Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1450: Deserved Such a Fate

The ferocious conflict at Beining Pass, a desperate fight for survival, concluded with an astonishing zero casualties, even among the late-arriving reinforcements. This remarkable outcome left everyone in awe.

In stark contrast, Qingyang Pass, which had merely observed the chaos, bore the brunt of the losses. Every single elite soldier, over a hundred strong, that Dan Tai Xuan brought from the Holy Court perished in the battle. The combined forces of the Changsun, He, Song, Qu, and Mo families, initially numbering more than 1,200, were reduced to fewer than 200 survivors, most grievously wounded with missing limbs.

Remarkably, among the Five Great Families, only the Fang Family, under Fang Zhe's command, had ventured forth to aid Mu Hanyan. Despite the universal expectation of their utter annihilation, not a single one of the more than 200 Fang Family disciples sustained even a minor injury.

Such an incredible feat could only be attributed to Mu Hanyan.

When the results from both passes were compared, Mu Hanyan's standing soared even higher, while Dan Tai Xuan and his cohort were met with contempt. Their cowardice was unforgivable, but the needless loss of hundreds of Qingyang Pass soldiers and civilians due to their inaction was even more galling. Had their esteemed status not shielded them, the bereaved might have torn them limb from limb.

"Speaking of which, what became of Qu Fengxing?" Mu Hanyan inquired. Qu Fengxing, the Young Master of the Qu Family in the Capital, was conspicuously absent, as Mu Hanyan had only encountered Changsun Yi’an and Song Yu.

"He is deceased. He was the first to fall to the Netherworld Beast," Qu Fengting responded with a flat tone.

"My condolences," Mu Hanyan offered. Though she held no particular fondness for Qu Fengxing, she extended words of comfort to Qu Fengting, a member of a collateral branch of the Qu Family and formerly a Young Master.

"I was disowned by the Qu family long ago. Beining Pass is my true home now," Qu Fengting stated calmly.

Mu Hanyan perceived that he had truly relinquished worldly pursuits, content to dedicate his remaining days at Beining Pass.

"And where is Mo Yanhong?" Mu Hanyan asked, noting the absence of another prominent Young Master from the Great Families. She couldn't help but suspect he might have fled when the situation turned dire. Such an act would have rendered him an outcast from the Mo Family, Anyun, and indeed, the entire Holy Court Continent.

"Still missing, perhaps..." Qu Fengting shared the same suspicion.

"He's been found! Young Master Mo has been located!" At that very moment, a Fang Family disciple clearing the battlefield shouted loudly.

Everyone converged on the scene, their expressions a mixture of sorrow and dark amusement at the sight that greeted them.

Mo Yanhong lay entombed beneath two Exotic Beasts. His spine was shattered, and half his body was crushed into an unrecognizable mass. He was undeniably dead.

While the wounds on the two Exotic Beasts clearly indicated they had been slain by swords, Mo Yanhong's form bore the unmistakable, massive imprints of a Red Cloud Gold Armored Elephant. A moment's reflection revealed the grimly comedic truth: he had feigned death beneath a creature's corpse, only to be crushed by a later-arriving Red Cloud Gold Armored Elephant.

The dignified Young Master of the Mo Family, one of the esteemed Eight Great Families of the Capital, met such an absurd end, leaving all present utterly speechless.

"Hand him over to the Mo Family's Young Master; let them escort him back to the Capital," Mu Hanyan instructed.

Regardless of her personal disdain for Mo Yanhong's character, she held respect for Mo Qingkuang, and maintaining appearances for one of the Eight Great Families was, for the moment, necessary.

"We don't recognize him. He merely bears a resemblance to our Young Master," a Mo Family disciple sneered at Mo Yanhong's corpse before turning away with chilling indifference.

The other surviving Mo Family disciples, overcome with shame, also averted their gazes.