Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 274 Dominates the trending headlines! [2 more updates]

Chapter 274: 274 Dominates the trending headlines! [2 more updates]

His attention had been solely focused on Ye Wanlan’s body, and because he was somewhat bewildered in this new era, he had for a moment forgotten about the Sword Saint’s Sword.

Now that the Sword Saint’s Sword had been restored to its entirety, if it fell into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, the consequences were unimaginable.

"Little Junior Sister, what you said is correct. At this moment, my state is indeed not that of a soul, because I can’t sense the Sword Saint’s Sword," Xie Linyuan’s gaze was cold, "Encountering the Psychic from the Northern Lands today indicates that Fengyuan is also fraught with crises."

"Big Senior Brother, don’t worry," Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "The Sword Saint’s Sword has a spirit, and cannot be used by anyone without an Azure Blood Pill Heart. Bureau 723 is already searching for all kinds of hidden dangers within Fengyuan City. The Sword Saint’s Sword won’t be lost; I’ll contact the archaeological team first."

She picked up her cell phone, about to contact the Fengyuan Archaeological Team, when Professor Shen’s call unexpectedly came first.

Ye Wanlan answered, "Professor Shen?"

"Wanlan, I have some exciting news!" Professor Shen spoke with excitement, "While we were implementing protective measures for Lin Fanyin’s tomb, something fell from the sky and implanted itself into the nearby stele. Guess what it was?"

Ye Wanlan glanced at Xie Linyuan nonchalantly, "The Sword Saint’s Sword?"

"Exactly, the Sword Saint’s Sword!" Professor Shen exclaimed, "I never imagined that the Broken Sword could come together to form a complete sword, and the Sword Tassel is also here."

Ye Wanlan smiled, "That really is good news. So, how do you plan on dealing with this suddenly appeared Sword Saint’s Sword?"

"It’s difficult," Professor Shen sighed, "Just now, professionals tried and were unable to pull out the Sword Saint’s Sword from the stele. To do so would require destroying the stele, which is impossible."

Archaeology is not tomb-robbing, but involves preserving historical relics to the greatest extent possible.

"I see," Ye Wanlan mused for a moment, "Since they could not be together in life, it’s extremely good that they can be together after death."

"Old Li and I think so too," Professor Shen said, "Only now, historical materials are insufficient to fully outline the entire story between the two of them."

Xie Linyuan clenched his hand, and after a dozen seconds, he frowned, "No, it’s still not appropriate to summon the Sword Saint’s Sword at will. Since it has chosen to protect Fanyin for me, let it be."

Otherwise, modern people seeing a sword floating down the street three hundred years later would probably think it was a haunting.

More sadly, his current state was even less than that of a ghost.

"Big Senior Brother," Ye Wanlan suddenly spoke, "Congratulations, you just opened your eyes and you’re already trending."

Xie Linyuan was taken aback, somewhat at a loss, "What?"

Ye Wanlan passed the cell phone to him, the screen facing him.

Three hundred years ago, Xie Linyuan had seen Art and Method form images, but to be able to see images within such a small rectangle aroused great curiosity in him.

Although the characters of today differed from those of three hundred years ago, only having simplified many strokes, Xie Linyuan was able to read them without much difficulty.

[I live near Heavenly Sound Sect ruins, saw something like a shooting star "swoosh" past today, thought it was an alien.]

[I saw it too! I even captured it on video, it wasn’t a shooting star, it was a sword!]

[What? How could a sword fly that fast? Could it be remotely controlled by machinery?]

The photo was uploaded online, and someone inquired with the official archaeological team, confirming that this sword was indeed the recently unearthed Sword Saint’s Sword.

But why it flew into Heavenly Sound Sect Leader Lin Fanyin’s tomb without anyone’s presence, the reason still needed further investigation.

[My goodness, it’s a miracle from heaven! We don’t need other historical materials to prove whether the Sword Saint and the Leader of Heavenly Sound Sect were childhood sweethearts. Look, after the Sword Saint’s death, his weapon came looking for his wife.]

[If a sword can pull this off, I’m seriously suspecting the Sword Saint himself was a wife-obsessed lunatic! So sweet, I’m hooked!]

Xie Linyuan’s brow twitched as he handed the phone back to Ye Wanlan, "Do people of this era always talk so blatantly?"

Although the term "wife-obsessed lunatic" wasn’t wrong, he was definitely a gentleman.

"People of this era are characterized by being straightforward; isn’t that interesting?" Ye Wanlan leaned against the headboard and suddenly asked, "Big Senior Brother, what were you thinking when you went to your death?"

Xie Linyuan’s body stiffened, "Me?"

He closed his eyes, and that tragic scene resurfaced in his mind.

Lin Fanyin, with hands drenched in blood, tried to touch his face but lacked even the last bit of strength to do so.

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Until death, Lin Fanyin upheld her responsibility as the Leader of Heavenly Sound Sect.

"You know, Brother has never had grand ambitions. Even wandering Jianghu, vanquishing evil and promoting good, he never aspired to become a hero," Xie Linyuan chuckled softly, "Before I died, all I hoped for was to be an ordinary person in the next life, without any responsibilities to bear. But Ah Yin told me she couldn’t keep it safe, so naturally, I had to protect it for her."

