Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 328 Face-slapping scene! Penglai and Beiming factions [2 more updates]

Chapter 328: 328 Face-slapping scene! Penglai and Beiming factions [2 more updates]

Netizens originally tuned in for the new guest, but upon seeing Xing Yue wearing sunglasses and with two little pigtails on her head, they were somewhat dumbfounded.

[Who’s this kid that popped out of nowhere? Is she even five feet tall?]

[Looking at her clothes and style... did the production team snatch up some Taoist priest’s apprentice from a temple or what?]

[So she claims she can invoke rain? I’d like to see how she’s going to pull that off.]

The director and Producer Liu, watching the live comments backstage, couldn’t help but wipe their sweat, nervously looking towards the unperturbed Xing Yue.

Xing Yue calmly took out a small stool, placed it on the ground, then sat down and began to silently meditate.

"Miss Ye, Miss Ye, looking at the weather today..." The director glanced at the cloudless sky, "Can Miss Xing Yue really call forth rain?"

Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "If you want her to summon a hailstorm, that’s possible too."

For the Young Master of Penglai Observatory, invoking rain was but a minor task.

[South City has entered a drought, not even artificial rainmaking could be this quick.]

[Don’t you need to perform a sacrificial offering to the heavens first when invoking rain? Why isn’t she moving at all?]

Xing Yue was very relaxed, even yawning at one point.

The director was getting restless, just about to signal the host to step in to ease the atmosphere, when suddenly, a loud boom sounded overhead.

"Boom!"

"Whoosh—"

The clouds at that moment converged, and before the crowd could react, a downpour descended from the sky.

In an instant, the director and his crew were drenched like drowned rats.

Xing Yue, well-prepared, pulled out an umbrella from her bag, leisurely held it over her head, packed up her small stool, and then calmly walked off the stage.

"..."

A deathly silence filled the live broadcast room.

After a full thirty seconds of quiet, a few exclamatory and question marks trickled past.

[???]

[This can’t be staged! The rest of the production team was not prepared at all!]

[How did she do it? Urgent!]

At this very moment, at Penglai Observatory.

Visitors were flocking outside, some burning incense, others praying to deities.

"Master... Master!" A Taoist Boy ran into the inner hall in a panicked state, "Big Sister has gone on TV!"

"What’s with the panic, what sort of image are you presenting?" The Penglai Observatory Master was still engrossed in a drama series on his phone, not even lifting his head, "How many times have I said, in our line of work, you must be mature, you must be steady."

The Taoist Boy stopped in his tracks and was at a loss for words, "But Master, just the other day you taught us that if we Taoists don’t agree with something, we should just deal with it head-on."

The Penglai Observatory Master glared, "Shut up, get lost, go far away!"

Taoist Boy:"..."

He should have known, their Big Sister’s fiery temper was learned from someone.

With such a Master, it was hard not to be hot-headed.

He should have known better, he should have chosen Buddhism instead of Taoism.

"Master, look." The Taoist Boy handed over the mobile phone, "Big Sister made a move and almost flooded South City. Won’t this lead the common folk to misconceive us as immortals?"

The Penglai Observatory Master stroked his beard, "Exactly, we are all good citizens who strictly adhere to materialism. Once I’m done with this series, I’ll give your sister a proper teaching. You may leave now."

Taoist Boy:"..."

**

In South City, the heavy rain lasted a full fifteen minutes.

Now in dry clothes, the director faced Xing Yue with much more respect, "As expected of Taoist Xing Yue, with the ability to control the weather. I wonder if you could enlighten me?"

Xing Yue said seriously, "Believe in science, believe in materialism."

Director: "????"

A person who just invoked a torrential downpour is telling him to believe in science and materialism?

Producer Liu pushed aside the director, humbly inquiring, "Taoist Xing Yue, next month I plan to visit the Taoist temple, any points of attention?"

"Oh, there’s something to pay attention to," said Xing Yue. "When burning incense, be careful not to drop the ash on trees. If it causes a fire, I’d still have to make a call for the firefighters to help."

This had happened several times at Penglai Observatory, and she was already quite familiar with the local firefighters.

"And, as for praying to the deities in the temple - what’s so great about them?" Xing Yue shrugged, "When there’s trouble, don’t you have to deal with it yourself? If they were of any help, wouldn’t they have intervened three hundred years ago? Don’t bother, it’s a waste of money."

Producer Liu: "????"

Why are these Taoist people so different from what he had imagined?

"We start the official recording tomorrow, right?" Xing Yue pondered, touching her chin, "Xiao Rong, you handle the tasks. I’m in charge of eating, drinking, and entertaining."

Rong Qi looked at her expressionlessly.

"Haven’t you heard a saying?" Xing Yue said slowly, "It’s ’Better you die than I.’ If you’re dead, and I’m alive, if you don’t go to hell, who will?"

Director: "..."

He always felt there was something off about that statement.

Rong Qi: "..."

He really had nothing to say to these cultivators.

