Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1503: Provocateurs Arrive to Taunt

When facing outsiders, they were quite united, not rushing into internal conflict, which made Han Yan somewhat relieved.

However, with Wei Wenxiao as a precedent, they did not dare to underestimate any of the Holy Court Disciples anymore, especially those who dared to provoke them despite knowing their identities.

The West Qin Great Sword Master earlier was the best example. Speaking of his strength, he wasn’t much weaker than Zhuang Ping’an or Sang Qinghe, but since he became the one standing out, got humiliatingly trampled by Wei Xiaotian, and was forced to submit, he lost face and didn’t dare to show himself again, lurking behind the crowd.

With such a shadow in his heart, his heart of a strongman was frustrated, and it is estimated that he won’t achieve much in his lifetime.

Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe were afraid they might accidentally provoke some saint and end up with the same fate.

"This person here is the Direct Disciple of Elder Shen Laoao, Steward Han Yutang. Why aren’t you stepping forward to pay your respects?" said the lackey arrogantly, his face full of reverence and longing when Elder Ao was mentioned.

"What Steward Han, never heard of him." Upon hearing that he wasn’t a saint, just a steward, everyone was somewhat dismissive, and Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe even showed some disdain.

There are many stewards in the Holy Court, and there are distinctions between internal and external ones. They were wary of saints like Wei Xiaotian, not some steward.

"How dare you show disrespect to Steward Han!" Seeing their indifferent expressions, the lackey barked with the arrogance of one borrowing authority.

"Forget it, they haven’t seen much of the world, no need to lower ourselves to their level." Han Yutang waved his hand dismissively, sneering at Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe, "Aren’t you eager to seize the courtyard in the Holy Sword Peak? Let me see how you can enter this Holy Sword Valley?"

"Hmph, when we go in, who would dare block us?" Zhuang Ping’an and his people, usually domineering and arrogant in their country, felt instinctively rebellious when they saw Han Yutang’s even more arrogant demeanor of a spoiled rich kid.

As Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe were speaking, they headed inside. After all, the Holy Master had already spoken, and they did not believe anyone would dare to stop them.

They had already noticed that the same-aged disciples of the Holy Court did not welcome them, probably because their arrival had outshone the others. They also suspected that people like Han Yutang were here to mock and vent privately, not at the Holy Court’s bidding, making them even more fearless.

In the face of an external threat, Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe were surprisingly united, both deciding that if anyone dared to stop them, they would just go for it, who was afraid of whom?

But to their slight surprise, their opponents had no intention of making a move, merely watching them with smiles, making Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe, with hands on their swords, seem overly tense, like they were afraid.

Both felt embarrassed and simultaneously released their sword grips.

At this moment, a bright light suddenly flashed in front of them, startling them as they reached for their swords, but it was too late.

A tremendous force hit them head-on, and they were thrown back, rolling on the ground like gourds, tumbling a dozen times before stopping.

"Brother Zhuang!"

"Brother Sang!" Their companions quickly rushed forward to help them up.

Fortunately, they were not hurt, just dirtied and utterly embarrassed, with no trace of Great Sword Master’s dignity left.

"Hahahaha, I said they were inexperienced, see, I wasn’t wrong. To be tossed around by such a small array, what a laugh," Han Yutang laughed heartily, leaning forward and backward.

The other Holy Court Disciples also laughed aloud, pointing at Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe as if mocking two drowned rats.

Array! Han Yan’s eyes slightly narrowed.

Although Han Yutang made it sound trivial, she knew this array was not as simple as he claimed. After all, she hadn’t detected its existence earlier.

More importantly, not only was the array extremely hidden, but its power was also not to be underestimated, knowing that Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe were both Great Sword Masters, not much weaker than her. Their knowledge and practical experience certainly weren’t lacking compared to him.

If it hadn’t been Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe stepping forward just now but herself, she might have met the same fate if caught off guard.

The faces of the other Descendants of Divine Guardian drastically changed too. If not for Han Yutang speaking up, they might not have realized it was an array. No wonder this person was so arrogant; he indeed had the confidence.

"What do you want to do!" Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe, thoroughly embarrassed, shouted in anger, drawing their longswords simultaneously.

"Wait, wait, I’m not here to fight you." Han Yutang, however, smiled as he spoke leisurely, "I just heard that the Holy Master is recruiting Descendants of Divine Guardian from various countries, wanting them to inherit the ancient powers’ legacies. I was curious about the abilities of these Descendants of Divine Guardians. After testing them, I am quite disappointed."

At this point, Han Yutang naturally couldn’t help but show contempt and sarcasm.

Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe, their faces already flushed, turned even redder, almost purple.

They had always prided themselves on being Descendants of Divine Guardian. Although they knew coming to the Holy Court and then heading to the North Abyss Misty Plain was likely a death sentence, they were still unwavering, even considering it an honor and pride.

But as soon as they arrived at the Holy Court, they were repeatedly frustrated. Letting Wei Xiaotian off earlier was one thing; after all, he was a saint. Even if deceived by him and forced to submit, it was understandable. But now to be played with and humiliated by a steward, they couldn’t accept it at all.

"Leng Qingyun!"

"Luo Lifu!" They called out in unison.

Two young men stepped forward, both with bitter expressions.

"Break that array for me!" They ordered jointly, not seeing the others’ bitter expressions.

Han Yan, however, could see that when their names were called by Zhuang Sang, they showed bitter faces, clearly lacking confidence. But since Zhuang Ping’an and Sang Qinghe were strong, older than others, and influential among the Descendants of Divine Guardians in their country, they dared not disobey and reluctantly stepped forward.

Soon, Leng Qingyun and Luo Lifu arrived at the place where Zhuang Sang had been thrown by the array, and they simultaneously performed a Hand Formation.

Their strength wasn’t impressive, just third-tier Sword Masters, but when they made their moves, everyone was dazzled,

On the surface, their Hand Formation seemed not to have many unique aspects, but in some nuances, it clearly differed from ordinary Hand Formations. One must know that the art of Hand Formation has been passed down for millions of years, meticulously honed by countless predecessors, considered intricately refined, allowing no mistakes in execution, with even slight discrepancies leading to vast errors.