Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1363: The Sleazy Fatty Appears Suddenly

"Han Yan, seeing as we possess these fragments of the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate and the Ruyi Crown, why don't we attempt to harness their power to boost our cultivation?" Zirong's long-standing mental fog finally lifted, and she joyfully proposed this to Mu Hanyan.

Huayue and the others also turned their expectant gazes towards Mu Hanyan, eager to try.

"Very well," Mu Hanyan agreed, producing the Ruyi Hair Crown first.

While augmenting one's power through these pieces of the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate and the Ruyi Crown might only be a temporary measure, in the crucible of a life-or-death struggle, the origin of one's strength becomes secondary. Survival is paramount. Therefore, Mu Hanyan saw no issue with acquiring an additional ultimate skill for self-preservation.

Huayue and the rest of the group then brought out their respective Heavenly Destiny Star Plates, arranging them on the table.

A faint, subtle fluctuation of spiritual intent could be perceived emanating from the fragments of the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate and the Ruyi Crown, clearly suggesting an interconnectedness among them. However, the method for utilizing them to enhance power remained an enigma.

Recalling the intricate hand seals that Jing Jianjue and his companions had employed stealthily during their past confrontations, Mu Hanyan began to mimic them, her hands fluidly transitioning from one formation to another.

Her intention wasn't necessarily to activate these five mystic artifacts single-handedly. Instead, by immersing her divine sense, she hoped that even the slightest alteration in her movements might lead her to deduce the correct sequence.

Regrettably, after cycling through more than a hundred different hand formations, the five mystic artifacts resting on the table remained inert.

Mu Hanyan paused, her brow furrowed in deep contemplation.

Huayue, Jiang Yuzhe, and the others also ventured to cast various hand formations. Their studies at Long Yan Academy had encompassed arrays, sealing and unsealing techniques, alchemy, and beast taming, granting them a foundational understanding of hand formations and their underlying principles.

Nevertheless, if Mu Hanyan herself could not ascertain the method, it was naturally beyond their capabilities as well. Before long, each of them ceased their attempts, concluding that further effort would be futile.

After a moment of reflection, Mu Hanyan gathered array materials and constructed a formation beside the table. Since Jing Jianjue and his cohorts had utilized a sword array to activate these five mystic artifacts, she resolved to investigate whether a similar array-based approach might elicit a reaction, potentially offering a crucial clue.

The formation was swiftly erected, but to Mu Hanyan's growing disappointment, the five mystic artifacts on the table exhibited no response. Undeterred, she continued to experiment, altering the array configurations repeatedly.

Time slipped away unnoticed. Four hours passed, and as dusk settled, the five mystic artifacts remained resolutely unresponsive.

"Alas, unraveling the secrets bound within these five mystic artifacts is not a task that can be accomplished in a mere day or two. Let us set this aside for now and delve into it with patience later on," Mu Hanyan sighed, gathering her array materials.

While she was not one to surrender easily, she was also not foolishly obstinate. Mu Hanyan would not foolishly persist in endeavors with such slim prospects of success. She believed that the time invested in diligent cultivation could potentially yield far greater advancements than any enhancement derived from these five artifacts. Her sense of prioritization was always crystal clear.

Huayue and the others also let out sighs, a tinge of regret coloring their expressions, though they were not overly disheartened. The concept of significantly boosting one's strength without the aid of elixirs or incurring any adverse side effects was, frankly, too good to be true. A few setbacks were only to be expected.

"Hahaha, it seems even my precious disciple encounters moments of utter perplexity. Address me as 'Master,' and I shall gladly assist you in completing this sword array." At that very instant, a dignified yet rather portly man materialized from thin air before them.

Alas, the moment he broke into a smile, any semblance of dignity evaporated, replaced by an undeniably lecherous expression that contorted his features.

"Fatty, what brings you here?" Mu Hanyan exclaimed in genuine surprise.

This lecherous man was none other than Feng Qingyu. Despite harboring certain reservations about his character, Mu Hanyan couldn't deny the significant knowledge she had gained from him. The time spent together had forged an unexpected bond, and she found herself genuinely delighted by this chance encounter in such a remote locale, addressing him as 'Fatty' without a second thought.

Unfortunately, the man referred to as 'Fatty' did not share this sense of kinship or delight. His initially spirited smile instantly wilted.

"Master, you should address me as 'Master,'" Feng Qingyu stated, a hint of helplessness and resentment coloring his tone.

Given Feng Qingyu's formidable background, countless cultivators would likely weep with joy and eagerly petition to become his disciple. Yet, Mu Hanyan remained unfazed, his frustration mounting with her persistent habit of calling him 'Fatty.'

"I haven't formally accepted you as my master yet," Mu Hanyan replied, a touch of defiance in her voice.

Not yet, but not never—suggesting that while she hasn’t taken him as her master now, she could in the future... Fatty, with keen perception, caught on to the change in Mu Hanyan’s words and felt a surge of joy after a brief moment of thought.

"Fatty, are you saying you have a way to complete the sword array and trigger the power of these five magic artifacts?" Mu Hanyan had no idea how much commotion her casual remark caused in Feng Qingyu’s mind, nor the joy it brought him. She quickly moved on to ask another question.

"As long as you take me as your master, I will assist you." Fatty said insistently.

It’s no wonder he’s so persistent. Ignoring Mu Hanyan’s extraordinary talent, his own fame and ability were renowned hundreds of years ago. His natural talent and power surpassed that of Gong Hongru and Nangong Jingyuan. Originally designated as the Dean of this generation’s Long Yan Academy, he only handed over the position to Nangong Jingyuan due to his free-spirited nature and aversion to constraints.

In summary, anyone familiar with his background would treat him with the utmost respect and gratitude, seeing even a little guidance from him as a great blessing. But this Mu Hanyan refused to acknowledge him as her master and constantly called him Fatty. This was a great blow to the pride of Feng Qingyu, who had always been aloof and arrogant.

He resolved long ago to use his awe-inspiring skills and vast knowledge of strange and mysterious arts to win over Mu Hanyan. Yet, despite his most prized Alchemy and Alchemy Technique, Mu Hanyan was never impressed. On the contrary, she often bested him.

This very reason rekindled Feng Qingyu’s passion for competition and strengthened his resolve to take Mu Hanyan as his apprentice.

"As long as you take me as your master, I will assist you." Feng Qingyu reiterated solemnly. Speaking too excitedly, his breathing grew rapid, and an intense glow filled his eyes as he "lustfully" gazed at Mu Hanyan, his hands rubbing together in excitement.

Honestly, Mu Hanyan truly admired Feng Qingyu’s skills and was deeply moved by his sincere desire to take her as his apprentice. Her heart was starting to waver: maybe he wasn’t as indecent and perverted as she thought, maybe he was genuinely trying to guide her.

However, in the next instant, she caught sight of his "eager" gaze and the rapid movement of his restless hands, and her mind recalled him covertly touching girls’ behinds. Chilled to the core, she quickly dismissed her previous thoughts.