Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 713 Died for Shenzhou! [1st Update]

Chapter 713: 713 Died for Shenzhou! [1st Update]

The smile on the enemy general’s face had not yet disappeared when terror already crawled onto his features.

He shouted a loud command, "Quick—"

The word "retreat" had not even left his lips, before the next moment, Yan Shunhua leapt forward and twisted his neck with his hands.

A crisp "crack" sounded.

Yan Shunhua looked at the blood on the back of his hand and lightly laughed, "So dirty."

He did indeed cherish his appearance.

This group ruined his face, so they must pay the price.

Yan Shunhua casually tossed the head in his hand onto the ground, where it was soon covered by the yellow sand swirling in the air.

He lifted his head to gaze at the thirty thousand troops.

At this moment, the thirty thousand troops unexpectedly retreated in unison, fear filling their eyes.

They could not comprehend how Yan Shunhua, after being hit by their high-tech weapons and deprived of ninety-nine percent of his vitality, could still possess such great strength?

Were all the people of Shenzhou monsters?

Ye Wanlan knew what had happened to Yan Shunhua.

The title of Carefree King was inherited by Yan Shunhua from his father.

The so-called "carefree" did not only mean carefree in the world, but also referred to his elusive martial arts, capricious and free.

Yan Shunhua had casually mentioned to her and Hua Yingyue that the supreme martial technique his father failed to master, he had cultivated to the Ninth Layer.

Yet, this Ninth Layer technique could defeat enemies at a cost of damaging oneself nearly as much, and should only be used as a last resort.

Because once used, there would only be death.

At the time, Yan Shunhua had joked, "If one day King Qin is harmed, I will definitely use this technique to avenge him."

Hua Yingyue, after hearing this, angrily took up a whip and fought with him.

But never did she imagine that his joke would eventually come true.

"Swish—"

The man in his red robe moved like a ghost.

Wherever he went, blood flowed.

His powerful energy surfaced, and his movements were so fast that the enemy troops had no time to use their weapons.

No one knew how much time had passed, until finally, even the last enemy soldier fell to the ground.

The blood and yellow sand merged into one, turning into blood-stained sand.

Yan Shunhua’s hands, dyed red by the blood, had blended with his clothes and could not be distinguished.

The place was still a hundred miles from the border of the Eastern Wilderness.

In life, they couldn’t share a bed; in death, they couldn’t share a grave.

But if they could die for Shenzhou and be buried in their homeland, perhaps in the millennia to come, as the seas change into mulberry fields, they could meet again.

As the last breath escaped him, Yan Shunhua’s body also crumbled to the ground.

A generation’s Carefree King, he died for his country.

Ye Wanlan remained silent, her fingers tightening.

No wonder, no wonder no one ever found Yan Shunhua’s remains.

He had died of old age, that skeleton was at least a hundred years old.

Even if they found his remains, archaeologists would never believe this was the Carefree King who died at age twenty-seven.

Ye Wanlan slowly knelt down, reaching out a hand to cover Yan Shunhua’s eyes.

She whispered, "Brother Yan, rest assured, you are still the most beautiful of the Ning Dynasty, always were, and always will be."

On the wind seemed to come a faint sigh, both relieved and content.

Unconsciously, Ye Wanlan felt the dampness at the corners of her eyes.

Tears fell, soaking the collar.

At the Global Museum Center, everyone including the female professor stared in astonishment at the girl silently shedding tears.

They really couldn’t comprehend why she was crying over such an exquisite ancient fan.

Ye Wanlan blinked gently, her face betraying no expression.

She did not accept the tissue handed to her by a female student to wipe away the tears, simply turned to step off the stage.

Crying is neither shameful nor pitiable.

Everyone feels pain, feels hurt.

The viewing continued, but the atmosphere had already been disrupted.

Many people frequently glanced at Ye Wanlan, scrutinizing her with their eyes.

"I know her, she’s that Ye Wanlan who’s been in the spotlight recently, but I can’t understand why she’s crying?"

