Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 363 Prince of Chu’s Treasure [1 more]

Chapter 363: 363 Prince of Chu’s Treasure [1 more]

Not only did it split in the middle, but after splitting, it instantly turned into powder, leaving no possibility of piecing it back together.

Ye Wanlan’s expression changed instantly.

To date, the antiques she had encountered that allowed her to see back in time were one, like the Qingyun Pendant and Jade Luan Pin, which could communicate with her.

Second was the Imperial Jade Seal, which, although it did not communicate with her, transformed into a force that entered her body.

This gold-inlaid iron hook was indeed an antique capable of retracing history, and was constantly carried by Prince Xiang Qingtian of Chu from childhood to adulthood, how could it suddenly become like this?

Ye Wanlan stared blankly at the powder in her palm, as if she had a premonition, her heart felt as though something had gouged out a piece of it, and the cold wind came in, chilling to the bone.

Could this mean... that Prince Xiang Qingtian has completely disappeared from the Shenzhou Land Continent and can no longer exist in a strange state like Xie Linyuan?

Ye Wanlan closed her eyes and recalled her conversation with Grand Ancestor Ning.

That night, on top of the Phoenix Origin Pagoda, she asked Grand Ancestor Ning—why are there antiques in this world that can retrace history and communicate with her?

Grand Ancestor Ning seemed surprised but pondered only for a moment before answering, "The world is vast and full of wonders, but such things have transcended natural laws and may not last long."

"Since only you, Little Yongning, can hear their voices and see their historical retracing, it must be that someone wants you to know these things. The more you know, the greater your chances of success in the future."

Even though Grand Ancestor Ning had passed away six hundred years ago, he could foresee that the enemies from three hundred years ago, not succeeding once, would surely make a comeback.

Ye Wanlan’s eyes gradually deepened.

But who was it that showed her everything from three hundred years ago?

Great Purity Sect? Mount Penglai? Or Beiming Sect?

Only these three factions had the power to trigger such supernatural events.

But how could this person be so sure that she would reopen her eyes three hundred years later?

So it seems, the gold-inlaid iron hook was merely meant to let her see that part of history, and once its mission was completed, it "died."

As soon as Xie Linyuan entered, he saw Ye Wanlan staring at the powder in her hand, and he frowned, "Little Junior Sister, this..."

"It’s Uncle Wang’s relic," Ye Wanlan said in a low voice. "But it’s broken, shattered like this, beyond repair."

"Prince of Chu?" Xie Linyuan was startled, "How did this happen?"

Ye Wanlan slightly shook her head, "Maybe during these three hundred years, the spirit of the gold-inlaid iron hook had been exhausted, holding on just long enough for me to finish seeing the retraced history, or perhaps it couldn’t hold on anymore, or maybe..."

Her Uncle Wang, Prince Xiang Qingtian of Chu, one of the Four Directions Nobility, might truly never return.

Death cannot return to life.

It was just that Xie Linyuan’s appearance had given her some hope.

Xie Linyuan also fell silent, and after a while, he bent slightly and said softly, "Little Junior Sister, you don’t need to feel burdened, I don’t know what the Prince of Chu thought, but at least when I died, I was happy."

He had regrets, but he never regretted them.

His regret was that he ultimately couldn’t stop those who trampled the Shenzhou Land Continent underfoot, but he had no regrets dying for Shenzhou.

This was, after all, a matter of pride.

A true hero, if there ever was one.

"Uncle Wang fought all his life, dying on the battlefield was his wish, his greatest honor," Ye Wanlan silently smiled, "He has felt this way for a very long time."

"That’s enough," Xie Linyuan also smiled, "Grand Ancestor said you carry too much pressure, you take all the responsibilities on yourself, how could it not be heavy?"

Ye Wanlan was silent for a moment, then put the powder into a box and sealed it.

Even though the gold-inlaid iron hook had turned into this state, devoid of any historical value, it was still a relic of her kin, which she would treasure carefully.

"Elder Martial Brother, I need some solitude," Ye Wanlan sighed softly, "Go out for a walk."

Xie Linyuan knew she had just finished reviewing the history and was feeling very low, "Alright, rest, and call me if you need anything, I’ll be nearby."

The room was left with Ye Wanlan alone, she lay down on the bed fully clothed.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, she saw the blood-covered Prince of Chu.

Flourishing Divine Land.

At this moment, she finally understood why Prince Xiang Qingtian, after knowing of her graduation, had told her to specifically write those four characters.

Prince of Chu was a hero, but even more so, a Guardian of Shenzhou.

In a blur, she seemed to see again the Prince of Chu rebuking Emperor Zhaozong at the Imperial Court and her uncle who liked to draw cat whiskers on her face while she slept.

