Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 157 Studying under the Sword Saint! Paternity Test [1 Update]

Chapter 157: 157 Studying under the Sword Saint! Paternity Test [1 Update]

"..."

The entire film crew suddenly fell silent, so quiet that the sound of a needle dropping to the ground could be heard.

The director, who was about to instruct Zhou Chengyu and Nie Shuangyi to film the next scene, was caught off guard by Ye Wanlan’s words and froze on the spot.

Cheng Qingli also widened her eyes, "La-, Sister Lan, you, you, you’re not serious?!"

The background of the original novel "Annus Mirabilis" is based on the Ning Dynasty, naturally including some elements from the Ning Dynasty Period, such as the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint’s lineage was passed down to the last generation, totaling exactly nine people.

The historical records state, when the ninth generation Sword Saint, Xie Linyuan, hurried from Jiangnan to Fengyuan, the disciples of the Heavenly Sound Sect had already fallen in battle, and the Imperial Palace was strewn with corpses.

In the end, he stood alone with his sword in defense of Fengyuan, yet until his death, he never saw the dawn arrive.

However, since the Sword Saint and the Master of Highest Heaven Tower were both from the Jianghu, there is far too little recorded about them.

The later generations compiled many fictitious stories trying to depict them but still could not capture even a fraction of their former glory.

Tragic characters often leave an indelible impression in the hearts of later generations, whether it be the King of Yan, He Jia, or the Sword Saint, Xie Linyuan.

"Yes," Ye Wanlan lifted the heavy sword, "I’ve played with this kind of thing before, but it’s been a long time since I’ve touched a sword. I’m just practicing, so please excuse any mistakes."

The historical documents can confirm that the Sword Saint had only one disciple to inherit his mantle.

But that’s not the case.

Because only she knew, the previous Sword Saint Xie Leyou had taken three disciples in total.

The first was his eldest son, Xie Linyuan, who later inherited the title and the secret techniques of the Sword Saint, becoming the new successor.

The second was the elusive Master of Highest Heaven Tower, who used a blade as a sword, forging a new path in martial arts.

It is said that even Xie Leyou himself did not know the child who kneeled before him would become the feared Supreme Martial Arts Master of the entire Martial World.

The third was her, He Jia had chosen to follow the Sword Saint and secretly learned for a time just to accompany her.

Knowing she could not harness inner strength, Xie Leyou wrote a Twin Swords Manual especially for her and gifted her the Dragging Shadow Twin Swords for self-defense.

But in her previous life, she had seen Xie Leyou practicing swordsmanship so often that, although she could not physically practice, she memorized everything with her extraordinary ability and kept it in her mind.

In her current life, her body could now cultivate inner strength, so naturally, she could practice the true Sword Saint’s ultimate technique—the Nine Heavens Swordplay.

The Nine Heavens Swordplay consists of nine moves, each more powerful than the last.

The director finally snapped back to reality, stuttering, "Ye-, Chairman Ye, please, be careful not to hurt yourself, this heavy sword weighs—"

Before he could finish, Ye Wanlan had already started swinging the sword.

The five-kilogram heavy sword seemed incredibly light in her hands.

Her footwork was also very neat, like a butterfly taking flight and then gently settling down.

However, the sword techniques in her hands were swift and decisive, unsurprisingly lethal, as if on the battlefield they would sever the throats of all around her.

With a "plop," the director found himself sitting on the ground, his glasses askew.

Ye Wanlan stopped and turned to ask, "Did you see it clearly?"

Zhou Chengyu responded in a daze, "Kind of... not really clearly."

"I’ll go slower, watch carefully," Ye Wanlan once again demonstrated the swordsmanship.

This time she slowed down, showing clearly how she controlled the heavy sword.

The slashing and retraction... were done fluidly.

Zhou Chengyu had an epiphany, "I see! That’s how it is. Thank you, Miss Ye!"

"Good, let’s proceed like this," Ye Wanlan set down the heavy sword and smiled softly, "You’ve used a lot of strength, drink some energy drink to recharge, then we can continue."

"Definitely," Zhou Chengyu’s spirits were lifted, "I’ll do my best in the filming."

"You have all put in a lot of effort into this TV series, when we wrap up the shoot, I’ll treat you all," Ye Wanlan nodded, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading out first, Qingli."

Cheng Qingli hurried to follow, "Sister Lan, coming."

During the break, the director wrapped himself in his coat, "Tell me, is there anything that Chairman Ye can’t do?"

The producer arrived too late and was a bit confused, "What happened now?"

"She just gave a demonstration with that heavy sword to Teacher Zhou," the director lowered his voice, "The way she handled the sword, she seemed even more skilled than those Wuying Level actors!"

The producer’s jaw dropped, "No, that can’t be, can it?"

Is she even human?

All of a sudden, the director slapped his thigh, annoyed, "Shoot, I was so mesmerized watching that I forgot to film!"

Otherwise, they could have kept it for later enjoyment; it seemed they’d have to wait until Ye Wanlan came by again to demonstrate.

**

The next morning, Ye Wanlan returned to Jiangcheng and went with Lin Huaijin and his family of three to their ancestral home.

"Grandma, I’ve brought you some new medicine; could you try it later?"

"You went on a trip and came back exhausted, yet you still worry about me," Lin Weilan smiled. "How was the archaeological trip? Did you make any discoveries?"

