CHAPTER 876: CHAPTER 876: HAN YAN CRIES POVERTY

Mu Chengyang’s heart skipped a beat, almost giving himself a slap in the face.

At this moment, how could it be his turn to speak? But that token was stolen by him with his own hands, and he saw Mu Zhong hide it in Han Yan’s room. The timing was perfect, leaving Han Yan no chance to react. How could it not be found? Confused, he subconsciously exclaimed.

Now seeing everyone looking at him with different expressions, even the Third Elder was no exception, Mu Chengyang felt guilty like a thief.

"I mean, the Supreme Elder used the Blood Oath Soul Sacrifice, and he must be confident. How could it not be found? Something must have been overlooked." Mu Chengyang broke out in cold sweat as he explained.

"We haven’t accused you of anything, why are you explaining? Could it be a guilty conscience?" Han Yan said with a cold smile.

She had long suspected Mu Chengyang had done something wrong, and seeing his reaction now made her even more certain.

Han Yan was not wrong, Mu Chengyang indeed felt guilty. Hearing Han Yan’s words made his heart race even more, causing him to lose his composure.

Looking at Mu Chengyang’s sweaty face, everyone seemed thoughtful, even the Third Elder frowned slightly.

"Third Elder, should we continue searching? How about being more thorough?" Han Yan said mockingly, looking at the Third Elder whose face was growing black.

"Search!" The Third Elder, trapped in a difficult position, said through gritted teeth.

"No need." The Supreme Elder waved his hand. After searching for several hours without success, what was the point of continuing?

"Supreme Elder..." The Third Elder looked at the Supreme Elder pitifully. At this moment, he didn’t care about dealing with Han Yan. He was only worried about how to explain to the Zong Family if the token couldn’t be found.

"Let me handle it." The Supreme Elder couldn’t believe that the Blood Oath Soul Sacrifice, which cost him years of his lifespan, could go wrong. But given the outcome, he couldn’t find any reason. The only option was to try again.

"Supreme Elder, are you really going to perform the Blood Oath Soul Sacrifice again? I think it’s better not to. It will really shorten your life." Han Yan, seeing the Supreme Elder forming hand seals, guessed what he intended to do and kindly advised against it.

The Supreme Elder, barely forming a hand seal, felt a fit of rage with a sudden urge to vomit blood.

Shorten life, shorten life. Could you say it in a nicer way?

"Supreme Elder, I can assure you, even if you perform the Blood Oath Soul Sacrifice a hundred or a thousand times, you won’t find the token. So, don’t exhaust your lifespan further." Han Yan, no longer mocking, said with a serious expression.

Although she had no fondness for the old man, his identity and power were crucial to the Mu Family, so she didn’t wish him to have a short life.

Furthermore, she still felt some familial affection for her family, as long as they didn’t go too far.

"How do you know?" The Supreme Elder’s curiosity was piqued, and he asked.

"No one told you, Supreme Elder, that I learned the Star Divination Technique? While I don’t claim to see all heaven and earth, life and death, and yin and yang, minor matters are well within my abilities. If I say you can’t find it, you definitely won’t find it." Han Yan pretended to be mysterious but spoke with confidence.

The Great Elder and the Third Elder both felt a sinking feeling, recalling how, from the moment they entered the courtyard, Han Yan had been toying with them, evidently confident and treating them like a joke.

Even if he didn’t actually steal the token, he shouldn’t be so calm. Isn’t he afraid of being framed?

Why was he not nervous, anxious, or worried at all? The most likely reason was that the token was indeed in his possession, but he was confident no one could find it, hence his calm demeanor.

The Zong Family’s Disciples generally weren’t dull. Seeing Han Yan’s certainty and recalling his previous behaviors, they were also thoughtful.

As for Han Yan’s mention of the Star Divination Skill, they didn’t pay it much attention. It was just a façade.

"Oh, I forgot Han Yan has an extraordinary talent for the Star Divination Skill. I heard that even the famous Master Ji in the Capital couldn’t rival you. If you perform the Star Divination Skill, can you find the whereabouts of the Supreme Elder Token?" asked the Third Elder, his mind racing, trying to gauge Han Yan.

"As long as you trust me, Third Elder, I can definitely find the Supreme Elder Token." Han Yan said confidently.

Being a Zong Family’s Disciple, he naturally knew a bit about Star Divination Masters. While not all frauds, it’s one-third calculation, one-third guessing, and four-tenths luck. Han Yan spoke so firmly, it couldn’t simply be Star Divination Skill.

They were almost certain that Han Yan had hidden the Supreme Elder Token in an extremely secretive place, beyond the reach of even the Supreme Elder’s Blood Oath Soul Sacrifice Technique.

However, how did the Supreme Elder Token end up in Han Yan’s hands? While Mu Chengyang might seem composed, making it hard to judge, Mu Zhong beside him, pale and trembling, seemed to give the answer.

But seeing that Han Yan seemed uninterested in pursuing them, others didn’t bother to meddle either.

"Then let’s get started." The Third Elder said eagerly.

"Don’t be hasty, Third Elder. The Supreme Elder Token is of great importance. I need to bathe, change clothes, burn incense, fast, and prepare. Besides, the Star Divination Technique greatly damages the body and divine sense. I need some spirit pills and miracle medicines first." Han Yan said with a troubled expression.

Bathed, dressed, incense, fasted? Everyone looked at Han Yan with sparkling eyes. Those are clearly the antics of a god-man. Real Star Divination Masters don’t have such pomp.

Han Yan’s words clearly indicated reluctance to return the token so soon. Considering his mention of miracle medicines, everyone seemed to see a high pole he was raising.

"What elixirs do you need?" The Third Elder, of course, saw through it and dismissed the bathing and incense nonsense, focusing directly on the core issue.

"There are too many and too varied elixirs needed. I can’t list them all at once. The key point is, I don’t have money now. Buying these elixirs would cost at least fifty to sixty million. Let me think... yes, sixty million. Third Elder, let me collect my allowance, save enough silver taels to buy the elixirs, and then I will take action." Han Yan said with difficulty.

The Third Elder almost spat blood. No money? You dare say you have no money? Someone whose smallest silver note is an astronomical sum to ordinary people saying they’re broke?!!

In recent days, the fame of Big Playboy Mu had already spread throughout the Capital. Who didn’t know this guy always carried a ton of silver notes everywhere he went? If he’s broke, wouldn’t everyone else be dead broke?