Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 538 The Foremost Spiritual Channeler! Calligraphy Contest [2 updates]

Chapter 538: 538 The Foremost Spiritual Channeler! Calligraphy Contest [2 updates]

The breeze rustled through, sending leaves adrift.

In the vast and desolate courtyard, a figure appeared.

Yet upon closer examination, the figure seemed somewhat illusory, clearly not of solid form.

It was a woman, her attire that of the Northern Lands’ royal court from three hundred years prior, elaborate and antique, her jewelry extremely elegant; she emanated an aura of ancient solemnity.

Gulifeiya Romanov!

Once the foremost spiritual channeler who served at the side of Empress Valenkina!

In the history books of the Northern Lands, the name Gulifeiya resonated with extreme prominence.

It could be said that under her leadership, the Romanov Family had ascended to a new echelon, and the spirit communication arts of the Northern Lands had entered a new era.

Gulifeiya’s name held epoch-making significance in the annals of psychic history.

"It’s remarkable that the Tower Master still remembers me." Gulifeiya slowly revealed a smile, "Having seen the Tower Master in all his glory, I must say, I hardly recognize the current Master."

Back when Empress Valenkina traveled to Shenzhou, she naturally accompanied her.

At that time, heroes abounded in Shenzhou, a memory she found difficult to forget to this day.

Hearing this, Yan Tingfeng did not anger but simply chuckled lightly, "Even after three hundred years, if the Romanov Family wished to vanish, it could."

His tone was light and carefree, laughter spreading, yet failing to conceal bursts of ferocity and murderous intent.

"The Tower Master’s strength is witnessed by all; no proof is necessary." Gulifeiya’s gaze held for a moment before she ultimately chose to yield, "My appearance today is solely to resolve the Tower Master’s doubts."

Yan Tingfeng spoke indifferently, "Speak."

"The Rong Family observed the rising of a star of an old being, and I have seen it too," Gulifeiya said, "Yet it puzzles me as well, since such a thing has never happened before."

The mystical world was united in this respect; whether it was divination through the I Ching and Eight Trigrams or the Star Disk and Tarot, the methods may differ, but the predictions were ultimately the same.

Yan Tingfeng remained undisturbed, "Continue."

Gulifeiya pondered for a moment, then said, "Princess Yongning did indeed perish back then."

A fierceness suddenly flared in Yan Tingfeng’s demeanor.

Even in her spiritual state, Gulifeiya could feel his murderous intent, and she added, "I speak of the past."

"The past?" Yan Tingfeng’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Are you suggesting that in this world, reincarnation truly exists?"

"Reincarnation?" Gulifeiya smiled faintly, "To explain in the language of science, it’s essentially just a transformation of energy."

"Science?" Yan Tingfeng looked her up and down, "In your current state, yet you speak to me of science?"

"In the three hundred years since, the world has progressed, and I’ve learned much," Gulifeiya sighed softly, "Whether it’s mystical studies or science, they’re really interlinked, aren’t they?"

Yan Tingfeng remained noncommittal.

"After Princess Yongning’s passing, the energy that belonged to her would return to the space between heaven and earth," Gulifeiya explained calmly, "But energy is conserved, it does not arise without cause, nor does it vanish without trace."

"So, this energy might once again return to Shenzhou?" Yan Tingfeng’s gaze sharpened, "Is this what we call reincarnation?"

"But it is also possible it will not return," countered Gulifeiya, "Princess Yongning’s fate, much like yours, Tower Master, is not something we can discern; it lies outside the chessboard under heaven and earth."

Such individuals, having stepped outside the scope of fate, often possess the power to defy and change destiny.

Yet for that very reason, they are more likely to be hunted by destiny itself.

In simple terms, they are beset by tribulations and afflicted by adverse fate.

"Oh?" Yan Tingfeng finally revealed a smile, "How did you recognize me?"

Gulifeiya fell silent for a moment, then slowly said, "During that war years ago, I was in Fengyuan and had the fortune of seeing the Tower Master once."

Yan Tingfeng abruptly looked up, murderous intent blazing in his pupils.

"That is... truly terrifying." Although now just a spirit, Gulifeiya felt the chilling fear once more, her entire being trembling uncontrollably, "The suffering you endured... I dare not even contemplate."

She had never seen such a formidable foe, who could overturn Shenzhou with a mere wave of the hand.

Since even Shenzhou was no match, the Northern Lands naturally stood no chance.