"Yes." Ye Wanlan concealed the dangers she had encountered and focused on the positives, "The professors led me to several cultural relics, all of which have been sent to the Cultural Relics Bureau Archaeology Center. They will be on display at the Yunjing Museum soon."

"That’s wonderful news." Lin Weilan was also very happy. "Ah Lan, have a seat. Dinner will be ready soon."

Ye Wanlan sat down. "How is Auntie feeling?"

"Her leg still needs time to heal, but everything else is fine." Lin Weilan held her hand. "Thank goodness for you."

"How about my cousin?"

"Qinqin went to her tutoring classes today. She’s fallen behind in her studies lately."

Ye Wanlan nodded. "I’ve freed up some time recently and can help my cousin catch up."

"It can’t always be your responsibility; you have your own things to do." Lin Weilan sighed. "I was just thinking about how I can be of help to you."

"Grandma, actually, there is something I could use your help with. I want to enter an international painting competition," Ye Wanlan considered. "Could you help me find a mentor, if possible?"

Lin Weilan was surprised. "Why did you think of that?"

The international painting competition had been held several times, and if one was a newcomer, they would need a mentor’s recommendation to participate, otherwise they would have no right to compete.

"Because the first prize includes an exhibition and auction at the Global Center." Ye Wanlan smiled. "I’d like to try my hand at cloisonné enamel painting."

Cloisonné, a traditional Shenzhou craft, is made by bending soft, flat copper wires into various shapes to create patterns, then soldering them onto a base. Finally, the space between the wires is filled with enamel glaze.

This skill was largely used in the making of vessels, but later evolutions included cloisonné enamel paintings.

In the history of Shenzhou, cloisonné enamel paintings first appeared during the Yong Dynasty, declined during the Xi Dynasty, and then saw a resurgence during the Ning Dynasty.

The largest cloisonné enamel painting in the world is currently preserved in the museum at the Global Center.

"Cloisonné enamel paintings..." Lin Weilan murmured.

This ancient technique is now only known by a very small number of heritage artisans.

And those artisans reside in Fengyuan, the millennium-old capital city, which lies far to the north of Jiangcheng; Ye Wanlan had never been there.

Lin Weilan fell into deep thought.

"Mom, let me handle this," Lin Woyu, having overheard, approached in her wheelchair. "Since Ah Lan wants to participate, I’ll help her find a mentor."

"Then I’ll be troubling Auntie," Ye Wanlan gave thanks.

"It’s no trouble. It’s a good opportunity to call in a favor," Lin Woyu said. "I’ll make contact right away."

"Grandma." After Lin Woyu left, Ye Wanlan suddenly said, "Lin Shiyuan has probably started to keep an eye on me; she’s likely already investigating."

Lin Weilan’s hand trembled slightly, and her eyes sharpened, "What’s going on?"

"When Professor Xue went to deliver cultural relics to their director, Lin Shiyuan just happened to be there," Ye Wanlan said casually. "So she now knows about me and will definitely investigate."

In a contest between experts, often several exchanges are made without either party showing their face.

The real grandmaster strategist is one who plays chess from a thousand li away and can leave the enemy without a single piece of armor.

"Ah Lan, be careful," Lin Weilan’s expression grew solemn. "I left the Lin Family too early, she wasn’t even born yet, but from the information I’ve gathered, her talent is comparable to the last Sect Leader of Heavenly Sound Sect."

"I understand," Ye Wanlan’s hand rested on her shoulder. "I have no intention of making enemies, but I will protect you and the family."

Anyone who targets her family and friends would become her enemy.

**

When lunchtime came, Madam Lin wrapped herself in a coat and scarf and left the Lin Family.

She arrived at a very remote location and couldn’t help saying, "What do you want with me?"

The person in front of her turned around; it was Bai Jingxue.

"You don’t go to see your son in the juvenile detention center, so what made you think to find me?" Madam Lin was on guard. "I’m warning you, don’t think about dragging me down with you."

"Sister-in-law, you speak too harshly. Birds choose a good tree to nest in, and people must make the right choices in life to avoid future regrets," Bai Jingxue said with a slight smile. "Do you think I could have become a son-in-law of the An Family of Harbor City if I hadn’t divorced Woyu?"

Madam Lin’s expression flickered.

It was clear to all that Bai Jingxue was nothing more than a son-in-law living off his wife’s family, yet even as such, his life was far superior to ordinary households. How could she not be tempted?

"Fine," Madam Lin gritted her teeth. "What do you want me to do?"

"Sister-in-law, there’s no need for such a fatalistic attitude. It’s a small matter," Bai Jingxue said calmly. "I just need you to collect a few strands of that Miss Ye’s hair, but to be safe, I would prefer to get her blood."

Madam Lin frowned. "Who are you planning to match her DNA with?"

"I can’t jump to conclusions before we get the results," Bai Jingxue pushed an envelope forward. "This is your down payment, and once it’s done, Miss An and I will make sure to reward you properly."

Madam Lin held the envelope, her heart still filled with hesitation.

Ye Wanlan was not someone to be trifled with.

"This is a sleeping pill. Sister-in-law, you only need to lift a finger," Bai Jingxue took out a bottle of pills.

If Ye Wanlan really has ties with the Matriarch of Kang Family of Harbor City, Zhu Qingxian...