Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1243: With Him, She Is So Fortunate

The little guy seemed reluctant, clutching at Gong Hongru’s clothes, unwilling to let go, whimpering in its mouth with a sorrowful cry, looking as if it was parting in life and death.

Seeing this, Mu Hanyan felt a pang of melancholy, thinking, hey, I’m your master, alright? She wondered what benefits the master had given it, making it not want to be with its owner anymore.

Paying no heed to its playful antics, Gong Hongru grabbed it by the neck and placed it in Mu Hanyan’s hands.

Only then did Mu Hanyan realize that in such a short time, the little guy had grown chubbier, with its fur looking sleek and shiny. What surprised Mu Hanyan the most was the mysterious qi coursing through the Little Auspicious Beast, indicating that it had grown significantly.

"Master, this is..." Mu Hanyan looked at Gong Hongru in astonishment.

It’s common knowledge that the growth rate of Exotic Beasts is much slower than humans. Although no one knows what kind of Exotic Beast or Divine Beast this Little Auspicious Beast is, it is certainly not simple, and its growth rate is even slower. Even if it consumed Beast Soul Relics, it would only grow quickly the first time and then stagnate again.

Gong Hongru, however, had somehow managed to make it grow a lot more.

"Last time, when I went to Beiyuan Fog Origin, I specially took it along. It consumed a lot of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, coupled with the Heaven and Earth Power, thus growing much faster than usual." Gong Hongru smiled lightly, speaking casually.

Tears welled up in Mu Hanyan’s eyes as she realized that ever since Gong Hongru accepted her as a disciple, he had plans for Beiyuan Fog Origin. The reason he took the Little Auspicious Beast was to enhance its abilities in preparation for today’s trial.

Having such a master, how lucky she was.

"The hour has arrived, you must go now," Nangong Jingyuan urged.

"Remember, once you enter the Secret Realm, no one can assist you. Whether you live or die depends solely on yourself." Gong Hongru reminded her again.

"Yes, Master, I will be careful." Mu Hanyan knelt down, kowtowed to her master, and then walked towards the entrance of the Secret Realm.

"Take care, my lady, we await your return," Huayue and the others called out, waving from behind.

Mu Hanyan waved back, stepping into the gate, her figure quickly disappearing into the ripple-like light, the door vanishing as if it had never existed.

"Let’s go, everyone disperse," Gong Hongru said to Huayue and the others.

"Master, we’ll stay here and wait for Han Yan to come out," Huayue and the group said, shaking their heads in unison.

"Let’s go, she won’t come out from here," Gong Hongru replied.

"Huh?" Huayue and the others stared at Gong Hongru in shock.

"This Secret Realm gate opens only once every 100,000 years. If Han Yan wishes to return the same way, she would have to wait another 100,000 years," Gong Hongru explained.

"So, this means there must be another exit from the Secret Realm?" Zirong speculated.

"I don’t know either," Gong Hongru replied.

"..." Huayue and the others were all taken aback.

"According to the ancestral teachings left by the founding master of Long Yan Academy, once the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate is found, the way to exit the Secret Realm will naturally be revealed," Gong Hongru added. With no outsiders present, the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate wasn’t considered a major secret, so there was no need to conceal it.

Huayue and the group’s hearts sank simultaneously. Gong Hongru hadn’t finished speaking. If Mu Hanyan didn’t find the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate, wouldn’t she be trapped forever, unless she could survive until the next opening? That is evidently impossible.

Despite their usual blind trust in Mu Hanyan, this time, apprehension gripped everyone’s hearts.

Afterward, the group left, for whether Mu Hanyan could find the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate and leave the Secret Realm smoothly was beyond any of their control. As Gong Hongru said, everything relied solely on Mu Hanyan herself.

Nobody noticed the trace of cold and mocking smile in Jiang Yunhe’s eyes: some secrets were known by both Gong Hongru and him, but there were others that only he knew, and neither Gong Hongru nor Nangong Jingyuan had any knowledge of.

...

At this moment, Mu Hanyan’s surroundings had completely changed.

Around her, countless magical lights flitted past, as if crossing through time and space, traversing countless centuries of reincarnation, just like what was seen when casting the Star Divination Technique.

However, when casting the Star Divination Technique, everything appeared only as illusions in the mind, whereas now, Mu Hanyan felt her body racing forward in a corridor of time and space, truly traversing through time and space.

Suddenly, everything beneath her vanished, and the sound of the wind howled past her ears as if she were plummeting from a great height. Looking down, she indeed saw a vast icy plain below, rapidly enlarging in her vision.

Mu Hanyan was shocked; if she fell like this, it would be a miracle if she didn’t die. Could it be that the elite students who entered the Secret Realm for trials in the past all fell to their deaths like this?

No time to worry about how others died, Mu Hanyan first needed to worry about whether she would die.

Activating her cultivation technique, Mu Hanyan employed the Wind Control Technique. Unfortunately, only those who had reached Holy-grade could truly use the Wind Control Technique. Despite Mu Hanyan’s real combat power far exceeding that of the same-tier Sword Master, she could not surpass this barrier.

Even though she was exerting all her strength to gather qi, her body kept plummeting, and the speed was increasing.

At a critical moment, an inspiration struck Mu Hanyan’s mind, and she quickly performed hand formations. Behind her, a burst of five-colored light appeared, like colorful wings spreading in the wind. Her body paused, the falling speed slowed significantly, and then she landed gently on the ground.

Mu Hanyan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and glanced at the golden magic artifact in her hand. This was the Flying Cloud Green Feather, a magic artifact refined by Feng Qingyu during a spat with her a few days ago, allowing temporary wind riding.

For other cultivators, such a tool, which permits only brief wind riding, evidently offered little help in boosting combat power. If used for travel, it couldn’t compare to a good steed. Hence, in workshops, few paid attention, with only one sold, and another left with Mu Hanyan casually, which unexpectedly saved her life at a crucial moment.

If not for that lecherous, obscene fatty, befriending him wouldn’t be so bad. Mu Hanyan thought of the lecherous fatty again, feeling a surge of gratitude.

Putting the magic artifact away, Mu Hanyan began to survey her surroundings. Before her stretched an endless expanse of snow and ice, with no end in sight.

This was the world within the Secret Realm. Could it be another separate space sealed away? Mu Hanyan couldn’t figure it out or find a direction.