Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 180 It’s like Princess Yongning! Skills [2 more updates]

Chapter 180: 180 It’s like Princess Yongning! Skills [2 more updates]

The Supreme Elder of the Rong Family looked at the handsome young man before him and couldn’t help but sigh at the bottom of his heart.

In the final years of the Ning Dynasty, the downfall was recorded in such detail that even the smallest sects in the Jianghu were mentioned at least once. However, there was a complete blank regarding Highest Heaven Tower.

Even historians of later generations couldn’t find a trace of Highest Heaven Tower’s involvement in that battle of countless armies.

Highest Heaven Tower was not one of the Six Great Sects, but its strength was certainly not inferior to any of them.

Some speculated that the Master of Highest Heaven Tower fled the battlefield at the critical moment; others guessed he died in the war.

But now, only the successive Supreme Elders of the Rong Family knew—

After Mount Penglai and Beiming Sect were exhausted to death, the Master of Highest Heaven Tower used all his life force to combine the arts and methods of both sects, creating a barrier.

It was this that pushed back the obscure enemy forces and preserved the remaining bloodline of Shenzhou.

Of course, such a thing was never recorded in the annals of history.

The common people did not know that the Master of Highest Heaven Tower had sacrificed himself for the cause and slept for three hundred years; his black hair turned white. When he woke up, his vitality was nearly gone.

But after waking up and learning that the feudal ancient era had ended and modern high-tech society had taken its place, he did not stop to rest. Instead, he established Division 723 with a lightning-fast approach to continue safeguarding Shenzhou.

Even the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family dared not fully guarantee that the enemies who invaded Shenzhou in the past would not reappear.

Late at night, I lay listening to the wind drive the rain, and dream of iron horses and frozen rivers.

I only wish for a great unity under heaven, for clear rivers and peaceful seas.

This was the origin of the name of the Master of Highest Heaven Tower, three hundred years later.

"I have come to inquire about some matters that puzzle me," Yan Tingfeng looked towards the fish basket with a slight smile, "It seems that today’s catch is not very good."

"Fishing here for a century, the fish have grown increasingly cunning," the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family sat on the ground, "Master, just speak your mind."

"The Rong Family has said that Jiangcheng will see a major upheaval that hasn’t occurred for a thousand years, with numerous new stars rising, and a generation of heroic talents emerging," Yan Tingfeng said slowly, "And the one who can cause such an upheaval, I have already met."

"Oh?" the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family laughed, "Are you so certain, Master?"

"Yes, it can only be her," Yan Tingfeng muttered, "She knows a lot, too. It’s been a long time since I met someone like her."

Understanding dawned upon the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family: "No wonder you have been staying by Miss Ye’s side all this time."

"She’s very powerful and very mysterious," Yan Tingfeng said with a warm smile, "I wanted to ask if she could be the one to break the deadlock and lead to the complete revival of Shenzhou."

The Supreme Elder of the Rong Family shook his head slightly: "In this world, some people’s destinies are unfathomable, such as yourself, Master, and Miss Ye. People like you are not shackled by the chains of fate."

"Not shackled by fate?" Yan Tingfeng replied with a cold laugh, "In this world, who isn’t struggling in the torrents of fate?"

If he truly was not bound by fate, capable of defying the heavens to change destiny, why hadn’t he been able to save Shenzhou three hundred years ago?

"But you, Master, do not believe in fate, nor do you accept it, and Miss Ye is the same," the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family said, "I do not know if she will be the one to break the deadlock, but she will certainly bring about great change to Shenzhou, just like Princess Yongning."

Yan Tingfeng’s eyes shifted subtly as he repeated, "Just like Princess Yongning..."

"However, Master, it is fortunate you came today. There is something very important I wanted to discuss with you," the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family’s expression became solemn, "A few days ago, when I was observing the stars, I noticed that several Life Stars belonging to Shenzhou showed signs of activity."

Yan Tingfeng’s eyes narrowed sharply: "Whose Life Stars?"

"King of Yan He Jia, Sect Leader Lin Fanyin of Heavenly Sound Sect," the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family enunciated slowly, "This should be impossible, yet it has happened."

Life Stars represent a person’s life and death; when a person dies, their Life Star falls with them.

And someone as remarkable as the King of Yan, whose Life Star is intimately connected with that of Shenzhou, has already integrated into the entire starry orbit of Shenzhou.

Yan Tingfeng’s gaze changed in an instant: "Are you suggesting that King of Yan and Sect Leader Lin might come back to life?"

"That’s what I cannot understand," the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family sighed, "But my observations are absolutely accurate. People cannot come back to life, so even if it’s not them who are reviving, something big is definitely about to happen."

"Understood," Yan Tingfeng closed his eyes briefly, "Don’t tell a second person about this."

The Supreme Elder of the Rong Family said respectfully, "Understood."

**

In the morning, Ye Wanlan once again visited Yunjing Museum to explore the remaining exhibition areas.

"Miss Ye," Curator Xiang said with a beaming smile, "If you see any good auction items, tell me, and I’ll see if I can reserve them for you in advance."

Ye Wanlan shook her head slightly, "I’m afraid you won’t be able to reserve it, I’ve only taken a fancy to the Withered Wood Dragon Chant Zither."

"What?!" Curator Xiang thought he had misheard, "The Withered Wood Dragon Chant Zither?"

That was a treasure of the Heavenly Sound Sect, it was said that among the three ancient zithers, the Withered Wood Dragon Chant Zither held the greatest power.

