Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return Chapter 1855: Smug and Bullying with Power

Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but think again of the few magic artifacts Wen Gaoren unexpectedly obtained by tearing through space. Although he had never seen them in person, he had heard Duan Cheng’an mention them. But it sounded very much like the legendary Five Spirits Life Plates. He wondered if Wen Gaoren, who had pledged allegiance to Han Yan, kept the Five Spirits Life Plates for himself or handed them over to Han Yan.

"That’s strange. Your people heard it; why didn’t I hear it? Did you master priests hear it?" Long Aoli coldly laughed and asked the others.

The other master priests shook their heads.

"Priest Mu, tell me what’s going on. Why didn’t any of us master priests hear it?" Long Aoli asked.

"You’re all getting old, your ears don’t work well," Han Yan said indifferently.

"Han Yan, what do you mean by that?" The master priests were greatly enraged. Although they were older than Han Yan by quite a bit, they hadn’t yet reached the point of being deaf and blind.

"What do you mean? Am I, as a priest, going to falsely accuse him of something? You are also priests, would you do such a trivial thing? If you have any doubts, you can report to the Life God Temple and let the Penalty Priest investigate," Han Yan said lightly.

The master priests were slightly stunned, falling silent all at once.

All these years, as the Huayu Temple had declined, no one regarded it seriously anymore, and making fun of it casually didn’t seem inappropriate. Because An Xiaxin and others used to beg them, with nobody backing them, they could only swallow their pride.

But now, with what Han Yan brought up, they suddenly realized that regardless of how the Huayu Temple had fallen, in terms of status, it was equal with the Twelve Divine Temples, and even superior. Even if Han Yan did violate temple law, they theoretically had no right to punish her, let alone in such a situation where everyone argued their own case.

Of course, with the former An Xiaxin or Shen Yuhe, there was no way they could muster the courage to reason with them. But the current Han Yan was obviously different.

"Master priests, how about this? I’ll take a step back; let’s temporarily halt the competition. You report this matter to the Life God Temple first, and once it’s investigated thoroughly, if I’m indeed in the wrong, I will apologize to Young Master Long and accept any punishment. What do you think?" Han Yan proposed.

"What!" The group of old men was startled again. Competitions between temples were also part of the sacrificial ceremony, involving the rumored once-in-a-million-years strange treasure—a focal point of it all. How could it be paused so easily? Besides, would the Life God Temple really get involved over such trivial matters, assuming the upper echelons have nothing better to do? Running around for this insignificant affair would probably lead to the master priests being reprimanded for failing to prioritize appropriately.

Although Han Yan claimed she was taking a step back, following her lead would push everyone into a pit.

"Maybe let’s wait until the sacrificial ceremony ends before we revisit this," Chu Yanghe tried to mediate. After all, it wasn’t his son getting slapped. No need to make a big fuss over such trivialities.

"Yes, let’s wait," the other master priests echoed.

"Alright then, let’s wait until the ceremony concludes. As I said, once the Life God Temple investigates thoroughly and finds me at fault, I will apologize to Young Master Long and accept any punishment to avoid accusations of bullying," Han Yan said righteously.

Chu Yanghe and the others exchanged glances, thinking that this was indeed bullying. If Han Yan wasn’t relying on her status as a priest, the Twelve Divine Temples wouldn’t be able to do anything to her, not even slap Long Wucuo.

Regarding the notion of waiting for the Life God Temple to investigate before accepting punishment, anyone who believed that was a fool. Not to mention whether the Life God Temple would assign someone to investigate such a trivial matter, even if they did, it wouldn’t be resolved in a day or two or a month or two. They couldn’t possibly sit in the Life God Temple waiting for results, right? Were they all free with nothing to do?

They understood Han Yan’s boldness, openly avenging herself on Long Wucuo. Just a few days ago, Long Wucuo had been giving her a hard time, and today she slapped him right in front of everyone. It seems Long Wucuo won’t hold his head up high for a long time.

Among the crowd below, a chubby man squinted happily at Han Yan. This priest is quite intriguing; her tactics are akin to playboy heirs who rely on family power for coercion, which, frankly, suits his taste.

"Ladies and gentlemen..." Long Wucuo also figured out that this slap was probably taken in vain and said unwillingly.

"Go down," Long Aoli glared at him, reprimanding.

The slap may have landed on Long Wucuo’s face, but it was almost like it hit Long Aoli’s face too, making him feel quite displeased and a bit impatient with Long Wucuo.

He originally thought this eldest son was shrewd and capable, considering making him the Young Master of the Long Family. But judging by today’s situation, it’s clear he’s still too reckless. He could deal with things privately, but in such a public setting, challenging others openly was foolish. Now someone was using their status as a priest to bully you, leaving you not even able to fight back, let alone argue.

There’s nothing that can be done; these are the temple laws. Personal issues are beyond others’ concern, but public hierarchy cannot be violated, or else the entire temple and the Divine Continent would be in chaos.

Thus, the storm passed. Han Yan cheerfully watched as Long Wucuo gritted his teeth and meekly stepped off the stage without daring to say another word, feeling utterly delighted. Bullying feels really nice.

Seeing the priest’s triumphant look, Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe were speechless. Having endured contempt for so long, being bullied meant only swallowing pride, they never imagined a day like this would come. Truth be told, following the priest to bully others feels quite good, very good.

Long Wudang also quietly watched Han Yan, with some admiration in his eyes. That slap was simply too satisfying; it was something he dreamed of doing. The Young Master suddenly realized, the hardships he faced under Han Yan were nothing compared to the slap Long Wucuo received in front of everyone; he was actually quite lucky.