Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 409 The Background of Yan Tingfeng, Searching for Huo Jingyu! [1 Update]

Chapter 409: 409 The Background of Yan Tingfeng, Searching for Huo Jingyu! [1 Update]

If her guess proved true, then by finding the Divine Might Spear and restoring it, Huo Jingyu might very well reappear just like Xie Linyuan.

Otherwise, if she could locate the final resting place of Huo Jingyu and allow the hero to rest in peace, her journey would not have been in vain.

Everywhere beneath the green mountains loyal bones were buried.

In a battle involving tens of thousands of troops under Shenzhou’s vast mountains and rivers, more than a million heroic spirits were laid to rest.

Three hundred years had passed, leaving only the whitened bones, but they still faithfully guarded this land.

Yan Tingfeng blinked slowly and smiled, "Xiao Wan’s ambition is truly extraordinary."

On her face, there was not just immense ambition but also a burning passion and spirit that kept striving upward.

She could tolerate the word "failure" but would absolutely not allow the term "give up" to surface.

"I still owe you my thanks," Ye Wanlan said with a slight nod, "the Shence Army Tiger Tally is finally complete."

Yan Tingfeng’s gaze fell on the tiger talisman on the table, crafted from bronze and gold, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

The Divine Strategy Army.

Closing his eyes, the figure of Shui Yunqing appeared to him, along with her words—

"Master, I am only a second late, just one second."

Yes, just one second.

But that second at that moment turned into an everlasting regret.

Shui Yunqing had not been able to save Huo Jingyu. She only managed to grasp his hand, barely stretched out in his final moments, and take the Left Talisman from him.

"But, I have a question," Ye Wanlan’s voice pulled Yan Tingfeng back from his thoughts, he looked up to meet her inquiring gaze, "How did Young Master Yan come by this Left Talisman?"

Yan Tingfeng smiled faintly, "I stumbled upon it a few years ago on my travels to the south."

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, "Stumbled upon?"

"Mhmm, I just didn’t know where the Right Talisman was at the time, so I’ve kept the Left Tally with me ever since," Yan Tingfeng’s expression seemed impeccable, revealing no flaws, "But this fortune is nothing compared to Xiao Wan’s, to think you could find the genuine item among so many forgeries."

His eyes, too, remained as pure and gentle as ever, soothing and enchanting like the spring breeze.

Ye Wanlan also smiled, "Then next time we travel together, with our luck combined, we might find even more authentic items."

She truly couldn’t tell from Yan Tingfeng’s words and expression whether he was telling the truth.

But logically, there was an eighty percent chance that the Left Talisman was not found by coincidence.

What secret lay hidden within then?

Ye Wanlan’s gaze was profound.

At this very moment, Xiang Shaoyu had just arrived at the Rong Family and expressed the same doubt as Ye Wanlan.

"He actually said that he found it by luck? I don’t believe it," Xiang Shaoyu shrugged, "You’ve spent the most time with the Yan brother, do you know who he truly is?"

He only knew Yan Tingfeng through Rong Qi, and the name Yan Tingfeng seemed to have appeared out of thin air in Yunjing.

There was no Yan family among the great clans, nor had he ever seen any of Yan Tingfeng’s elders.

It was as if Yan Tingfeng had sprung out of the cracks between stones, without a father or mother.

What puzzled Xiang Shaoyu even more and seemed illogical was Yan Tingfeng’s martial arts.

In Shenzhou Martial Arts, in most cases, of course, the longer one cultivated, the more profound the inner strength.

Unless one was like the Tower Master or the Sword Saint Xie Linyuan, who became famous throughout Jianghu at an extremely young age.

But how many such people could there be in the history of Shenzhou, spanning five thousand years?

Yan Tingfeng’s martial arts and inner strength were unfathomably deep.

Xiang Shaoyu estimated that even the combined might of the Elders of the Xiang Family would be no match for Yan Tingfeng alone.

Since Yan Tingfeng was such an excellent martial artist, logically, he should have had a massive family pouring resources into him or a reclusive expert passing on peerless martial arts.

But there was none.

