Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1111: Reunion After One Million Years

Han Yan’s gaze fell on Jiang Qiling; among all those present, harboring hostility and scheming against her, probably only she fit the bill. Although Qiu Zizhong hated her deeply, from his earlier actions, he showed not to be as clever.

Jiang Qiling happened to turn her head and look at Han Yan, their eyes met, and Jiang Qiling revealed an unabashed cold smile.

Han Yan’s lips curved slightly; Jiang Qiling leaked the news so quickly, arousing the curiosity of academy disciples, only because she feared Han Yan might change her mind, aiming to force her into a corner. Simultaneously, she could use their sneering remarks to disturb Han Yan’s mindset.

What a mind, what calculation.

But alas, she underestimated Han Yan. Lady Mu had made her decision, and it wasn’t so easy to change.

Moreover, since she dared to enter the Beast Soul Hall for the trial, even without full assurance of success, she was confident she could retreat safely. Why would she be disturbed by the sneers of mere idlers?

Needless to say, the former lady lived with the reputation of being a good-for-nothing for over ten years; if she couldn’t handle such psychological pressure, she wouldn’t know how many times she’d have hung herself by now.

"Foolish, do you think I’m like you?" Han Yan mouthed silently to Jiang Qiling, letting out a mocking smile, her brows serene and untroubled. Seeing Jiang Qiling’s face change, the arc of Han Yan’s smile widened. Were her previous assessments of Jiang Qiling perhaps too high? Han Yan pondered earnestly.

"Lord Qin, I’m ready." Han Yan said to Master Qin.

Even with beast languages and Beast God Contracts buzzing in her mind, Han Yan couldn’t calm down. Originally, she was only pretending for Master Qin’s kind gestures; now with the chaos around, she was too lazy to keep pretending.

"Alright then, be extra cautious yourself." Master Qin glanced at those arguing academy disciples, forming hand formations.

A shimmering light pattern passed through, and the doors of the Beast Soul Hall slowly opened.

An aura of solemnity and dignity swept over, accompanied by the powerful beast soul’s pressure, even causing those jeering disciples to fall silent, their expressions becoming exceedingly serious, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

"Han Yan, be very careful." Although Huayue and others had absolute confidence in Han Yan, the atmosphere still made them inexplicably tense, solemnly warning Han Yan.

"Don’t worry so much, just wait for my good news." Han Yan smiled brightly, speaking lightly.

Seeing Han Yan’s carefree smile, Tan Yu and the Yu Shulin Feng brothers couldn’t help but feel a bit of admiration.

They had been at Long Yan Academy for nearly ten years, and it wasn’t their first time seeing someone undergo the Beast Soul Valley trials, among them mostly Great Sword Master Realm experts, and even Sword Saint Realm experts. Yet regardless of their strength, they were all nervous before entering the hall, even too tense to speak. Yet none were as relaxed and indifferent as Han Yan.

No wonder she caught Lord Gong’s eye and was taken under his wing; not talking about talent or strength, merely this boldness was unmatched even by those Great Sword Master Realm experts.

Not even them, but even those jeering academy disciples now couldn’t help but admire: call it arrogant or reckless, however you describe it, Han Yan indeed was commendably brave, with nerves surprisingly thick.

Jiang Qiling’s face darkened further, seeing Han Yan’s composed and calm smile, she realized she had misjudged again; Han Yan’s disposition was far more stable than she had imagined.

More importantly, her ease wasn’t merely an act; it seemed she genuinely didn’t take the Palace Guardian Beast Soul seriously. Could she genuinely believe she could succeed? Where did this confidence come from?

This opponent seemed even more formidable than she had imagined!

Of course, Han Yan had no idea what others were thinking. She stepped firmly, walking steadily into the hall.

"Boom," the door behind slammed shut, plunging Han Yan into darkness, but soon, starlight beamed directly down from above, restoring light before her eyes.

This Beast Soul Hall was far more vast inside than it appeared outside, at least a hundred meters square, exceptionally spacious.

The surrounding stone walls were ancient and worn, seemingly eroded by hundreds of thousands of years, yet the engraved patterns and symbols remained clear and visible, exquisite and mysterious, emitting a faint sealing power.

This should be the sealing array of the Soul Suppressing Hall, an ancient hall standing for hundreds of thousands of years, holding the mighty beast souls within, relying on this sealing array.

Had it been in the past, Han Yan might sit down to deeply comprehend it, but now she didn’t have that leisure.

Before her, three meters away, a faint beast shadow crouched, staring at her fiercely, eyes full of intense hatred, seemingly also with deep apprehension.

Han Yan dared not be careless, gripping her sword hilt, staring at the beast shadow intently; though blurred and indistinct, she couldn’t discern which Divine or Fierce Beast left behind this residual soul, yet she sensed the powerful pressure emanating from it, ten times greater than felt outside the hall.

Had it been anyone else, even matching Han Yan’s strength, they might lose their will to fight under this pressure, but Han Yan’s resolve far surpassed ordinary people, not to mention this wasn’t her first time under such pressure, hence its impact was minimal.

Both beast and human locked gazes, harboring mutual caution, neither willing to strike first.

Han Yan initially thought entering the Beast Soul Hall would once more unlock memories left by the Aolai Divine Beast, yet with the Palace Guardian Beast Soul right before her, those dormant memories were unresponsive. Only the boundless beast languages continued to echo chaotically around her ears, beast god contracts intermittently appearing in her mind.

What should be done then? Han Yan was puzzled.

"No, no, you are not him (her)! But why do you carry his (her) aura?" Finally, that beast shadow spoke, using human language.

"What are you talking about?" Han Yan asked the beast soul, puzzled.

"I understand now, you are his (her) descendant!" The beast soul, with eyes like copper bells, scanned Han Yan up and down, suddenly saying.

"Descendant of whom are you talking about?" Han Yan asked.

"Hahaha, one million years, it’s been one million years, and I encounter his (her) descendant." The beast soul burst into laughter.

(One million years, a silent flow of time, Ye Lanfeng pursued for one million years, just for her. Ye Lanfeng: I implore the lovely sisters to give some monthly tickets, let Bai display mercy. I’ve pursued for a million years; could this end my quest for love, to finally embrace my beloved?)