Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 341 Rescue, Rebirth of the Supreme Martial Arts Master! [1 more update]

Chapter 341: 341 Rescue, Rebirth of the Supreme Martial Arts Master! [1 more update]

They, the cultivators, naturally let nature take its course.

If they couldn’t defeat their opponents, calling for reinforcements was not a matter to be ashamed of.

He usually scolded Xing Yue, but when outsiders bullied his disciple and his future son-in-law, if he didn’t get rid of these people today, his Taoist heart would be destroyed!

"Elder?!" Xing Yue was startled and suddenly looked up, "When did you arrive? Isn’t Mount Penglai thousands of kilometers from here?"

"I, of course, walked here," the old man’s voice hummed slightly, "I just arrived in South City and was about to find a local snack bar to have a good meal when suddenly some blind fools started making trouble over the Nanling Sea."

The northern part of the Nanling Sea belongs to Shenzhou, the southern part to the Global Center, and a small central area is no man’s land.

With a swoosh, a figure landed on the sea surface.

The Master of Penglai Observatory did not look like a Taoist as one might imagine; his hair was messy, he wore beggar’s clothes, with a gourd hanging at his waist and a fan in his hand, resembling a friendly old scamp.

Yet the aura he emitted was tremendously oppressive.

Seeing the old man, the two men in black were both startled.

They had planned today’s hunt for a long time, but due to the natural shielding effect of the sea, neither Penglai Observatory nor Rong Family could know about it immediately.

How could the Master of Penglai Observatory, so far away at Mount Penglai, suddenly appear here?!

They had set up the formation beforehand, pooling the strength of a hundred men just to trap Xing Yue and Rong Qi here.

Now with the addition of the Master of Penglai Observatory...

Ordinary tourists visiting the Penglai Observatory usually seek divination sticks, and followers of Taoist Arts might choose to practice boxing with the Taoists inside.

But only they knew that the Master of Penglai Observatory was truly capable of moving heaven and earth.

The faces of the men in black went pale as they involuntarily stepped back.

The Master of Penglai Observatory stepped forward, reached out his hand, and directly broke through the formation, pulling Xing Yue and Rong Qi behind him.

The grand formation they had painstakingly set up was thus destroyed.

The pupils of the men in black kept contracting, leaving only fear and palpitations in their hearts.

The heritage of Shenzhou, nearly lost through generations, still possessed such formidable power.

It was unimaginable how magnificent the Martial World and Jianghu were three hundred years ago.

"Scram!" The Master of Penglai Observatory withdrew his smile and said coldly, "If you dare come one step further into the Shenzhou Domain, I’ll flay you alive!"

However, despite his words, he gave the two men in black no chance to escape.

They let out a scream of agony and heavily smashed into the sea, causing huge waves, after which they sank forever into the depths.

"The way they fell into the water looked quite ugly." The Master of Penglai Observatory shook his head repeatedly, "Which team had the lowest score in the diving event at the last sports meeting? These splashes are even uglier."

Xing Yue, supported by Rong Qi, yelled, "Elder, stop talking nonsense, hurry back and save people!"

"Oh, oh." The Master of Penglai Observatory was reminded and also remembered the crucial matter.

With a wave of his fan, he returned to the core area of the ship’s collapse within seconds.

With the power of Penglai Magic, the Master of Penglai Observatory controlled the water columns and chaotic currents at sea.

Once the rescue team realized this, they didn’t stop to think, immediately starting the rescue operation.

"Stop! Hurry up and save them!"

"Over there! There’s still an old man and a middle-aged man on a fishing boat in the east."

"Received, received."

Although the sea returned to calm on the surface, there were still chaotic currents underneath, occasionally overturning a vessel.

The affected fishing boats were numerous, making the rescue effort even more urgent.

Although the production crew was in the core disaster zone, due to Ye Wanlan’s quickest response, the injuries and losses were minimal.

Aside from a few staff who were knocked unconscious by the waves, the others were merely drained, beginning to regain their strength with the help of the rescuers dispatched by Bureau 723.

"Where is Miss Ye?" the director yelled hoarsely, "Has anyone seen Miss Ye? Anyone?!"

