Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1718: What Treasure Is Hidden in 1718?

Of course, he himself was utterly shocked by the scene before him. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t figure out how Han Yan had managed to kill Kang Qingyuan, but in front of Sikong Qinglan, he naturally wouldn’t ask too many questions.

"So that’s how it is. For the sake of selfish gain, the Kang Family actually tried to secretly murder a naturally-born Divine Priest. No wonder he knew the truth earlier yet chose not to report it, instead instigating Wen Liang and the other lord to make things difficult for Miss Mu in every way. I will definitely report this matter to Priest Chu and see the Mu Family given justice." Sikong Qinglan said with righteous indignation.

Han Yan was startled. If this were reported to Chu Yanghe, it would have no impact on Kang Qingyuan—he was already dead; no matter how unlucky he got, how much worse could it be? But her own trouble would become enormous. Chu Yanghe and the others weren’t fools; when they asked how she had killed Kang Qingyuan, how was she supposed to explain?

"Maybe we should just let it go. Though Kang Qingyuan was despicable and shameless, his methods vile, the Kang Family’s old and young are innocent. If this incident drags them down with him, I won’t be able to feel at ease." Han Yan sighed, putting on a look of compassion for all living beings as she spoke.

As she spoke, she couldn’t help thinking of those refugees stranded in the wastelands, and the pity in her eyes was especially genuine.

"Yes, since Kang Qingyuan is already dead, why bother dragging down the entire Kang Family? Strictly speaking, I and the Kang Family’s old ancestor became Temple Priests in the same year; there is some old friendship between us. I also can’t bear to see his descendants implicated and exiled to the barren polar wilds." Ye Yi’an echoed.

"What you say is true; it’s my own lack of consideration. But for you two to be willing to spare the Kang Family, such breadth of mind is truly admirable." Seeing the pity in Han Yan’s and Ye Yi’an’s eyes, Sikong Qinglan was both moved and impressed.

"You flatter me, Lord Sikong." Ye Yi’an waved his hand, once again putting on that cloud-light, wind-gentle, detached-from-the-world God-man demeanor.

Han Yan suddenly wondered if Ye Yi’an’s entire God-man temperament had been learned from the Holy Master back then. Speaking of it, Temple Priests ought to resemble God-men more, yet compared to him they were all a far cry.

"Let’s bury him." Sikong Qinglan glanced at Kang Qingyuan again and spoke.

"That’s how it should be. After all, he was a Temple Priest and also a descendant of an old acquaintance. No matter how many wrongs he committed, we shouldn’t leave him exposed in the wilderness." Ye Yi’an nodded. As long as Sikong Qinglan didn’t get tangled up over Han Yan’s true strength, anything was fine.

With Mu Tu here, rough work like this obviously didn’t need them to do it themselves. It didn’t take long before he dug a pit and tossed Kang Qingyuan straight into it. He wasn’t a Priest and had no compassion for all beings in his heart. If Sikong Qinglan hadn’t spoken and Ye Yi’an hadn’t objected, he would have thrown the corpse out to feed the wild dogs long ago.

"By the way, Lord Han Yan, what level of Divine Priest does your current strength correspond to? You actually beat Kang Qingyuan so easily." As he filled the pit, Mu Tu asked curiously.

Damn it! Ye Yi’an slapped his forehead. How could he have forgotten this guy was straightforward to the core and couldn’t keep anything in his heart?

In truth, Mu Tu had originally not even known Han Yan’s identity, nor had he ever thought about helping her conceal anything. If it weren’t for seeing the Priests speaking just now and feeling it improper to interrupt, he would have asked long ago.

Mu Yi’an glared fiercely at Mu Tu, but unfortunately the latter stared at Han Yan like a curious child, completely failing to notice his angry expression.

"Uh, I’m not really sure myself." Han Yan’s head was pounding as she answered vaguely.

"You’re not sure yourself? How’s that possible? How can you not know your own strength?" Mu Tu stared at Han Yan in surprise, showing a stubbornness that clearly refused to let the matter drop.

"Well, this..." Han Yan’s headache worsened. She really didn’t know how to explain, yet didn’t want Sikong Qinglan to see through anything.

"Miss Mu hasn’t undergone the temple’s baptism yet, so naturally she doesn’t know how much potential she truly has." Just as Han Yan was inwardly agonizing, Sikong Qinglan suddenly spoke. Seeing that Mu Tu still didn’t quite understand, he explained in detail, "Actually, naturally-born Divine Priests aren’t as rare as ordinary folk imagine—once in a thousand years. In fact, many among the temple’s Twelve Divine Language Priests are naturally-born Divine Priests. It’s just that Divine Language Priests are too far removed from ordinary people, so they usually remain unknown.

These Divine Priests not only possess astonishing aptitudes, able to Condense the Power of Laws even without cultivation, they often have shocking Innate Divine Power as well. Their strength is beyond what ordinary people, or even Priests, can imagine."

"So that’s how it is!" Mu Tu looked half-understanding, half-not, but his face was full of amazement.

Han Yan was somewhat surprised too. A question she couldn’t answer no matter how hard she racked her brains had been effortlessly solved by Sikong Qinglan.

If she wasn’t mistaken, these so-called naturally-born Divine Priests were actually Descendants of Divine Guardian whose Bloodline Awakening occurred on the Holy Court Continent, and that powerful Innate Divine Power was likely the Holy Court Continent’s Innate Divine Ability. After all, the two Continents shared a common origin. What the Holy Court had, the temple naturally ought to have as well; they simply used different terms.

"Miss Mu is a naturally-born Divine Priest by nature. It was probably the crisis just now that drew out a powerful Divine Power she herself didn’t know she possessed, allowing her to kill Kang Qingyuan in one fell swoop. Furthermore, Miss Mu is very likely..." Sikong Qinglan added a final summary, but halfway through, he suddenly thought of something and forcibly swallowed the rest of his words.

"Very likely what?" Han Yan pressed him curiously.

"N-no, it’s nothing. Oh right, I heard the Kang Family has produced Priests for several generations. Their family foundation should be quite good. Why would they covet Sunrise Peak?" Sikong Qinglan laughed awkwardly, dodging the question.

Han Yan’s heart stirred. Sikong’s prior protection of her at Feng City Temple, followed by his risking his life to act, had seemed somewhat abrupt. She had long been suspicious, and now it seemed there must be some reason behind it. But since he wasn’t willing to say more, and clearly bore her no ill will, she didn’t press him.

"I was puzzled too. I even came to Sunrise Peak several times specifically to search, but never found anything out of the ordinary." Ye Yi’an said, equally confused.

With his experience and insight, it was clear to him that Sikong Qinglan’s character and conduct were quite decent. Combined with Sikong’s earlier self-sacrificing protection, his favor toward him had grown, so he didn’t hide anything.

"Why don’t we search again?" Han Yan’s heart moved, and she said to them.

She now knew that Kang Qingyuan’s strength was definitely not as simple as it appeared; there might well be an even more powerful mastermind behind him. Since they were so determined to obtain Sunrise Peak, there must be some extraordinary Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures or Ancient Relics hidden here. Whatever it was, it would greatly benefit her in enhancing her cultivation.

And right now, what she needed most was strength, so she certainly couldn’t miss this opportunity. Besides, she had never been able to shake off the unease brought by Kang Qingyuan’s final threat. Fearing future complications, she didn’t want to delay any longer.