In her extreme panic, the group of enemies unexpectedly left.

Having returned to the Northern Lands with great difficulty, she immediately ordered the search for all Romanov Family members who were abroad, and she informed the then Emperor of Beilu that caution was necessary.

Unfortunately, many still ignored her advice, heading to Shenzhou to plunder wealth and treasures.

Yan Tingfeng closed his eyes, and a blood-red haze spread before him, "Then, is it possible for Princess Yongning to be reincarnated with her memories?"

"Memories are inherently a product of one’s living environment and are acquired. Once a person’s energy dissipates, even if they are reborn, their memories certainly won’t exist," Gulifia said, "Could it be that the Tower Master has met someone very much like Princess Yongning? Although there are no two identical leaves in the world, there can still be things that are ninety-nine percent similar."

"I understand." Yan Tingfeng didn’t answer her question, "You may go now."

Gulifia hesitated, wanting to speak, but ultimately, everything she wanted to say turned into a sigh.

**

Two days later, in Yunjing.

The finals of this year’s youth calligraphy competition were still being held in Yunjing. The day before the finals, the contestants had arrived from various places and checked into the hotel as arranged by the organizers.

Having secluded herself for dozens of days in the Rong Family, Su Xueqing had finally decided to come out and join Ye Wanlan in the calligraphy competition.

To her misfortune, just as she arrived at the registration entrance, she ran into Su Xubai.

Upon seeing Su Xueqing, Su Xubai’s expression changed. He first glanced around and then quickly stepped forward, pulling Su Xueqing aside.

"You can’t enter Yunjing, don’t you know?" he said in a hushed voice, "Are you out of your mind, do you want to die?!"

Three years ago, Su Xueqing was expelled from the Su Family. It was precisely because she had left Yunjing that she had spared her life.

If the Su Family found out she had returned to Yunjing, they would certainly not let her go.

"Let go! Whether I enter Yunjing or not is none of your business." Su Xueqing looked Su Xubai up and down, "Whether it was three years ago or three years later, we were never on the same path."

Descendants like Su Xubai who did not have a talent for medicine, although they bore the Su surname and carried the blood of the direct lineage, were still considered outsiders.

But the Su Family was merciful, unlike the Lin Family, which would expel family members without a talent for classical musical instruments.

The Su Family would still keep these family members, but their only requirement was that they achieve something in other fields.

However, no matter the achievements, these family members could never compare to the main family members who had cultivated the Taiyi Acupuncture Technique.

Su Xubai’s branch had lost the medical talent by his father’s generation, but because his ancestors had made significant contributions, their family’s status was still higher than others.

Su Xubai was a bit annoyed, "I kindly concern myself with you, yet you are so ungrateful. Fine, then I won’t bother with you anymore!"

"Do you need to bother?" Su Xueqing glanced at him with disdain written all over her face, but she quickly put on a smile, "Ah Lan, over here!"

Su Xubai followed her gaze and saw a familiar figure come into view.

Ye Wanlan wore a face mask and a baseball cap, nodding towards Su Xueqing, "Xueqing."

"Ah Lan, let’s go in," Su Xueqing linked her arm, "Ignore those who don’t matter."

Su Xubai’s lips moved, but not a word came out.

His expression was complex, his heart bitter.

These days, who didn’t know that Ye Wanlan was this year’s college entrance examination’s top scorer in the humanities?

Su Xubai clenched his fists and entered the registration area.

There, after Ye Wanlan had signed her name, a staff member stopped her, "Miss Ye, Elder Fu would like to see you."

Led by the staff, Ye Wanlan entered a courtyard behind.

Elder Fu was already waiting there.

"Elder Fu," Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "This is Su Xueqing, my friend."

"Miss Su, a pleasure. I have yet to congratulate Friend Ye for her excellent results in this year’s Shenzhou High School unified examination," Elder Fu stroked his beard, "I also carefully read Friend Ye’s essay. I must admire your power."

Ye Wanlan was not modest, "Thank you for the compliment, Elder Fu."

"So, I wish to present this item to Friend Ye." Elder Fu pushed forward an antique sandalwood box, "I hope Friend Ye can write even more wonderful essays."

"What? Grandfather, absolutely not!" Fu Qiao saw it and snatched the sandalwood box away, "This is a priceless treasure from the time of the Grand Ancestor. Why should she have it? I do not agree, unless she can beat me in the calligraphy competition!"