However, no one could answer this question.

After a long time, a fisherman shakily raised his hand: "Are you talking about that very young girl? After she saved me, she jumped back into the sea, and when I looked back, she was gone."

At this statement, everyone involuntarily gasped.

In such a perilous moment, when everyone was barely able to flee for their lives, Ye Wanlan had, after saving others, turned back to continue the rescue?

She was not a professional rescuer!

Even though the director knew that Ye Wanlan had some supernatural abilities beyond his understanding of the world, humanity is still minuscule in the face of the ocean.

The director slapped his own face, "Taoist Xing Yue, is there a way—"

"That’s exactly what I was about to talk about," Xing Yue gasped, "Outsiders think that since Penglai and Beiming factions lack corresponding family traditions, the traditions must be broken; but actually, there are still traditions left. The Taoist Arts my master and I practice actually belong to the Penglai lineage."

"The most important thing," Rong Qi frowned, "you haven’t said yet."

"The most important is that most of the Penglai Art and Method has been lost, especially the secrets related to the sea." Xing Yue spoke slowly, "Let alone me, even my master cannot simply rely on Art and Method to dive too deep underwater."

If Art and Method didn’t work, Inner Strength was even less likely.

"Bureau 723 has already urgently called for a deep-sea submarine, but time is limited." Rong Qi pressed his brow, "We absolutely cannot sit and wait."

But Xing Yue was right—without sufficient protective measures, diving into the sea was futile.

"There must be other ’creatures’ down in the sea," the usually silent Master of Penglai Observatory suddenly spoke, "but I don’t know what. In any case, it’s very dangerous, young Rong, your grandfather must have told you that he cannot see what might happen below the Nanling Sea."

Rong Qi silently nodded.

The Nanling Sea was too vast, and even Old Master Rong couldn’t confirm where Ye Wanlan had been swept to by the waters.

"Where is Tingfeng?" Suddenly, Rong Yu called out, "Has anyone seen him? Why has he disappeared too?"

**

Deep in the ocean, the blue had darkened to almost black.

The deep sea remains a place not fully explored nor excavated by humanity, and no one knows what terrifying things are hidden in its depths.

Even the Global Center, which boasts the most advanced global technology today, has been actively developing new submarines to ensure humans can reach deeper places to explore the mysteries of the ocean.

What else is there in the deep sea, among the multitude of fish, coral reefs, plants...?

No one can say for sure.

Ye Wanlan did not know either.

After she used her Inner Strength to lift the last person on the fishing boat, all her strength finally drained at that moment, and she sank toward the seabed.

This familiar scene reminded her of a long-gone past.

Afraid of dying?

If one could live, no one would wish to die.

But this is not called fearing death; this is merely clinging to life.

As long as she preserved her life, she could do many things.

But now, it seemed she could not complete them.

Yet at least, her death was meaningful.

Ye Wanlan slowly closed her eyes, letting the seawater envelop her.

She whispered, "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori."

The Latin proverb, "It is sweet and glorious to die for one’s country."

These were the words spoken by the Empress of the Northern Lands three hundred years ago, still vivid in her memory.

She realized that she regretted dying too young in her past life, not because of an "untimely death," but because she hadn’t died on the battlefield, dying a worthy death.

She resented not having a healthy body, not because she had endured many years of pain that deeply penetrated her bones, but because her frail body couldn’t do more for Shenzhou.

But at this moment, her heart was fulfilled.

Everything was over...

Someone in the chaotic undercurrents of the stormy sea grabbed her arm, held her tightly, and shielded her from the immense surrounding forces.

The man, always appearing frail, with a pale complexion and striking brows that occasionally revealed a fierce air, making his facial features seem sharper.

But now, his silver-white long hair floated in the ocean, his arms strong and firm as he protected her in his embrace, his body like the sturdiest barrier in the world.

No one could breach his defense, no one could harm the person he protected.

Yan Tingfeng lowered his head, reached out his hand, and slowly wiped the fresh blood from her cheeks, responding to her with another Latin proverb: "Dum spiro, spero."

While there’s life, there’s hope.