Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1062: Face-Slapping Came So Fast, Like a Tornado

Although she deeply resented Star Illusion Thousand Machine’s character, she had to admit that his words made sense. Unless experts like Gong Hongru and a few others were watching her every move, who could detect her subtle actions? Even if someone noticed, as long as she retracted her Divine Sense in time, who could catch her red-handed? Simply deny, and that would suffice.

Thus, Han Yan confidently operated the Divine Martial Refining Soul Technique, continuing to probe into the Heart Sea of other young swordsmen.

However, their situation was no different from the previous swordsman. Apart from realizing the terrifying power of the Sword Technique in the Heart Enlightenment Sword, Han Yan gained nothing else.

Losing interest in wasting her energy, Han Yan withdrew her Divine Sense.

Originally, she wanted to try comprehending the Heart Enlightenment Sword in advance, but she was afraid of exposing something unusual and getting caught, so she wisely abandoned the idea.

Unconsciously, it was already dusk. After nearly a day’s assessment, nearly fifty people had been chosen by Long Yan Academy, a result that surprised even Han Yan.

She initially thought the assessment was so strict and difficult that not many would pass. It seemed she underestimated the talent and strength of these young elites in Anyun Country.

However, on second thought, Han Yan didn’t find it strange. Although the selection at Long Yan Academy lasted three days in total, most of the true elite talents were concentrated on the first day. The reason was simple: compared to cultivators from civilian backgrounds, noble family children had too many advantages in resources and techniques, so the majority of true elites were concentrated in wealthy families.

With their status, they had no interest in waiting for three days. Usually, they participated in the selection early. So even though nearly fifty people had passed the assessment on the first day, it was uncertain if the number of people passing in the next two days would match that of the first day.

"Finally, it’s my turn." After another group of swordsmen came down, Qiu Ping’an confidently walked towards the selection venue.

"Young Master, good luck. We await your arrival at Long Yan Academy," said the Qiu Family’s Disciples who had already joined Long Yan Academy respectfully.

"Don’t worry, don’t you know my strength? Once I join Long Yan Academy, let’s have a good gathering." Qiu Ping’an said with a relaxed face, then gave Han Yan a provocative glance.

This guy, is he truly this confident?

Initially, Han Yan suspected Qiu Ping’an of bluffing, but as she observed him now, she felt increasingly uneasy. This guy was not bluffing; he was genuinely confident. But where did his confidence come from?

Soon, Qiu Ping’an and the other nine young swordsmen arrived before the Heart Enlightenment Sword. They closed their eyes, focused, and began to comprehend the Sword’s Profound Meaning.

Around the plaza, nearly everyone’s gaze remained fixed on Qiu Ping’an.

The prior conflict between Qiu Ping’an and Han Yan had long spread, and the details of the Qiu Family naturally reached their ears.

Each generation had disciples entering Long Yan Academy. In just two hundred years, they had risen from an unknown small family to become one of the top three families in East State County. Now, dozens of disciples currently at Long Yan Academy were from the Qiu Family. Such a family could not be underestimated.

Everyone was curious about Qiu Ping’an and wanted to see if he could continue the miracles of his predecessors.

"Ah..." A young swordsman opened his bloodshot eyes and let out a frenzied shout, drawing his longsword to slash at his companion.

The teacher beside him was prepared and immediately knocked him unconscious.

"Pfft..." Before this person could be carried out, another young swordsman beside him opened his eyes wide, spewed a mouthful of blood, and fainted to the ground.

The several other young swordsmen trembled all over, looks of pain on their faces, appearing as if they couldn’t hold on much longer.

Such scenes had been seen too frequently. Everyone, accustomed to them, still focused their attention on Qiu Ping’an.

Though Qiu Ping’an was also sweating profusely, his hands trembling slightly, his condition was markedly better than the others. With half the time passed, of the other nine swordsmen, eight had been carried out, leaving only one struggling to hold on, his face pale as paper, drenched in sweat, contrasting starkly with Qiu Ping’an’s excellence.

"No wonder in every generation, the Qiu Family has someone selected for Long Yan Academy. I hadn’t heard much about this Qiu Ping’an before, yet he possesses such strength." Someone in the crowd marveled.

"Yes, looking at him, he seems comparable to the likes of Mu Chengxuan, Qi Kaiyuan, and Guan Shanhe from earlier. Passing this assessment should be no problem for him."

"The Qiu Family surely has taught well, producing talent in abundance. At this rate, they might secure a spot among the Eight Great Families of the Capital."

"One wonders why Han Yan chose to provoke him of all people. If both enter Long Yan Academy, it’ll surely be a spectacle."

"Judging by the situation, Qiu Ping’an’s entry into Long Yan Academy seems certain, but Han Yan might not even be selected."

"If she can’t get into Long Yan Academy, what future would she have? She might just be sent back to Heishi City, eventually trampled by Qiu Ping’an until she can’t lift her head." Whenever Qiu Ping’an was mentioned, naturally, someone would think of Han Yan, gloating once more.

These words more or less reached Han Yan’s ears, but she didn’t care, her eyes still fixed on Qiu Ping’an.

How strange it is. This guy has such good qualifications, such strong abilities! Han Yan found it peculiar. If Qiu Ping’an was truly comparable to Qi Kaiyuan and others, she should have heard of him. Yet searching her memory, there were no stories about him.

Of course, throughout the long history of the Holy Court Continent, geniuses were never in short supply, but not every genius becomes famous or is recorded in history. Too many geniuses perished prematurely due to accidents in cultivation and training, so it wasn’t surprising for Qiu Ping’an to lack fame.

But Han Yan still felt something odd. Subconsciously, she operated the Divine Martial Refining Soul Technique again, probing into Qiu Ping’an.

Gradually, a peculiar smile appeared on Han Yan’s lips.

When it comes to face-slapping, Han Yan doesn’t mind the timing—only how hard or swollen it is.

But this time, the face-slapping came so swiftly, like a tornado. Tsk tsk, it caught people off guard.

(It’s the end of the month, please vote for me. Mwah. I worked a bit harder today. Let me tell you a scary story: Spring is here, you’re wearing less, and those extra pounds are harder to hide. Quickly, get on that diet for a beautiful you.)