Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1687: Pretending to Be Gentle

Ye Yi’an’s eyelids twitched wildly. The Saints he had heard of were all detached and ethereal, none of them like this—so violent and brutal. How could this be a Saint? This was more like a deity of slaughter.

The more Han Yan fought, the more exhilarated she became, letting out her pent-up emotions, and felt her mood lighten more and more. After quite a while, she noticed the strange and fearful gazes of the people around her.

Oh no, wasn’t I supposed to stay low-profile? How did I slip up again and show such an unladylike side? Han Yan inwardly blamed herself. She had just managed to shake off her notorious titles—the biggest playboy of Heishi City, the biggest playboy of the Capital, the biggest playboy of Long Yan, and so on—and didn’t want to be seen as a playboy again on the Divine Continent.

Thinking of this, Han Yan subconsciously slowed her movements, her actions becoming slightly gentler. It was as if this futile gesture could change her image in the eyes of others.

"Spare me! I beg you, my lord, spare me, sob..." Kang Zihe finally caught his breath. At this moment, he couldn’t care less about his dignity, tearfully and bloodily begging for mercy.

Han Yan instinctively glanced at Ye Yi’an. This was, after all, the Divine Continent, and she, being new here, truly didn’t know how to deal with Kang Zihe appropriately.

"Let him go," Ye Yi’an said to Han Yan after a moment of contemplation.

"Get lost. Don’t let me see you again, or you won’t be so lucky next time." Han Yan stopped immediately, gave Kang Zihe a kick, and said coldly.

Even though her ability without revealing her identity wasn’t much stronger than Kang Zihe’s, the reason she could turn him into a punching bag was largely due to that unexpected fireball. But Han Yan believed that once she entered the temple, her strength would skyrocket, and Kang Zihe would be nothing more than an ant in front of her—killing or not didn’t matter, and there was no need to trouble herself over such an ant.

"Thank you, thank you, my lord!" Kang Zihe was overjoyed upon hearing this and struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved, he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

It was only then that everyone noticed his arms and legs were hanging in a twisted position, clearly broken in several places, with many of his bones fractured.

Han Yan did not care whether Kang Zihe lived or died, but she certainly wouldn’t let him off easily. That previous sneak attack aiming for her life, Kang Zihe had indeed intended to take her life. With Lady Mu’s temperament, she either wouldn’t make a move, or if she did, she wouldn’t hold back.

Several guards quickly came forward and carried Kang Zihe out of the village as if carrying a dead pig.

Cheers erupted around from the Mu Family members.

After a while, everyone calmed down, wanting to say something to Han Yan but hesitant out of fear.

Such fear was evidently different from the previous reverence; it was merely out of fear of Lady Mu’s fierce brutality.

Could it be? I was merely venting a bit, how did I end up scaring them like this? Seeing their timid expressions, Lady Mu suddenly had an illusion, as if she had returned to Heishi City years ago, where the people were also like this upon seeing her, and even the children didn’t dare to cry at the mention of the Big Playboy Mu.

Lady Mu’s mood, which had just lightened, suddenly felt inexplicably gloomy.

"When you were at home, you must have had quite a reputation, huh?" Ye Yi’an suddenly asked.

"Yes, how did you know?" Han Yan instinctively replied.

Ye Yi’an smiled knowingly, as if it was just as he expected. Given her natural talent, it was no surprise that Han Yan became a Saint. As the descendant of Anyun’s premier family, she was naturally pampered from a young age, developing a bit of the obstinate and domineering nature of a prestigious family’s daughter. Fortunately, she was a daughter; had she been a son, she might have turned into the top playboy of Anyun’s premiere family.

One must say, Ye Yi’an did not live through these past millennia in vain. Despite some deviation at the beginning, he indeed guessed the final outcome correctly.

"Everyone need not fear. With Han Yan’s natural talent, her family naturally doted on her. Her actions might be a bit flamboyant at times, but she is clear in her likes and dislikes, and her nature is not bad. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed to my request and become the Guardian Priest of the Mu Family." Ye Yi’an said to everyone.

"I see." Everyone realized suddenly, and their gazes toward Han Yan subtly changed. Han Yan could clearly feel it—it was obviously the look ordinary people give to playboy scions.

Han Yan helplessly patted her forehead. It seemed this playboy title would accompany her for a lifetime. She had just managed to shake it off, only to have it put back on her head on the first day at the Divine Continent.

"Priest Da... Mu... uh, my lord," Mu Tu stepped forward to address Han Yan, but stammered, unsure of how to address her appropriately.

"Uncle Mu, just call me Han Yan," Han Yan said with a gentle smile.

Mu Tu had saved her life just now, so she had a good impression of him.

"How could I dare, how could I dare," Mu Tu felt flattered being called Uncle, rubbing his hands with a foolish grin.

"I will represent the Mu Family in the Feng City Temple’s priest assessments, becoming your Guardian Priest. From now on, we are all family, so don’t be overly formal, just call me Han Yan." Han Yan said with a smile as pleasant as spring wind.

She wanted to hide her identity, so it was necessary to borrow the Mu Family name and appropriately get close to them without any harm. Besides, she inherently had no aversion to these simple villagers, so these words came genuinely from the heart.

Seeing the warm and gentle smile on Han Yan’s face, everyone felt an unusual sense of closeness, and their previous fear silently faded away.

"Then I won’t be polite, Han Yan. Our Mu Family has been bullied by the Kang Family for so many years. Today, we finally held our heads high, thanks a lot!" Mu Tu said straightforwardly to Han Yan without reservation.

"Yes, the Kang Family bullies us too much. Fortunately, Han Yan came, otherwise, who knows what they would have done to us." Others chimed in, all looking at Han Yan with gratitude in their eyes.

Han Yan exchanged pleasantries with everyone and quickly became familiar with them.

"By the way, I’ll pay for what my friend spent of yours," Han Yan said, pointing to Ling Baobao.

But after saying this, Han Yan immediately regretted it, having spoken too rashly. Although she did carry many silver notes, they couldn’t be exchanged on the Divine Continent, and she had too few silver taels to repay Ling Baobao’s debt. As for things like Outer Heaven Meteorite Gold and exotic flora and fauna, who knew if they were still valuable on the Divine Continent? Different laws and cultivation methods mean different demands for Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.