"Did you come all this way just to ask about this?" Rong Yu said wordlessly, "If it wasn’t by luck, could it be that he lived for hundreds of years, met Marshal Huo, and received it from him? Oh, big brother, why hit me!"

Rong Yu’s words were cut short as he caught a slap from Rong Qi.

He clutched his head in grievance, completely clueless as to what he did wrong.

Rong Qi looked at him coldly, "All day long, you watch too many of those disorderly TV dramas and speak nonsense."

"Big brother, that’s totally unreasonable!" Rong Yu protested, "I was just venting casually and you still hit me. I think you’re just itchy for a fight and looking for an excuse."

Xiang Shaoyu, of course, didn’t take Rong Yu’s words to heart. He kept his intense gaze on Rong Yu, "So what’s the story with our Brother Yan?"

"Brother Shaoyu is too serious, but your guess isn’t unreasonable," Rong Qi said with a faint smile, "Indeed, Yan brother had a master who was an old acquaintance of our Supreme Elder, but even I have never seen Yan brother’s master."

Xiang Shaoyu’s expression brightened slightly, "Oh? Really?"

"Truly." Rong Qi nodded, "According to the Supreme Elder, Yan brother’s master is genuinely a reclusive expert, who is probably just one step away from reaching the legendary realm."

"Is there really such a person?" Xiang Shaoyu couldn’t help but take a sharp breath, "No wonder Yan brother’s martial arts are so formidable."

Rong Qi nodded.

He was always a man of few words and often had a stoic face. Xiang Shaoyu trusted him deeply and left reassured.

Suddenly Rong Yu slapped his forehead, "Wait, big brother, why do I feel you’re fooling Xiang Shaoyu? If there’s such an expert as you say, how come we never saw him in battle?"

Such a high-level expert would possess the power to turn the tide of the battlefield.

"Shut up," Rong Qi said coldly.

Rong Yu did indeed shut up, but he continued to mutter in his heart.

Rong Qi pressed his temples in exhaustion.

He probably couldn’t fool Xiang Shaoyu for long, for even Rong Yu had a moment of clarity.

He sighed and still informed Yan Tingfeng about the conversation.

[Yan Tingfeng]: It doesn’t matter, no one will believe it.

Rong Qi stared at the reply in silence, "..."

Indeed, if he truly revealed Yan Tingfeng’s real identity, Xiang Shaoyu would probably think he was joking and might even throw antiques at him.

**

Two days later, in the Southern Frontier, the ruins of the Divine Strategy Army.

Three hundred years ago, this place was a desert.

But three hundred years later, this place was already lush with flowers and trees.

Ye Wanlan, holding a pass from the Cultural Relics Bureau, made her way smoothly to the archaeological team’s camp.

At noon, the archaeological members were resting, and even Professors Foo and Xue had some rare free time and were sitting down for a game of chess.

"Professor Xue, Professor Foo," Ye Wanlan greeted with a light smile, "it’s been a long time."

"Wanlan?" Professor Foo looked up, surprised, "What brings you here?"

"I came here specifically for business, not just passing by or on a holiday," Ye Wanlan said, "I also just learned from the Cultural Relics Bureau that both professors have recently been assigned to the Divine Strategy Army site, and I happened to have some business here, so I made the trip."

"Wanlan, you, you’re just like a model worker," Professor Xue lamented deeply, "It’s almost the lunar New Year, and yet you still run all the way to the Southern Frontier, you’re really just looking for work for yourself."

Ye Wanlan sat down beside them, "I can’t sit still, I always need to find some work for myself, what if my antique radar detects something new?"

Although the change was not as drastic as ’the sea turned to mulberry fields,’ there was indeed a significant transformation.

Finding Huo Jingyu’s burial site would not be an easy task.

Professor Xue and Professor Foo both brightened up at this, but soon their enthusiasm dimmed.

"Alas, the Divine Strategy Army site has been too thoroughly destroyed," Professor Xue sighed, "We dare not dig but can only work to preserve it."

Ye Wanlan continued to observe the surroundings.

At this moment, it coincided with the same hour when Huo Jingyu had died in battle.

So the position of the sun should not be too far off!