Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 420 Torturing Trash, Funeral, Aristocratic Families Gather Together [2 updates]

Chapter 420: 420 Torturing Trash, Funeral, Aristocratic Families Gather Together [2 updates]

Although Ye Wanlan’s body was not in serious trouble, she had passed out due to exhaustion, which made Yan Tingfeng’s heart restless.

This restlessness could still be suppressed when facing the people of the Lin Family.

But at this moment, with the arrival of the Kang Family, the violence in his bones could no longer be contained.

It erupted in an instant, without any restraint.

Old Master Kang, the Head of the Kang Family, while experienced in major events, how could he compare to the once-renowned Supreme Martial Arts Master of the entire Jianghu?

No sooner had Old Master Kang met Tingfeng’s gaze—a mere eye contact—than his legs gave way, nearly collapsing to the ground.

This man appeared to be very young, how could he have such a daunting presence?

"Who are you?" Old Madam Kang looked on displeasingly, "Taking Zhu Qingxian’s daughter home is a matter of course, and even in court, it will be us who win!"

Tingfeng’s gaze slowly fell upon her and then, he seemed to laugh lightly, "Are you discussing the law with me?"

"Whoosh—!"

Before the guards could react, in the next second, Tingfeng had already appeared in front of them.

Screams rose and fell, and in less than thirty seconds, all the Kang Family Guards lay on the ground outside the ancestral hall, passed out.

The events that unfolded in this brief moment left Old Master Kang and Old Madam Kang frozen in place with widened eyes.

"An eyesore." Tingfeng spoke coolly, "Throw them out."

Bing He and Tie Ma, receiving the order, immediately stepped forward, each picking up Old Master Kang and Old Madam Kang and throwing them out of the Lin Family estate.

With a "thump," Old Master Kang collapsed on the ground, his expression one of terror.

This young man...

How had he never heard that there was such a figure in Jiangcheng?!

In terms of economy, Harbor City was only second to Yunjing.

But the reason Yunjing stood firmly at the top as the capital was because of the Five Great Families.

To the Five Great Families, money was but gilding on the lily.

Martial power was the absolute dominant factor.

Though the Five Great Families did not transmit their Martial Arts to others, the Kang Family, being among the top circles of Harbor City and having business dealings with Yunjing, Old Master Kang naturally heard of the so-called Shenzhou Martial Arts.

He was certain that the young man’s display was not ordinary combat, but genuine Shenzhou Martial Arts!

This was bad...

Old Master Kang’s face turned deathly pale.

Had he known that the Lin Family was acquainted with such a person, he would never have spoken so brazenly at Lin Weilan’s wake.

"Old Master, he..." Old Madam Kang’s voice also trembled severely, "Who is he?"

Old Master Kang’s lips moved, his expression defeated, "Let’s go back."

He knew that it was impossible to take Ye Wanlan back to the Kang Family this time.

Old Master Kang and Old Madam Kang helped each other up. Having taken only one step, they ran into two people and were knocked into again.

"Wife, hurry over and check on Ah Lan." Rong Jingqiu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, not noticing who he had bumped into, "Hurry!"

"Coming, don’t rush me, I’m anxious too!" Su Yingxia, carrying a medicine box, rushed over hastily.

She first took Ye Wanlan’s pulse, then took out the Silver Needle and inserted it into several acupoints.

Minutes later, after removing the needles, Su Yingxia wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"What’s the matter?" Rong Jingqiu was nervous, "Wife, can it be treated?"

Tingfeng also looked toward Su Yingxia.

"Ah Lan isn’t sick," Su Yingxia sighed lightly, "But exhaustion can also harm the body, ah. Over the past few years, her health hasn’t been good, and though it had finally improved, she kept draining her strength."

Even a body of iron couldn’t withstand various matters in succession.

"I just helped her clear a few acupoints, let her sleep well," Su Yingxia explained, "After waking up, she’ll need to drink some medicine to replenish her body’s deficiencies."

Rong Jingqiu relaxed slightly, "Good, wife, make a prescription, and let Little Yu go get the medicine."

After a long silence, Rong Qi asked in a low voice, "Didn’t Tower Master tell Miss Ye?"

Half a year ago, from Lin Weilan’s complexion, Rong Qi noticed she wouldn’t last through this cold winter.

This was a predetermined outcome that nothing could change.

"Why tell?" Tingfeng countered dispassionately, "Even if she were told, the outcome is set, and even the matriarch wouldn’t want Xiao Wan worrying prematurely."

Rong Qi remained silent.

Tingfeng coughed lightly, "You go out, I’ll stay with her."

**

Ye Wanlan had a very long dream.

In the dream was an endless ocean, and she was trapped in its depths, unable to escape.

