Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1069: Don’t Be So Quick to Mock, Lest You Get Slapped in the Face

Chapter 1069: Chapter 1069: Don’t Be So Quick to Mock, Lest You Get Slapped in the Face

The common folk were never too friendly towards the playboys of noble families, and thus Huayue and the others were scolded along with them, even the commoner-born Tang Bufan wasn’t spared.

Of course, they weren’t wrong. Besides Han Yan, the so-called infamous playboy, the vast majority of playboys in this world were indeed like this.

"What do you think? Even if Han Yan passes the exam, wouldn’t it be a joke if he’s not even as good as a few guards?" someone said with schadenfreude upon seeing Han Yan’s face covered in cold sweat.

"It is indeed shameful. As the eldest grandson of the Mu Family’s Zong Family Patriarch, he’s not even as good as his own guards. Even if he passes the exam, he will probably never be able to lift his head again in his life."

"This Han Yan is really foolish. Knowing he’s not as good as his guards, he should have avoided them, but instead, he took the exam with them. Isn’t that just making himself look bad?"

Before the exam even ended, the crowd outside was already mocking.

"Not bad, Han Yan’s guards are quite skilled. Who would have thought that from the remote area of Heishi City, such talents would emerge!" The Supreme Elder of the Mu Family stroked his beard and said "comfortingly."

"Yes, Han Yan’s luck is not bad, being able to recruit such talents under his banner," the Third Elder sarcastically remarked.

"And his two friends, though of common birth, possess such talent and strength. Extraordinary, truly extraordinary," the Great Elder remarked with deep emotion.

On the surface, they were praising, but they praised everyone around Han Yan, leaving out any mention of Han Yan, making it clear even to the deaf that they were ridiculing him for being not as good as the commoner servants.

Picking up on the ridicule in their words, Mu Zexian and others showed signs of anger, but since it was the elders speaking, as juniors, they couldn’t refute. They also found it strange. With Han Yan’s talent, he couldn’t possibly be worse than his guards, could he?

Their understanding of Han Yan was certainly much deeper than outsiders. They would never believe he was a true playboy, nor would they think he only achieved such strength due to Mu Rui’an’s favoritism.

No one knew that within the illusions facing Huayue and the others, it was still that original burly man. They were still comprehending that hundred-move swordsmanship, whereas in Han Yan’s illusion, it was a young swordsman in green armor. The ten-move swordsmanship she faced was far more exquisite and powerful than the hundred-move swordsmanship.

Finally, as Han Yan’s sword pierced into the heart meridian, the figure of the Sword Light Swordsman in green armor blurred and disappeared before her.

"You’ve passed the test, want to continue?" that distant voice sounded again.

"Continue," Han Yan replied without hesitation.

Having finally comprehended these ten sword moves, Han Yan felt her understanding of the Sword Dao had reached a new realm, truly a qualitative enhancement.

What kind of exquisite, profound mysteries would the following Sword Technique hold? Han Yan was full of anticipation.

As soon as she finished speaking, a gigantic sword slashed towards Han Yan!

This sword, containing countless variations, yet felt extremely simple. As if all the Sword’s Profound Meanings previously comprehended were condensed into this one sword.

Great Dao is simple, everything returns to one. This must be such a swordsmanship.

Han Yan instinctively swung her longsword, only to be hit by a bone-deep pain rushing into her mind, a pain hundreds, even thousands of times stronger than before.

With just one sword strike, Han Yan felt her entire body, even soul, being shattered. She even sensed her Divine Sense was being wounded by this sword.

Han Yan was shocked. She knew after cultivating the Divine Martial Refining Soul Technique, her Divine Sense was far stronger than an ordinary person’s. Although she’d suffered countless times from the excruciating pain before, her Divine Sense itself was not harmed.

But this time, a single sword strike caused her Divine Sense to be wounded.

What a terrifying Sword Technique!

Before Han Yan could recover, the longsword slashed again. Unlike before, this time, the figure of the sword’s wielder was hazy, with an indistinguishable face. Only from the vaguely visible graceful figure could one tell it was a woman.

At this time, Han Yan had no time to care whether the opponent was male or female, gritting her teeth to block another strike.

Blood sprayed from Han Yan’s body. Despite using all her strength and concentrating her Divine Sense to the utmost, Han Yan still couldn’t withstand this simplest yet most complex and profoundly mysterious sword strike.

Without giving Han Yan a moment to breathe, the longsword slashed at her again.

One sword, only one sword!

Yet for Han Yan, this was an unsolvable sword! Finding no flaw, with no opportunity to comprehend, this sword was simply too fast, too perfect, leaving her no time to think, let alone comprehend the Sword Technique’s Secret Technique.

Her Divine Sense was wounded again, Han Yan trembled violently, the intense pain almost made her collapse in an instant.

"You can choose to give up now, and it’s still considered you’ve passed the test." A cold and proud female voice reached her ears.

"Should I give up?" Faced with this unstoppable sword, even Han Yan felt a bit of retreat.

Even if she gave up now, she would still have passed the exam, but if she continued, Han Yan feared her Divine Sense might be heavily wounded, leading to future regret.

However, the Secret Technique within the Sword was so profound and mysterious. Wouldn’t it be a pity to give up like this?

In just a brief moment, countless thoughts flashed through Han Yan’s mind.

"Have you decided? Will you give up?" The female voice sounded again, full of disdain.

"Continue!" Instantly igniting the pride within her bones, Han Yan gritted her teeth and swung out another sword.

"Look, it seems like Han Yan can’t hold on," someone pointed at Han Yan in the field and exclaimed in surprise.

At this time, Han Yan was drenched in sweat, steam faintly rising from her body. With her eyes still tightly closed, her expression was extremely serious, clearly at the most critical moment.

Looking at this scene, it seemed very likely she wouldn’t pass this exam.

And beside her, Huayue and the others appeared relaxed in comparison, making Han Yan’s struggle even more apparent.

"Alas, after all, she is the direct descendant of our Mu Family and the eldest grandson of the Family Head, yet she can’t even compare to a few servants and commoner-born swordsmen. It’s just too..." The Supreme Elder sighed repeatedly, as if not noticing Mu Beichen sitting right beside him.

"It’s understandable. Noble family’s sons, raised in comfort from a young age, have too easy a time cultivating, lacking tempering. Their determination is actually weaker compared to children from poor backgrounds." The Third Elder nodded repeatedly, agreeing.

Although neither looked at Mu Beichen, the ridicule in their words was unmistakably obvious.

Not only them, but many of the onlookers around also showed deep disdain in their eyes. The eldest grandson of the Mu Family’s Zong Family, yet even worse than her own servants, even worse than commoner swordsmen, she had utterly embarrassed the Mu Family.