"Those Shenzhou people are always so peculiar, crying over a fan."

"Exactly, this fan is so beautiful, with Fu Guang’s poem on it. According to historical records, the Carefree King, Yan Shunhua, was proficient in singing and dancing, so this fan must symbolize the flourishing Shenzhou."

"I can’t be wrong, we are all so happy and excited, yet she, a person from Shenzhou, acts like she’s mourning, making it—"

The words got stuck in his throat.

The speaker suddenly felt something gripping his throat, making it difficult to breathe, each breath coming in gasps.

Everyone else fell silent at once, because they saw a pair of blue eyes.

As clear and boundless as the sea.

But now, those ocean-blue eyes were deep and cold, as if a tempest was brewing, ready to unleash thunder and lightning.

A few students from Shenzhou University were startled and instinctively stepped back.

Ye Wanlan withdrew her gaze, suppressing her intense hostility and murderous intent.

She closed her eyes, her lashes trembling.

No one would know, and perhaps no one ever will.

Those events recorded in history were witnessed by someone.

But that Battle of Ten Thousand Armies, too many were buried.

The world would not know how the Four Directions Nobility died, nor what the Six Great Sects sacrificed in this war, or what Emperor Yongshun said to his ministers before hanging himself.

Because there were so few survivors, the historical records merely had a simple summary—

In the Shenzhou Calendar year 1732 during the Yongshun Period, an unknown force invaded, the Four Directions Nobility, Six Great Sects and eight hundred vassals died to protect the Shenzhou Land Continent, Princess Jingan was quartered, Emperor Yongshun committed seppuku to protect the people, Princess Yongle burned herself to death with the enemy, the Ning Dynasty was annihilated.

It was known as, the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies.

Events not recorded in history will not be remembered by future generations.

But she is different.

She had seen the blood, heard the lamentations.

She is Princess Yongning, she cannot forget, and dare not.

"Wanlan?" The female student caught up, looking at her with some concern, "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "I just thought of something during the filming of ’Treasures of The Divine Land’, lost in thought for a moment."

"Treasures of The Divine Land" had already reached its tenth episode, with two more to go.

The audience was reluctant for it to end, yet eagerly anticipating the finale.

"Treasures of The Divine Land was shot so well, and that ’Flourishing Divine Land’ poem you wrote, Wanlan." The female student became excited, "Especially the narrative of each historical figure, but the part about the Ning Dynasty’s downfall missed many people."

"Yes." Ye Wanlan suddenly smiled, "But I think it will soon be supplemented."

She closed her eyes again, her thoughts racing.

She had already encountered many old acquaintances, even seeing the Master of Highest Heaven Tower multiple times.

Yet there was no sign of Rong Shi in any scene she witnessed.

Head of Great Purity, Rong Shi...

Half an hour later, the viewing ended.

The female professor clapped, "Now, we will seal the Flowing Cloud Fan, prepare for tomorrow’s global exhibition, next, please follow me to the artifact restoration area to learn relevant knowledge."

The group moved forward in a grand procession, Ye Wanlan among them.

Yet at that moment, a sudden alarm blared.

"Beep beep beep!"

Everyone was startled, bewildered.

Someone with sharp eyes exclaimed in horror, "The, the Flowing Cloud Fan?"

The Flowing Cloud Fan, just placed inside the glass case, had vanished!

Ye Wanlan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Even she hadn’t sensed the disappearance of the Flowing Cloud Fan...

Was it truly taken, or was this all a staged act?

"Tap tap tap—"

Footsteps rang out, and the museum guards broke in.

With the Flowing Cloud Fan stolen, they, as the last group to see it, were the prime suspects.

The students were a bit panicked, facing this situation for the first time.

"Everyone, don’t panic." The female professor remained calm, "Routine inspection, if you’re not the culprits, nothing will happen."

"No one is allowed to leave, submit to inspection!" The Chief Guard’s gaze swept across the hall, finally settling on the exchange students from Yunjing University, "Take these people from Shenzhou aside!"

"Yes!"