Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 673 Her Royal Highness the Princess, you have finally arrived [1st update]

Chapter 673: 673 Her Royal Highness the Princess, you have finally arrived [1st update]

"Old man, why are you being so sudden?" Xing Yue was startled, she covered her ears, "How can you be so reckless at your age?"

But the Master of the Penglai Observatory had no mood to bicker with Xing Yue at this moment. He quickly stepped forward, "I... I saw a woman’s soul in here!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Tingfeng’s eyes suddenly opened wide, and his gaze fell sharply on the Mingyue Token.

Although Beiming Arts and Penglai Magic both originate from Shenzhou Taoism Technique and share the same roots, their applications are completely different.

Penglai Magic can see "life," but Beiming Arts sees "death."

Life and death stand as black and white, completely opposing forces.

Therefore, the Master of the Penglai Observatory can perceive the female Prime Minister Shen Mingshu’s soul within the Mingyue Token, though he cannot see it.

"There seems to be a soul’s presence," Xing Yue scratched her head, "but I can’t tell whose soul it is."

"Oh... I examined it carefully again, the attire is that of a Chancellor’s clothes from the Ning Dynasty Period!" The Master of the Penglai Observatory only felt a wave of dizziness,

Xing Yue blurted out, "Then isn’t the soul residing in this jade that of Minister Shen?!"

"Such keen eyes." Ye Wanlan’s expression remained calm as she smiled, raising her brow. "I could only sense there might be a soul within, but did not know whose it was, which is why I thought of bringing this item here."

"It’s truly incredible!" The Master of the Penglai Observatory tugged on his beard, inhaling sharply once more, "I didn’t expect Minister Shen’s soul to be preserved so completely."

The soul, of course, truly exists, but this name was given by practitioners of art.

From a scientific perspective, after a person dies, they haven’t completely disappeared, but have merely transformed the particles that constitute them.

If there is birth, there must be death.

With the birth of new souls, the old souls should also return to the heaven and earth.

So-called reincarnation does not actually mean a soul continuously reincarnating.

Because once a soul disperses, it merges with the heaven and earth, and though new souls are born from the cosmos, they bear no resemblance to the old ones.

This is the true reincarnation.

Energy does not disappear out of thin air nor appear from nothing, but continues to circulate endlessly.

The Master of the Penglai Observatory said slowly, "After a person dies, their soul can remain in the world for a brief moment, but at most only seven days."

This is also the origin of the so-called "seven days."

Psychics will also perform spirit communication within these seven days, asking the deceased about past events.

But if it exceeds seven days, the spirit communication ceremony can continue, but it requires the psychic to use substantial spiritualism power to retain the deceased soul during communication.

"I am aware of this," Ye Wanlan nodded, "After seven days, the soul will gradually disperse and return to chaos."

"Indeed." The Master of the Penglai Observatory’s beard was trembling, "So someone managing to keep Minister Shen’s soul preserved in the Mingyue Token, not only has deep foresight but also extremely high cultivation!"

Yan Tingfeng’s eyes narrowed slightly, rapidly searching his mind for matching individuals.

Ultimately, a name stood still in his thoughts—

Great Master of the Daning, Han Yunsheng.

"However, holding a soul for too long goes against the Heavenly Dao." The Master of the Penglai Observatory sighed repeatedly, "I fear this person has paid an immense price!"

Ye Wanlan’s lashes lowered, her fingers by her side gradually curling tighter.

For the future of Shenzhou, Han Yunsheng had sacrificed so greatly.

Her sense of unease wasn’t unfounded; her teacher, Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng, might... indeed never return.

What made Ye Wanlan feel even more suffocated was the realization that even if she retraced the steps of the past, she couldn’t find the slightest trace of Han Yunsheng.

Crumbling bones into sand, shattered soul.

"It’s all thanks to Ah Lan for bringing back the Mingyue Token," after listening, Xing Yue felt a lingering fear. "If it had been taken by the people of the Southern Ming Principality and their geniuses discovered Minister Shen’s soul, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"Absolutely, absolutely." The Master of the Penglai Observatory stroked his beard, "However, I see Minister Shen’s soul is very weak, its power drained, it must be nourished quickly, or once the power completely disappears, Minister Shen’s soul will cease to exist."

Ye Wanlan clasped her hands, "Thank the Master."

"Ah, speaking of thanks, this isn’t worth mentioning," The Master of the Penglai Observatory waved his hand, "I am a person of Shenzhou, so it’s only right I do my utmost for Shenzhou."

"Old man, how long would it take to nourish, for Minister Shen’s soul to fully recover?" Xing Yue was curious, "Do I need to prepare some magic artifacts?"

"Absolutely necessary." The Master of the Penglai Observatory sighed again, "Actually, if there was the Summoning God Banner, it wouldn’t be so troublesome."

The Summoning God Banner also summons the power of heaven and earth, and since the soul originates here, the Summoning God Banner can instantly make the soul’s energy replenish.

"The Ocean Stabilizing Pearl has already appeared in the world, so surely the Summoning God Banner and Vajra Cover will appear as well sooner or later." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "Because I always believe in the resolute men of three hundred years ago."

Upon hearing this, Yan Tingfeng’s lashes slightly fluttered.

"Friend Ye speaks right." The Master of the Penglai Observatory’s expression slightly tensed, "I better set up a formation first to ensure Minister Shen’s soul gets the maximum recovery."

**

Penglai Observatory is located at the foot of Mount Penglai, and it’s frequented by many worshippers for burning incense daily.

The bustling scene in front of the observatory contrasts sharply with the tranquility of the mountain, hard to imagine this mist-shrouded mountain was once the fairyland-like Mount Penglai.

Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"The power of the formation here is slowly weakening." Ye Wanlan crouched down, bit her fingertip, and let a drop of blood drip into it, "Not sure why the Penglai Saintess three hundred years ago activated the Mountain Protection Array, but since it was activated, there must be a reason."

Yan Tingfeng chuckled and nodded, "Xiao Wan intends to reinforce this formation?"

"Yes." Ye Wanlan replied, "But before that, I need to go into the mountain to explore a bit, I believe there must be something important left behind."

Even Yan Tingfeng doesn’t know exactly what the Penglai Saintess Yue Zheng left behind.

Because when Yue Zheng and Xing Yun sacrificed themselves to hold off the invading army, he and Rong Shi were also hastily preparing the great formation.

Yan Tingfeng exhaled softly, watching as Ye Wanlan entered at the weakest point of the formation, he followed suit, stepping in.

"Whoosh—"

Instantly, the mist dispersed, revealing clarity.

It was not as barren as seen from the outside, nor was it gray and bleak.

The sounds of birds singing, flowers blooming, lush greenery, bridges with flowing water, a hidden paradise.

Ye Wanlan was slightly stunned.

Year after year, the flowers remain similar, the scenes here differ little from three hundred years ago.

Entering here made one truly know what the Penglai Fairyland depicted in the books looked like.

"So this is how it is." Ye Wanlan said, "The Mountain Protection Array not only prevents outsiders from entering but also creates an illusion to confuse the senses of the outsiders."

Yan Tingfeng acknowledged with a hum, "Presumably Mount Beiming is the same."

The two continued forward.

This is the base of Mount Penglai, while the mountaintop is where Penglai disciples practice daily.

Mystical mist shrouded, water vapor permeated.

A ghostly voice settled at this time, laden with wistful longing.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess, you have finally come..."