Chapter 72 who says the fools have more money?

Those who once troubled Han Yan were now feeling more terrified and uneasy. A Sixth-tier Swordsman, a height many among them would never achieve in their lifetime, was regarded as a genius that any family would actively nurture. If Han Yan decided to let bygones be bygones, that would be fine, but if she bore a grudge, even if she killed them, no one would stand up for them.

"Utterly weak." Han Yan didn’t even glance at Mu Feng again; she turned and walked towards the exit of the training grounds.

Watching Han Yan’s departing figure, everyone was so shocked that they were lost for words.

The Great Elder was both surprised and angry, his body trembling like a sieve. He had planned to use this opportunity to weaken Mu Rui’an and naturally obtain the Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill, but he hadn’t expected such an outcome.

"Han Yan, stop right there!" Seeing Mu Feng injured and falling to the ground, he was even more distressed, and couldn’t help but shout angrily.

"Oh? Great Elder, do you intend to take matters into your own hands?" Han Yan turned her head and asked indifferently.

"You... you, as fellow Mu Family’s Disciples, how could you strike such a heavy blow on your fellow sect member..." The Great Elder bellowed in frustrated anger.

But he was interrupted by Han Yan before he could finish.

"Great Elder, weapons do not have eyes. If someone gets hurt, it’s nobody’s fault. If someone gets injured during a match, should that also be blamed on me?" Han Yan retorted sarcastically. These were the very words that the Great Elder and others had said earlier; she was merely returning them.

The Great Elder was left speechless, and the other two elders’ faces turned red. If they had not spoken those words earlier, they might have used harming a fellow clansman as an excuse to trouble Han Yan. But those were their own words, and to contradict themselves would be utterly shameless.

After saying that, Han Yan no longer bothered with them and turned away.

Everyone remained silent, watching her leave.

Among the crowd, there was another person trembling like the Great Elder, namely Mu Nan, who still clutched the silver note of one hundred taels in his hands.

Disaster struck; he was utterly doomed, as the bet was at one hundred to one, amounting to ten thousand taels. Even selling his meat wouldn’t cover this amount. Who would say that others were foolishly rich? Others had their confidence. Oh God, why did I even get involved in this, who is the fool, if not me? Holding that silver note, hot as a hot potato, Mu Nan really wanted to slap himself hard.

"Um, it seems like she forgot about this, better if she forgot completely." Watching Han Yan walk farther away, Mu Nan prayed silently.

"Right, Mu Nan, don’t forget that you owe me ten thousand taels of silver." Just as Mu Nan hoped, as she moved away, Han Yan suddenly turned around and said.

Thud! Mu Nan’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

As Han Yan walked away step by step, her figure became clearly etched in everyone’s eyes and hearts!

At that moment, Yue Fanling couldn’t control her tears any longer; they fell silently. Mu Rui’an had a complex look in his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the fleeting surprise and relief that passed through them. He stood up, and he and Yue Fanling left.

Mu Hanfeng stood still, watching Han Yan walking away. A curve formed at the corner of his mouth, gradually widening. He looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath, filled with surprise, joy, and relief, a myriad of emotions flooding his heart.

Mu Hanfeng turned and left the City Lord’s Mansion. He went directly to the Jade Building, for Han Yan had won so magnificently today that he couldn’t help secretly celebrating it himself!

Meanwhile, Mu Feng was carried back to the Great Elder Mansion, limp as a dead dog.