Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 255 Great Purity Pulse Revealed! All About Sister Lan’s Connections [1 Update]

Chapter 255: 255 Great Purity Pulse Revealed! All About Sister Lan’s Connections [1 Update]

Indeed, Rong Qi had been forced into a corner.

But it was also because "Treasures of The Divine Land" was a program heavy with historical significance, not a purely entertaining program with no significant contribution to cultural dissemination.

In his helplessness, he had decided to shoot and record this program, honoring his inner reverence.

Despite many secrets of divination that couldn’t be made public, it was not solely about predicting major future events but also included observing the stars to forecast the weather and diagnosing illnesses for people.

Rong Qi knew well what could be revealed and what could not.

"Mr. Rong, hello, hello," the director became even more enthusiastic, "Welcome to our ’Treasures of The Divine Land’ team. When the time comes, I’ll give you the script and other documents."

Rong Qi nodded: "All right, I have no issue."

Producer Liu’s hands trembled, looking at the director with disbelief: "Are... are you really this calm?"

This was Rong ah!

Not just any common surname!

Upon hearing the surname "Rong," Producer Liu’s legs had gone weak, and he was about to ask the director for support when he saw with wide eyes that the director had already gone up to Rong Qi and started chatting and laughing.

"Why shouldn’t I be calm?" the director was genuinely perplexed, "Losing my composure in front of Mr. Rong would be... Wait, Mr. Rong?!"

Rong Qi nodded again: "Hmm?"

The director’s voice shot up: "The Rong with ’hole’ as the radical?"

Rong Qi nodded.

With a "clang," the director’s head tilted, and he fell over.

Ye Wanlan had foreseen this and quickly pulled over a nearby empty chair. Just as the director was about to fall to the ground, she placed it behind him.

Producer Liu’s face was expressionless.

So it wasn’t calmness, but a long reaction time.

He looked at the director with slight distaste, while patting his chest to steady the fast pounding of his heart.

Let him take his time.

Five minutes later, the director slowly came to. He rubbed his head and murmured, "Just now, I think I shook hands with Mr. Rong. Ah, why do I keep having such dreams? It must be because I’ve been thinking too much during the day."

Rong Qi was sitting beside him and, hearing this, the veins on his forehead tensed slightly.

"It’s not a dream, old buddy," said Producer Liu, who had already started drinking hot tea, "You just passed out, everyone saw."

The director’s smile froze on his face and after three seconds, he shot up: "Our program team really invited the young master from the Rong Family?!"

Rong Qi felt the director was somewhat unreliable and began to worry about the future shooting. He turned his head, trying to struggle once more: "Father, I think—"

"No, you don’t think," Rong Jingqiu covered his mouth in one swift motion, "Why bother with others so much? Just follow Ah Lan; she’s smart, and you won’t find it difficult to converse with someone of low intelligence."

The director: "..."

He felt he had been insulted.

Rong Yu: "..."

Forget it, he was used to being scorned.

"Director, Producer Liu, this is Rong Qi, the next heir of the Rong Family," spoke up Ye Wanlan, "I think with him here, the program can definitely reach new heights."

"Definitely! Of course definitely!" the director buzzed with excitement, rubbing his hands together like a fly, "The Great Purity Pulse! This is the Great Purity Pulse; I have long wished to experience it."

Rong Qi pondered for a moment: "We can start now."

He lifted his finger, gesturing for the director to stretch out his hand.

The director extended his right hand.

Rong Qi placed his fingers on the director’s pulse and after three seconds, asked, "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know everything!" the director said with excitement, "Whatever you say, I’ll listen."

Rong Qi: "..."

He wasn’t much of a talker.

Rong Yu was quick to notice and passed over paper and pen: "Big brother, here!"

Rong Qi took them and began to write down the fortunes and misfortunes, the twists and turns of life events, that he predicted for the director through pulsology.

Seeing Ye Wanlan intently watching Rong Qi take the pulse and write, Yan Tingfeng raised an eyebrow slightly: "Does Xiao Wan want to learn the Great Purity Pulse?"

Ye Wanlan shook her head slightly, a faint smile on her face: "No, I prefer a future that’s not completely transparent. If everything is clear, then there would be no fun."

"Xiao Wan speaks wisely," Yan Tingfeng’s eyelashes cast down, "Being too clever can be harmful, seeing everything too clearly isn’t always a good thing."

The more proficient and profound one’s mastery of the Great Purity Pulse, the shorter one’s lifespan would become, and the body would gradually deteriorate.

This was the case with the former Sect Leader of the Great Purity Sect, Rong Shi. At the young age of twenty-five, he had already contracted tuberculosis.

This was because probing into the secrets of heaven always incurred a backlash, and if one went further to meddle with and change others’ karma, a price had to be paid.

Rong Shi had dedicated his entire life to Shenzhou.

In order to figure out the last surviving path for Shenzhou, he too fell just before dawn arrived.

