Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1067: The Center of Attention

"Unexpectedly, it is already Han Yan’s turn. Just now, Qiu Ping’an ended miserably, and the entire Qiu Family was pushed into despair by just one sentence from him. It’s unclear whether he will pass the test."

"I’ve heard that Han Yan is a bit of a playboy, but his natural talent and strength are pretty decent; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been recruited back to the Capital by the Zong Family."

"You forgot the previous rumors: Han Yan’s strength was built up by his father, the City Lord of Heishi City, who exploited his position for personal gain, while Han Yan himself has average natural talent. I think he might not necessarily pass the test."

"I’ve heard that too. It’s said that Han Yan was deemed a waste at birth, causing his entire family to be exiled to Heishi City. However, misfortune turned into boon as his father was appointed as the City Lord of Heishi City, the head of the Mu Family branch in Heishi City, wielding significant influence. Han Yan got whatever he desired, and his cultivation resources were no worse than those of Zong Family’s Disciples, thus acquiring some strength."

"I see. Judging from earlier events, to understand the sword technique of the Heart Enlightenment Sword, one must have mental resilience. Growing up pampered in a noble family, it’ll be hard for him to persevere."

Naturally, Han Yan became the focus of the entire audience, drawing various discussions. However, it was clear that most people were not optimistic about Han Yan.

Han Yan vaguely heard the conversations in the crowd, but she merely smiled, as she had heard similar remarks too often and was used to them. Her attention was already focused on the Heart Enlightenment Sword in front of her.

Previously, she was too far away and was afraid of being discovered, so she didn’t dare to probe with her Divine Sense and couldn’t see too clearly. Now, looking closely, she found the ten giant swords to have a primitive design, even crude, yet it gave a sense of returning to simplicity and solemn grandeur.

The sword bodies were scarred all over, seeming to have been through countless fierce battles. Han Yan was a bit puzzled; the Heart Enlightenment Sword is a yard long and almost a foot wide, who could use such a gigantic sword to fight?

"Daoxin Stone, how is this possible?" Ling Baobao murmured in surprise, beside Han Yan.

"What Daoxin Stone?" Ling Han Yan asked in a lowered voice.

"No, no, it’s not a Daoxin Stone, far from it, but it bears some similarities." Ling Baobao was focused on the Heart Enlightenment Sword in front of him, not noticing Han Yan’s words.

Following his gaze, Han Yan spotted a black stone bead embedded in the sword’s hilt. This bead was only the size of a thumb, covered with web-like fine cracks, lacking any brilliance or coloration, appearing completely inconspicuous. If it weren’t for following Ling Baobao’s gaze, Han Yan might have missed it.

Could this stone bead be unusual? Han Yan knew Ling Baobao’s background was definitely not simple, so she took the black stone bead seriously.

However, the test hadn’t started yet; the Heart Enlightenment Sword was evidently sealed by a barrier, so Han Yan couldn’t investigate inside.

"You understand the rules, right? If you understand, let’s start." Although everyone was already clear about the rules, that instructor dutifully read them out again. Seeing Han Yan and others nod, he waved his arm lightly, a faint glow flashed across the ten Heart Enlightenment Swords.

"Such exquisite technique, indeed Long Yan Academy is a place full of hidden talents!" Han Yan secretly admired.

The instructor seemed to wave his hand casually, but with Han Yan’s current eye power, she could easily see that within his wave were hidden at least a dozen hand formations, an extremely refined Sealing Breaking technique.

Han Yan didn’t indulge in too much admiration, as the next moment, the seal on the Heart Enlightenment Sword was already opened, and an immense, unstoppable energy surged into her mind.

War drums thundered, horns wailed, in an instant, Han Yan found herself in an ancient battlefield with thousands of troops and horses.

The sabers flashed like snow, the Sword Light like lightning, blood mist sprayed out in bursts; though she was amidst illusions, Han Yan still seemed to smell the thick scent of blood, feeling the tragic brutality.

A shrill scream rang out beside her. Turning her head, Han Yan saw a youthful swordsman with traces of immaturity on his face being pierced through the heart by a sword. Blood gushed from the long sword, the young swordsman weakly clutched the sword blade, his desperate and helpless gaze slowly losing its luster.

A loud shout came as the burly man opposite withdrew his long sword, blood soaring skyward, splattered on Han Yan’s face, warm and moist, feeling so real.

As Han Yan momentarily lost focus, the long sword was already slicing toward her face-on, she suddenly snapped back, instinctively drawing her sword to fend it off.

"Clang!" A gentle sound resonated in her ears, and her wrist throbbed with numbness.

"Isn’t it just an illusion, why does it feel this way?" Han Yan was astonished.

Before she could make sense of it, the long sword swept out a sword flower, carving an eerie arc, swinging toward her ribs once more.

What swift adaptation, what exquisite swordsmanship!

In terms of swordsmanship alone, even the Guiyu Clan hovering over Han Yan and others might not be superior to this illusion. In haste, Han Yan couldn’t think of a better move to counter the sword; she could only take a step back.

"Slit!" The sword wind grazed her shoulder, a mist of blood flew, imparting a heart-wrenching pain.

"The illusion is supposed to be, how can it cause such pain!" Han Yan was shocked, suddenly realizing:

Though just an illusion, it directly injures the Divine Sense. The prior young swordsmen who went insane or spat blood and collapsed did so because their Divine Sense was hurt, forcing early withdrawal.

If she couldn’t fend off the burly man’s attack, she too would have to quit early.

Thinking of this, Han Yan dared not neglect anything, putting aside all distractions, and engaged the burly man wholeheartedly.

Upon clashing again, Han Yan discovered that the man’s cultivation realm was identical to hers, with no disparity, the only difference being swordsmanship.

However, this disparity in swordsmanship was substantial; within just a few moves, she was pressured by the burly man into awkward positions, once more a cut appeared on her leg.

Although merely an illusion in the mind, Han Yan still twitched from the pain, this pain originating directly from the Divine Sense was much more intense than physical pain, no wonder so many could not endure, either breaking down mentally or spitting blood and collapsing.

Clenching her teeth, Han Yan raised her sword again, taking the initiative to attack.

This time, Han Yan outsmarted herself, not using her swordsmanship, instead employing the swordsmanship she learned from the burly man opposite. Gong Hongru wanted them to grasp the sword technique within the sword, it should be precisely this meaning.