Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1088: Let Me Show You Mu Wanku’s Sharp Tongue!

Although he arrived a bit late and missed the conflict between Han Yan and Jiang Qiling, just by observing the tense atmosphere, he had already guessed a bit about the situation. He initially wanted to downplay Han Yan’s strength, instigate Jiang Qiling with a few remarks, and then avenge himself through her hand.

However, he dared not.

If Jiang Qiling could truly defeat Han Yan, it would be fine. But if she turned out not to be a match for Han Yan, and later found out he was behind the scheme, he could not withstand Jiang Qiling’s wrath given his current status.

"So, you are the top candidate in this year’s enrollment selection. No wonder you have this confidence. I underestimated you. But, seeing that you are safeguarding Anyun’s honor and also serving the country, I will let you off this time." After hearing Qiu Zizhong’s words, Jiang Qiling gave Han Yan a deep look and said quietly.

Then, she took Qiu Zizhong and the two young swordsmen and left briskly.

Did she give up so easily? Ling Baobao and Huayue exchanged glances, both a little perplexed.

"This Jiang Qiling is not as simple as we thought." Han Yan watched Jiang Qiling’s departing figure, her gaze slightly focused, and said.

At first, seeing Jiang Qiling’s arrogant demeanor, Han Yan had assumed she was like those spoiled daughters, impulsive and reckless. But now, she no longer thought that way.

Just now, with both parties on the verge of drawing their swords, almost at the point of no return, yet upon knowing her identity and strength, she managed to retreat calmly, speaking grandly without a trace of resentment, completely different from the arrogant young lady she appeared to be earlier.

Such depth, such scheming, is not something that those spoiled young ladies can compare to.

Huayue and others’ expressions also became serious. Having been with Big Playboy Mu for a long time, the last thing they feared was a spoiled young master or lady; they were merely bullies relying on their power. With the Mu Family’s influence and their own strength, they feared no one.

But this Jiang Qiling before them, though seemingly arrogant and headstrong, actually was free in her actions and deeply scheming, making her not so easy to deal with.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Qiu Ping’an is my fiancé. I originally thought he was talented and gifted, but it turns out he’s just a superficial fool. Han Yan, I owe you thanks for allowing me to see his true nature." Jiang Qiling walked a few steps, then turned back to speak to Han Yan.

Though her words sounded like thanks, there was no sign of gratitude on her face. Instead, the slightly raised corner of her mouth carried a cold smile.

What, Qiu Ping’an is actually Jiang Qiling’s fiancé! Huayue and others were shocked again. In the Holy Court Continent, reputation is the most valued, even if Qiu Ping’an were worthless, he was still her fiancé.

Because of a word from Han Yan, Qiu Ping’an was stripped of cultivation and his bones were broken, thrown out of the Capital, dragging the Qiu Family into despair. As his fiancée, Jiang Qiling’s reputation was naturally tarnished. How could she possibly thank Han Yan? She probably has the heart to tear Han Yan limb from limb, yet she can still manage a smile!

The depth of Jiang Qiling’s scheming exceeds even their imagination. This time, Han Yan is up against a formidable enemy.

"No need to be polite. Such insidious and despicable people deserve such lessons. If you think I would say that, you are wrong." Han Yan met Jiang Qiling’s gaze firmly, smiled slightly, and said indifferently, "Blame yourself for being foolish, not discerning well and choosing a fool. I merely revealed the fool’s true nature early, never expecting any insincere gratitude from you. If you truly wish to thank me, some silver notes as tangible gratitude would not be unwelcome."

In that moment, the air seemed to solidify, as if there was a crackling sound of electric currents converging in mid-air.

Zirong and others curled their lips; engaging in a verbal battle with their master is self-defeating, isn’t it? Don’t assume that their master’s initial silence to the disrespect meant it was overlooked; she was just biding her time for a big counterattack. Look, Jiang Qiling’s eyes are about to spit fire.

"Courting death! How dare you speak like that to Senior Sister!" Jiang Qiling’s eyes blazed angrily, but she restrained herself. The swordsmen beside her could not hold back, one of them drew his sword, trying to rush forward.

"Stop!" Jiang Qiling scolded sharply, causing the swordsman to stop begrudgingly.

Han Yan smiled slightly, "You should thank your master; otherwise, your fate would be miserable. Hmm, let me think, you might be beaten to a pulp. But, since you struck first, it would serve you right to be killed. If you continue yapping, you would likely be expelled from the academy." Han Yan’s smile was calm and her tone leisurely, but her words were startling. The pressure she exuded caused the swordsman’s forehead to break out in a cold sweat. No one doubted Han Yan’s words at that moment.

"Han Yan, you are very good, very good! We shall depart!" Jiang Qiling gave Han Yan a deep look, repeated her phrase twice, still managed to restrain herself, then turned and left.

"Senior Sister, letting them go like this is too lenient." A young swordsman beside her said discontentedly.

Jiang Qiling did not respond, her face cold, seemingly pondering something.

"This time they’re lucky. Senior Sister chooses not to care about them." Another young swordsman observed Jiang Qiling’s expression and said.

"They merely passed the assessment and joined Long Yan Academy, and incidentally defeated an idiot from Shangyue Country. What’s worth being proud of? We also passed the assessment. Do they ever dream of comprehending Master Swordsmanship, it’s utterly presumptuous."

"Exactly, we were selected for Long Yan Academy at age fourteen, earlier than them, and even we can’t comprehend Master Swordsmanship, how could they? It’s a delusion."

These two young swordsmen were evidently famous in their youth, accustomed to their early success. Despite Jiang Qiling’s silence, they continued to prattle, full of disdainful ridicule towards Han Yan and the others.

Han Yan ignored them. In the Holy Court Continent, geniuses were never lacking. Many were famous in youth, but few eventually carved their names in history to become legends, so she didn’t care about these two conceited and boastful fellows.

Her true concern was Jiang Qiling. In terms of cultivation, strength, and cunning, this woman surpassed even the insidious and ruthless Qu Fengting. It seems that her wish for peaceful cultivation at Long Yan Academy won’t be easily realized.

But Lady Mu was not one to concede easily. The stronger the opponent, the more spirited her fighting spirit.

Han Yan’s gaze once again lingered on the words "Long Yan Academy."

Whether the opponents are strong or weak is not essentially important; the most crucial is enhancing one’s own strength, a righteous path and the kingly way.

Others may not discern anything from these words, but can she accomplish what others cannot?