Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 537 Tower Master is here for Princess Yongning [1 more update]

Chapter 537: 537 Tower Master is here for Princess Yongning [1 more update]

Sulya’s eyes suddenly widened in shock, "What?!"

Three hundred years ago, an old friend?

But who could live for three hundred years?

Even the legendary ancestor of the Romanov Family had long since ceased to depend on a physical body for life, and that was the only reason he could remain in this world until now.

However, even the power of a spirit couldn’t stay in the mortal world indefinitely.

All things that went against nature had their limits in duration.

Therefore, when Sulya learned that this legendary ancestor was still around, she truly breathed a sigh of relief.

Time was too precious, and even a genius, without sufficient cultivation time, would have difficulty achieving greatness.

With such an ancestor presiding over the Romanov Family, whom should they fear?

"You need not ask more," the voice continued, "Just do your job well. Curiosity killed the cat."

Upon hearing this, Sulya trembled slightly, responding reverently, "Yes, Great Ancestor."

A faint sigh passed through her ears, then the voice disappeared.

After a moment, Sulya’s body relaxed, as if released, regaining the ability to move.

She slowly wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, her back drenched with cold sweat as well.

After exhaling slowly, Sulya summoned the chief steward, instructing him to provide Elder Rong and the young man with the highest level of treatment.

The chief steward, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but be surprised, "Clan Leader, even when Her Majesty comes, it is only..."

"You need only follow orders, no need to question further," Sulya said with an icy look, "Now go and prepare, will you?"

The chief steward fell silent and hurried away.

Sulya looked very solemn.

An old friend from three hundred years ago...

That was someone from the era of Empress Valenjina!

At that time, who in Shenzhou was known to their ancestor?

Three hundred years ago, Shenzhou was a place where nations paid tribute, and even the Northern Lands dreaded it!

Sulya suddenly remembered the last time a Divine Weapon had been crafted for Princess Yongning at the behest of Empress Valenjina, a fact that Empress Angelina had commanded her to keep secret from others.

After that incident, the Northern Lands had returned to peace, with no strange occurrences, and Sulya had almost forgotten it.

But today...

Could it be that the world was about to descend into complete chaos?

Sulya couldn’t help shivering at the thought, not daring to think further.

**

Here, the chief steward respectfully led Yan Tingfeng and Elder Rong into an estate in the northern part of the Romanov Family.

"Mr. Rong, sir, please let the Sparrow Spirit know if you have any requests," the chief steward bowed, "The Romanov Family will certainly do our utmost to meet your needs."

Yan Tingfeng said indifferently, "Have your people withdraw."

The chief steward frowned slightly, about to refuse, but recalling Sulya’s instructions, he took everyone and left.

Whether or not people were present didn’t actually matter, for this was the Romanov territory, the land of a Psychic Family!

The flora, the birds, the serpents, and the insects were at their command.

However, once the chief steward led the others away, Yan Tingfeng began to seal all of the estate’s "spirits" without a trace.

The action was carried out so quietly that even Elder Rong beside him noticed nothing.

"How strange, the last time I visited, I merely stayed in a guest room," mused Elder Rong, "So why have they offered us an entire separate courtyard this time? I remember their family being quite miserly; they wouldn’t even give me an extra bottle of water on that program."

This had made a lasting impression on Elder Rong, who, upon returning to Shenzhou, had railed against the Romanov Family for three days and nights.

"You are an honored guest, Elder Rong, so naturally they treat you with great courtesy," said Yan Tingfeng with a light smile, "To slight you would be to disrespect Shenzhou."

Elder Rong felt elated, as if he were floating on air, "Yan, you sure know how to speak well. My two grandsons, one silent, the other won’t stop talking... ah, if they could both mix it up a bit, that would be perfect."

Yan Tingfeng had just sat down at the stone table when his phone rang timely.

His expression softened visibly when he saw the caller ID.

The video call connected, and the girl’s face appeared on screen.

Ye Wanlan scanned Yan Tingfeng’s background and asked, "Have you arrived?"

