Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return
Chapter 184 tears turn into a river of sorrow

Chapter 184: 184 tears turn into a river of sorrow

"Is that the legendary Wind Control Skill?" said Mu Nan enviously at Nanmu Auction, watching the departing figures of Wenren Qingqiu’s disciples. "They are only a few years older than us, yet they have already learned such a strange technique!"

"Cut the crap, do you think Longyan Academy’s top reputation in Anyun is all hot air? Without real strength, how could they be so famous?" Qu Shanling, regretting not having improved his own stature by mingling with Wenren Qingqiu, responded irritably to Mu Nan’s remark.

"In fact, you’re overestimating them," Mu Hanyan interjected. "Only Senior Wenren uses the Wind Control Skill. The rest aren’t; a few were lifted into mid-air with Senior Wenren’s help, and I suspect that for several others, it’s more about relying on some Alchemy Artifact, since their own strength isn’t sufficient."

Mu Hanyan had some understanding of the Wind Control Skill. Normally, one could begin cultivating it upon reaching the Sword Master Realm, but depending on the level of strength, the effectiveness of its use would vary.

Lower-order Sword Masters could only leap into the air and glide along the ground, while high-order ones could barely hover for a while. If they had advanced Alchemy Artifacts, they could maintain it for longer.

In her past life, she had also cultivated the Sky Control Technique, but without high-order Alchemy Artifacts to help, its practical effect had been very limited. She had the potential to practice it well at the Holy-grade level, but sadly... she passed away soon after her promotion, without refining it.

The only ones she had ever seen genuinely using the Wind Control Skill to float in the air were two individuals: Wenren Qingqiu and Ye Lanfeng.

There was no need to mention Wenren Qingqiu, the Holy Dragon Master of Longyan Academy; his strength was not surprising. But what about Ye Lanfeng? Who was he, and why did someone so young possess such formidable strength?

Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan’s vision once again conjured up that stunningly beautiful and mysterious face. Upon reflection, she felt a fleeting sense of deja vu. No, it was impossible; she was certain she had never met Ye Lanfeng. Yet she couldn’t understand the subtle sense of familiarity that was stirring in her heart.

"How do you know all this, Brother Han Yan?" Mu Nan’s question pulled Mu Hanyan out of her reverie, bringing her back to the stark reality from her surreal misperception.

"Go back to the library and read more books, then you’ll understand," Mu Hanyan said, giving him a sidelong glance.

"Oh," Mu Nan replied, not taking it too seriously. To be honest, his question had been casual, free of deeper curiosity. With all the enigmatic aura surrounding Brother Han Yan, could he really get to the bottom of it all?

"Right, hurry up and spread the word about the contract with Longyan Academy. Nanmu Auction will soon be famous throughout Anyun Country, and with this protective talisman, I bet few would dare do us any harm," continued Mu Hanyan.

"Okay, okay," Mu Nan nodded repeatedly, his face beaming with joy, "They say you must look at the master before striking the dog. With the prestigious name of Longyan Academy behind us, let’s see who dares to mess with us."

"That metaphor doesn’t quite fit," Mu Hanyan chuckled. Mu Nan was so elated that he forgot himself. Did he really have to describe themselves like that?

"Ah, you’re right, it doesn’t fit. It should be more like cloaking oneself in false prestige," Mu Nan laughed foolishly.

"Well, actually, I think ’look at the master before striking the dog’ is pretty easy to understand," Mu Hanyan conceded. This Mu Nan, why couldn’t he think of anything better to say?

"Hehe," Mu Nan scratched the back of his head, laughing awkwardly.

"By the way, make sure to also publicize the matter about Senior Qu," added Mu Hanyan.

"What’s that?" Mu Nan asked, puzzled.

"How dense can you be? It’s about Senior Qu joining Nanmu Auction and offering ten years of free service," Mu Hanyan explained.

"Ah..." Qu the Godman, already feeling dejected and privately nursing a sore heart, was a bit slow to respond, staring blankly ahead.

Then it hit him—the desire to cry but unable to shed a tear, his sadness overflowing like a river.

It’s all over!

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