He paused, then continued, "If you ask what I was thinking, don’t laugh at me, my mind was filled only with thoughts of Ah Yin."

Ye Wanlan was silent for a moment, then said softly, "I’m sure Prince Brother thought the same before his death. Have you seen him?"

"I haven’t," Xie Linyuan’s eyes struggled, "When I received news of the war’s outbreak, Brother He had already..."

"But now there is hope," Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "I will wait for Prince Brother to return."

No matter in what state He Jia returns.

"However, there’s one thing I’ve always found strange," Xie Linyuan frowned, "If I currently can’t lift the Sword Saint’s Sword, then why was I able to before?"

He had even managed to employ the Eighth Sword of Heavenly Walk—One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Laws.

Even in his prime, this move could only be used up to three times at most.

"Hmm, the opportunity is unclear; I don’t understand the reason either," Ye Wanlan said. "It may also be because after you, Eldest Senior Brother, exhausted the power of the Eighth Sword, you need to cultivate for some time."

"It might be," Xie Linyuan sighed. "For now, let me see how I should cultivate."

Perhaps he could become human again?

With this thought, Xie Linyuan found great motivation.

He leaped out of the window, stepped onto the roof beams, and sat down cross-legged under the moonlight to begin his cultivation.

**

Two days later, Ye Wanlan was discharged from the hospital, and the entire TV crew came to greet her.

"Miss Ye, you’ve finally recovered!" The director almost knelt down to Ye Wanlan. "I really can’t believe if it weren’t for you that day, we..."

"You’re too kind, Director," Ye Wanlan said with a faint smile. "Meeting and getting to know each other like this, we’re all friends. How could I possibly stand by and watch someone die?"

The director opened his mouth: "Miss Ye, you—"

"Director, I need to take about a week’s leave," Ye Wanlan said. "Please arrange other filming segments during this time, and when I return, I will complete my part as quickly as possible."

"No problem at all!" the director agreed immediately. "You should take the time off to rest properly. Even if the program is delayed, it doesn’t matter."

Ye Wanlan was their life-saving benefactor, after all!

What was this little request in comparison?

"It’s not that," Ye Wanlan said. "The finals of the physics competition are approaching, and I need to return to Jiangcheng to meet up with the other team members and then head to Yunjing University for the finals."

"What?!" The director was taken aback. "The finals of the physics competition? You were so badly injured this time, and you don’t rest at all, but you’re still thinking of competing?"

As an appointee recommended by the Cultural Relics Bureau Archaeology Center, the program did not consider academic grades; the director had never imagined Ye Wanlan would be at the level to participate in the finals of a physics competition.

Why would she even bother participating in their program then?

She should be directly on the national team!

The director was stunned.

"I’m already better," Ye Wanlan moved her limbs around. "Besides, solving problems doesn’t require physical movement, just using the brain."

Seeing the director couldn’t persuade her, he could only admonish further: "Make sure you take good care of yourself, your health is your capital for the revolution!"

After saying goodbye to the TV crew, Ye Wanlan took a plane back to Jiangcheng.

Lin Huaijin had cooked a table full of food early in anticipation, warmly stating, "Ah Lan, come over, Xiao Yan, you sit too. It’s rare for the family to gather together; eat more."

Lin Huaijin didn’t know that at this moment, there was an Xie Linyuan in the living room whom he couldn’t see.

Family?

He and his Little Junior Sister could certainly be considered family, but how could this Xiao Yan be considered as such?

Xie Linyuan held his breath until late at night.

He habitually followed Ye Wanlan as she left, but was stopped at the door.

"Eldest Senior Brother, I’m going to sleep. Surely you don’t intend to follow me?" Ye Wanlan said slowly, "When Fanyin returns—"

"No, no, no, you’ve misunderstood!" Xie Linyuan’s expression froze. "I’m just concerned about your safety, Little Junior Sister; rest assured, I’m absolutely not that kind of person."

However, there was a very important matter: he needed to familiarize himself with the technology three hundred years later to prevent falling behind Ye Wanlan’s thinking.

**

The next morning, the students participating in the physics competition finals gathered at the gate of Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School.

"Teacher Ren, will Wanlan come back?" He Jiaojiao looked around. "She’s been filming a program recently; she probably doesn’t have time."

"She will definitely come back," asserted the Physics Group Leader. "Student Ye has promised to bring glory to our school; she will surely keep her word!"

Hearing this remark, Xue Yiwei’s expression was full of mockery.

Not winning a prize in the physics competition wouldn’t affect her, after all, she had the backing of the Xue Family.

If she wanted to study abroad, she could do so at any time.

But Ye Wanlan was different.

Even if she had joined the show "Treasures of The Divine Land" as a regular guest and entered the entertainment industry, without a powerful background, how far could she go?

Plus, with more than half a month spent in the television crew, how much time would she have left to study physics?

Xue Yiwei thought Ye Wanlan wouldn’t come.

Xue Yiwei spoke dispassionately: "Teacher Ren, there’s no need to wait any longer, let’s head out."

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