"Mm, thanks to Elder Rong, I was able to stay with the Romanov Family," Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly, "Xiao Wan doesn’t need to worry about me, I carry the medicine you gave me with me, and I will take it on time."

"This time you didn’t bring Bing He or Tie Ma, and I can’t always keep an eye on you," Ye Wanlan said, "But the day when your illness erupts is not far off, and being in a foreign land, you must be careful."

"Alright," Yan Tingfeng’s eyelashes fell, and a faint smile lingered on his lips, "I will rush back in time to attend Xiao Wan’s calligraphy contest."

"You want to see what character I’ll write?"

"Whatever Xiao Wan writes, it’s very good."

...

After the call ended, Yan Tingfeng looked up to see Mr. Rong cradling his face, watching him with a smile.

His expression paused, "Elder Rong?"

Mr. Rong said with a grin, "I heard from Little Yu, this silly egg, that Xiao Yan was very enthusiastic when he first met Miss Ye, following wherever she went. So, you must really like Miss Ye, right?"

"Like her?" Yan Tingfeng was slightly startled, and after a long moment, he shook his head, "I don’t know."

A mist passed through his beautiful, phoenix-like eyes; when it dissipated, confusion remained.

Such emotions were rare for the Supreme Martial Arts Master.

Indeed, he didn’t know what liking someone meant, nor what it was to love someone. He simply acted by his own instincts.

Orphaned at three, chased by enemies, surviving one death after another, living off the edge of a blade, he finally became the world’s number one.

No one ever taught him what love was, what liking someone meant.

People respected him, feared him, and regarded him as the Supreme Martial Arts Master.

But no one had ever given him love, an extravagant thing for him.

Yet, when he was with Ye Wanlan, he could feel the strong beating of his heart.

"Look at you, a phone call from Miss Ye and you’re smiling like that; still, you say it’s not liking her?" Mr. Rong stated confidently, "Back in the day, I’d smile like a flower at just one look from my wife."

After listening, Yan Tingfeng’s eyebrows and eyes softened, "So that’s liking."

"Of course, it’s liking!" Mr. Rong excitedly slapped the table, "And aren’t you always thinking about her, wanting to bring her any good thing you come across?"

Yan Tingfeng was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"What else would that be if not liking?" Mr. Rong asserted, "Any clear-sighted person could see it! Oh, except for Little Yu, that silly egg."

Listening to Mr. Rong ramble on, Yan Tingfeng chuckled softly, "It’s just a pity..."

How much longer could his body hold up?

With such a wretched frame, how could he even talk about liking someone?

Mr. Rong, puzzled, "What’s there to pity?"

"Nothing," Yan Tingfeng shook his head, "Either way, I will always be by her side."

"If you like her, say it!" Mr. Rong glared, "Be careful or you’ll regret it when it’s too late. I just confessed directly to my wife and sent everyone else packing."

Yan Tingfeng smiled, "Elder Rong is a true gentleman, I admire that."

He looked down at his own palm, where black cracks were surfacing.

Yan Tingfeng closed and reopened his palm, the black cracks had disappeared.

Three hundred years, and even the Life-Devouring Gu was reaching its limit.

He feared a day might come when his body would fall apart, a sight too gruesome to bear.

He only hoped that day would come later, so he could do more, leave fewer regrets.

"You young people are so reserved," Mr. Rong criticized, "I don’t even know if in my lifetime, I’ll be able to see my grandsons get settled."

One by one, they were all a worry.

**

As the day grew late, Mr. Rong was invited by the Romanov Family’s Second Elder to drink.

Yan Tingfeng was still in the courtyard.

He was seated cross-legged by the lakeside, quietly meditating with eyes closed.

His hearing was heightened to the maximum, catching every sound and movement.

"Master of the Highest Heaven Tower’s sudden visit to our Romanov Family must be for Her Royal Highness Princess Yongning, I presume."

The voice arose abruptly, causing one’s heart to skip a beat.

Yet, Yan Tingfeng remained seated, his expression unchanged, showing no sign of surprise as if he had anticipated the arrival.

The eyes of the once Supreme Martial Arts Master, three hundred years ago, opened with even a faint smile, "Long time no see, you’re still alive."