support Han Yan; he’d stake everything on her!

Watching Han Yan’s departing figure, all the academy disciples subconsciously bowed slightly. If Han Yan seemed too distant during the freshman competition, now she was mere feet away, right before their eyes, achieving a miracle no one dared to believe; the shock was beyond words.

"Han Yan’s talent is truly extraordinary. Without seeing it myself, I wouldn’t have believed it." One disciple exclaimed with endless emotion.

"Yeah, we can’t even merge medicinal herbs, yet she directly refines them into elixir. How can anyone live like this?" Another disciple said with a face full of sorrow, lamenting how it was a great misfortune to live in the same era as Han Yan.

However, this was only his thought at that moment. Someday in the future, he’d realize that living in the same era as Han Yan was their greatest fortune.

"It’s a pity; nothing dramatic happened this time, and the tutors were all fine." Some were disappointed.

Ye Fengyun also smiled with satisfaction, nodding at Han Yan. Han Yan did not disappoint him, indeed.

Han Yan nodded back. Although Ye Fengyun was initially unfriendly and even tried to make trouble for her, it was only because, as the senior disciple, he revered Wenren Qingqiu too much and, at that time, Han Yan had a poor reputation (which wasn’t much better now), so he aimed to defend his master’s honor.

Once she put aside prejudices, Han Yan found him to be a decent friend.

"Mr. Zhu, now you should believe my words," the two tutors, Chu Chang and others, said, seeing Han Yan leave.

Although Ye Fengyun wasn’t explicit, Zhu Tianping’s face was burning, feeling like he was slapped in public.

"There’s something fishy, must be. How could those few techniques produce elixir?" Zhu Tianping protested indignantly.

While speaking, he circled the Sun and Moon Red Pill Furnace, but no matter how painfully he strained his eyes, he found nothing unusual.

"Doesn’t make sense; there must be something mysterious," Zhu Tianping puzzled, tapping the furnace. Remembering Han Yan’s peculiar method, he wondered what its secret was.

"Clap, clap... boom!" A loud explosion rang out after Zhu Tianping tapped a few times.

Suddenly, the Sun and Moon Red Pill Furnace exploded, with a powerful airflow bursting forth, sending Zhu Tianping flying without any defense.

"Ah..." Zhu Tianping crashed into the stone wall, screaming in misery as he passed out.

"Mr. Zhu!" The tutors, Chu Chang, and others exclaimed, rushing over.

The rest were petrified, looking at Zhu Tianping in disbelief.

Currently, Zhu Tianping was disheveled, his clothes torn into strips by the powerful airflow, with a large bump on his forehead, eyes rolling back, twitching uncontrollably, making everyone’s heart leap.

Turning their gaze back to Han Yan, they looked at her with increasingly odd expressions. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Especially the academy disciple who had been disappointed by Han Yan’s not causing much commotion, his mouth wide enough to fit two big duck eggs.

Who said there wasn’t a big stir? Wasn’t this commotion enough?

No wonder she was the first playboy of Long Yan Academy, anyone who tangled with her was unlucky. Qiu Yongcheng was, Tian Wenliang was, and Zhu Tianping now too. The only difference was Zhu’s luck was slightly better—just embarrassing and losing face, unlike Qiu Tian turning into a waste.

"You all witnessed it; it wasn’t my fault. He broke the pill furnace and injured himself," Han Yan stopped and explained innocently upon hearing the commotion behind. Han Yan felt helpless; she wanted a good reputation, but it seemed unlikely now. Ferocious, ruthless, vengeful—thinking about these words, Han Yan sighed deeply. Why was it so hard to be a bit low-profile?