Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 656 Young Master Yan’s Fondness, Backing [Part 2]

Chapter 656: 656 Young Master Yan’s Fondness, Backing [Part 2]

What utter arrogance!

Jin Wuzheng no longer wanted to exchange any words with Professor Xue. He simply urged the rescue team to find the Mingyue Token as quickly as possible.

Regarding Ye Wanlan, if she was alive, it would naturally be a good thing; if she was dead, he would generously hold a funeral for her.

"Mr. Wuzheng!" The assistant hurriedly approached, wiped the sweat from his brow, and spoke rapidly, "The people from the World Cultural Heritage Center are about to arrive. Since the airplane can’t land here, it’s estimated to be less than an hour away!"

"They arrived so quickly?" Jin Wuzheng frowned, instructing, "Let the rescue team continue, I’ll go prepare."

He needed to be cautious when dealing with people from the Global Center.

**

At this moment, in the underground cave.

Through their separate explorations, Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng found several secret books left by the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, Gui Qing.

Using the word "books" to describe them wasn’t quite accurate since these secret Martial Arts were inscribed on stone slabs.

Having endured hundreds of years, the stone slabs were worn but the characters remained clear, testament to the engraving skills of those who carved them.

"These Martial Arts are indeed insidious," Ye Wanlan said lightly, "but truly formidable as well."

Which Martial Artist in the vast Jianghu isn’t pursuing higher cultivation and Martial Arts?

Thus, it’s hard for anyone to resist the temptation of "getting stronger" embodied in these two words.

Even Gui Qing, renowned across Jianghu in his time, still wanted to become stronger and truly make everyone in Jianghu submit to him.

In the end, he succumbed to his inner demons and turned into a merciless Demon.

These slabs even documented a Martial Art known as the "Blood Soul Technique."

This Martial Art required the life, blood, and souls of at least ten thousand people to activate.

Gui Qing alarmed the Six Great Sects when he started slaughtering on his path while cultivating the Blood Soul Technique.

Yan Tingfeng nodded slightly, showing agreement.

"This Martial Art mustn’t remain in the world," Ye Wanlan raised her hand and slowly crushed the stone slab into powder, without any attachment.

Upon witnessing this, Yan Tingfeng’s eyebrows moved slightly, and he smiled, "Xiao Wan isn’t interested in these Martial Arts?"

He had studied some evil Martial Arts as well but didn’t practice them.

"Interested, I am very curious how strong I could become if I practiced it." Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows, "But after practicing such Martial Arts, one doesn’t control them but rather becomes controlled by them. I really dislike such a feeling."

Better to be an ordinary person than a soulless puppet.

Yan Tingfeng’s eyes brightened, as if he had found his lifelong confidant, he suddenly broke into a smile, "Xiao Wan’s words are exactly what I had in mind."

The slow and heavy heart seemed to regain some vitality at this moment, beating steadily and powerfully a few times.

The Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, who had lived for over three hundred years, gently closed his eyes. In the past, he never imagined his heart would beat fiercely for someone.

If anyone had told him back then that he would have feelings, he would have coldly dismissed them.

His childhood experiences guaranteed his cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness, ensuring he couldn’t trust anyone, nor possibly love anyone.

During his teenage years, he frequently had nightmares where everyone abandoned him, leaving him in the abyss, in pain all over.

Daytime thoughts lead to nighttime dreams.

This may have been the deepest-rooted fear in his subconscious, which made him avoid entering extremely close relationships with anyone.

However, the time spent with Ye Wanlan brought a calm joy, neither ecstatic nor sorrowful, yet extraordinarily stable.

This stability occasionally calmed his volatile heart; every time she looked at him, it felt like a gentle breeze followed by the splendid warmth of springtime.

Yan Tingfeng thought, this kind of liking, this kind of love, is what he aspires to and longs for.

Standing beside her, quietly watching was enough for him to feel unprecedented joy.

"Yeah, they’ve all been destroyed." Ye Wanlan brushed the dust from her clothes, "We can leave now, Tingting, let’s go."

Returning to his senses, Yan Tingfeng’s gaze softened, "Alright."

Upon entering the place to find Ye Wanlan, he had already carved a path.

Now that the Magic Power returned to the Mingyue Token, the earthquake had ceased.

After walking for a while, his phone signaled the return of connectivity.

"Beep beep beep——"

The alert sounded, and several group messages popped up.

[Cultured Person]: Sister YN, I’ve already arrived at the Southern Ming Principality. The main team went ahead while I replenished my energy a bit.

[Cultured Person]: If you have any instructions, I will definitely get them done!

[YN]: No instructions; I’m going to play dead next, just act as needed.

[Cultured Person]: ???

Darian Stuart felt a bit mentally exhausted, not living up to the nickname "Cultured Person."

[Ghostbuster Bro]: You’re dense, aren’t you? Don’t you get it? Sister YN is going to play dead; you need to handle the conflicts and issues that arise during her ’death’.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: Sigh, what a waste that you sit in such a high position, even I, who barely interacts with people, understand this!

[Cultured Person]: ...

Darian touched his thick blonde hair, and after finishing the last bite of noodles, he slowly got into the car, heading for the archaeological site of the Mingyue Token.

Upon arrival, he understood what Ye Wanlan meant by "acting as needed."

The crowd was chaotic, occasionally interspersed with angry shouts.

"Move aside! You’re thinking about the Mingyue Token at a time like this?" Professor Xue yelled, "We have to wait for her to wake up first! Doctor! Get here quickly, Doctor!"

Finding Ye Wanlan was entirely unexpected for Jin Wuzheng.

Moreover, when she was rescued, there was only a faint heartbeat, but evidently, she could be saved.

Thus, Jin Wuzheng had no more concern for someone’s fate: "Where’s the Mingyue Token? Search her body first, see where she’s keeping it. Such an important item must be with her at all times!"

A voice sounded behind him: "Right in front of me, bullying a young girl like this, Jin Wuzheng, isn’t that a bit much?"

The tone when saying "young girl" was somewhat odd.

Jin Wuzheng didn’t turn around, opening his mouth to curse, "Do you know who I am? Who is your teacher? Has he taught you manners?!"

After all, he was the president of the Southern Ming Principality Historical Association, with age and status, boasting some influence in the historical area.

Even world cultural heritage personnel younger than him had to show some respect!

Not everyone was a person of considerable rank like Darian Stuart.

At this moment, Darian had already arrived in front of Jin Wuzheng, expressionless: "Are you confirming that you’re talking to me?"