Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 792 Three hundred years later, they still met again [2nd update]

Chapter 792: 792 Three hundred years later, they still met again [2nd update]

Yan Tingfeng’s body suddenly shook, as if struck by lightning, and he was immobilized on the spot.

Beside him, both Rong Qi and the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family saw these eight characters, but they were somewhat puzzled.

"May I ask the Tower Master, what do these eight characters left by the ancestors mean?" the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family asked cautiously, "Does it perhaps refer to an enemy, or is it about a method of salvation?"

Yan Tingfeng, however, showed no reaction.

His fingers clutched the paper with such force that the tips turned white.

Rong Qi noticed he was trembling violently, almost unable to keep his balance, and was filled with shock.

What could these eight characters possibly signify that they could cause the Supreme Martial Arts Master, Jianghu’s No.1, who had lived for more than three hundred years, to lose his composure like this?

Rong Qi did not know.

Only Yan Tingfeng knew what kind of shocking waves were surging in his heart at the moment.

The waves surged hundreds of feet high, crashing one after another, shaking his entire being from mind to body, resonating even in his eardrums.

In that instant, he could neither hear nor see anything else, leaving only one person’s figure before his eyes—

Ye Wanlan.

Everyone else called her Ah Lan, so he wanted to call her Xiao Wan.

He never liked being the same as others; his personality was eccentric, violent, unpredictable, always desiring something unique.

Yan Tingfeng never thought he would like anyone.

The very first time he saw Ye Wanlan while fully clear-headed, undeniably, his first thought was to kill her.

Because he saw in her something very similar to himself—

Ambition, desire, violence, murderous intent...

People always tend to dislike those who resemble themselves, yet in the process of growing up, they become what they once disliked.

Ultimately, it was because he loathed himself too much.

He hated that he couldn’t save Shenzhou, and hated his own powerlessness.

But Ye Wanlan was still different from him.

Though she had strong self-destructive tendencies, she was like a powerful and resilient vine, slowly climbing towards the sun.

This emotion of hers affected him, rekindling a sense of vitality and hope long lost.

During the time they spent together, he found himself irresistibly attracted to her, further sensing her intense ambition and desire for power.

But that wasn’t what drew him the most; what captivated him was that everything she did wasn’t just for herself, or even for those around her, but for all of Shenzhou.

She founded the Pulling the Sky Company, saving the long-lost culture of Shenzhou.

She accompanied archaeological teams into various uninhabited areas, saving the buried history of Shenzhou.

She single-handedly cleansed the Five Great Families, saving the martial arts heritage that had been passed down to the present.

Many times, he wondered how there could be such a person, accomplishing unimaginable feats before the age of twenty?

What was it about her heart that was so unbreakable?

Yet if she was indeed the Princess Yongning who entered the East Palace as a girl of ten, then everything made sense.

Ye Wanlan was too mysterious, and even after experiencing nine hundred and ninety-nine cycles, she still far exceeded his expectations.

Lost martial arts, she knew, lost acupuncture techniques, she also knew, ancient artefacts unrecognized by others, she could identify their age at a glance...

With all of these, Yan Tingfeng’s suspicions grew, but whether from the Rong Family or the Romanov Family, all told him that the dead could not be resurrected.

Even if Shenzhou saw a second emergence of the Ziwei Star, it would not be the early-deceased Princess Yongning.

But Yan Tingfeng did not completely dismiss his doubts. Upon returning to Shenzhou, he attempted to test Ye Wanlan.

Although he had never met Princess Yongning, he had gathered considerable information about her.

Unfortunately, no matter how he probed, Ye Wanlan showed no reaction.

Rather than fall into despair, it was better never to give oneself hope in the first place.

So Yan Tingfeng dismissed the thought, until Rong Shi led him to the Rong Family’s Back Mountain.

He looked at the note in his hand, his arms trembling violently.

Indeed, aside from Princess Yongning, there really wasn’t a second person in this world who knew how to use the Shence Spear Technique, Heavenly Music Method, Taiyi Acupuncture Technique, and Penglai Magic.

Nor was there a second person who could effortlessly integrate the Cold Style, Fu Style, and Yongning Body.

Because she was indeed Princess Yongning, apprentice to Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng, and close friend of the poet Fu Guang.

If she did not know, who else would?

No wonder she was so attached to the relics of the King of Yan, and no wonder she exhausted her strength to save the refugees at sea.

Princess Yongning, obedient to heaven’s will, adhered to the will of the people.

She possessed the highest authority but willingly dealt with the epidemic for the sake of the people.

Yan Tingfeng suddenly remembered the beginning of their acquaintance long ago, in that narrow counseling room at Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School, when Rong Yu asked her if she had someone she liked.

Back then, she said the one she liked was the Master of Highest Heaven Tower, who was long dead.

Even though at the time he discerned that she was merely finding an excuse, thinking back on it now, his heart was overwhelmingly joyful.

"So it was you..." Yan Tingfeng slowly closed his fingers around the paper, holding it in his palm, his voice barely audible, "It really was you."

Crystalline tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, landing with a "splash" on the ground.

"Tower Master, you..." the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family exclaimed in shock, "You... are crying?"

According to Jianghu’s history, the Master of Highest Heaven Tower had no name, because he was ensnared in endless pursuits from birth.

This pursuit lasted three years, until his parents, exhausted, were killed by their enemies, leaving only the three-year-old boy.

Even then, he did not cry; his beautiful eyes held only an intense hatred and murderous look against his enemies.

It was precisely this deep-seated enmity that drove the boy to master unrivaled martial arts, and at the age of ten, after killing his first enemy, a whole six years of massacre forged the feared Supreme Martial Arts Master.

Who had seen this Jianghu No.1 person shed tears all these years?

Even at the end of the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies, where the Master of Highest Heaven Tower bled all his blood, he would never shed a single tear.

Yet what happened next was even more shocking.

"Pfft—" Yan Tingfeng suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

Judging by the color, it was heart’s blood!

Not to mention a large mouthful, even a single drop would heavily deplete one’s essence.

"Tower Master!" Both Rong Qi and the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family were thrown into chaos, "Please hold on, I’ll get Palace Master Yun Qing at once!"

They were vaguely able to judge that Yan Tingfeng’s continued existence was already a strong crossbow, a candle in the wind.

Yet none of them were prepared to accept the fact that Yan Tingfeng might die.

To the Rong Family, Yan Tingfeng was their backbone.

"No matter." But Yan Tingfeng smiled, his brows relaxed, lips curling in a gentle smile, "I am happy."

He was truly very happy.

For him, no news was better than knowing Princess Yongning was still in Shenzhou.

If Princess Yongning didn’t die, Daning wouldn’t perish.

Then, as long as she was there, he believed that even if old enemies returned, they could be dealt with.

With Princess Yongning present, he finally felt unburdened, with nothing left to hold on to.

Why wouldn’t he be happy?

He was terribly happy.

Rong Qi and the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family watched in shock as this young white-haired man laughed like a madman.

After a long time, Yan Tingfeng stopped laughing.

He lifted his head, deepening his smile, and lightly uttered the title that had been pressed against his lips for who knows how long: "Princess."

So, after three hundred years, they finally met again.