Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1351: Three Tasks to Make Things Difficult for Han Yan

Han Yan silently resolved that if the three challenges proposed by Yan Zishu proved utterly insurmountable, she would employ any method, even risking her own life, acting without scruples, and defying the entire world, to compel the elder to submit.

Observing the unwavering resolve in Han Yan’s gaze, Huayue, Jiang Yuzhe, and the rest drew a collective breath, adjusting their mental states to peak readiness. For Zirong's sake, they too were prepared to resort to any extreme.

"Do you truly intend to assist my Yan Family with these three tasks?" Yan Zishu had initially presumed Han Yan would falter upon understanding the difficulty he presented, yet he was taken aback by her profound determination.

"Indeed," Han Yan affirmed with a nod.

"Very well, I possess a Pill Furnace here, an ancestral treasure of my Yan Family. Should you succeed in restoring it, the first task will be considered fulfilled," Yan Zishu declared after a moment's thought.

He had a nascent inkling that Han Yan's standing was far beyond that of a mere disciple or attendant to Doctor Sun. The Sun Family, after all, was a distinguished lineage of physicians in Anyun, revered as Divine Doctors. Anyone capable of earning Doctor Sun's voluntary deference must possess exceptional qualities. Nevertheless, as the current patriarch of the Yan Family, paragons of the medical arts, he was accustomed to interacting with royalty and esteemed figures, and Han Yan's presence did not intimidate him. He resolved not to impose an excessively burdensome request, deeming the repair of the Pill Furnace a reasonable challenge.

"Repair the Pill Furnace?" A peculiar shift came over the expressions of Huayue and the others. They had steeled themselves, prepared to execute Han Yan's commands at any price. However, upon hearing this peculiar request, their tense composure eased, finding it almost amusing.

As Yan Zishu concluded his statement, he produced an antique Pill Furnace. The metal shimmered with a flowing golden hue, and despite its age and evident damage, it still exuded a vibrant aura.

Yet, the smiles on the faces of the older gentlemen grew even more enigmatic. They recognized that Han Yan was no ordinary individual and surmised Yan Zishu's underlying intentions. This seemingly straightforward request, however, was far from simple. While others might be oblivious to the furnace's origins, they were not. If it were any other object, Han Yan might genuinely succeed, but salvaging this particular Pill Furnace was akin to pursuing an impossible dream.

"What... what is this?" Doctor Sun's expression flickered subtly as he inquired hesitantly.

"This is the Eight-Door Purple Cloud Furnace, a peerless Pill Furnace meticulously crafted over a decade by a prodigious alchemist, Pang Ziyun, specifically for our Yan Family. Ah, regarding Pang Ziyun, you may not be intimately familiar, but surely you know of Pang Dezong, the esteemed new dean of the Anyun Sword Hero Academy, the paramount master of alchemy, and the chief alchemist serving the Anyun Royal Family. Pang Ziyun was Pang Dezong’s revered ancestor!" Yan Zishu proclaimed with evident pride.

"Indeed, it is the Eight-Door Purple Cloud Furnace!" Doctor Sun exclaimed in astonishment.

As a renowned Divine Doctor in Anyun, he was undoubtedly aware of Pang Dezong's prestigious standing and Pang Ziyun's formidable name. Although Pang Ziyun had not achieved the same widespread fame as Pang Dezong, his alchemical prowess demonstrably surpassed that of his descendant. Pang Ziyun's entire existence was devoted to the pursuit of alchemy, unfazed by the lure of recognition, thus explaining his more understated renown.

In truth, the alchemical techniques inherited by Pang Dezong's lineage were not inherently profound or arcane; it was through Pang Ziyun's groundbreaking innovations that they flourished. Pang Dezong's considerable fame throughout Anyun, and even his notable reputation extending into Shangyue, was largely attributable to the alchemical methodologies passed down from Pang Ziyun.

The creation of this Eight-Door Purple Cloud Furnace occupied Pang Ziyun for ten arduous years. Merely observing its intricate runic formations revealed the profound depth of his dedication, rendering its restoration an exceedingly formidable undertaking.

Lost in his astonishment, Doctor Sun failed to notice the subtly amused expressions gracing the faces of Huayue and the others.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Han Yan's lips.

Her initial foray into the world of alchemy had involved Pang Dezong's Cangxuan Cloud Silk, an artifact now in her possession. Upon her entry into Longyan Academy, she had formally commenced her alchemical cultivation, dedicating extensive study to the Cangxuan Cloud Silk.

