Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1502: Playboys in the Holy Court

The light of the array gradually disappeared, and Han Yan and the others slowly descended in front of a secluded valley, where a peak rose from the ground like a divine sword towering into the sky.

Undoubtedly, this was the Holy Sword Peak that the Holy Master had mentioned.

The valley was not large; Holy Sword Peak was only a few hundred meters away, so its majestic presence felt as if it were right before them.

Four courtyards were built along the mountain, filled with a sense of ancientness and vicissitude.

From a distance, everyone could sense a purer and more concentrated Heaven and Earth Power in the valley, as well as a clearer and easier-to-comprehend Power of Laws. Clearly, this Holy Sword Peak was a rare cultivation treasure more powerful than the illusion realms in the academies of various countries.

They also felt that although the Heaven and Earth Power throughout Holy Sword Peak was exceptionally abundant, there were variations in strength when it reached the courtyards. Obviously, arrays were laid beneath these courtyards to gather the Heaven and Earth Power, but over time, some arrays inevitably became damaged, resulting in varying strengths.

"Our Beiqi Country has the most people this time, so the westernmost courtyard looks bigger; let’s stay there," said a Great Sword Master from Beiqi Country.

Han Yan furrowed his brow; not only did the westernmost courtyard appear larger, but the Heaven and Earth Power was also the most abundant. His words clearly were not just about size.

"You only outnumber us West Qin by two people. Haven’t you noticed we have a female swordsman in West Qin? It’d be quite inconvenient for her to squeeze in with us. Why not let us have that courtyard?" A West Qin Great Sword Master immediately said.

Indeed, apart from Han Yan and Ye Yanran from Anyun Country, only West Qin Country had a female swordsman among the other countries. His reasoning seemed reasonable, but everyone knew he wasn’t speaking for the female swordsman—it was all about the Heaven and Earth Power.

"Since the other courtyards aren’t considerably smaller, why don’t you just make room for her in one of them?" The Great Sword Master from Beiqi raised his eyebrows in displeasure.

"Since you mentioned the other courtyards aren’t much smaller, why must you insist on occupying the westernmost one?" The West Qin Great Sword Master sneered sarcastically.

"Zhuang Ping’an, are you deliberately opposing me?" The Beiqi Great Swordsman darkened his expression.

"Sang Qinghe, I don’t intend to oppose you; I just can’t stand someone trying to play both sides. That courtyard is fixed for West Qin," Zhuang Ping’an replied with a cold smile.

"Courting death!" Sang Qinghe was furious, drawing his longsword.

Zhuang Ping’an showed no fear and also drew his longsword.

Nan Aotian glanced at Han Yan and chuckled wryly.

Han Yan sighed and felt a headache coming on.

She just realized that she had made her promises a bit prematurely. Most of the Divine Guardian descendants from each country came from wealthy families or even royal families. Although they abandoned their status upon joining the Holy Court and interacted as cultivators, their deep-seated arrogance remained unchanged.

Among them, there were rebellious individuals, and many were on par with her in strength. It wasn’t easy to gather these people around her and command them.

"Brother Zhuang, Brother Sang, why don’t we enter the valley and discuss this further?" Although Han Yan knew it wasn’t easy to make the Divine Guardian descendants obey her, she had already decided and wouldn’t back down. She stepped forward to position herself between Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe, smiling as she spoke.

"Young Master Mu, as the saying goes, ’resolve disputes before they escalate.’ I suggest we discuss it thoroughly before proceeding," Sang Qinghe said respectfully to Han Yan before speaking seriously.

"Young Master Mu speaks wisely, but I’m concerned some people might occupy that courtyard once we’re on the peak, so it’s better to settle it now," Zhuang Ping’an said, saluting Han Yan sarcastically.

"Zhuang Ping’an, I’m done talking. You’ve set your eyes on that courtyard too. If you can surpass my longsword skills, I’ll let you have it," Sang Qinghe said angrily with his longsword drawn.

"What do you mean by ’let me have it’? Do you think that courtyard is yours? But if you want a fight, do you think I’d fear you?" Zhuang Ping’an sneered coldly, gathering Qi on his longsword, which flickered with a cold gleam.

If it weren’t for Han Yan’s presence, and out of fear of her strength, they might have started fighting long ago.

Han Yan shook her head internally. Though the Divine Guardian descendants feared her strength after witnessing it, and previously sided with her out of common enmity with Wei Xiaotian, when it came to personal interests, they wouldn’t compromise easily just because of her words. Gaining their full allegiance wasn’t easy.

It seemed that to make them submit, she needed to show strength—but these people came from elite families or royal backgrounds. No matter how courteous they appeared, they held inherent pride. Using force like Wei Xiaotian wasn’t ideal; it’d only provoke their resentment. It was best to administer a balance of kindness and severity.

But without a suitable opportunity, how could she demonstrate this balance?

Though Han Yan was quite skilled and cunning with sword skills, reaching the Sword Saint Realm in her previous life, she lacked experience in this area, making her somewhat at a loss.

"Clang!" During Han Yan’s moment of distraction, Sang Qinghe and Zhuang Ping’an suddenly stepped aside, bypassing her and clashing.

As their sword lights met, sparks flew, and chaotic wind blades scattered everywhere. Several less-skilled young people were startled, hastily dodging, with one even using a rolling technique to avoid harm from their swords embarrassingly.

Han Yan’s elegant brows slightly furrowed: if things didn’t improve, she might have to forcibly suppress them to establish her authority.

"Ha, is this the legendary dog’s hair biting dog’s hair? You’ve yet to enter Holy Sword Valley, and already you’re fighting to the death. Ridiculous, ridiculous!" As Han Yan was about to intervene, mocking laughter sounded.

A group of Holy Court Disciples walked over, laughing and chatting. The leading young man was about seventeen or eighteen, with rosy lips and white teeth, but arrogance marked his brows, resembling the spoiled rich kids of elite families.

"What Divine Guardian descendants? They’re just a bunch of worldly buffoons; how can they compare to the young master?" A sidekick flattered.

"If such people could receive the inheritance of those ancient warriors, Heaven must be blind," another mocked unkindly.

"Who are you?" Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe withdrew their swords simultaneously, asking with hostile expressions.