Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1232: Righteous Nonsense for Personal Gain

Chapter 1232: Chapter 1232: Righteous Nonsense for Personal Gain

This palm strike seemed ordinary but was grand and imposing, completely different from his previously despicable actions.

Indeed, he is worthy of being the Holy Dragon Master, truly formidable. From this palm strike, Han Yan could discern the intent of law formed naturally, not daring to be even slightly careless.

The palm trembled quickly; multiple palm shadows overlapped like waves surging forward.

These past days spent discussing alchemy array techniques and Sword Casting Technique with Zhu Tianping and others, Han Yan had also been contemplating the Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword. This palm instinctively infused the Sword Intent into the Hand Skill.

"Boom!" The two exchanged palms, and it was a draw, neither side faltering.

"Oh?" A fat guy exclaimed.

The surrounding disciples also showed shock; though the mentor didn’t use full force and only casually struck a palm, Han Yan evidently did not strike with full preparation and was similarly furious in her retaliation, yet they matched evenly, showing the power of Han Yan’s palm.

No wonder so many mentors fell into her hands; this Han Yan is indeed formidable.

Han Yan was also surprised, never expecting such gains from accompanying those old men these past days, blending the insights of Star Falling Eight Star Sword into the Hand Skill, almost doubling the power.

"Interesting, quite interesting." The fat guy laughed, sending another palm strike.

This palm was even more powerful than the previous, with added mysterious intricacy.

Though Han Yan despised his character, she couldn’t overlook his strength, quickly gathering her spirit, and exerted full force with another palm strike.

Another muffled sound echoed, Han Yan retreated three or four steps, stabilizing her stance, while the fat guy stood unmoved.

Han Yan secretly acknowledged the power of the Holy Dragon Master, indeed impressive strength. Her palm was unleashed with full force, while the opponent’s casual swipe immediately showed the disparity.

Han Yan’s hand slowly touched the sword hilt.

"Very interesting, truly unexpected gains this time." Just as Han Yan prepared a desperate fight, the fat guy laughed loudly and soared up, soon disappearing.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Mu, for your assistance." The young girl approached to express gratitude, her face reddened with embarrassment, she quickly left the workshop.

Others, seeing no more spectacle, dispersed, softly discussing Han Yan and that Holy Dragon Master’s palm exchange, with added admiration for her.

Recalling the Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword Intent imbued within the two palms, Han Yan lost interest in wandering, purchasing the alchemy materials she needed, and left the workshop, returning to Wenjian Valley.

The workshop was in the southwest corner of Long Yan Academy, while Wenjian Valley was in the northeast, just passing through the academy. Seeing it was still early, Han Yan continued contemplating Hand Skill.

If the Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword can evolve strange skills, why not transform them into Hand Skill? Although it may have slightly less power, it aids her further contemplation of Swordsmanship.

Or perhaps the Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword originally derived from laws; all things and methods can be used to comprehend Swordsmanship. Han Yan felt a breakthrough not only in Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword but also a deeper understanding of Martial Arts and Sword Dao.

"Master, look!" Gu Yushu suddenly said.

Han Yan regained her mind, following Gu Yushu’s pointing finger to see a fat guy, dignified like a treasure, blocking several young girls, speaking seriously.

What’s he up to now? Han Yan quietly approached a few steps.

"Young lady, I see you have remarkable bone structure, a rare genius for cultivation." The fat guy told the most delicate-looking, charming, graceful girl.

"Really?" Hearing such praise from a Holy Dragon Master, the girl was overjoyed and nearly overwhelmed.

"Of course it’s true. Thirty years ago, I left Long Yan Academy, traveling wide oceans and mountains seeking an heir without success. To encounter such a talent upon returning to the academy is a fortunate gain," the fat guy exclaimed emotionally.

"Lord, you mean to take me as your disciple?" The girl, overwhelmed by excitement, stammered.

"Indeed, I intend to, but my ultimate skill requires extraordinarily high qualifications. Reckless cultivation without proper aptitude can be life-threatening. Despite your excellent talent, I must confirm your qualification through Bone Touching first," the fat guy explained solemnly.

"Okay, okay." The girl was filled with joy, so much that she’d probably help count the money even if sold off by him.

The fat guy spoke no more, grabbing the girl’s hand with a sly, squinty smile on his face.

"Audacious scoundrel, dare exploit others!" Hearing this, Han Yan couldn’t tolerate it, loudly rebuking.

Aware of his formidable strength, she refrained from acting hastily.

"Han Yan!" The girl instantly woke up upon hearing Han Yan’s shout and seeing her.

Seeing the fat guy’s sly smile, she thought of something, quickly pulling back and gazing warily.

"You again, always ruining my plans!" The fat guy furiously cursed upon seeing Han Yan.

"Ruining plans again?" Hearing his words, the girl thought of something, becoming more vigilant, stepping back two steps.

"Hmph, as an academy mentor, you shamelessly exploit others. Your tricks were exposed by me at the workshop, and now you dare repeat them, disgracing all mentors of the academy." Han Yan fiercely scolded. How someone like him became a Holy Dragon Master is beyond her understanding; is the Lord of the Academy blind?

Despite the disrespectful thought towards the Lord of the Academy, Han Yan couldn’t help but mutter.

"None of your business, ruin my plans again, and I’ll deal with you harshly." Exposed by Han Yan, the fat guy angrily cursed.

"So you’re not a good person." The girl, evidently strong-willed beneath her gentle exterior, hearing this, furrowed her brow and gripped her sword hilt.

"Hmph, it’s your privilege to have your bones touched, yet you fail to understand kindness." The fat guy retorted.

"I’ll kill you!" Contrary to Han Yan’s expectation of a milder temperament, the girl angrily swung her sword.

Not good! Han Yan was shocked. The fat guy may be sly but he possesses strong skills. This girl is only at third-tier Sword Master, no match for him; unsheathing the sword would only backfire.

Han Yan didn’t want her good intentions to make the girl suffer, so she promptly intervened.