Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1359: Han Yan’s Stunning Move

"It’s far too late. I will devise a means to stall it for a bit longer; you must depart immediately. The further you flee, the better your chances. Should there be absolutely no recourse, I shall seal Danling Hall, along with everything within. Please inform my Yan Family disciples that this Danling Hall shall henceforth be a forbidden zone, and none are to approach within a hundred paces, not even to claim my remains." Yan Zishu issued his directives as if dictating his final testament.

Had they also attained the realm of Sword Saints, a united effort might have sufficed to seal the Pill Furnace. Or, if he had perceived the impending danger sooner, perhaps a sliver of hope would have remained. But now, it was glaringly apparent that the moment had passed.

"Lady Mu, you should depart as well. I have exerted my utmost; do not fault me for what comes next." After uttering these words, Yan Zishu turned away, his expression etched with grim finality, addressing Han Yan.

"All of you, precede us. We shall attempt this one last time." The assembled elders cast their gazes upon Yan Zishu, their countenances mirroring his own sense of desolation and despair.

At that precise moment, Han Yan made her move, traversing the distance to Danling Hall in a mere handful of strides.

"What do you intend to do?" Yan Zishu and the others cried out in unison, their voices laced with shock and disbelief.

Witnessing the toxic vapors already seeping outwards, with the Eight-Door Purple Cloud Furnace teetering on the brink of explosion, was she not intentionally rushing towards certain death by entering now?

Han Yan offered no verbal reply, choosing instead to demonstrate her intentions through her actions.

Merely a few paces from the Eight-Door Purple Cloud Furnace, Han Yan commenced the formation of a Hand Seal!

The Rebirth Soul-breaking Pill concealed within the furnace represented Zirong’s sole hope; it was imperative that the furnace neither detonated nor be forsaken. Yan Zishu, who had been inhaling the noxious fumes, found his strength significantly depleted. Though Doctor Sun possessed unparalleled alchemy techniques honed over a lifetime, his cultivation base was too meager to withstand the potent poison emanating from the Rebirth Soul-breaking Pill. The successful refinement of the elixir would consequently depend solely on her.

"Han Yan!" Huayue and the rest were likewise taken aback, instinctively moving to follow her.

"Remain outside and do not move!" Han Yan commanded, her voice leaving no room for dissent.

They had not yet bridged the significant gap between Sword Master and Great Sword Master, and most likely, they would prove incapable of withstanding the poisonous miasma within the chamber. Even if they possessed the fortitude, their contribution would likely be negligible, rendering their risk unnecessary.

Huayue and the others abruptly ceased their advance, comprehending Han Yan’s audacious plan and acknowledging that their interference would only impede her efforts. As they observed Han Yan’s elegant movements, their faces were alight with profound worry and palpable anxiety.

Zirong’s facade of calm composure crumbled, her lips pursed tightly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"She actually intends to proceed with refining the Rebirth Soul-breaking Pill!" Yan Zishu and the assembled elders were utterly astounded by Han Yan’s audacious undertaking.

The very elixir that even Yan Zishu could not fully complete, nor seal away, was now being shouldered by her, precisely as the Pill Furnace reached its critical point of explosion; did she harbor no regard for her own life?

Furthermore, did she possess proficiency in alchemy? Could it be that alongside her profound expertise in alchemy, swordcraft, and beast taming, she also dabbled in the arcane arts of alchemy?

Under the collective weight of their questioning gazes, Han Yan was already executing swift maneuvers around the Pill Furnace, channeling her Qi and delivering forceful strikes upon it as she moved.

Han Yan was presently employing the unique alchemy technique imparted by Ling Baobao! It was said that one of his mentors possessed an innate gift for alchemy, yet hindered by a weak foundation in his early years, he resorted to forcibly merging medicinal components and inherent powers to forge nascent cores through this very technique.

Yan Zishu had brought the Rebirth Soul-breaking Pill to the cusp of completion, with only the final stage of core formation remaining. Therefore, Han Yan was unburdened by concerns of precise timing or temperature regulation; her sole objective was to exert control over the volatile and potent Dan Power within the elixir, thereby compelling the core formation. Ling Baobao’s comprehensive set of alchemy techniques proved perfectly suited for this task.

Shortly thereafter, resounding thuds echoed through the confines of Danling Hall.

"Is this truly alchemy? If she were to employ more robust strikes, it would unmistakably resemble the techniques of a blacksmith’s forge, would it not?" Grasping the essence of Han Yan’s intentions, Yan Zishu and the onlookers found themselves momentarily bewildered by her pugilistic and kinetic movements.

At the very instant these thoughts occupied their minds, Han Yan retrieved the sword-casting hammer once more and delivered a resounding blow upon the Eight-Door Purple Cloud Furnace. Naturally, her intent was not to inflict damage, but rather to utilize the hammer as a means to amplify the potency of her Qi. She deliberately refrained from deploying the Cold Sky Sword, fearing its razor-sharp Qi might inadvertently fracture the furnace, thereby precipitating a catastrophic outcome for both Zirong and herself.

It bore an uncanny resemblance to the craft of blacksmithing! Observing the hammer’s descent in Han Yan’s hand, Yan Zishu and the elders watched with growing astonishment, oblivious to the fact that the outward flow of toxic vapors was being steadily repelled back into the Pill Furnace, which now exhibited progressively diminishing tremors.

With the aid of the Li family's Blacksmithing Technique, or rather, the Li family's Alchemy Technique, and the formidable power granted by the sword-casting hammer, the rebellious Dan Poison was finally subdued, bringing the Pill Furnace back to a state of tranquility.

"Star Falling in Eight Desolates, pill complete!" Han Yan proclaimed, her Divine Sense meticulously monitoring the Pill Furnace's internal fluctuations before delivering a decisive strike.

The final hand seal for core formation was also a derivation from the Star Falling Eight Desolates Sword. Earlier, while forging a longsword for Yan Zishu, Han Yan had realized that her proficiency in the sword's casting techniques had seen a significant surge as her own strength increased.

This realization bolstered her confidence, making her certain that alchemy techniques stemming from the same origin would undoubtedly see similar improvements.

A profound silence settled over them, and only then did Yan Zishu and the others snap out of their stupefied state.

Han Yan returned the sword-casting hammer to the Star Plate Space, preparing to unseal the Pill Furnace.

"Lady Mu, exercise caution!" the elder, who had been repeatedly confounded by Han Yan, exclaimed with evident concern.

The interior of the Pill Furnace was a mystery, and the completion of the elixir remained uncertain. If the poison pill had failed and all its toxic gases remained compressed within the furnace, opening the lid could prove disastrous.

"Your concern is appreciated, but I am fine," Han Yan replied, acknowledging his genuine worry without further ceremony, and confidently proceeded to open the Pill Furnace.

Under the watchful and tense gazes of the elders, a pill of deep cyan-purple hue, appearing almost translucent, emerged from the furnace. It hovered before them, possessing a strange yet captivating beauty.

It was finished; she had actually succeeded! The Rebirth Soul-breaking Pill, a feat Yan Zishu himself could not accomplish, had been perfected by her hands!

The elders were utterly astonished, their lips trembling, rendering them speechless for a considerable duration.

In contrast to the dumbfounded expressions of Yan Zishu and his companions, Huayue and the others exhibited a greater degree of composure.

While equally surprised and apprehensive when Han Yan had made her earlier dash, they understood she was not one for recklessness. If she chose to act, it was with a purpose. They reasoned that she would not undertake such a risk without a degree of certainty, or at least a reasonable chance of success.

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