Han Yan had originally contemplated fabricating similar Protective Divine Artifacts for Huayue and the others, but she soon discovered that the requisite materials were exceedingly scarce and the process prohibitively time-consuming, compelling her to abandon the endeavor. Nonetheless, through meticulous and repeated examination, she had become intimately acquainted with the precise method for refining the Cangxuan Cloud Silk.

If her assessment was accurate, the refining methodology for this Eight-Door Purple Cloud Furnace shared approximately nine-tenths of its principles with the Cangxuan Cloud Silk. While the remaining tenth involved even more intricate and esoteric processes, requiring rarer and more complex constituents, replicating it was beyond her present alchemical capabilities. However, its repair was well within the scope of her abilities.

"This is the first task, isn’t it? Alright." Han Yan immediately took hold of the Pill Furnace, nearly snatching it away.

"What are you doing?" Yan Zishu yelped in surprise, fixing his gaze on Han Yan.

"Isn’t it repairing the Pill Furnace?" Han Yan questioned him with a peculiar look, as if wondering if the elder had become senile and forgotten their earlier conversation.

As she spoke, Han Yan withdrew the Alchemy Furnace from the Star Disk Space.

"You’re going to repair it yourself?" Yan Zishu inquired, his voice laced with astonishment.

He had initially assumed she was rushing to take the furnace to find someone else for assistance, but it turned out she intended to handle it personally.

This was self-evident. If she weren't repairing it herself, why would she have retrieved the Alchemy Furnace? With time being short, Han Yan couldn't spare the breath for further explanations and swiftly ignited the furnace, conjuring several hand formations to intensify the flames.

"Girl, I shall remind you one last time, this furnace is the masterpiece of Pang Ziyun, a true genius in alchemy. He could even be considered one of the founding ancestors of Pang Dezong’s lineage. Even if Pang Dezong himself were to attempt it, repairing this Pill Furnace would not be a simple feat," Yan Zishu stated, concerned that Han Yan’s impulsiveness might irrevocably damage the Yan Family’s treasured heirloom.

"Do you comprehend the value of this Eight-Door Purple Gold Furnace? If you damage it, can you possibly afford restitution?" Another elder chimed in, echoing the sentiment.

"Have no fear, it shall not break. Even if it does, that would be my concern, not yours to fret over," Han Yan replied with clear irritation.

Yan Zishu’s concern was understandable, given that his ancestors had lost to Doctor Sun’s, but these other elders, having no direct connection, were merely attempting to curry favor with Yan Zishu through their belittling and scornful remarks, further provoking Han Yan.

"Hmph, I offer you this advice out of genuine concern, yet you fail to appreciate it. I shall observe how you intend to account for yourself if you shatter the Yan Family’s heirloom!" the old man retorted indignantly after Han Yan’s blunt dismissal.

Han Yan, possessing no desire to engage with such self-important elders, completely disregarded their words and continued her intricate hand formations.

"Hmph, displaying such arrogance and self-absorption at your tender age, disregarding the counsel of elders. Has no one ever imparted the wisdom that pride precedes a fall? Do not presume that mastering some mediocre alchemy grants you invincibility. Do you truly believe your alchemical skills can stand against Pang Dezong’s? Do you have any inkling of how many alchemy masters Master Yan has sought over the years to repair this Eight-Door Purple Cloud Furnace, all without success? How can a junior like yourself be so... so..." the old man continued his relentless lecture. However, mid-tirade, his rant faltered and trailed off.

One after another, hand formations flowed from Han Yan’s hands, executing with the fluidity of a running stream. Luminous talismans flickered like a swarm of incandescent butterflies, their mesmerizing radiance dancing like ethereal spirits of light between Han Yan’s fingers.

Her execution of the hand formations was extraordinarily refined, offering a visual delight, and her breathtakingly beautiful countenance, combined with her tranquil demeanor, exuded a subtle aura of sanctity.

The furnace flames danced in harmony with the light talismans, gradually liquefying over ten pieces of Meteorite Gold into a single, lustrous mass that seamlessly integrated into the Pill Furnace. A faint, purplish luminescence emanated from the furnace, resembling wisps of ethereal mist.

Beside her, Yan Zishu and the other elders observed the spectacle, their eyes wide with unadulterated amazement.