Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 300: Master of Highest Heaven Tower is still alive after 300 years? The culture of heritage [2 more updates]

Chapter 300: Master of Highest Heaven Tower is still alive after 300 years? The culture of heritage [2 more updates]

This saber—

Xie Linyuan’s pupils narrowed slightly as he took a few steps closer, wanting to take a closer look.

Just then, Yan Tingfeng swiftly retracted the saber.

"Stop," he said coldly. "Though I cannot see you, it doesn’t mean I’m unaware of your presence."

Xie Linyuan’s eyes narrowed even more, and he stood still, indeed not moving any closer.

This man was indeed no ordinary individual.

The saber in Yan Tingfeng’s hand reminded him of someone from the past—

The Master of Highest Heaven Tower.

It was said in Jianghu that the Master of Highest Heaven Tower was proficient in the martial arts of all sects, which secured his position as the Supreme Martial Arts Master—the undisputed number one in Jianghu.

However, the Master of Highest Heaven Tower’s weapon was a saber.

His saber techniques were unparalleled in the world.

Xie Linyuan had crossed blades with the Master of Highest Heaven Tower and knew just how formidable and unpredictable his saber techniques were.

The moment Yan Tingfeng had been cleaning the blade, it had inexplicably reminded him of the Master of Highest Heaven Tower.

But the Master of Highest Heaven Tower was definitely not as frail.

After all, as the Supreme Martial Arts Master, he had to be physically strong.

After a long silence, Yan Tingfeng suddenly spoke again, "But if you have no malicious intent towards her, then I won’t make a move."

As long as someone was good to Ye Wanlan, he could be infinitely tolerant.

Xie Linyuan raised an eyebrow.

This kid really did care a lot about Little Junior Sister.

But he still had to observe a bit longer.

Xie Linyuan returned to Ye Wanlan’s room, where he leaned against the window in silence, not speaking a word.

"Senior Brother has been very quiet since he came back from his trip," Ye Wanlan said as she finished organizing the documents, "What troublesome matter are you thinking about?"

"I am thinking about the Master of Highest Heaven Tower," Xie Linyuan replied inadvertently, "His saber techniques are indeed extraordinary. Had he not had urgent matters to attend to within the tower, hastening his departure, I might very well not have been his match if we had continued to fight."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow: "You’ve actually crossed blades with him. Didn’t you find out anything about the style of his saber techniques?"

This question made Xie Linyuan pause, then three seconds later, he said with slight disbelief, "Tianxing Nine Swords?!"

"Mhm," Ye Wanlan responded lazily, "He is Master’s second disciple. After all is said and done, he is our fellow sect member. I should address him as ’Second Senior Brother,’ whereas you should call him ’Junior Brother.’"

"Now I remember..." Xie Linyuan fell silent for a moment, "The old man did seem to want to tell me about this, but I didn’t listen to him."

Xie Leyou’s dedication to the path of the sword had earned him many enemies in Jianghu, which indirectly led to the death of his mother.

Throughout his life, he had never forgiven Xie Leyou.

That was also why he only dared to watch Lin Fanyin from a distance, never daring to get close.

He was always afraid he might follow in his father’s footsteps.

It was only many years after Xie Leyou’s death that he began to let go.

"Yes, it is Tianxing Nine Swords, but he modified it into a saber technique," Ye Wanlan nodded slightly, "He truly is a martial arts genius, and Prince Brother admits this too."

"I see," Xie Linyuan mused, "He is also proficient in Tianxing Nine Swords, and his modified saber technique can even break through the weaknesses of Tianxing Nine Swords. No wonder I always felt like I was fighting another version of myself when I crossed blades with him."

Ye Wanlan then asked, "What made you suddenly think of the Master of Highest Heaven Tower?"

"I was wondering if, with his strength, he might not have died in that great battle," Xie Linyuan said slowly, "His martial arts are unfathomable, and the old man once said he was the most likely person to break through the limits."

Ye Wanlan’s gaze shifted subtly, "It’s not impossible."

But even if the Master of Highest Heaven Tower wasn’t dead, he most likely had paid a tremendous price.

"Little Junior Sister, perhaps others can’t find their traces, but you are different," Xie Linyuan said, looking into her eyes, "You can resonate with those antiques and thus see the historical images of the past. If we can find more antiquities, then we can uncover the entire truth from three hundred years ago."

"I know," Ye Wanlan said softly, "I will."

But what could be the antiques related to the Master of Highest Heaven Tower?

After pondering for a moment, Ye Wanlan said, "Tomorrow’s shooting is still in Fengyuan, and the theme is still the Xiang Imperial Family. I’ll have to trouble you to help look for antiquities again, Senior Brother."

"It’s a trivial matter," Xie Linyuan said with a casual smile, "I think my current state is quite good. Only you can see me, which makes my actions a lot more convenient."