As descendants of the Heavenly Sound Sect, the Yunjing Lin Family was determined to possess this zither, just as the Xiang Family would never willingly give up something belonging to the Xiang Imperial Family.

"Yes, the Withered Wood Dragon Chant Zither," Ye Wanlan’s smile was faint, "So there’s no need to trouble you, Curator."

"Miss Ye, you need to think this through. If you truly want the Withered Wood Dragon Chant Zither, you’ll be making an enemy of the Lin Family," Curator Xiang became anxious, "Even if you really do manage to obtain the Withered Wood Dragon Chant Zither, leaving Yunjing safely is still an uncertainty."

"Everything you’ve mentioned, I’m already aware of," Ye Wanlan nodded, "I’ve also made preparations. The Withered Wood Dragon Chant Zither is very important to me, I cannot let it go."

"Sigh, you..." Curator Xiang choked, "Alright, alright, since you’ve decided, I can’t persuade you otherwise, but I’ll help you to the best of my ability."

"Thank you, Curator Xiang."

At this moment, Bing He’s excited voice rang out: "Sir, you guessed right, Miss Ye is indeed here."

Ye Wanlan and Curator Xiang turned their heads together.

"Miss Ye," Yan Tingfeng nodded and smiled at her, "Professor Xue has woken up. We’ll go to the Xiang Family together in a little while to demand compensation."

"Good," Ye Wanlan nodded, "I was just thinking the same thing."

Curator Xiang looked blankly at their departing backs, muttering to himself: "Is that even a thing?"

But the burglary and loss of the dagger had nothing to do with him, and recently, what worried him the most was that the museum’s big orange cat had been fed too much by the visitors!

**

After leaving the museum, Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng went to the Central Hospital.

Just as expected, Professor Xue had already woken up, his head wrapped in bandages, and his expression was still a bit blank.

Near the hospital bed, fruit baskets were piled high, and Professor Foo picked the reddest apple and crunched into it with several bites.

Professor Xue glared: "Why are you eating my stuff?"

"You can’t eat it right now anyway. It would go bad if I didn’t help you eat it," Professor Foo argued unabashedly, "You should be thanking me."

Professor Xue: "..."

He felt he might die of anger.

"Professor." Ye Wanlan spoke up at the right moment, "How do you feel?"

Professor Xue grimaced, muttering: "The pain is real, oh how I worry that I might have damaged my brain. What would I do if I couldn’t write papers anymore?"

Professor Foo: "...You’re still thinking about writing papers?!"

He truly marveled at his friend’s train of thought; it seemed that this accident had indeed knocked some sense out of him!

"Of course." Professor Xue snorted coldly, "I won’t let you enjoy our archaeological achievements all by yourself."

"That’s good to hear you’re not seriously hurt." Ye Wanlan assessed Professor Xue’s condition before feeling relieved, "I’ll be going to the Xiang Family shortly and will demand your compensation as well."

"What about the dagger?" Professor Xue asked urgently, "It hasn’t been lost for good, has it? Ah, it’s all my fault!"

"Please rest assured, it has been retrieved," Ye Wanlan soothed, "The compensation will be separate."

"That’s a relief," Professor Xue reassured, "I don’t need any compensation as long as you’ve got the dagger back."

Ye Wanlan tucked in his blanket: "You should rest for now, and I’ll come to see you again this evening."

Professor Xue was very compliant towards Ye Wanlan: "I’ll definitely recover quickly. I’m still waiting for us to go on our next archaeological trip together."

**

At this very moment, at the Xiang Family.

Xiang Shaoyu returned a few days earlier than scheduled, which was a surprise to Steward Xiang.

When Steward Xiang found out that Xiang Shaoyu had ordered the Fourth Elder to hand over the dagger, he was displeased.

Why was he siding with outsiders?

The Fourth Elder’s face was ashen: "I’ve told you, the dagger is no longer with the Xiang Family. You’re asking for something I simply can’t produce."

"Fourth Elder, you really did wrong in this matter," Xiang Shaoyu spoke calmly, "That Xiang Yanzi—"

Xiang Yuefeng reminded him, "Brother Shaoyu, it’s Xiang Yannan."

"It’s all the same," Xiang Shaoyu waved it off, focusing only on the Fourth Elder, continuing, "He forcibly took the dagger in front of the Cultural Relics Bureau and brought it to the Xiang Family, and you just accepted it? Without asking about its origin or what he did?"

While Xiang Shaoyu was designated as the next family head with an exceptionally high status, the Fourth Elder couldn’t bear being lectured by a junior.

He swallowed his anger, suppressing the rage to say, "Shaoyu, let me say it one more time, the dagger truly isn’t with the Xiang Family right now!"

"Yes, Young Master Shaoyu," Steward Xiang added, "Someone broke into the Qianyuan Treasury yesterday and stole the dagger. We’re still tracing the thief."

Xiang Shaoyu frowned.

"Brother Shaoyu," Xiang Yuefeng lowered his voice, "Tingfeng says you should replace the Fourth Elder. Otherwise, if he is dissatisfied with how things are handled, he’ll take action."

Though the volume of his voice was extremely low, with the Fourth Elder’s sharp hearing, how could he not listen in?

"Ridiculous!" The Fourth Elder laughed in furious mockery, "Yan Tingfeng, a man of a different surname, what right does he have to meddle in the affairs of the Xiang Family? I’ve been in the Elders Council for a long time, over forty years, which is older than he is!"

The idea of that yellow-haired kid strutting around in front of him was utterly ridiculous!

Let Yan Tingfeng try to replace him if he dares!