Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1731: A Terrifying Sword Strike

As the spring water entered her mouth, it felt clear and sweet, seemingly without anything particularly special, but soon, a surge of heat flooded her entire body. It was as if every part of her flesh, every pore, was opening up. A mystical power quietly gathered within her, dispersing throughout her body.

Seeing that the spring water seemed gentle with no apparent issues, Han Yan simply drank all the spring water in her cup. Immediately, it was as if the meridians and bones throughout her body were igniting. Han Yan could even feel her cheeks becoming scalding hot, and that power was continuously increasing.

This power was so pure and enormous that Han Yan could feel it would not fall short of the Fifth Rank Swordsman, even without any Qi or Priest Divine Technique assistance.

However, as the power increased, her meridians and bones, even her entire body, felt the impact of that immense force, resulting in a tearing pain. Sweat beads appeared on her forehead.

No wonder the Kirin Young Master’s bloodline almost met its end; one must know that this spring water was only condensed from the Dragon Clan Blood Essence, and the contained power was rather mild yet still caused her to endure repeated meridian clearing and marrow washing, feeling such pain. Directly consuming Dragon Clan Blood Essence would bring unimaginable power.

Luckily, the little fellow was filial, leaving her the Blood Essence from the Dragon Clan bloodline, while he devoured the Blood Essence from the Giant Spirit Turtle. Otherwise, he would most likely be dead with not even remains left.

Feeling she could still endure, Han Yan drank another cup of spring water, and then another.

After drinking three cups of spring water, Han Yan felt every bone in her body was cracking, and the piercing pain reached her mind, while the power increase gradually halted.

Han Yan knew she had reached the limit, both her body’s limit and the spring water’s limit, as it was only condensed from Dragon Clan Blood Essence, thus the spring water’s effect was ultimately limited, unable to infinitely enhance power. Like many elixirs, the first pill greatly enhances strength, but subsequent ones are wasted.

Knowing that drinking more would only add pain without benefit to her strength, Han Yan packed up her water bag. Due to extreme pain, her hands trembled slightly, and drops of cold sweat continuously rolled down her forehead.

Taking a deep breath, Han Yan slowly closed her eyes. Despite having reincarnated through two lifetimes and undergoing much training, she still found it hard to bear such heart-wrenching pain that even caused bouts of disorientation in her mind. If it were someone else, they might have exploded under the immense power or been destroyed mentally due to the pain and vanished.

Han Yan repeatedly circulated the Divine Martial Refining Soul Technique, keeping her mental state intact as the pain gradually subsided.

Everyone watched her nervously, yet dared not speak for fear of disturbing her and causing an accident.

"Master, are you alright?" After a long while, seeing Han Yan exhale deeply and open her eyes, her expression much more relaxed, Mu Tu cautiously asked.

"I’ve worried everyone, but I’m fine." Seeing the worried expressions of everyone, Han Yan felt a bit guilty and said with a smile.

Mu Tu breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes still held some curiosity.

Han Yan knew he was curious about the origin of the spring water, as he had witnessed where it came from. His efforts also helped in excavating the Overlord Dragon Armor, and the little Auspicious Beast became incredibly powerful after consuming the Blood Essence Pearl. What effect would it have now that Han Yan drank the spring water?

Han Yan herself felt a hint of curiosity on this issue.

Drawing the Cold Sky Sword again, Han Yan’s gaze fixed on the giant stone outside the village, which was three square meters in size.

That pure power flowed through her limbs and bones, gradually gathering within the longsword, and the Cold Sky Sword emitted a series of desolate humming sounds.

With a clear whistle, Han Yan swung her longsword towards the giant stone. Even though she didn’t infuse any Qi, as the longsword sliced through the air, the surrounding light distorted, as if the sword were tearing through space.

"Shh" The Sword Light swept across without the usual explosion of stone-splitting collision, only a flash of lightning-cold light slashing down.

A moment later, Han Yan’s longsword descended, and everything was silent. Everyone looked at Han Yan with confusion, as if nothing happened. When Han Yan struck with the sword, they expected great commotion seeing the distorted light, yet it seemed like an empty slash without the stone reacting—a thunderous start with little outcome.

"Uh... Han Yan’s strike is indeed earth-shattering; let’s continue drinking." Mu Tu’s thoughts were not as crude as they appeared. Though disappointed, he didn’t show it, instead consoling, while squeezing a dry smile as he walked towards the table.

Others also secretly felt disappointed and turned away.

"Boom" At that moment, a sudden loud explosion sounded behind, shaking the earth.

Everyone’s bodies stiffened as they turned around sharply, seeing the giant stone, large as three square meters, cracking from the middle and collapsing to the sides with a dense cloud of dust rising and dissipating swiftly in the wind. Observing the crack, it was smooth as a mirror.

Everyone was shocked, mouths agape. Stones exposed in the wilderness might not be as hard as iron, but pretty close; otherwise, they would have eroded into dust under knife-like harsh winds. However, now it was split in half like tofu, with the crack smooth as a mirror.

Only then did everyone realize that Han Yan’s previous sword wasn’t an empty slash, but the sword’s might was too strong, and the speed too fast, causing the split stone not to break immediately.

What a terrifying sword!

The result startled even Han Yan herself. Ninth Rank Swordsman—Han Yan was sure that the power of this sword did not fall short of Ninth Rank Swordsman.

Without relying on any Qi or Priest Divine Arts, merely using pure power, she could perform a strike equivalent to a Ninth Rank Swordsman. Previously, this was unimaginable for Han Yan.

Yet such power clearly wasn’t something anyone could withstand. Just one sword left Han Yan’s arms numb with a sense of fatigue throughout her body. Pure power completely relies on physical stamina, unlike Qi, which circulates continuously, making its wielding more exhausting to the body.

No matter what, suddenly attaining battle power equivalent to Ninth Rank Swordsman without worrying about revealing her Sword Dao Cultivation filled Han Yan with excitement.

Not long ago, a deep sense of powerlessness made Han Yan acutely aware that she needed to grow stronger swiftly. In this unfamiliar continent, to protect herself and those willing to risk their lives for her out of loyalty, she needed to enhance her strength rapidly. She never wanted to experience such profound helplessness and self-blame again.