Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return
Chapter 24: Is the playboy a master after all?

Chapter 24: Is the playboy a master after all?

"Almost there!" The guard’s gaze grew serious. He remembered the first time he practiced these two Cultivation Techniques; it was during the initial steps like now that, less than seven and a half minutes into the practice, something went wrong. Once it felt as if he was being burned by fierce flames, another time his Mental State was greatly disturbed. If his cultivation hadn’t already been substantial at the time, and he hadn’t noticed the danger and stopped immediately, he probably would’ve been crippled long ago.

Huayue and Zirong’s strength wasn’t even on par with his own at that time; they were likely on the verge of losing control and becoming Demonized.

The Guard Leader was fully prepared, waiting, ready to rescue them at a moment’s notice.

However, as he waited, and waited, after a full hour, no abnormalities appeared.

Not a hint of pain could be seen on Huayue’s face, and the somewhat vacant look in Zirong’s eyes had become clearer and clearer. The Guard Leader could even feel the substantial increase in their strength. These two sets of cultivation methods were indeed full of dangers, but their speed of cultivation was also far beyond other Cultivation Techniques—like a thought of Hell followed instantly by a thought of Heaven.

How could this be possible? These two were only Swordsmen First Rank, so how could they practice these two Cultivation Techniques?

Even after the two cycled their respective Cultivation Techniques through three small cycles and stood up with relaxed and content expressions, he was still in a daze.

Could it be that their playboy Young Master Mu Han had really become enlightened and gained such discerning eyes? He had thought she was just a blind cat that accidentally found a dead mouse and stumbled upon a treasure when she was selecting guards. How could it be that even the choice of Cultivation Technique today was so appropriate?

For a moment, Mu Hanyan became almost mysteriously admirable in the Guard Leader’s eyes, sparkling with stars and a bit of yearning and admiration.

"Alright, it seems these Cultivation Techniques really are suitable for you to practice. Let’s stop here for today; you can continue to practice slowly in the future." Seeing the results of their practice even better than she imagined—she had expected some small hiccups, but it turned out to be smooth sailing—Mu Hanyan was very pleased and left with the two.

What does it mean by these Cultivation Techniques really being suitable for them to practice? Behind her, the Guard Leader completely misunderstood the implicit meaning in Mu Hanyan’s words. He slapped his forehead as the little stars in his eyes burst like soap bubbles and vanished.

Bullshit enlightenment. It turned out the playboy Young Master was just being recklessly lucky. Just knowing that these two Cultivation Techniques were powerful, he gambled with his subordinates’ lives, a move only a wastrel like him could make—utterly disregarding human lives.

However, it had to be said, his luck was indeed very good; he had bet correctly. What kind of freaks were these two? Swordsmen First Rank and yet able to practice such mysterious and dangerous Cultivation Techniques. Amid his astonishment, the Guard Leader became envious.

Mu Hanyan led the two out as the sky had already darkened somewhat.

Mu Hanyan touched her stomach, feeling hungry. It seemed like she had only had one meal in the morning, and then they had spent so much time unnoticed in cultivating.

At this time, Huayue and Zirong were each lost in thought, watching Mu Hanyan’s back. Huayue was a straightforward person. In his view, Mu Hanyan had placed complete trust in him from the start, rewarded him with Ice Heart Grass, and selected suitable Cultivation Techniques, making his cultivation path so smooth. He imagined his strength would increase very quickly. For these reasons, besides being grateful, he was now truly devoted. No matter what others said about how the Young Master was a wastrel and useless, he only recognized what he saw and felt.