Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 133 High Energy ahead! [1 update]

Chapter 133: 133 High Energy ahead! [1 update]

The dagger was only palm-sized, extremely compact, yet its blade was extraordinarily sharp, without a hint of rust—nothing like an antique at all.

However, the young man leading the group stared at this dagger for three seconds before suddenly bursting into ecstatic joy.

He couldn’t wait to phone the middle-aged man in charge, "Boss, it’s really the King of Yan’s relic, and it’s definitely handcrafted by the King of Yan himself!"

He was absolutely certain; the pattern on the dagger ultimately formed the character for "Yan"!

Dealing in antiques was one of their businesses, so naturally, they understood the value of these items.

A relic of the King of Yan was one thing, but "handcrafted by the King of Yan" could increase the historical and collectible value of the dagger several times over!

They struck gold!

"Witness for yourself," Ye Wanlan said as she toyed with the dagger, smiling faintly. "This is not only handcrafted by the King of Yan but also a self-defense item he gifted to Princess Yongning. The princess always wore it and never parted with it."

Upon hearing this, the breathing of the several youths became heavy: "Huff, puff..."

Their eyes turned red too, as if they saw a treasure that would make them rich!

If this dagger was a weapon Princess Yongning never left her side, then it proved they could trace the vine to get to the melon and find her tomb!

How valuable must the items in Princess Yongning’s tomb be?

She was the most beloved child of Ning Zhaozong and also the King of Yan’s younger sister!

Scholars and generals were her tutors, and heroes of the Jianghu admired her.

When she passed away, the whole world mourned.

The youth couldn’t wait any longer. He stretched out both hands, one reaching for Ye Wanlan’s neck, and the other for the dagger.

"Swish!"

But at that moment, the dagger flew out like a hidden weapon, cutting through the air!

The youth quickly turned back, only to see the dagger spinning twice in the air before hurtling straight toward his abdomen.

"Rip—"

The sound of flesh tearing was especially clear on the silent wasteland.

The leading youth couldn’t react in time, his eyes widened as he fell straight down.

A deep wound appeared on his abdomen, from which blood gushed out.

The remaining youths looked on as if they had seen a ghost, incredulous.

What was that tactic just now?

The legendary arts of Mount Penglai, or the swordsmanship of the Sword Saint?

But those were clearly things that existed only in martial arts novels!

"Clap!"

The dagger returned to Ye Wanlan’s hand, not a single drop of blood on the blade.

The King of Yan indeed put a lot of effort into making this dagger. To ensure that it could exert maximum force with the smallest size, he gathered numerous ores and spent half a year to craft it.

A minute later, the youths who tried to snatch the dagger were all lying on the ground, black and blue, without the strength to even get up.

Even now, they couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.

How could a young girl, who hadn’t even attended college yet, turn into a killing god?

"You people take pleasure in grave robbing and maliciously destroying cultural artifacts. Be thankful you didn’t meet me three hundred years ago," Ye Wanlan said, stepping on the hand of the lead youth, her tone cold. "I promised the professor to be a good citizen."

Pain spread from the root of the fingers, engulfing his entire body, almost causing the youth to faint.

He struggled to understand Ye Wanlan’s words because his brain was overwhelmed by pain.

Ye Wanlan dialed a number Professor Xue gave her the previous day.

It was the helpline of Bureau 723’s Northwest Division.

"Hello, I’d like to report a crime. A group of people attempted to rob me but accidentally fell into a hunter’s trap in the wilderness," Ye Wanlan said, looking down, giving the immobilized youths a kick. Her voice was indifferent, "They seem to be connected to a case of artifact theft, and I hope they can be apprehended soon."

Upon hearing this, the operator at Bureau 723’s Northwest Division turned serious, "All right, miss, could you please provide us with your coordinates?"

Ye Wanlan reported the degrees of longitude and latitude.

The operator said urgently, "Please wait a moment, we’ll send someone right away."

The sky was still bright as Ye Wanlan raised her foot and heavily stomped on the youth’s back.

"Puh—"

The youth spat out another mouthful of blood, his eyes darkening as he completely fainted.

Ye Wanlan’s expression remained indifferent as she kicked all the youths into the nearest trap and then took out a tissue to wipe the dust from her hands.

"Brother Prince, let’s drink," Ye Wanlan said, sitting cross-legged by the river, "I couldn’t find your favorite Clear Sauce Liquor, so I’ll have to substitute it with this."

She lifted the bottle, pouring the remaining half into the ground, and smiled lightly.

"You definitely don’t know how Shenzhou looks now," she said.

No one knew that the flourishing Ning dynasty of three hundred years ago would crumble overnight.

And today, three hundred years later, no one was aware that the People of Shenzhou could rebuild their homeland from the ruins of destruction and join the ranks of the world’s nations.

