Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 674 See you again, King of Yan! [2 more]

Chapter 674: 674 See you again, King of Yan! [2 more]

The voice seemed to come from the depths of the clouds, ethereal and elusive.

Ye Wanlan’s expression changed instantly.

Even three hundred years ago, not many people called her Her Royal Highness the Princess because she rarely used her real appearance when she went out in disguise.

Given her identity and status at the time, if she didn’t disguise herself, her whereabouts would be exposed.

Moreover, now, three hundred years have passed, and things have changed so much—who would directly call her like that?

The voice lingered by her ear, sorrowful and mournful: "I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

Ye Wanlan suddenly stiffened!

She turned back sharply to discover that she was the only person left in this nearly deserted Mount Penglai.

Earlier, she had clearly been walking side by side with Yan Tingfeng, yet at this moment, she couldn’t find Yan Tingfeng’s figure at all.

It seemed that in the entire world, only she existed, and... this mysterious voice.

Using Penglai’s art and method, Ye Wanlan couldn’t determine whether she’d been drawn into some illusionary realm.

But indeed, Mount Penglai had formations everywhere, because when the Mountain Protection Array wasn’t activated, it was just an ordinary mountain, with not even disciples guarding the mountain gate.

Thus, some Jianghu people harbored ill intentions, wanting to enter Mount Penglai to seek spiritual elixirs. After successfully entering the mountain, they would feel secretly pleased.

But entering the mountain was easy, ascending it was hard, with formations everywhere. Even a simple illusion technique could permanently trap those who climbed the mountain until they turned into skeletons.

In the past hundreds of years, only three people managed to truly reach the top of Mount Penglai without the guidance of Penglai disciples.

One of them was the Master of Highest Heaven Tower, who was originally the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, possessing the strength of Jianghu’s No.1. For him, ascending Mount Penglai was naturally not problematic.

The second was Sword Saint Xie Linyuan, whose martial arts had reached the pinnacle. He could also break through formations with one sword, specifically the Eighth Sword of the Heavenly Movements Nine Swords, "One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws," a move created specifically against arts and methods.

The third was her brother, Yan Wang He Jia, Peerless in Both Spear and Sword, who carried the internal cultivation techniques of the Xiang Imperial Family, possessing unfathomable strength.

If one’s strength didn’t match these three, it was impossible to reach the top of Mount Penglai, let alone take sacred herbs out.

On this path to the mountain, the trees were lush and verdant, yet unknown were the number of skeletons accumulated beneath the soil.

Ye Wanlan’s gaze was calm as she continued forward, attempting to locate the source of the voice.

However, this voice seemed to come from all directions, as if tens of thousands were calling her name together.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

"Dong, dong, dong—"

There was the sound of a tolling bell, and Ye Wanlan suddenly felt a needle-like pain piercing her brain.

This pain penetrated deep into her mind, forcing her to stop and breathe heavily.

When the bell’s sound dissipated and Ye Wanlan raised her head again, the scene changed.

It was still Mount Penglai, but not the time and space she had stepped into, rather three hundred years prior.

In front of her eyes was the massive Penglai Holy Hall, with a giant statue before the hall, faceless, yet judging by the figure, it was a woman.

Legend says this woman was an ancestor who founded Mount Penglai, but she disappeared after it was built.

Some say she broke through the Heavenly Moat and became an Immortal.

Others say her life came to an end, and she transformed and returned.

In memory of this female ancestor, Mount Penglai elects a Saintess every hundred years to inherit Mount Penglai’s leadership.

Ye Wanlan hadn’t had time to see which year she had arrived in when a soft voice fell.

"Why has Lord Yan come here?"

Yan Wang He Jia!

Behind the statue, below the stone steps, stood a tall and upright man.

He wore no armor nor carried a sword, dressed in black attire fluttering in the wind.

This attire was more like that of a Jianghu hero.

Ye Wanlan was taken aback.

Why would He Jia appear on Mount Penglai?

What year is this?

"This king knows you can summon back the Dead Soul." He Jia shook his clothes and took out a medicine bottle, "This is the heart’s blood of this king and His Majesty."

Upon hearing this, the entire Penglai Holy Hall fell into deathly silence.

"..."

Ye Wanlan’s heart was also shaken: "Father, Prince Brother..."

She had never doubted the love Ning Zhaozong and He Jia had for her.

Yet she never expected that after her death, they would use their heart’s blood to summon her soul.

How noble an emperor is; to say nothing of a drop of blood, even a strand of hair is imbued with much fortune and virtue.

The flesh and skin are inherited from one’s parents.

The extraction of heart’s blood would accordingly consume fortune and virtue.

Evidently, the people of Mount Penglai never expected Ning Zhaozong and Yan Wang would do such a thing.

After a very long silence, an elderly voice finally spoke up.

"Please, Lord Prince Yan, follow this elder."

He Jia stored the jade bottle and walked slowly into the hall.

Ye Wanlan set her thoughts aside and followed.

It turned out this was what happened after her death, and such events would never be recorded in history books.

During the Ning Dynasty period, there was no saying of "speaking not of ghosts or spirits"; arts and methods were supported by the Imperial Court.

After all, even Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng was a practitioner of the Dao.

Inside the hall was an elder with hair and beard both silver-white.

Just by his appearance, one could not determine his actual age.

This was the Penglai elder.

It was said his age far exceeded that of Yue Zheng, and before the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies, he had passed away two years prior.

"Heaven feels gratitude for His Majesty and Lord Prince Yan’s profound affection." The Penglai elder nodded slowly, "But to forcibly summon back Princess Yongning’s soul, have you considered the price you’ll pay?"

He Jia remained calm, not even a brow raised: "Naturally."

The Penglai elder no longer persuaded and sat cross-legged, starting to perform the ritual.

Princess Yongning’s fortune and virtue were too profound; summoning her soul was far from an ordinary spirit communication.

Without Ning Zhaozong and Yan Wang’s blood as a medium, the Summoning Spirit Array couldn’t even be activated.

He Jia also sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and waiting silently.

Nobody knew how long passed, but suddenly there was a "crack"!

Nine copper coins broke in the middle and subsequently fell to the ground.

This scene shocked the seven elders of Mount Penglai.

"I’m sorry, Lord Prince Yan." The Penglai elder sighed softly, "We cannot summon back Her Royal Highness the Princess’s soul; her soul no longer exists in this world."

He Jia’s expression changed instantly, and the atmosphere grew tense.

The pressure radiated by this leader of the Four Directions Nobility made the seven elders of Mount Penglai fall to the ground, their expressions filled with horror.

One must know that He Jia was only twenty-two years old.

So young, yet so powerful.

He Jia asked with an extremely calm voice: "What do you mean by not in this world? Xiao Lan’s first seven days haven’t even passed yet."

Though he asked calmly, Ye Wanlan could see his fingers tremble.

He Jia was not a man of words and usually kept a cold face without any emotion.

But in reality, his heart was warmer than anyone else’s.

"Not in this world can be interpreted in two ways." Even the Penglai elder found it surprisingly unexplainable, "One is that at the moment Her Royal Highness the Princess died, her soul dispersed; the second is—"

The pressure from He Jia intensified: "Speak."