"Big brother, when did you meet Miss Xing Yue?" Rong Yu lowered his voice, "You say you have social anxiety, meeting her, a social terrorist like that, didn’t it scare you to death?"

Rong Qi gave Rong Yu a cold look, but eventually spoke, "The Supreme Elder sent me to the Penglai Observatory to visit the Temple Master. At that time, early in the morning, she was teaching the tourists staying at the observatory martial arts."

Since ancient times, the Great Purity Sect had a closer association with Penglai and Beiming.

Although the Penglai Observatory wasn’t the orthodox lineage of Penglai, they also practiced the Taoist Arts, worshiping the gods of Taoism, and the Taoists living there did possess some genuine skills.

Rong Yu, brimming with excitement: "Then what? Then what?"

"While she was telling the tourists to believe in science, she jumped down from a cliff ten zhang high."

"..."

**

At night, in the hotel.

Ye Wanlan was handling affairs for Pulling the Sky Company.

In these two months, both the jewelry and the ready-to-wear lines had been advancing steadily, generating a very considerable profit.

"Sister Lan, all post-production of ’Annus Mirabilis’ has been completed, and major TV stations are vying for it," Fang Qingli reported, "In the end, the rights were sold to Yunjing Television Station, to be aired during the New Year season."

"Good," Ye Wanlan said, "Once I’m done with the final month, we can have a good new year."

After the call ended, Ye Wanlan began flipping through the books Xing Yue had brought her.

It was a record of the lives of the Taoists from the Penglai Observatory over the past hundred years.

[In the year 1789 of the Shenzhou Calendar, Shenzhou was still in turmoil. Taoist Ronghui resolutely descended the mountain to fight the invading enemy, ultimately saving the lives of seven hundred and eighty-four people, and in the end, he made a heroic sacrifice.]

[In the year 1821 of the Shenzhou Calendar, Taoist Wenquan was brutally killed after hiding thirty-six of his persecuted compatriots in an underground refuge at the observatory. His remains were never found.]

[In the year 1895 of the Shenzhou Calendar, Taoist Pusheng protected over a thousand artifacts from damage. Betrayed and exposed, he endured brutal torture but never yielded and bravely embraced martyrdom.]

...

These flat and straightforward records were, behind each word, a tale of blood and gore.

The Penglai Observatory had a history of over two hundred years, still following the ancestral instruction of "descending the mountain to fight chaos in troubled times, and cultivating in seclusion within the observatory in times of peace."

Ye Wanlan closed the book and asked Xing Yue, "How is the old Temple Master’s health recently?"

"Oh, the old guy’s doing well," Xing Yue replied as she took a big bite of chicken, belching contentedly, "A few days ago he was asking about you, when you would visit the Penglai Observatory, so he could cook for you himself."

Ye Wanlan’s eyebrows rose in question, "Since when can he cook?"

"Hey, you know him. He likes watching dramas, and there’s been this popular show about food recently," Xing Yue wiped her mouth, "He whimsically decided to try it himself and, after blowing up the kitchen four times, he finally managed to make a home-cooked dish."

Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, speaking softly, "I will visit, because I don’t believe that Penglai and Beiming have really disappeared."

"Deep in Mount Penglai..." Xing Yue sat up straight, her expression turning solemn, "My master and I haven’t been able to penetrate deep inside, only able to feel the strong presence of the Art and Method. The ancient ancestors Yue Zheng and Xing Yun were indeed powerful; the Formation they left behind can’t be broken even to this day."

Ye Wanlan slowly closed her eyes, "Yue Zheng, Xing Yun..."

A long, long time ago, Penglai and Beiming were originally one sect, but due to internal disagreements, they split into two.

Yue Zheng and Xing Yun were once apprentice siblings but later inherited the titles of Penglai Saintess and Beiming Sect Master respectively.

The Penglai Saintess, her words followed by magic.

The Beiming Sect Master, with the power to overturn the stars themselves.

"However, my master said that you could very likely be the critical piece," Xing Yue patted her round belly, "Whenever you decide to go, just let me know."

She could see the imminent crisis facing Shenzhou.

Therefore, they must gather more strength.

**

Elsewhere, in Jiangcheng, Qin Corporation.

Qin Yu clasped his hands together, looking at the uninvited Sheng Yunyi, "You came to me just to talk about this?"

"Of course," Sheng Yunyi smiled slightly, "Ah Yu, you said a while ago you were interested in Ye Wanlan. Now, as Yan Tingyue’s apprentice, her status is no longer what it used to be."

If Ye Wanlan were merely the daughter of Jiangcheng Lin Family, she would not face any danger.

But the status of Yan Tingyue’s apprentice far exceeded that of any heiress from the Jiangcheng elite.

Qin Yu’s hands were stained with many lives, and the Qin Family was originally a band of outlaws.

This time, Ye Wanlan would find no escape.

She would watch as Ye Wanlan was tortured to death by Qin Yu.