"It’s modern society now, with many high-tech innovations, even I am amazed," she said, her crescent-shaped eyes curving into a smile. "But the traditions of our time are still alive, albeit small, but I promise, they will gradually recover."

After a long silence, Ye Wanlan whispered, "But Brother Prince, I miss you so much."

Among all her relatives, her relationship with He Jia was the closest.

Before her death, the last person she saw was also He Jia.

After reincarnating into the modern world, Ye Wanlan thought she might read about the King of Yan’s conquest of the Northern Lands in history books, or simply retire peacefully and live out her days.

But she never imagined that six years after her passing, her brother too would die at a very young age—

At 28.

The history books recorded that in 1723, an unidentified force invaded, and the King of Yan fought valiantly to the death and was buried in Yan Mountain.

From then on, the mountain was his bones, the river his blood.

Sunlight fell on the long river, stirring ripples of light.

Ye Wanlan sat quietly by the river, petals blown from the trees by the wind landed on her shoulder, joining her as she watched clouds roll and unroll beyond the Great Wall.

**

Meanwhile, in the Inner City.

An hour and a half had passed, the tea had been refilled several times, but Ye Wanlan had yet to return to the team.

Professor Xue was restless: "What’s going on? She’s been out for so long and hasn’t returned yet? Could something have happened?"

Yan Tingfeng didn’t speak.

His eyelashes lowered, he looked at the message on his phone, before finally saying, "Bing He."

Bing He silently appeared: "Sir, the 723 Agency received a distress call. It seems a group of grave robbers’ minions fell into a trap, and personnel are being sent there now, it should be Miss Ye..."

"The 723 Agency?!" Professor Xue turned pale and sprang to his feet, "I just gave her their contact yesterday, and she’s already in touch with them today. This is bad, something big must have happened."

Before Bing He could say anything, he saw Professor Xue dash out of the restaurant with a speed that could rival the world’s 100-meter sprint champions.

"..."

Actually, these old professors are sturdier than anyone!

Professor Xue ran all the way to the Outer City, only to find, as expected, an area cordoned off with police tape.

A team from the 723 Agency was lifting people from the bottom of the trap.

Professor Xue saw Ye Wanlan standing serenely by the river, being questioned and comforted by two female 723 Agency investigators, and he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"What happened?" Professor Xue strode forward, "Did you encounter any danger just now? Are you hurt? Has your hair been touched?"

"No," Ye Wanlan was calm, "Professor, they all fell into the trap, they couldn’t hurt me."

It was only then that Professor Xue turned to look at those youths, seeing them all knocked out, yet he was still furious: "Serves them right! I said these people would be punished by divine retribution. They deserve falling into a trap because they weren’t watching their step."

The team captain looked at Professor Xue with an indescribable expression: "..."

Was this a case of falling into a trap and getting hurt?

This was clearly a beating!

A blatant lie if there ever was one.

But this area was desolate to begin with, with no surveillance equipment, and no one knew what exactly had happened here.

And they had compared these few youths with the wanted images, confirming them to be a group that frequented Yan City, with blood on their hands and a trail of ruthless deeds.

The captain’s gaze towards Ye Wanlan shifted, and with a sigh, he spoke politely: "Miss Ye, we would like to ask you to come to the agency—"

"Ask what!" Professor Xue grew angrier, "The child is shaken up and needs to rest. If there’s anything, talk to me."

Captain: "..."

Meeting Ye Wanlan’s gentle gaze, he conceded: "Fine."

"Let’s go, let’s go," urged Professor Xue, pulling Ye Wanlan along, "We’re going back, you should rest well today."

**

Having unexpectedly gotten an afternoon off, Ye Wanlan was quite at ease.

Today was Saturday, and the promotional event for "Annus Mirabilis" was officially broadcast online—she opened the video app.

"I heard the promotion was successful," Yan Tingfeng said as he placed a cup of clear tea beside her, "just that I was busy that day and couldn’t be there to hear it in person, which is a bit disappointing."

Having said that, his gaze also moved to the screen.

The netizens were also very enthusiastic, the barrage was filling up the entire screen.

[Ever since "Annus Mirabilis" was reorganized, they have been very earnest. The promotion of intangible cultural heritage is indeed a necessity now!]

[This "Desert’s Lone Smoke" is really good to listen to; the pipa player must be very professional, I suspect they brought in a master-level musician!]

[Did the pipa player show their face? This is very important to me.]

As the piece ended, there was a brief moment of silence in the background music.

The netizens were regretting the end of the pipa music so soon, having not had their fill of the performance.

[Is it already over? No, I am going to rewind and listen to it again.]

Yan Tingfeng laughed: "It’s very nice, even better than the bit you played earlier."

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow: "Thanks for the praise."

Just as many of the netizens were preparing to rewind and listen to "Desert’s Lone Smoke" again, a giant barrage took over the entire screen.

[Ahhh, high-energy warning ahead!!!]