Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 403 Shakes the entire Northern Lands! [1 more]

Chapter 403: 403 Shakes the entire Northern Lands! [1 more]

Three hundred years ago, Princess Yongning met with an untimely death, which hindered Empress Valentina I from successfully bestowing the treasured sword into her hands.

The Divine Weapon, left without a master, was henceforth confined to storage.

The Romanov Family had also attempted to remove the Spirit Attachment, but they never succeeded.

In fact, there was another method, which was for the Valenkine Family to reforge the Divine Weapon, thereby reclaiming the original materials to craft a new weapon.

But that, too, was an impossibility.

Putting aside the fact that the Divine Weapon already bore extremely significant meaning and value, if it were indeed to be reforged, then how could they justify it to Empress Valenjina, who unified the Northern Lands?

Perhaps its destiny was to remain sealed within the Northland Imperial Palace.

Emperors of Northland had tried to become the master of the Divine Weapon, yet none had the ability to even unsheathe it.

"It has indeed been used," declared Sulya, stepping forward to inspect and visibly shaken, "The Spirit Attachment came to life, and a great battle has taken place here. Could it really have been Princess Yongning..."

Empress Angelina murmured to herself, "Apart from this possibility, what new possibility could there be? Princess Yongning left no direct descendants, so could it possibly be a Xiang Family Member?"

"Absolutely not," Sulya declared with utmost seriousness. "The spirit attached to this treasured sword by our ancestors is of the highest level, and thus the restrictions are the most stringent. Apart from Princess Yongning, it’s impossible for anyone else to use it."

The greater the power of the Spirit Attachment, the higher the restrictions.

The two exchanged glances and both saw the shock in each other’s eyes.

So now, could there only be one answer—

Princess Yongning... resurrected from the dead?!

But how could such a thing be possible?

Empress Angelina’s breathing grew labored, her voice trembling more violently than ever, almost incoherent, "Sulya, in the history of your family, has there ever been anything like this?"

"Never, absolutely never," Sulya shook her head emphatically, "Although our family can communicate with the Yin Yang Realm, and our ancestors could even summon the spirits of the dead, the dead absolutely cannot be resurrected."

Psychics could temporarily attach the souls of the deceased to their own bodies, which allowed the living to converse with the dead.

But even for the strongest psychic, this process could last no more than twenty-four hours.

Additionally, this was only conceivable if the soul hadn’t dissipated between Heaven and Earth.

If the soul of the deceased had already dispersed, then no matter how psychics may communicate with the Yin Yang Realm, they could not summon it back.

The art of Spirit Communication belongs to the domain of Supernatural powers, but even the Supernatural is constrained by the rules of the world, and could never contravene the iron laws of life and death.

Princess Yongning had been dead for three hundred years; no matter how virtuous she had been, after such a long time, her soul could not possibly have remained intact.

Empress Angelina fell silent.

Since the dead cannot be resurrected, then what was the situation now?

"But—" Sulya’s tone shifted, "Princess Yongning had immense virtue, and maybe on her, an exception may occur."

Empress Angelina’s expression lifted, "If that’s the case, then doesn’t it mean that even our ancestors might have a chance..."

"Your Majesty, this is only my speculation," Sulya said with a wry smile, "Because there’s another possibility, that the person using this sword possesses virtue and fate even greater than Princess Yongning, compelling the Divine Weapon to willingly submit."

Empress Angelina shook her head, "That... is also highly improbable."

Looking at the world today, who possesses virtue and fate surpassing Princess Yongning’s?

Princess Yongning saved countless people, after all.

"Enough, let’s put this matter aside for now, and let no third party aside from you and me be aware of it," Empress Angelina exhaled slowly, her gaze suddenly turning stern, "Immediately capture and deal with the traitor in your family!"

"Yes," Sulya knelt on one knee and saluted, "I won’t disappoint Your Majesty."

**

At the same time, at the house of Old Mr. Sergei.

The Imperial Palace was not far from here, and the sound of the recent explosion had given Sergei quite a fright.

