Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1352: The First Successful Slap in the Face

For years, Yan Zishu had sought the counsel of numerous so-called Alchemy Masters in his quest to mend the Eight Gates Purple Cloud Furnace. However, the animosity between Anyun and Shangyue rendered it imprudent to seek assistance from Pang Dezong. Although the invited Alchemy Masters were all distinguished figures, they found themselves helpless before the formidable Eight Gates Purple Cloud Furnace.

Even with limited experience, they recognized that Mu Hanyan's alchemy prowess rivaled their own. While those alchemists would meticulously examine the Eight Gates Purple Cloud Furnace for an extended period before daring to act, she barely cast a few glances before commencing repairs directly. Witnessing the emergence of purple clouds, they knew that the restoration of the Eight Gates Purple Cloud Furnace was imminent.

Even if Pang Dezong were to lend his aid, could he achieve anything more than this?

Several individuals observed Mu Hanyan, their previous disdain replaced by profound bewilderment. Considering her tender age, at most sixteen or seventeen years old, how could she possess such mastery in alchemy?

Mu Hanyan perceived the amazement and perplexity in their gazes and inwardly chuckled. Had Yan Zishu presented other alchemy artifacts, their repair might have presented a genuine challenge for her. Little did they know he would produce the magnum opus of Master Pang Dezong!

The intricate techniques employed in refining the Eight Doors Purple Cloud Furnace bore a striking resemblance to the Cangxuan Cloud Silk. Furthermore, her alchemy skills, rooted in the Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword, had been significantly honed after a rigorous confrontation with Yi Xingtian. Her comprehension of the Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword deepened, leading to a subsequent enhancement of her alchemy techniques. Coupled with her advancement from a Sixth-level Sword Master to a Great Sword Master, her execution of these skills became even more seamless.

The task of repairing the Eight Doors Purple Gold Furnace unfolded with greater ease than she had initially anticipated.

"All methods converge, the artifact is complete!" As Mu Hanyan executed the final hand seal, a robust surge of purple light erupted from the pill furnace. It ascended like a dense mist dispersed by a mountain gale, perfectly restoring all damaged sections. The entire furnace now appeared as if it were brand new.

Doctor Sun, standing beside her, was utterly speechless. Having already been astounded by Mu Hanyan's exceptional talent in Medical Skills, he was now confronted with the revelation that her alchemy skills were equally exquisite, far surpassing mere proficiency.

Reflecting on his own journey, he considered himself a prodigy from a young age. Yet, in comparison to Mu Hanyan, he felt an overwhelming urge to simply acquire a block of tofu and smash his head against it in sheer disbelief.

"It's truly... repaired!" Yan Zishu finally emerged from his astonishment, his eyes struggling to accept the reality before him.

He had originally been prepared to seek out Pang Dezong's assistance, contingent upon the restoration of diplomatic ties between Anyun and Shangyue. He had never envisioned such a swift and effortless resolution.

As Yan Zishu gently stroked the Eight Gates Purple Cloud Furnace, his hands trembled slightly. To be candid, throughout the extensive history of the Holy Court Continent, numerous supreme pill furnaces had been brought into existence. The Eight Gates Purple Cloud Furnace, while exceptional, was not necessarily the paramount among them. However, this particular pill furnace had been meticulously crafted by Pang Ziyun specifically for the Yan Family. Its purpose was to maximize the efficacy of the Yan Family’s Alchemy Skill. Consequently, with the furnace now repaired, it signified an inevitable ascent in the Yan Family's alchemy capabilities, securing them a more esteemed standing among the prominent medical families.

"Old sir, you can finally rest easy, can you not?" Mu Hanyan addressed the garrulous elder with a gentle smile.

The old man's face flushed with embarrassment, and he dared not utter another word.

"Senior Yan, I have fulfilled the initial task. It is now time for the second," Mu Hanyan stated to Yan Zishu, glancing at the passage of time. Noticing that over an hour had elapsed unnoticed, she proceeded without delay.

"Regarding the second task..." Yan Zishu paused, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Witnessing Mu Hanyan's mastery of alchemy, his suspicion that the young woman before him possessed a remarkably complex background grew even stronger. Setting aside her antecedents and origins, her alchemy skills alone were sufficient grounds to avoid making an enemy of her. On the Holy Court Continent, Artifact Refiners, much like alchemists, occupied positions of high regard. Although she sought his aid today, one could never predict when he might require her expertise in return.

Such an individual was far better cultivated as an ally than antagonized.

"Master Yan, if I may recall, you once commissioned the forging of a treasured sword. It was nearly complete, but regrettably, the Sword Casting Master had to depart midway and never returned, leaving the sword's forging unfinished. Why not allow these individuals to assist you in completing the treasure sword?" the old man interjected.

At first, he had mocked Mu Hanyan relentlessly, only for her to effortlessly mend the Eight Gates Purple Cloud Furnace, leaving him utterly speechless and deeply humiliated. Unable to accept such disgrace, he devised a new scheme to vex Mu Hanyan.

Regrettably, his efforts to ingratiate himself with Yan Zishu were completely misguided, as he failed to grasp Yan Zishu's true intentions, leading to a pathetic misstep.

Upon hearing the old man's words, Yan Zishu came close to uttering a curse. He had intended to mend fences, yet this elder was instead exacerbating the conflict between them.

Yan Zishu gazed at the elder with profound frustration, entirely unaware that Huayue and the others were wearing even more astonished expressions.

Sword casting? If their memories served them correctly, Mu Hanyan's initial cultivation path did indeed involve the Sword Casting Technique, didn't it? Hadn't she forged the formidable Heavenly Flying Immortal even before her enrollment in Long Yan Academy?

After her entry into Long Yan Academy, the very first person to attempt to trouble her, only to suffer a severe setback, was none other than the master of the Sword Casting Hall, Nie Fangsheng. Humiliated, Nie Fangsheng withdrew for a considerable period, eventually seeking out Mu Hanyan in Wenjian Valley for guidance.

If their current assessment was accurate, Mu Hanyan's greatest strength was likely in sword casting.

Nevertheless, she felt that wielding a large iron hammer all day detracted from her image as a young lady. Thus, after forging a few Heavenly Flying Immortals for her personal defense, she rarely handled a sword casting hammer again.

Regardless of her personal preference, the Sword Casting Technique remained Lady Mu's forte. To challenge her in this very discipline was to invite self-inflicted humiliation!

"Very well." Indeed, before Yan Zishu could voice his reply, Mu Hanyan readily agreed.

Whether it was repairing a pill furnace or forging a treasured sword, both tasks fell well within her capabilities and were efficient uses of time. Had Yan Zishu requested her to procure some side dishes from Yingfeng Building back in Anyun City, such a chore would have given her a headache; not inherently difficult, but Zirong certainly wouldn't have had sufficient time for it.

"Are you certain?" Yan Zishu inquired hesitantly. His gaze subtly swept across Huayue, Jiang Yuzhe, Tang Bufan, and Ling Baobao, contemplating that none of them appeared to be swordsmiths.

"I am sure. Bring the sword forth so I may examine it," Mu Hanyan affirmed.

"Very well, please allow me a moment," Yan Zishu's tone became noticeably more courteous.

Shortly thereafter, a servant, acting on instructions, presented a half-finished longsword.

Upon observing this longsword, Mu Hanyan sensed a flicker of familiarity, yet she could not quite recall where she had encountered it before.