Ye Wanlan’s voice was light, "They say that the Great Purity Pulse can communicate the forces of the five elements and yin and yang between heaven and earth, and only with this can one see the past and the future. But what if I don’t believe in destiny?"

Three hundred years ago, Ning Zhaozong also wanted to send her to the Great Purity Sect to study the Great Purity Pulse.

After all, the Great Purity Pulse does not require inner strength, it relies solely on talent.

However, she believed that her fate was entirely in her own hands and had nothing to do with heaven and earth.

No matter how high the heavens or how vast the earth, they have no right to determine her destiny.

"Don’t believe in destiny?" Yan Tingfeng repeated softly, then suddenly smiled, "Then Little Wan and I do have a lot in common. I also don’t believe in destiny."

Heaven wanted to destroy Shenzhou, but even if he had to sleep for three hundred years and sacrifice his life, he would defy this heavenly decree.

"Hey, what are you whispering about?" Rong Yu leaned in and asked, "Can I listen?"

Yan Tingfeng looked at him lightly and said, "We’re saying that you’re getting smarter."

Rong Yu was taken aback, "I don’t believe it. You’re definitely calling me an idiot in your mind."

After a meal was over, the director received the much-anticipated "diagnosis" from Rong Qi, beside himself with joy.

Producer Liu also had his assistant fetch some documents for Rong Qi, "Young Master Rong, it’s truly a hassle to ask you to save the day. We need you to take a promotional photo at our studio tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you?"

"Sure, no problem!" Rong Jingqiu agreed without hesitation, "With Xiao Qi on your program, you can completely capitalize on the fame of the Rong Family for promotion; we support it completely."

Producer Liu was overjoyed, "Thank you so much. I will definitely prepare well!"

Rong Jingqiu waved his hand, "It’s all for Ah Lan. Whatever she needs, I will support her to the end."

Rong Qi asked, "... Promotional photo, what is that?"

Rong Yu thought about it and explained, "It’s a photo of you in the show’s styling, taken after makeup and changing clothes. It’s very simple."

Rong Qi took a deep breath slowly and, emotionless, he let out two words, "Makeup?"

"But big brother, you really don’t need makeup," Rong Yu reassured him, "Brother, you are naturally beautiful. Look at you, your appearance is even better than that young idol in the production team."

Rong Qi fell silent.

He didn’t feel consoled.

By this time, night had fallen; Ye Wanlan left the restaurant and walked forward along the lakeside path.

Unintentionally, she found herself once again by the city wall’s base, where the familiar stone table and stone chairs were placed, with a Go board set upon the table.

"Little girl, we meet again." The old man had evidently been waiting here for a long time, and greeted her with a beaming smile, "Come, sit, sit. I’ve found a new endgame from the ancient books and would like you to help me look at it."

"It’s my honor to comply," Ye Wanlan sat opposite the old man.

The old man spoke with contemplation, "During the Ning Dynasty Period, various forms of culture were at their peak, including Kunqu opera, the Zither, drama... and also Go."

Ye Wanlan nodded, "With all nations paying tribute, there indeed was such capital."

"And in the world of Go, the most famous was the Female Prime Minister Shen Mingshu," the old man continued, "This endgame we have today was left by her."

Ye Wanlan fell silent.

Shen Mingshu was also her mentor, and she often watched Shen Mingshu play against Han Yunsheng.

Shen Mingshu had already taught her how to solve this endgame.

Ye Wanlan brought her thoughts back, picked up a white stone, and began to solve the endgame.

**

The next day, morning.

Guangxing Media, worthy of being the leading entertainment empire among the top three talent agencies of the entertainment industry, had subdued the fervor of the recent event in just two days’ time.

However, even though the related search terms had disappeared from the top of the trending list, it did not prevent Huo Ximian’s popularity from plummeting.

She was still losing fans by the moment.

Since her debut, Huo Ximian had never encountered such a challenging situation before.

From her entry into the entertainment industry, she had been safeguarded by her father Huo Hong and the Guangxing Media owned by the Xiang Family; even though she had openly offended many, she had never been at a disadvantage, so where had she ever seen such a spectacle?

"Hasn’t the program team contacted us again?" Huo Ximian tried to remain calm, "With one of the seven guests missing, how will they continue filming the second episode?"

"No contact," her agent sighed deeply and paced back and forth, "Mianmian, what you did this time really went too far."

"I hadn’t expected the production team to have evidence!" Huo Ximian clenched her teeth, "If they had evidence, wouldn’t they have accused me earlier, rather than waiting until now?"

The agent, exhausted, pressed her temples and didn’t know what else to say for a moment.

Huo Ximian, with her heiress attitude, was not someone the agent dared to criticize.

"Let’s go, to the program team," Huo Ximian said with a cold gaze.

She wanted to see, without her, who the program team could get to film "Treasures of The Divine Land"!

In the end, if they couldn’t find anyone, they would have to humbly beg her to return.

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