Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 990: Unconditional Indulgence

Huayue and Zirong shook their heads simultaneously. The opponent’s sword technique was far too exquisite, not something they could compare to. Han Yan was focused for the moment and could barely cope. If they intervened now, they might distract Han Yan and only cause trouble.Their gazes instinctively turned to Ye Lanfeng, the only one who could actually help.

However, Ye Lanfeng just looked calmly at Han Yan, clearly not intending to make a move.

Family Head Fang wanted to ask for help, but felt awe towards Ye Lanfeng and hesitated, not knowing how to speak.

"Han Yan’s strength has improved rapidly lately, but she’s had few chances to act. Her practical experience has fallen behind her cultivation realm. It doesn’t seem to matter now, but as her cultivation improves and opponents get stronger in the future, a lack of practical experience could lead to big mistakes." Ye Lanfeng saw Family Head Fang’s concerns and explained out of kindness for Han Yan.

It was only then that Family Head Fang and Huayue, among others, understood that Ye Lanfeng had refrained from intervening for the sake of Han Yan.

Thinking it over carefully, they felt their worry was unnecessary. With Ye Lanfeng and Han Yan’s friendship, how could he watch her die without saving her? The reason he hadn’t acted was simply because the time hadn’t come.

This, indeed, is true friendship. Indulgence and pampering only harm in the long run. Han Yan may not be in danger now, but she could be in the future. Only by helping her grow stronger is one truly doing good by her.

Understanding Ye Lanfeng’s deep intentions, Huayue and the others secretly felt grateful that Han Yan had such a friend, but the thought of indulgence made their hearts feel a bit odd.

Alas, it’s a pity... they decided not to daydream anymore, knowing too much thinking only added worries.

The sword of the middle-aged man grew faster and faster, dazzling Huayue and the others, making it difficult to even catch with their eyes. Although they knew Ye Lanfeng wouldn’t ignore a critical moment, their hearts were still in their throats.

"Han Yan, do you really think you can defeat me? I’ll give you one last chance—step aside now, and I’ll spare you," the middle-aged man shouted arrogantly.

Though Han Yan was forced into a difficult position by his exquisite sword technique, she hadn’t given him a chance to escape. As soon as he showed signs of wanting to leave, she launched a counterattack.

So, though he seemed to dominate the battle, he was actually tied up by Han Yan, unable to escape, and extremely annoyed.

Han Yan had no interest in idle chatter. Taking advantage of his speaking, she suddenly lunged forward and thrust out a sword.

Despite the middle-aged man’s swift and agile movement technique, a slight distraction allowed Han Yan’s longsword to slice his thigh, leaving another blood mark.

"I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!" The middle-aged man shouted angrily, abandoning the thought of escape, and attacked Han Yan frantically.

His sword force subtly changed also, becoming even more exquisite and filled with murderous intent.

It seemed he had been cautious with Han Yan before, without murderous intentions—now he was truly going all out.

A streak of green mysterious Sword Light passed by, Han Yan’s movement was slightly slow, and a lock of hair drifted down in the wind under the sword tip. It was only thanks to Han Yan’s strong Six Senses that she slightly lowered her head at the critical time—otherwise, it wouldn’t have been just a strand of hair that was cut.

Huayue and the others turned pale, knowing Ye Lanfeng wouldn’t let Han Yan be harmed, but couldn’t help looking towards him.

Ye Lanfeng’s gaze grew serious, his hand slowly placed on the sword hilt, ready to act at any time.

"Sss," a soft sound echoed as the middle-aged man’s longsword emitted an ear-piercing shriek, suddenly manifesting a cluster of Sword Light.

The surrounding air distorted under that green mysterious Sword Light, rippling like the legendary Netherworld Ghost River, pouring out deathly water towards Han Yan.

The hearts of Huayue and others instantly rose to their throats, while Family Head Fang couldn’t help but exclaim: "Master, beware!"

Ye Lanfeng moved finally, ready to act.

But, just as Ye Lanfeng moved, a sword sound buzzed across the earth, pleasant as divine music, majestic as the Nine Heavens’ phoenix cry.

Everyone looked up to see endless skies, colorful clouds filling the sky—a streak of azure sword shadow pierced through heaven and earth, surrounded by auspicious clouds and steaming with brilliance.

Soon, a shimmering longsword emerged from that sword shadow, flying straight towards Han Yan.

"The Cold Sky Sword, it’s the Cold Sky Sword!"

"It’s finally refined successfully, finally elevated to a Divine Artifact." At this moment, even Huayue and the others were excited with tears in their eyes.

In just an instant, the Cold Sky Sword had flown into Han Yan’s hand, emitting a joyful sword cry.

Han Yan’s Qi poured into the sword like rivers returning to the sea, without the slightest hindrance or pause.

A piece of ice gently drifted down, countless snowflakes fluttering around, as if a layer of frost glazed the sword. Where the Sword Light passed, even the surrounding air seemed to nearly freeze.

With a gentle dance of Sword Light, the green mysterious Sword Light encumbering Han Yan shattered like glass.

Han Yan held the Cold Sky Sword, showing a long-missed, relaxed smile.

This is what she wanted, this is the true Ao Shi Divine Weapon!

With a gentle swing of the sword, her movement felt so casual, her Sword Force seemed so simple. Yet it imparted an inexplicable sense of beauty, as if the sword contained endless mysteries.

This is the true Divine Sword Spirit.

At this moment, Han Yan’s entire mental state had merged with the spirit within the sword. The sword seemed to become a part of her body, moving as she wished, effortless and free—at least, to deal with the opponent before her, no exquisite sword technique was needed.

Seeing Han Yan’s extremely simple and casual return to basics, yet naturally miraculous sword, the middle-aged man’s face suddenly changed color. Although he felt the sword was full of flaws, a sense with Divine Sense revealed every flaw had countless variations and countless killing opportunities.

His wrist trembled, and the originally exquisite sword technique couldn’t be performed at all.

Blood flashed, followed by a pain in his wrist, and the middle-aged man’s sword fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man clutched his injured wrist, the green mysterious energy outside gradually dispersing, his face exhausted, as if drained of spirit.

Just one sword, and he was defeated.

Han Yan, Han Yan...

The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with deep regret, as if the adult was right indeed; if unnecessary, never provoke Han Yan. It was hateful he hadn’t listened to that adult, no—to be precise, he did listen. He ran as soon as he heard Han Yan’s name, but failed to escape!

(Han Yan: My mother fell ill during the day, caught a cold, brain’s fuzzy, can everyone send some monthly tickets for consolation?

Ye Lanfeng: Why do I feel like a stepmother?

Han Yan: Huh?

Ye Lanfeng: Because I feel my love path is long and difficult. Rivals might appear, and probably not few? If not a stepmother, what is it?)