Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 366 Teach how to be a person, a peerless mystery! [2 more updates]

Chapter 366: 366 Teach how to be a person, a peerless mystery! [2 more updates]

The young man with white hair stood under the hazy moonlight, the breeze lifting the hem of his garment to reveal the exquisite embroidery.

The moonlight blended with the night, yet it did nothing to conceal his handsome brows and dignified aura.

He stood facing the wind, deep and stalwart as a mountain.

On ordinary days, he followed Ye Wanlan, always wearing a hat and a mask, even his presence seemed entirely retracted, appearing very ordinary and unremarkable, like a true assistant.

It was the first time the director had faced Yan Tingfeng like this, and he unavoidably froze on the spot.

Looking at Yan Tingfeng’s overly beautiful face, the young man was also stunned for a second, then sneered coldly, "I thought you were some capable person, but you’re just a pretty-boy that came out of nowhere. What are you trying to puff yourself up at here?"

He had dealt with at least five or six such pretty-boys before, not even needing to use the fussier aspects of his Gu Art.

And white hair?

Is this city folk’s idea of cosplay?

"Gu Art and Taoist Arts are different paths," Yan Tingfeng said, his expression unchanged as he stepped forward leisurely, his voice faint, "you have some basic understanding at least."

The young man suddenly realized something was amiss. He wanted to retreat, but it was already too late.

The distance between him and Yan Tingfeng had still been over seven meters, but in the next second, with a "swoosh," Yan Tingfeng had already swapped places, appearing right in front of him.

"You...!" Before the young man could utter a complete sentence, his throat was seized.

What terrified him even more was that the silver-haired man in front of him seemed not at all affected by the Gu.

Even at this instant, the young man heard several piercing explosions.

The Hex Parasites were dying one after another!

How was that possible?

Among the Hex Parasites he had brought today, there was one that was the Insect King, having hunted countless others.

Yan Tingfeng’s sudden move not only stunned the other villagers of Youlan Village but also the TV crew who were already in the know.

The director couldn’t help rubbing his eyes and abruptly started hopping around: "Am I seeing things, Lao Liu, pinch me quick."

Could this be the legendary martial arts?

Seeing the director suddenly full of life, the young man was both shocked and angry, disbelieving, "You’re faking it? Impossible, how can you not be hexed?!"

He had personally seen the director and others drink today’s meat soup, and then drink alcohol to stimulate the Hex Parasites, how could they be completely unaffected?

"Ah," the director slapped his head, "I was too excited and forgot to keep pretending, Mr. Yan, my apologies."

"No harm done," Yan Tingfeng had already released his hold, but the young man still couldn’t move.

He casually wiped his fingers, his voice equally nonchalant: "No one can escape."

The village head wanted to flee, but his legs were extremely weak, without the strength even to stand.

Only then did the director relax; he took out a toothpick to clean his teeth, chuckling with a grin: "After all, I come from a TV production background. Even if I’m not an actor, I still need to guide the actors. I can’t lack acting skills, right?"

Pretending to faint, Producer Liu also clambered up from the ground, expressionlessly dusting off his clothes.

He truly lacked any acting skills, so he had to faint directly at the critical moment, or else if the villagers of Youlan Village noticed anything amiss, it would spell trouble.

Shen Yeqiu complained, "Director, I’m glad you didn’t become an actor, because if you were one, what would I do for a living?"

The director grinned showing his white teeth, clearly taking the compliment to heart.

"The director’s acting skills are indeed masterful," Xu Qingyu also nodded, "Teacher Shen and I were utterly redundant."

Xing Yue nudged Rong Qi’s waist: "What do you think of my performance?"

Rong Qi: "..."

Rong Qi: "You don’t need to act."

Just being yourself.

In an instant, the roles of prey and predator had swapped.

The village head hadn’t let too many villagers know about the artifacts’ robbery; he had only told a few confidants and relatives.

Yan Tingfeng wouldn’t harm the innocent, and he had the 723 Bureau only detain those involved.

The village head, ashen-faced, confessed everything: "I just wanted to make some extra money, I had no intention of harming anyone. Please, esteemed ones, spare me."

"How dare you lay a hand on me?" the young man shouted defiantly after being cuffed, "My grandmother’s Gu Art is heaven-reaching. If you dare touch me, you won’t even know how you’ll die!"

Yan Tingfeng raised an eyebrow: "Gu Art that reaches to the heavens? Then I’m even more curious to see it."

Additionally, "Whatever was discovered in our Youlan Village was originally ours!" the young man glared fiercely, "You are the robbers, you are the thieves! Just wait, sooner or later—"

Bing He took out an iron mask and decisively put it on him.