Dreams descended, and Ye Wanlan fell deeply asleep.

**

Next day, morning.

"Miss Ye hasn’t woken up yet?" the director was a bit worried, "She has been asleep for a full day and night, is her body really alright?"

Yan Tingfeng shook his head slightly, "Perhaps it’s because Xiao Wan has been tense all this time, dealing with events intensively, just too tired, you may talk to me if you have any issues."

"Mr. Yan, frankly speaking," the director sighed, "I originally thought the filming of ’Treasures of The Divine Land’ would go smoothly, just aiming to capture some history, but after so long in contact with Miss Ye and several professors, I’ve realized history is not as simple as I imagined."

History is weighty, not something that can be summarized in a few words in a history book.

Yan Tingfeng listened with a smile, not responding.

"The history of the destruction of the Ning Dynasty is still a blank," the director said, "Although many dramas have been made about it, they are all purely fabricated, we cannot do that, we must respect history."

Up to now, the crew had confirmed that Master of Heavenly Sound Sect Lin Fanyin and Sword Saint Xie Linyuan were childhood sweethearts with deep feelings.

"Hmm," Yan Tingfeng said blandly, "It’s right for it to be blank, those who truly experienced that great battle cannot possibly still be alive."

Except for him.

But even he was just lingering on.

Just then, the wooden door was pushed open with a "creak", and Ye Wanlan walked out.

"Xiao Wan?" Yan Tingfeng turned around, smiling, "How did you rest? A day and night have passed, why don’t you eat something first to replenish your energy."

Ye Wanlan nodded and sat down at the table.

Seeing her looking normal, the director was relieved.

"Yesterday, the gold-inlaid iron hook you bought, I hadn’t even had the chance to take a careful look at it before it turned into dust," Ye Wanlan said after a silent moment, "It turns out you’ve had to spend a lot."

Yan Tingfeng seemed unconcerned, "What you desire, and the amount of money, what does it matter."

"What?" the director was furious, "That street vendor was indeed a swindler, even daring to ask for two hundred thousand."

"He is a swindler, but he truly knows nothing," Ye Wanlan said calmly, "A gold-inlaid iron hook from the period of the Ning Dynasty, not something those without royal or noble status could own, at an auction, it would start at seven figures at least."

Not to mention, as a relic of Prince of Chu, the price would be ten times higher.

"Miss Ye, we have already shot quite a bit of footage yesterday," the director smiled, "Guess what, very coincidentally, the village we are staying in was once the residence of Prince of Chu."

Prince of Chu’s mansion was already quite dilapidated, but Xiang Qingtian stayed there even less frequently; most of the time, he lived with his subordinate soldiers.

Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes flickered slightly.

She had only focused on analyzing the historical doubts yesterday and hadn’t paid attention to the appearance of the village, but now, looking at the terrain, it indeed resembled the place Xiang Qingtian had lived in historical retracing.

And in Prince of Chu’s mansion, she did not see the calligraphy "Flourishing Divine Land" she had written.

Perhaps...

"Director, I’m done eating," Ye Wanlan stood up, "Let’s proceed with today’s shooting."

The director hesitated a bit: "Okay, no problem!"

The entire village had an honest folk custom and seemed out of place with the modernized big cities.

Veteran actors Shen Yeqiu and Xu Qingyu were already dressed in ancient costumes, blending with the landscape.

"If I get old, I’ll come here to the Southern Frontier to retire," Shen Yeqiu fanned himself, "This place has beautiful mountains and clear waters, really nice."

Xing Yue was nibbling sunflower seeds, "That’s now; in the past, this place was full of snakes and insects, the air filled with impurities, if not for Princess Yongning improving the soil here, it wouldn’t have been livable."

The lifespan of the soldiers from the Southern Frontier was also very short, due to this reason.

Ye Wanlan carefully observed the surroundings, deep in thought.

Given Xiang Qingtian’s personality, where would he have hidden valuable things before the great battle arrived?

"This is the village’s Divine Tree," the guide explained, "Every day, many villagers come to worship it. This tree was also personally planted by Prince of Chu and is already three hundred years old."

Ye Wanlan’s gaze flicked, "Divine Tree?"

"Little Yongning, Uncle Wang will tell you a secret, don’t spill it," Xiang Qingtian had drunk too much and was babbling, "I planted a tree, if you walk a few meters east from this tree, you can find Uncle Wang’s treasure."

At that time, she indeed hadn’t taken Prince of Chu’s words seriously, as he liked to talk nonsense to amuse her every day.

But now?

Following the method taught by Prince of Chu, Ye Wanlan started walking around the tree.

"Click!"