Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 270 Clashes, Sword Tassel Appears! [2nd Update]

Of course, if the Penglai Magic and the Beiming Sect, representing the pinnacle of Taoist Arts, had any legacy left, he would never have rashly come to Shenzhou.

But times have changed.

Both the Penglai Sect and the Beiming Sect have been destroyed, and to this day, not a single successor has appeared.

In such a situation, his entry into Shenzhou meant he was invincible.

"To know of Penglai Magic, you have a broad range of knowledge," Ye Wanlan finally lifted her head, her expression indifferent, "As for the current state of Penglai Magic, a trial is enough."

"It’s not that I’m looking down on you, it’s just that you, the people of Shenzhou, really are not up to par anymore." The voice, still coming from all directions, carried a scornful laugh, "You should just be grateful for having had Princess Yongning in your history, who signed a peace treaty with us, the Northern Lands."

At this point, the person chuckled with a sigh, "What a pity, what’s the use? Dying so young, your Shenzhou’s idioms are quite interesting indeed, ’Heaven envies the talented’ fits perfectly here."

"Is that so?" Ye Wanlan remained calm, "Is that what the Empress of the Northern Lands told you?"

This sentence, she spoke in the Northern Lands language.

Obviously, the fact that Ye Wanlan spoke the Northern Lands language greatly surprised the owner of the voice.

It was also at this moment that he revealed his position.

Found it!

Ye Wanlan’s eyes turned cold, and she flipped her wrist; the dagger flew through the air.

"Whoosh—rip!"

Something was pierced, followed by the embarrassing sound of rolling.

The dagger made a round trip and returned to Ye Wanlan’s hand.

She looked down and saw no blood on the Cold Blade, just a piece of torn fabric.

"Not bad, when you can’t win in a direct fight, you resort to these sneaky methods to injure people, that’s all the ability you people of Shenzhou have left," the person laughed without anger, "Well then, today, I will thoroughly dissect you!"

With a "boom," something exploded instantaneously.

"Bang!"

Ye Wanlan managed to defend in time, but the shockwave still made her stagger back dozens of steps.

In this brief exchange, she realized instantly that the psychic she was facing was of mid to upper-tier strength even within Beiming.

She would need at least the Seventh Layer of Penglai Magic to stand a chance against him.

But now, she had just entered the Fourth Layer.

The disparity in strength was indeed vast.

Ye Wanlan wiped away the blood seeping from her lips and slowly exhaled.

"A lowly Art Practitioner, aspiring to play the hero and save the world," the person looked down from above, "Today, I’ll let you die with a clear understanding!"

**

At this very moment, on the other side of Fengyuan City.

Rong Yu saw Yan Tingfeng suddenly stop walking, his face showing a hint of paleness: "Brother, what’s wrong with you? Are you having an attack? Sit down quickly, Student Ye isn’t here, I’ll give you an acupuncture first."

Rong Qi also stopped, his expression worried.

Unlike Rong Yu, he knew the reason behind Yan Tingfeng’s condition.

The sequela from three hundred years ago that would always manifest abnormally each month.

"It’s not that," Tingfeng muttered, "For some reason, I suddenly feel uneasy."

He raised his hand to touch the area where his heart was, sensing an abnormal rhythm in its beating.

This kind of feeling had only occurred when Shenzhou was invaded by foreign enemies.

"What’s making you feel uneasy?" Rong Yu waved a hand, "Let my big brother do a divination for you, then you won’t be uneasy anymore."

Rong Qi glanced at Rong Yu without saying anything.

Sect Leader Rong Shi of the Great Purity Sect, even he couldn’t divine the future of the Master of Highest Heaven Tower.

Even though he was hailed as the foremost talent since Rong Shi, he still couldn’t compare to Rong Shi.

Divination is an art that can harm oneself by prying into the secrets of heaven, and if forced, not only would nothing be divined, but it could also cost one’s life.

To divine for Tingfeng – was he willing to risk his life?

Yet Rong Qi didn’t berate Rong Yu like usual because, in their family of four, there always had to be one simpleton of low intelligence to maintain balance.

"You guys take care of the matters here, I’ll make a trip to the Imperial Palace Ruins," Tingfeng suddenly said.

"You can’t be serious, brother, with Student Ye being so powerful, what danger could she encounter?" Rong Yu was careless, "Even if dozens of burly men suddenly charged out, they wouldn’t be enough for one of her hands, not to mention there being none such in Fengyuan City."

Tingfeng, without a word, had already turned around.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Is this Mr. Yan?" The director’s voice was urgent, "Just now, while we were filming the show, we were suddenly taken to a pitch-black place."

Yan Tingfeng’s expression shifted slightly: "Pitch-black, and sudden?"

"Exactly!" the director said, "We were just walking, and suddenly, everything around us changed, that dark place had a person, we have no idea who he really is, later Miss Ye also suddenly appeared and got us out, but Miss Ye disappeared!"

With Rong Qi’s hearing, he naturally caught the voice over the phone; his expression changed as well: "Art and Method?"

"Highly likely," Tingfeng quickened his pace, utilizing his Qinggong, "I’ll head there first."

"I’ll accompany you," Rong Qi’s face was ice-cold, "Art Practitioners haven’t been restricted from activity by Bureau 723, but they are forbidden from attacking ordinary people."