As he spoke, he jumped onto the window frame again: "It’s getting late, I’ll go out for a walk. Little Junior Sister, once you finish your work, get some rest early."

**

At nine o’clock in the evening, Harbor City, at the Kang Family’s residence.

"Old Master, Madam," the young man said, dusty from travel, bowing to the elegantly and luxuriously dressed elderly couple on the sofa.

"You’re back?" Old Master Kang put down the newspaper, glanced behind him, and frowned, "Did you come back alone?"

"Sorry." The young man was quite embarrassed, "I went to Fengyuan, presented the paternity test, and laid out all the terms, but she didn’t agree."

"She didn’t agree?" Old Madam Kang set her teacup down on the table with a heavy thud, "What, does she think it’s not enough? Does she want more?"

The young man hesitated before whispering, "She said she wouldn’t change her surname but suggested that the Kang Family could change their surname to Ye instead."

"Crack!"

The teacup suddenly split apart, Old Madam Kang could not contain her anger, "Preposterous!"

How could the Kang Family’s century-old legacy change its surname because of a junior?

True to Zhu Qingxian’s daughter, none of them are any good!

"The girl has big ambitions, but I don’t know if she has the strength to back them up," Old Master Kang shook his head, "She wants to negotiate more terms with us."

Just as the young man was about to speak, the front door opened at that moment.

Steward Kang led a man inside.

The man appeared to be just over thirty years old. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, exuding maturity and solidity.

The man was none other than the head successor of the Kang Family, Kang Mufeng, Zhu Qingxian’s husband.

"Dad, Mom." He glanced around the living room, "What are you discussing? What girl?"

"It’s nothing," Old Madam Kang smiled, "A junior from a side clan made a mistake and came to us for help. Your father and I were discussing how to solve it."

After hearing this, Kang Mufeng did not ask further, simply nodded, and then went upstairs.

The young man paused and asked softly, "Old Master, Madam, aren’t we going to tell Master about this?"

"Why tell him?" Old Madam Kang shook her head, "He’s aligned with Zhu Qingxian, what if he interferes with our actions? More importantly, we have not brought the person back yet."

"We must certainly bring her back," Old Master Kang spoke indifferently, "Shengyang said that professors from Shenzhou University are inviting her; she can be very useful to the Kang Family."

The young man sighed, "This Ye Wanlan is very stubborn and tough to persuade."

"If she’s tough, we break her," Old Master Kang said with a detached expression, "She’s not coming back because the conditions are not good enough. First, lure her to Harbor City with better terms, and once she’s in the Kang Family, is she still in charge?"

A young girl, how hard can it be to deal with her?

The young man bowed respectfully again, "I understand your meaning."

"Good, go now," Old Master Kang waved him off, "After she returns, it’s not too late to inform Mufeng."

**

The next day, at noon.

Producer Liu wasn’t following a film set; instead, he was receiving a visitor.

"Mr. Sai Ke, I’m unsure how the previous matter was handled on your side?" Producer Liu asked, "For next year’s show at Global Center, do we have a slot for our program?"

"Old buddy, I truly want to help you, but as you know the status of Shenzhou Film and Television," Sai Ke sighed, "All I said was, if the producers and performers of this show are from the Starman Federal Empire, then the approval from Global Center will come through very quickly."

Producer Liu’s expression subtly changed.

He didn’t agree with this statement, yet he had to acknowledge that it was indeed the case.

The culture of Shenzhou is a world-class treasure, coveted by many.

However, due to civilization nearly losing continuity, the rise of the culture has been slow.

In many international film awards over the years, Shenzhou hasn’t even received a nomination.

Of course, it’s not entirely due to being less capable; there have been instances of exclusion as well.

"Old buddy, I’m going to give you a clear path," Sai Ke lowered his voice, "If you really want global broadcasting rights, and to have ’Treasures of The Divine Land’ premiere at Global Center, then you should hand over the full management rights of the program to Spencer Film Company of Global Center. They will surely clear the broadcasting channels for you."

"Impossible!" Producer Liu didn’t need to think before refusing, his face turning red with anger, "This is Shenzhou’s program, promoting Shenzhou’s history and culture, you want me to hand over the management rights, isn’t that equivalent to giving away our history and culture?"

"Ah, but don’t you want more people to see your production?" Sai Ke shook his head, "It doesn’t matter who holds the production and management rights. Are you saying if you give away the management rights, your history and culture are going to be stolen? That won’t happen, trust me."

Producer Liu fell silent.

"I’ve already spoken to Spencer Film Company about this, they are happy to see it happen," Sai Ke continued, "I’ve also brought the documents, just sign here, and they will definitely schedule the slot for you."

He passed the pen over to Producer Liu.

Producer Liu’s hand trembled but he eventually lifted it up.

Just then, a hand stopped his arm.

Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "We don’t need it."