Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 406 Mysterious Master of Highest Heaven Tower! [2 more]

Chapter 406: 406 Mysterious Master of Highest Heaven Tower! [2 more]

"This third encounter sealed their fates for life."

Yet, at this very moment, Shui Yunqing and Huo Jingyu, who were leading their respective sects at the Martial World’s grand assembly, had no idea that this would be their limited life’s second-to-last meeting.

Leading with the Highest Heaven Tower, the Six Great Sects each occupied one of the six directions of the hexagonal platform.

By a twist of fate, Taiyi Palace and the Divine Strategy Army were positioned directly across from each other.

Today was an unusually calm day, and without the permission of the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, no one was allowed to make a move.

Ye Wanlan raised her head, her gaze once again falling on the man in white sitting in the high seat.

With a "swish, swish," nine figures suddenly appeared behind him.

The figures kneeled down on one knee, their voices thunderous, "We pay our respects to the Tower Master!"

These were the nine lords of the Highest Heaven Tower.

It was rumored in the Jianghu that any of the nine lords had martial arts prowess strong enough to take up the mantle of sect master at any major sect.

"Has everyone arrived?" A lazy voice fell, carrying a hint of cynicism, "This prince has taken the trouble to come here; you all better provide some spectacular shows today."

That voice was not unfamiliar to Ye Wanlan.

The Carefree King, Yan Shunhua!

His presence caused quite a few ladies to turn back and look, bringing the atmosphere to its peak at that moment.

There were not a few who wished to kill Yan Shunhua, but his reputation among the Four Directions Nobility of the Jianghu was actually the best.

For most of the time, he drifted through the Jianghu, arriving and leaving freely.

"What a pity." Ye Wanlan heard another quite androgynous voice, carrying a light chuckle, "It’s Brother Yan who has come again. Whenever the Imperial Court sends someone, I don’t bother guessing anymore."

To her, this androgynous voice wasn’t the real voice of the Tower Master of Highest Heaven Tower; it had been altered.

Ye Wanlan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The Master of the Highest Heaven Tower was indeed a very mysterious person.

"It is indeed a pity. If the King of Yan had come, the Tower Master might have had a chance to compete with him." Yan Shunhua found a spot with an excellent view, sat down with a laugh, "Pity this prince is not skilled in martial arts, so I cannot ascend the platform to face the Tower Master."

No sooner had he spoken these words than did the faces of many in the Martial World stiffen.

Yan Shunhua might be the weakest in martial power among the Four Directions Nobility, but unskilled in martial arts?

That was utter nonsense!

If he were unskilled in martial arts, what did that make them? Mere scraps of metal?

The Tower Master of Highest Heaven Tower took a brief glance at Yan Shunhua but did not reveal the truth, simply saying, "We may begin now."

The once-every-four-years Martial World’s grand assembly was the perfect opportunity to make a name for oneself.

Previously, various experts would vie for the position of the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, but this time around, no one dared challenge the authority of the Tower Master of Highest Heaven Tower.

What followed was an incredibly thrilling tournament on the platform.

Ye Wanlan was quite surprised.

This was the longest historical flashback she had ever witnessed.

It seemed that because the Shence Army Tiger Tally was originally composed of two parts, she could access even more scenes.

Ye Wanlan took a few steps forward, standing right before the Tower Master of Highest Heaven Tower.

She reached out her hand, wanting to remove the mask from his face, but her hand passed right through it.

One from three hundred years ago, and one from three hundred years later, the two of them were not in the same time and space and naturally could not touch each other.

Time was a Heavenly Moat that could never be crossed.

Ye Wanlan walked around the man in white a few times and then suddenly asked the Tiger Talisman, "Following by Marshal Huo’s side, have you ever seen the Master of the Highest Heaven Tower’s face?"

"No," answered the Tiger Talisman honestly, "Even though I was indeed with the general and saw the Tower Master of Highest Heaven Tower a few times, he never removed his mask."

"That’s to be expected." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "Even if he removed his mask, what he allowed people to see might not necessarily be his true face."

Just who was the Tower Master of Highest Heaven Tower?

With unparalleled martial arts, he was the number one person in the Jianghu.

If he wished, he could conjure countless faces in mere seconds.

"Why is he so mysterious?" Qingyun Pendant muttered, "Could it be because he’s so unappealing to look at that he always wears a mask? That would mean we really don’t need to know; he must be a terrible sight!"

