Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 643, it’s been three hundred years, and still no progress! [1 more update]

Chapter 643: 643, it’s been three hundred years, and still no progress! [1 more update]

In this chess game, indeed every chess piece is moving according to the arrangement set by Ye Wanlan on the established board.

But there are no absolutes, and the four words ’flawless strategy’ cannot be truly achieved by humans.

So, the only slip was Su Han Yan’s true personality being so sinister, making Su Ningxiang appear merely amateurish in comparison.

Fortunately, she arrived just in time, so Su Xueqing didn’t suffer much harm.

Yet she also accounted this debt to Su Han Yan.

Compared to Ye Wanlan’s calm composure, Su Han Yan wasn’t as collected.

Because this was totally unexpected—her opposing foe turned out not to be an elder like her but a very young girl.

This girl, whom she had seen during the daytime when spectating—

Ye, Wan, Lan!

"It’s you?" Su Han Yan gripped the wheelchair handles tightly, her aged, cloudy eyes stared at Ye Wanlan, "How could it be you?"

Su Mufeng said, Ye Wanlan must be hiding something, definitely not as simple as she appears on the surface.

Su Han Yan paid attention but wasn’t really mindful.

Even though she is now at a point where she’s barely surviving, she isn’t threatened by a girl less than twenty years old.

She has witnessed the vast Jianghu of martial arts peaks and heroes three hundred years ago, aware that today’s Five Great Families are far inferior compared to that era.

Even if Lin Shiyuan wants to move against the Su Family, as long as Su Han Yan disagrees, Lin Shiyuan won’t be able to make a move.

Su Han Yan, is now the biggest trump card of the Su Family.

Unless it’s something that shakes the foundation of the Su Family, Su Han Yan would never show up.

This time, the Family Head’s challenge was too unexpected, Su Han Yan vaguely felt like something was about to disrupt time and space, forcing her to present herself early and transfer the Family Head position directly to Su Mufeng.

But now, Su Han Yan was somewhat puzzled.

Ye Wanlan?

Could it be, she has been the one teaching Su Xueqing all along?

"It’s me." Ye Wanlan’s gaze lightly swept over Su Han Yan, "Didn’t expect you to be so old now."

Although Su Han Yan’s presence in Taiyi Palace wasn’t high, Ye Wanlan still had an impression of her.

The impression of Su Han Yan was also of a beauty embryo, somewhat with the misty beauty characteristic of Jiangnan’s smoky rain.

But now, her face is aged, her eye sockets deep, her face full of wrinkles resembling spider webs, almost indistinguishable from the beauty she once was.

"What do you mean?" Su Han Yan couldn’t bear listening to her appearance being remarked upon like this, she almost instantly got agitated, "Who are you?!"

Appearance was what she valued the most.

For Taiyi Medical Practitioners, keeping youth forever is a simple matter.

But to live a longer life, she had to sacrifice some things.

"Courting death!" Su Han Yan was enraged, she slapped her hand on the wheelchair.

"Swoosh swoosh!"

A volley of ten silver needles broke through the air quickly advancing towards Ye Wanlan.

This move, even Su Mufeng who practiced Medical and Martial Arts Dual Cultivation couldn’t evade.

But Ye Wanlan was different, she was suited for martial arts in this life, and her medical skills had improved in the time cycle of nine hundred and ninety-nine years.

Though the silver needle’s speed was swift, with Ye Wanlan’s eye, she could clearly see the flight trajectory of each needle.

Thus, in the eyes of Su Han Yan, the girl merely gently shifted her body sideways and stepped forward, dodging this deadly strike.

Su Han Yan’s pupils instantly enlarged: "You..."

This can’t be!

Su Mufeng had already handed Ye Wanlan’s data to her, and because the information was too mundane, she merely glanced through once.

What top scorer in the humanities of college entrance exam, what ’Treasures of The Divine Land’ mascot... These worldly things are things of no significance in the truly elite circle.

Even though Ye Wanlan was taken back by the Lin Family, she didn’t change her surname nor entered the family register, indicating she wasn’t valued in the Lin Family.

How could such a person withstand her attack?!

Ye Wanlan took another step forward, she lightly brushed off the dust from her shoulders, and chuckled lightly: "Such a pity, three hundred years passed, yet you’ve made no progress, neither in cultivation nor intellect, what’s your use?"

For everyone, time is the most important commodity, enough time allows one to learn enough skills.

But Su Han Yan besides growing in age, hadn’t made much improvement in other aspects.

"Who are you? Who exactly are you?!" Su Han Yan felt her nerves igniting, vaguely beginning to collapse, she yelled out with a hoarse voice, "I know you! I must know you!"

But as she searched through her memory, she couldn’t find Ye Wanlan at all.

If she truly belonged to the same era as her, how could she still be so young?

She won’t accept it!

"Over three hundred years old, yet your temperament is still so unstable." Ye Wanlan walked one step closer to Su Han Yan, "At sixteen, Yun Qing had already surpassed you."

Shui Yunqing!

This name was like a needle instantly piercing Su Han Yan’s heart, causing her expression to become trance-like with some pain.

At that moment, Ye Wanlan swiftly and abruptly grasped Su Han Yan’s wrist.

A few seconds later, Ye Wanlan’s brows relaxed: "So that’s how it is."

Su Han Yan indeed possessed immense viciousness, she had planted one hundred and eight needles within her body, thirty-six of them being Golden Needles, and seventy-two Silver Needles.

These hundred and eight needles were pinned to her bones, forcibly extending her life.

But relying only on needles wasn’t sufficient; she still needed enough medicine.

Moreover, Su Han Yan suffered from the torment of needle piercing every month, unable to walk, living like this for three hundred years.

"Your perseverance, if directed towards the right matters, might yield notable success." Ye Wanlan lowered her eyes, looking at the tightly gritted Su Han Yan, "It’s a pity, there’s no ’if’."

"Buzz—!"

Su Han Yan suddenly erupted, her wheelchair flipping in the air, launching several silver needles.

Once she made a move, Ye Wanlan had already sensed the intense killing intent; she retreated instantly, pointing her toes and jumping onto the eaves.

The next second, in the position she previously stood, there’s a row of silver needles embedded.

"I... I don’t care who you are or what kind of monster you are!" Su Han Yan’s face twisted in rage, "To kill me, you better wait for the next life!"

She wished to leave, and Shenzhou Land Continent absolutely had nobody who could hold her back!

All her sore spots were hit by Ye Wanlan!

How could she not hate it?

"I never said I wanted to kill you." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "Cleaning up the sect is something left for your Palace Master to handle."