Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1788: This Guy Got Smarter

In the past, the Chaos Heavenly Fire’s greatest use for her was to assist in alchemy and refining, and at critical moments, could dissolve poison and save lives. But that was only the infancy stage of Chaos Heavenly Fire; what unimaginable power would it hold in the growth stage?

Shen Yuhe was just speaking casually and didn’t have a mind to inquire further, so Mu Hanyan didn’t explain the origin of the Chaos Heavenly Fire. After all, the Holy Continent had no concept of Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire, and spreading it might not be beneficial for her.

Shen Yuhe didn’t ask more questions, but that didn’t mean others weren’t curious. However, seeing the Master Priest smile silently, no one dared to ask further, only feeling that the Master Priest was even more profound and unfathomable, adding a few more degrees of respect in their hearts.

Soon, everyone surrounded Mu Hanyan like stars around the moon, returning to the temple entrance. As they walked, Mu Tu was narrating the blood battle with spittle flying, wielding his pig-slaughtering knife here and there, occasionally scattering blood droplets.

Whether it was the Mu Clan or the Priest Guards of Huayu Temple, it was the first time they experienced such a grand battle, and it was a refreshing victory. The mood was both excited and invigorated, and the high-spirited battle intent and murderous aura lingered for a long time.

Seeing them getting closer and closer, Long Wudang’s face, which had just regained a bit of color, turned pale again.

The scene of the blood battle seemed to replay before his eyes; he finally recalled who Xiang Qiuzhan was—the most fierce, powerful, and mysterious bandit in Divine Continent history, whom even the Five Great Divine Temples couldn’t deal with. Together with thousands of his ruthless accomplices, they were obliterated in Huayu City, disappearing without a trace.

Compared to the priest’s bloodless divine arts combat, the battle in Huayu City was evidently far bloodier. Just thinking of the drifting blood flowers, the crisp sound of blades slicing through bone, and the bandits’ screams before death made Long Wudang nauseous and his scalp tingle.

What kind of monsters are these people of Huayu City? The civilian guards are one thing, but even the priests don’t use divine arts, charging with white knives going in, red knives coming out! Seeing the increasingly closer grimacing faces, Long Wudang’s legs began to tremble.

Heaven proves that no one was grimacing; at most, they were laughing heartily, but accompanied by that bloody face, it indeed appeared somewhat terrifyingly fierce.

"Master Priest, how should we deal with these fellows?" Mu Tu grimaced again and waved the pig-slaughtering knife in his hand, scattering a few droplets of blood.

Mu Hanyan glanced at Mu Tu, thinking he should at least wipe the knife; the scattered blood flowers were somewhat unbearable. But considering his background in pig slaughtering, probably lacking good habits, she didn’t bother to mention it.

Looking at Mu Tu’s wide grin and the glaring pig-slaughtering knife in his hand, Long Wudang was almost frightened to the point of collapsing to the ground.

Long Wudang shivering arm waved, various elixirs and Meteorite Gold appeared before his eyes, along with a few silver notes.

"What are you doing?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"I accidentally injured your temple’s person last time, and I’ve been feeling guilty, worrying about leaving any hidden ailments. So today, I’ve come to apologize specially, offering these silver taels, elixirs, and Meteorite Gold. I hope the Master Priest will kindly accept, and forgive my offense." Long Wudang’s heart was crying blood, but he forced an extremely flattering expression, wagging like a lapdog.

Though he was the son of the Master Priest, he was not a priest himself. Silver coins and cultivation resources were distributed monthly, and he had painstakingly saved over the years to amass some capital. Half was extorted by Mu Hanyan last time; the pile before him was the remaining half. From this day forward, he was thoroughly a pauper. But seeing the glittering pig-slaughtering knife in Mu Tu’s hand and recalling the bandits dead under it, he scarcely concerned himself with money, elixirs, or the like.

Possessions are possessions, external to oneself, born empty and leaving empty. Long Wudang comforted himself as he was crying blood inside.

Hmm, this guy seems to have gotten smarter. Mu Hanyan felt gratified for Long Wudang.

She had casually mocked Long Wudang before, and didn’t expect him to remember it clearly, nor to be so sensible, offering compensation without her needing to speak.

"We will also compensate, we will compensate too." The other accompanying priests quickly produced silver taels and elixirs.

If even Long Wudang had become smarter, let alone them. The scene just now was not only shocking to Long Wudang; it was the same for them. No one wanted Mu Tu’s pig-slaughtering knife to land on themselves.

"Since Young Master Long is so understanding, I shouldn’t reject your goodwill, otherwise it would seem like looking down on you. Lord Sikong, accept them." Mu Hanyan said earnestly to Sikong Qinglan.

Long Wudang’s mouth twitched, his heart screaming: I beg you, despise me, you don’t need to think so highly of me, just treat me as nothing, and let me go.

Of course, such words he didn’t dare utter.

"Then, can we leave now?" After Sikong Qinglan collected the heap of silver taels and elixirs, Long Wudang asked cautiously.

Long Wudang heard and rejoiced, feeling the wounds on his body seem to instantly heal halfway. He jumped up and fled towards the city gate like a lost dog. However, after running a few steps, he stopped and hesitated, looking back at Mu Hanyan.

"What’s the matter, Young Master Long? Do you still want to stay for a midnight snack before leaving?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"No... no... it’s Lord Zhuge..." Long Wudang stammered, pointing at Zhuge Qiu.

Zhuge Qiu’s injuries were far more serious than his. Although he took an elixir, he couldn’t recover immediately and was still lying feebly by the temple door.

Mu Hanyan didn’t expect that this Young Master Long Yang had some loyalty, not only caring about escaping himself but also not abandoning Zhuge Qiu.

"Take him along," Mu Hanyan thought a bit and waved.

Though Zhuge Qiu came to Huayu City this time to support Long Wudang, when bandits appeared, he didn’t hesitate to fight back, recognizing what mattered most. So Mu Hanyan didn’t bother him further.

Among family, conflicts behind closed doors are acceptable, but when facing external threats, united opposition is paramount. This is what Mu Hanyan admired most. Back in Heishi City Mu Family, she could forgive the Great Elder and others squabbling for power and prestige, even their disdain and humiliation towards her, for this reason.

As for Zhuge Qiu’s ostentatious and tyrannical manner, she found it ordinary, common among Noble Families. Even she was protective, so why bother about Zhuge Qiu’s domineering behavior?

Anyhow, after today, Mu Hanyan was sure Zhuge Qiu wouldn’t have the courage to show off in Huayu City again.