Jade Luan Pin agreed for once with Qingyun Pendant, "That must be the case. Look at people like Linyuan, who are as graceful as a willow and who have an extraordinary demeanor. They never wear masks."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanlan placed her hand against her forehead and exhaled softly.

Her senior brother was not just someone who didn’t wear masks; he even made a point of capturing his enemies and forcing them to write an essay describing his handsomeness.

For the illiterate, this was indeed cruel torture, more agonizing than a merciful death by the sword.

"But... is there any chance that he’s too handsome?" posed the Shence Army Tiger Talisman tentatively, "I remember the general once read from history books that during the Shun Dynasty, there was a marshal so beautiful he had to wear a mask on the battlefield to intimidate the enemy."

Jade Luan Pin was adamant, "That could never surpass Linyuan in looks!"

"Right, exactly." Qingyun Pendant was decisive too, "Definitely not as handsome as Lord Prince Yan!"

The Shence Army Tiger Talisman offered a small "Oh," adding, "In my eyes, the general is the most handsome."

"No, it’s Linyuan!"

"It’s Lord Prince Yan."

"Whimper, it’s definitely the general..."

Ye Wanlan did not join the bickering of the three antiques.

What she was certain of was that the Tower Master of Highest Heaven Tower was indeed quite fine-looking; otherwise, the former Sword Saint Xie Leyou wouldn’t have described him as "beautiful."

After all, even Xie Linyuan had never received such a comment.

At the Martial World’s grand assembly, as a Sword Saint, Xie Linyuan would naturally make an appearance.

From afar, Ye Wanlan had already glimpsed the hem of his robe.

Xie Linyuan hadn’t shown himself, instead skulking in the shadows, eyeing Lin Fanyin sitting below the platform.

Jade Luan Pin noticed this too and was somewhat speechless, "From this angle, Linyuan looks like a thief..."

And below the platform, Lin Fanyin was oblivious, showing no expression on her face, looking down and staring blankly at the Jade Luan Pin in the palm of her hand.

"Strange." Ye Wanlan murmured, "Why can’t I find the most crucial part, what exactly brought the senior brother back..."

She pondered deeply.

The Jade Luan Pin had offered her a historical flashback, but the item that truly caused Xie Linyuan to appear was not the talkative Jade Luan Pin but the Sword Saint’s Sword.

Ye Wanlan’s eyes suddenly opened wide.

Could it be... the key lied in the weapon?!

Indeed.

Prince Yan’s Sword remained unaccounted for to this day, and the Divine Might Spear had not appeared again either.

While Lin Fanyin had used many ancient zithers, although the Secluded Zither was her most commonly used, it was not her exclusive weapon.

Two of the Three Ancient Zithers from the Heavenly Sound Sect were in her possession, but the Sun and Moon Ruyi Zither was with the Yunjing Lin Family. What scene would unfold if the Three Ancient Zithers were to be played at the same time?

Ye Wanlan pressed her temples, "So where could Prince Yan’s Sword possibly be..."

She had found all the fragments of the Gold-threaded Armor, but there was not even a hint of information about Prince Yan’s Sword.

Was it still buried underground, or had it drifted to a foreign land?

Ye Wanlan shook her head and continued to focus on the historical flashback.

The platform tournament had ended, and she noticed Taiyi Palace departing first under the lead of Shui Yunqing, while Huo Jingyu’s gaze lingered on her.

He stood up as if he still wanted to call out to Shui Yunqing, but then a deputy hurried over with a report, "Marshal Huo, urgent military affairs have arisen; we must return immediately."

Huo Jingyu’s expression paused, he closed his eyes, and immediately turned, "Let’s go."

In the face of national duty, personal love seemed trivial.

And he, he did not yet have the luxury to consider the latter.

There were many more people waiting for his protection, and this vast land awaited his steadfast defense.

He had to leave.

...

While Ye Wanlan was still immersed in watching the historical flashback, not much time had passed in the outside world.

Yan Tingfeng was brewing tea when he suddenly received a message from Rong Qi, hoping that he could come to the Rong Family as soon as possible.

Upon arriving at the Rong Family, accompanied by Rong Qi, Yan Tingfeng entered the deep mountains where the Supreme Elder of the Rong family cultivated.

The Supreme Elder of the Rong family was fraught with panic and dropped to his knees at the sight of Yan Tingfeng, "Tower Master, a grave matter has arisen!"

Yan Tingfeng raised his hand, and a gust of wind swept by, helping the Supreme Elder of the Rong family back to his feet, "Take your time, don’t rush."