But seeing Yan Tingfeng and Xiang Shaoyu remain calm, and hearing the two reassure him that nothing like a riot could occur in the Northland Capital, Sergei sat back down with relief.

It wasn’t until Ye Wanlan returned that Old Mr. Sergei finally relaxed completely.

After all, if a large-scale explosion occurred in the Northland Capital, wouldn’t the entire Northern Lands be in peril?

"I encountered a Psychic," Ye Wanlan said with a slight shake of her head to Yan Tingfeng and Xiang Shaoyu, "She wanted to kill me but ended up perishing from a backlash."

She spoke in Chinese, which Sergei could not understand, and he continued to happily admire the scroll that was to be repaired.

"A Psychic, indeed," Xiang Shaoyu frowned slightly, "Being able to mobilize such energy under the nose of Empress Angelina, this Psychic is no ordinary person."

"Fairly ordinary," Ye Wanlan replied nonchalantly, "It was an evil Psychic, so the energy had to be greater, which meant a larger backlash."

Yan Tingfeng, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up, "How did your hand get injured?"

Ye Wanlan glanced at the blood-stained cloth bandage, and with an indifferent smile responded, "A small cut, it’s already healed, don’t believe me? Look."

She unwrapped the bandage and showed her flawless palm to Yan Tingfeng.

"Just because the wound has healed, doesn’t mean there was no injury," Yan Tingfeng shook his head slightly, "The moment of injury, there is always pain."

Still concerned, he brought out some ointment and applied it to Ye Wanlan’s hand.

Xiang Shaoyu watched the scene emotionlessly.

The training in the Xiang Family was extremely harsh. Before he had firmly secured the position of Young Family Head, he’d often been injured, sometimes nearly losing his life.

What had Yan Tingfeng said at that time?

He said that victory and defeat were common in warfare, and remembering the pain from injury would leave a deeper impression, or else without the memory of pain, victories could not be achieved.

Why then, when it came to him, was it this sort of logic?

Xiang Shaoyu felt quite aggrieved.

After applying the medicine, Ye Wanlan continued repairing the scroll.

Seemingly understanding Xiang Shaoyu’s thoughts, Yan Tingfeng wiped his hands and glanced at him lightly, "Your injuries and Xiao Wan’s injuries, how can they possibly be of the same nature?"

Xiang Shaoyu: "..."

He became withdrawn.

**

Elsewhere, in the Petrovich family estate.

An explosion at the Imperial Palace set the entire Northland Capital on high alert, with all eight city gates shut tight, allowing neither entry nor exit.

Upon receiving this news, Oliver’s heart trembled with fear.

It was unexpected for him to secure the services of Nashisha Romanov, as it was Nashisha who sought him out.

She did not ask for a large sum of money; her only demand was after eliminating Xiang Shaoyu and others, she wanted the Gold-threaded Profound Iron Armor Fragment in Sergei’s possession that belonged to the King of Yan.

Since the armor had turned into fragments and thus had relatively diminished in value, unable to be exchanged for a lot of money, and since Oliver had no interest in such damaged relics, he readily agreed to Nashisha’s terms.

He had originally awaited good news from Nashisha at home, only to receive the disastrous news that she had nearly destroyed the Northland Imperial Palace!

If Empress Angelina knew he had a hand in this, she would most certainly...

Oliver couldn’t help but shudder at the thought, but he quickly regained his composure.

With Nashisha causing such a commotion, the Court Knight Squad and the Romanov Family would, without a doubt, be searching high and low for her, leaving no time to trace things back to him.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Oliver’s heart still raced with anxiety.

He wondered whether Nashisha had completed her mission...

After calming his mind, Oliver tried to contact Matvey, but the phone was perpetually busy.

Feeling uneasy but unable to send anyone out with the city on lockdown, he could only sit in the hall anxiously waiting.

"Clan Leader Oliver, were you looking for me?"

A voice sounded at that moment, tinged with a hint of mockery.

In perfect Northland language.

"Who?!" Oliver sharply lifted his head, his pupils involuntarily shrinking.

Somehow, Xiang Shaoyu and his two subordinates had appeared here and were now standing before him!