Yan Tingfeng spoke flatly: "You’re overlooking another possibility, which is that this so-called Art Practitioner may not be a person of Shenzhou."

Fengyuan City is closest to the Northern Lands, so there’s a good chance it was a psychic from Beiming who had sneaked over.

It seemed to be a psychic who was adept at hiding.

"If he’s not from Shenzhou, that’s even more unforgivable," Rong Qi stated coldly, "The pain suffered three hundred years ago must not be repeated."

Yan Tingfeng nodded, his eyes harboring a chill.

The two did not take a carriage, with one leading and the other following, they headed in the direction of the Imperial Palace under the eaves.

Rong Yu stayed behind, stunned.

Did he... did he just witness the legendary qinggong?

It was practically flying over the walls!

But why could his elder brother do it, yet he couldn’t?

Rong Yu fell into self-isolation, crouching to draw circles on the ground.

Meanwhile, Yan Tingfeng and Rong Qi hurried to the Imperial Palace Ruins.

Due to an emergency, the ruins had been sealed off and were empty of people.

Yan Tingfeng turned his head, "Can you locate Xiao Wan’s position?"

"No." Rong Qi gave a bitter smile, "I thought I was only unable to calculate your past and future, but now it seems Miss Ye is also beyond my reach, truly the one mentioned in the Rong Family’s prophecy."

The Rong Family’s prophecy stated that someone would trigger a monumental upheaval in Shenzhou, one not seen for a thousand years, with rising stars and heroes emerging, resulting in a culture that shone brilliantly in the long river of human civilization.

The magnitude of this prophecy was no less significant than the ten-character prophecy written by the Supreme Elder of the Great Purity Sect three hundred years ago—

Princess Yongning does not die, Daning shall not fall!

This implied that Ye Wanlan’s fate was incredibly powerful, not subject to the control of heaven and earth, and even the Great Purity Divine Minister could not glimpse into it.

Yan Tingfeng stopped talking and looked up, searching for anything unusual.

But suddenly, a streak of blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

Rong Qi was taken aback and hurriedly supported him, "You yesterday?"

"Hmm, it just so happened to be the onset of the illness yesterday," Yan Tingfeng nodded slightly, "But it’s much better than before, thanks to Xiao Wan taking care of my body."

Even though martial arts and Taoist arts can develop and enhance the human body, as long as one is human, there are certain limits.

His survival till now was due not only to the protection of the Beiming Arts but also because, before he went into deep slumber, he had fed his flesh and blood to the Life-Devouring Gu.

When sick, the Life-Devouring Gu would also become active, devouring his flesh and blood.

This meant that others could not get close to him during an outbreak, but after the frenzy, there would be a period of weakness.

Seeing Yan Tingfeng still using his inner strength to search for Ye Wanlan while the blood at his lips flowed more heavily, Rong Qi couldn’t help but roar, "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Yan Tingfeng replied with airy nonchalance, "I’ve done many things with no regard for my life, this is just one more."

Anyway, his body was already riddled with holes.

But he knew that if he couldn’t find Ye Wanlan in the shortest time possible, real lives would be at stake.

"Don’t try to persuade me," Yan Tingfeng said with a cool voice, "If you’re going to, then leave now."

"The Master of Highest Heaven Tower is really..." Rong Qi fell silent for a moment.

So stubborn.

**

At this moment, in the darkness, Ye Wanlan’s breathing grew louder and louder.

Her arms and legs were already marked with numerous wounds, and her blood dripped down, staining the dagger red.

"You’re not saying it, but even though you’ve weakened a lot after three hundred years, you people of Shenzhou are still as hard-headed as ever," the man said, looking pityingly at Ye Wanlan’s miserable state, shaking his head, "What’s the use of hanging on like this? What outcome can you change?"

Ye Wanlan did not speak. She simply stood up again, her features calm and composed.

"It seems I’ll have to completely shatter your bones!" the man’s hand clenched, his tone cold, "Just sink forever in the burial place I’ve prepared for you!"

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

The space vibrated with unprecedented intensity, compressing towards the center.

"Pfft—"

Another mouthful of blood spewed out, yet Ye Wanlan still did not fall, "To leave me a grave, you are not qualified."

"Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

"Your Highness, be careful!"

The voices of the Qingyun Pendant and the Jade Luan Pin changed pitch, clearly in utter panic.

Could today be the day...

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, a new light appeared in the darkness.

"Who’s that?"

The person abruptly looked up, only to realize it wasn’t a person at all, but some kind of ornament.

Ye Wanlan looked up and was also sharply taken aback.

Was this... the Sword Tassel of the Sword Saint’s Sword?!

Trapped in this black void by the Psychic, how could the Sword Tassel appear here?

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—"

Three more sounds, and the black space was torn open a second time.

The Sword Tip, Sword Edge, Sword Hilt!

The Jade Luan Pin was dumbfounded, "The Broken Sword of Linyuan, how could it..."

At this moment, the Sword Tip, Sword Edge, Sword Hilt, and Sword Tassel all came together.

"What art is this?" the man’s expression darkened suddenly, "Playing tricks! Watch me break through it!"

"How come?" a lazy voice rose, "Didn’t anyone tell you that in the face of absolute martial arts, all art and method is but illusion?"

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