Too much talk, really annoying.

Yan Tingfeng said flatly, "Also, find out if there is any collusion with powers like the Global Center, intending to sell off the artifacts of Shenzhou."

Bing He bowed with cupped hands: "Yes, sir."

**

Elsewhere, in Yunjing, at the Cultural Relics Bureau Archaeology Center.

"It’s troublesome for Miss Ye to make the trip herself," the Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau came out personally to welcome her, lowering his voice, "Miss Ye, you’ve just uncovered the ’Heavenly Inception Grand Canon,’ and now you’ve found the authentic gift from Princess Yongning to the Prince of Chu. I don’t even know how to thank you."

One ’Heavenly Inception Grand Canon’ alone would have earned Ye Wanlan the highest merit medal, but she refused it.

The world has people indifferent to fame and fortune, the Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau had seen them, but to be as indifferent as Ye Wanlan, he was seeing it for the first time.

"No thanks necessary," Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "I am a person of Shenzhou."

Those five simple words shocked the soul of the Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau.

Such a statement of "I am a person of Shenzhou," before this, no other reason was needed.

No wonder Ye Wanlan didn’t care for the highest merit medal at all. In her heart, there were only two words—

Shenzhou.

"Nevertheless," said the Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau with a sigh, "if Miss Ye doesn’t let me help her out a bit, I would feel really uneasy. Is there really nothing I can do for you?"

Ye Wanlan thought for a moment: "I hope to rehabilitate the name of the Prince of Chu. He did not betray the Ning Dynasty and invite the enemy in, as many historians have stated."

"This..." the Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau was taken aback, "that’s not just any help, it’s what we as personnel studying history must do."

Historical research is a very serious affair, and with the discovery of more relics and historical materials, history may be overturned and rewritten.

"That’s sufficient," Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "If I need help with anything, I will surely seek assistance immediately."

"Alright," the Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau nodded solemnly, "Let me escort Miss Ye out."

That evening, after an emergency meeting, the Cultural Relics Bureau Archaeology Center released the news online about the latest authentic piece from Princess Yongning.

And in the headline, they added a phrase—

"New historical materials on the Prince of Chu found, incongruent with the original, urgent research and investigation underway!"

[Is this the handwriting of Princess Yongning when she was eleven? I was still playing with mud at that age.]

[I was a bit better; I was studying competitive math at eleven.]

[Are you only focused on the authenticity? Aren’t you curious about the paper balls hidden in the scroll? Did Princess Yongning have such adorable moments?]

[Wait, the image of the Prince of Chu has crumbled for me, wasn’t he a traitor?!]

[Calling the Prince of Chu a traitor is a bit much; without him defending the Southern Frontier, Shenzhou would have lost much more land.]

[Honestly, it’s too much to draw a beard on Princess Yongning! She would still have been a child at that time!]

[Hahaha, I’m going to die laughing at this aunt and nephew duo.]

[Somehow, the image of the Prince of Chu has become cute to me, waiting for further investigation from the Archaeology Center!]

...

The night deepened, the moon hid behind the clouds, and the few remaining lights of Youlan Village extinguished, the whole village resembling a deserted ghost town.

The TV crew had already moved outside the village, but Yan Tingfeng had not left.

He held a bamboo flute in his hand and strolled towards the depths of Youlan Village.

After walking a distance, he raised his hand to gently touch the area over his heart.

Here, he had planted the Death Parasite.

The Death Parasite is one of the most terrifying Gu, capable of killing in an instant, but also sustaining life.

However, the cost of sustaining life was heavy.

The surroundings were teeming with Hex Parasites, which activated the Death Parasite inside his heart.

Yan Tingfeng continued to walk.

Gu and Gu Art are not entirely the same.

Some low-level Gu are akin to parasites that can infect unintentionally and be treated with modern medical means.

But Gu Art, with the word ’Art’ in it, is approaching the realm of Art and Method, far beyond what ordinary people can withstand.

And for centuries, it has been established that neither Art Practitioners nor Gu Masters should harm innocent ordinary people.

If they do, they will be hunted down by all the righteous people in Jianghu.

The mist dispersed, and flowers and greenery grew in abundance.

In the fields, a hunched figure was meditating with closed eyes.

And when she heard footsteps, Yan Tingfeng had already entered her territory.

He looked down at her, from a superior position: "Hasn’t anyone taught you not to use Gu Art on ordinary people?"

At his words, the old woman’s gaze sharpened: "Impudent child seeking death!"

She had lived for over a hundred years, how could she allow a whelp to instruct her?

"It doesn’t matter," Yan Tingfeng smiled as he spoke, "I’ll teach you."