For a while, she couldn’t distinguish reality from the dream.

She wasn’t afraid of water; on the contrary, she liked extreme sports.

But the ocean had never been a pleasant memory for her; rather, it was some kind of unresolved inner demon.

Amidst the deep blue, she was sinking deeper.

But then, someone grabbed her hand!

"Xiao Wan," he said, "you can’t fall down here."

A surge of light flowed, and Wanlan seemed to see his face, a familiar person, it was...

"Yan Ting...Ting..."

Tingfeng heard her and paused abruptly, immediately responding, "It’s Tingfeng."

Clearly, Wanlan was still trapped within a nightmare, her voice stuttering, "Ting...Ting..."

"Okay," Tingfeng said patiently, "Tingting is fine too."

Xie Linyuan had just walked in when he heard this exchange in full reality, unable to believe it.

This man, he was taking advantage of his Little Junior Sister while she was unconscious!

Xie Linyuan stared at Tingfeng, unmoving.

He certainly couldn’t let his Little Junior Sister be taken advantage of again.

After some time passed and the sun rose once more, Wanlan finally awoke from the long dream.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.

"Ah Lan, you’re awake?" Lin Huaijin offered a cup of water, "Drink this first, take it slow, there’s no hurry."

Wanlan obediently drank the water, "I’ve worried you all, Uncle."

"What are you talking about?" Lin Huaijin frowned, "It’s you who have been holding on; tired out, I should be the one to feel ashamed."

Wanlan breathed slowly, pressing on her temples.

"The Kang Family came by, still relentless, wanting to take you back," Lin Huaijin patted her shoulder, laughing, "You were asleep and missed how imposing Xiao Yan was, scaring them off."

Wanlan smiled, quietly listening as Lin Huaijin described the scene.

"I think this Xiao Yan is a good person," Lin Huaijin said, "We really owe him this time."

Wanlan didn’t respond.

There was a moment of silence, and Lin Huaijin then said in a low voice, "Ah Lan, birth, age, sickness, and death, these are natural in life. When your eldest brother was still at home, your grandmother had told us that one day, she would leave."

Yet, even with mental preparation, when that moment arrived, it was indeed hard to bear.

"I know," Wanlan said softly, "I won’t fall down, Uncle, you go about your business; I’ll rest a little more."

"Okay," Lin Huaijin nodded, "I’ll go make you something to eat."

The door closed.

The room was eerily quiet. After a long silence, Wanlan finally spoke, "Elder Brother, I’m indeed a little tired."

"I know," Xie Linyuan’s expression was gentle, his gaze soft, "No one will blame you, Little Junior Sister, you’ve done well."

To be frank, putting himself in Wanlan’s position, he would be at a loss.

Wanlan murmured quietly, "But I indeed can’t fall down."

She still had many things to do.

"Little Junior Sister," Xie Linyuan tattled on her, recounting the events that happened while she was asleep, "This Yan fellow, he was trying to get you to call him ’Tingting’, that’s absolutely unacceptable."

"Oh?" Wanlan pondered a moment, "The name ’Tingting’ isn’t bad, calling by full name seems too distant—let’s go with that from now on."

Xie Linyuan: "?"

The Sword Saint felt the direction of events was somewhat amiss.

It shouldn’t be like this!

Wanlan had already gotten up, put on her shoes, and went downstairs.

"Ah Lan, it’s good you’re awake," Su Yingxia rushed over to support her when she saw her coming down, "You rest these next few days. We’ll handle the matriarch’s funeral affairs, so don’t worry too much."

Wanlan nodded slightly, "Grandma’s funeral shouldn’t be grandiose, but also can’t be too shabby."

"Don’t worry, I have it all in mind," Su Yingxia paused, then added, "I grew up hearing tales of your grandmother’s genius."

Wanlan smiled, "Then I’ll look forward to hearing some stories from Sister Yingxia later."

"Tingfeng went to get your medicine," Su Yingxia said, "He’ll be back soon; I’ll go boil the medicine now, you start drinking."

Wanlan nodded.

She lit a new incense stick, respectfully bowed, and then placed the stick properly.

Suddenly, her gaze changed.

She heard footsteps, very powerful, belonging to the person with the strongest Inner Strength she had ever encountered.

"Since Weilan has departed, how can I, as her sister, not come to pay my respects?" A calm voice sounded, "Shiyuan, even though you haven’t met Weilan, she is also your elder, come and join me in offering a stick of incense."

The voice fell, and a woman in a red cheongsam walked in unhurriedly.

Time had woven a few creases into her features, yet she appeared to only be a little over thirty.

Once known as one of the Twin Stars alongside Lin Weilan, she was now the Lin Family’s Supreme Elder—

Lin Zhushuang!