Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1237: Riling Up the Fatty

Leveraging her understanding of the Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword, the two trials in the Illusion Dragon Hall, and her insights from studying various strange and mysterious arts recently, Han Yan’s grasp of the Heaven and Earth Rules far exceeds her cultivation realm.

If no one guides her, relying solely on her own contemplation, integrating it into the alchemy technique might be somewhat difficult. However, having observed Feng Qingyu’s earlier technique, and pondering deeply afterward, Han Yan’s mind became remarkably clear.

Watching Han Yan’s successive hand gestures, Feng Qingyu’s smug smile gradually froze, his eyes filled with surprise.

How is this possible?

Han Yan’s hand gesture is the same as before, partly learned from him, partly from the Sky Gold Hall, and another part by her own meditation.

Although these hand formations appear somewhat unpolished, they are entirely correct, and the integration of different hand gestures is remarkably seamless, with not the slightest conflict.

One must know, when he first learned the refining method of this magic artifact, it took him over thirty years. How could Han Yan have learned it so quickly?

While Feng Qingyu was astonished, Han Yan felt a sense of clarity and joy.

Only after attempting to personally refine a magic artifact did Han Yan realize that the requirements for alchemy techniques in refining this artifact were not as high as she imagined, but rather, the demands for law comprehension were greater.

As long as one has sufficient comprehension of the Heaven and Earth Rules, adjusting the hand gestures accordingly and controlling the heat accurately, refining a magic artifact is no more difficult than refining other objects.

Of course, this is only for her. For others, comprehending the rules of heaven and earth is like reaching for the stars; many cultivate for centuries and can only touch the edges of the rules, let alone integrate them into alchemy, which is akin to dreaming. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Only a unique cultivation prodigy like Han Yan in the world would find it simple. Her law comprehension far surpasses her actual cultivation.

Finally, the gold bracelet gradually took shape, a faintly visible white light also appeared in Han Yan’s palm.

For Han Yan, the biggest challenge in refining magic artifacts lies in the control of heat, just like alchemy. Without years of practice, it’s hard to master the heat accurately, leading to a pile of rubbish. However, don’t forget, Han Yan also possesses Chaos Heavenly Fire, though weak and unable to directly refine artifacts like Ling Baobao claimed, it proved infallible for assisting in heat control.

"Buzz!" Under Feng Qingyu’s wide-eyed gaze, a golden shining bracelet appeared before them.

"Fatty, want to test the power of the magic artifact I refined?" Han Yan said proudly to Feng Qingyu.

"What, Fatty, I am your Master." Fatty seethed with anger.

"I never accepted you as my master, wanting to take me, Han Yan, as a disciple with mere tricks, don’t you think you’re a bit thick-skinned?" Han Yan sneered with contempt.

"Mere tricks? You dare call my alchemy technique mere tricks? Fine, I’ll show you a few more skills." Fatty, greatly wounded in pride, angrily snatched the alchemy furnace, quickly performing hand gestures.

He completely missed the cunning smile in Han Yan’s eyes.

No matter the disdain for Feng Qingyu’s character, Han Yan had to admit that this scheming Fatty’s alchemy technique was indeed exquisite. If she could learn it, perhaps she could repair the Glazed Glass Holy Robe by herself.

However, even for the Glazed Glass Holy Robe, Han Yan refused to accept Feng Qingyu as her master. She couldn’t help it; he was too sleazy. With such a master, Lady Mu feared she’d never have a peaceful night’s sleep.

Not willing to accept him as a master yet wanting to learn his alchemy technique, Han Yan could only think of using the provocative method.

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The night passed swiftly, and as the sky brightened, Han Yan stopped once again.

A heap of assorted magic artifacts lay on the table, half from Feng Qingyu’s hand, and the other half from Han Yan’s.

"Too easy, is there nothing more challenging?" Han Yan casually tossed the artifact onto the table, saying unsatisfied.

Though the artifacts Feng Qingyu later refined became increasingly higher in grade, with more difficult techniques, Han Yan having grasped the principle, didn’t merely mimic his method but relied on her law comprehension and the miracle abilities of Chaos Heavenly Fire to successfully refine each one.

Feng Qingyu finally managed to close his gaping mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

To his disbelief, the alchemy technique that took him decades to achieve couldn’t stump Han Yan; no matter how sophisticated the method, she understood and mastered it in an instant.

This kind of talent left Fang Qingyu both surprised and deeply disappointed. Over the centuries, he traveled far and wide, visiting Long Yan Academy several times to find a disciple, but those so-called geniuses were mere mediocrities compared to Han Yan.

But precisely because Han Yan’s talent was so extraordinary, he felt even he lacked the qualification to take her as a disciple.

Living in the same era as Han Yan, all the academy disciples feel immense pressure, as does an otherworldly expert like Feng Qingyu.

"Is that all? I’m going to sleep. If I had known that was all you had, I would have gone to sleep sooner." Han Yan yawned and said.

"Humph! These magic artifacts refined in mere moments naturally won’t be too challenging or top-grade. Next time I’ll refine a proper artifact for you to see." Feng Qingyu, ashamed and furious, left without mentioning discipleship.

Seeing Feng Qingyu give up, Han Yan felt a little disappointed; she thought provoking him would yield greater results.

Exhausted after a busy night, Han Yan gathered the artifacts and went to rest.

"Haha, a promising child, indeed!" In the courtyard next door, Gong Hongru stroked his long beard as he spoke to himself, his face showing a satisfied smile.

With Han Yan’s level of power, resting briefly suffices for her to recover energy. When Gu Yushu prepared breakfast, and Huayue and others finished freshening up and sat at the table, Han Yan energetically walked out of her room.

"Disciple greets Master." Tan Yu and the Gu family brothers greeted respectfully.

"No need for such formalities at home." Han Yan waved them off.

Initially accepting them as disciples was to help them stay in the academy; being served cautiously every day was something Han Yan found hard to get used to.

"By the way, were you studying alchemy last night? How did it go?" Huayue asked.