Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 719 It’s been a long time, Shunhua [1 update]

Chapter 719: 719 It’s been a long time, Shunhua [1 update]

The news of the emerging of the Flowing Cloud Fan has not been officially announced, but due to its sudden theft, the information has spread rapidly.

Archaeologists can only deduce that the Flowing Cloud Fan belonged to the Carefree King Yan Shunhua, and the Fu Guang Poem on the fan surface elevated its cultural value to the highest.

They also inferred from existing historical data that Yan Shunhua must have entrusted Princess Yongning to obtain a poem from Fu Guang.

Therefore, the Flowing Cloud Fan is also evidence of the deep friendship between Princess Yongning and Fu Guang.

But others who know some inside information won’t think this way.

To the masked old woman and her people, the Flowing Cloud Fan is a great tool for increasing cultivation.

Therefore, Ye Wanlan needs to send the Flowing Cloud Fan back to Shenzhou quickly to eliminate these external threats.

The masked old woman came so quickly, it seems she had been lurking from the moment she entered the Si Family.

"What a glib little girl," the masked old woman’s expression turned cold, "I know you have some skills, but I am over two 60-years older than you. Even if you don’t hand it over today, you will!"

"Over two 60-years?" Ye Wanlan smiled, "I couldn’t tell, because your age is more befitting of a beast."

Just two sentences ignited the masked old woman’s fury to the maximum.

Her figure was hunched, but her movements were very agile, directly raising a palm to attack Ye Wanlan.

"Boom!"

Ye Wanlan instantly dodged, the fierce palm wind swept past from above, coming within an inch of her body.

This palm also allowed Ye Wanlan to assess the strength of the masked old woman.

She provoked the masked old woman to gauge the opponent’s true cultivation.

At the same time, she confirmed the opponent’s origin.

Ye Wanlan glanced at the fallen wall: "A traitor from the Supernatural Affairs Office."

The employees of the Supernatural Affairs Office deal with spiritual bodies worldwide and handle various supernatural events.

They practice not Shenzhou Taoism Technique, but also belong to Spirit Summoning Technique.

"Oh?" The masked old woman was somewhat surprised, "Young, with not only skills but also knowledge. Then you should understand that facing me, you utterly stand no chance."

Ye Wanlan said nothing, but slowly drew a sword from behind.

"Cold weapon?" The masked old woman laughed, "Only you outdated People of Shenzhou still use swords; today, I’ll teach you the rules of the new world!"

She let out a long whistle, Spiritualism Power surged ferociously towards Ye Wanlan.

Ye Wanlan neither moved nor attacked, only defended with the sword.

After just a few bouts, the masked old woman forced Ye Wanlan into a deserted forest.

From beginning to end, Ye Wanlan used no attacks.

At this moment, the masked old woman finally realized something was wrong.

Though progressing in battle, with Ye Wanlan constantly retreating, from the start she was entirely under the control of this little girl.

Both attack and retreat, within Ye Wanlan’s calculations!

Even now, the masked old woman still didn’t believe Ye Wanlan’s abilities could surpass hers.

But anomalies must have explanations; if Ye Wanlan had some hidden card, she would suffer greatly.

Without hesitation, the masked old woman retracted her fist and turned away.

Though unable to obtain the Flowing Cloud Fan today, this little girl couldn’t keep it forever; more others awaited to hunt her.

When others fought till exhaustion, she’d emerge the final beneficiary.

However, it was too late.

Something clung to the masked old woman’s feet, immobilizing her, preventing retreat or advance.

"Quick reflex," Ye Wanlan said coolly, "No wonder you’re over two 60-years my senior."

Though always retreating, she had actually been arranging formations.

The masked old woman incredulously watched the golden light gripping her legs and gasped, "You know Art and Method?!"

If she knew Art and Method, why use cold weapons?

In a flash, the masked old woman suddenly comprehended everything: "You’re playing the pig to eat the tiger!"

"Playing the pig to eat the tiger?" Ye Wanlan’s sword had touched her throat, smiling without smiling, "At this moment, you still think yourself a tiger, over two 60-years, you’ve only increased self-confidence?"

"You—" The masked old woman just opened her mouth, but after uttering a word, could produce no sound.

Ye Wanlan coldly swung the sword, her movements crisp and neat, killing with one strike.

Facing enemies, she’d never give them time to counterattack.

Giving an extra second jeopardized oneself.

But suddenly!

"Swish—Boom!"

A crack exploded beside her ears, Ye Wanlan couldn’t dodge, was knocked back over ten meters by the wind-ensnared power.

She thrust the Shadow Trailing Sword into the ground, offsetting the great impact.

Ye Wanlan’s breath was hurried, her vigor disrupted significantly.

"Haha..." A chuckling voice echoed leisurely, "What a thrilling lion-hare battle, but your Shenzhou has an old saying: mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the Huang Que behind."

The second person appeared.

A young man, holding a Spiritual Artifact, a ball resembling a crystal ball, shimmering with deep purple light.

Yet Ye Wanlan knew judging true age by appearance was the least reliable.

Especially those with Spiritual Abilities, they have means to freeze youth.

The young man advanced two steps, raised his hand, and pierced his fingers directly through the girl’s left shoulder.

"Zhi—"

The sound of flesh tearing, blood gushed like a spring, yet Ye Wanlan didn’t even let out a groan.

The young man frowned.

He originally intended not to kill Ye Wanlan, merely to take away the Flowing Cloud Fan.

Yet such stubbornness, if not killed today, would inevitably lead to severe consequences.

Thinking thus, intense killing intent arose in the young man’s eyes.

At this moment, Ye Wanlan suddenly laughed: "How do you know whether I’m not the Huang Que but the cicada?"

"You’re the Huang Que?" The young man seemed amused by the remark, "Then tell me, how you are this Huang Que?"

He deliberately waited for the fight between Ye Wanlan and the masked old woman to conclude before appearing, intending to reap the fisherman’s benefit.

Facts confirmed his decision was correct.

The masked old woman was dead, this Shenzhou girl severely injured, with no resistance left against him.

He needed only a flick of his finger to end her life!

Ye Wanlan seemed entirely indifferent to her bodily pain, her expression calm.

Blood flowed faster with her breaths.

The Flowing Cloud Fan, tainted before by Yan Shunhua’s blood, with Golden Silkworm Silk on the fan’s surface dyed slightly crimson.

Now, Ye Wanlan’s blood fell drop by drop onto the fan surface, even the Soft Iron was coated with a layer of blood color.

Brilliantly red, shockingly glaring.

Suddenly, the young man’s expression shifted dramatically!

Not because of Ye Wanlan’s composure, but a majestic Power descending!

"Buzzing—"

The space trembled, eardrums quivered.

At this moment, the white Flowing Cloud Fan was entirely bloodstained.

The fan surface turned red, yet the Fu Guang Poem written in ink remained visible, even clearer.

The young man couldn’t tell where the majestic Power originated but realized he had to swiftly end matters, he shouted angrily: "I don’t care what tricks you used, die here!"

His right hand extracted from Ye Wanlan’s left shoulder, this time directly reaching for her heart.

Soon he’d be able to...

"Snap!"

A crisp sound, the young man’s wrist bone was grasped, his hand only an inch from Ye Wanlan’s left chest.

Yet a tremendous Power confined him, hindering any further move.

What on earth was happening?!

Ye Wanlan exhaled slowly, raising her head.

Long time no see.

Shunhua.