Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 878 Her Royal Highness the Princess is truly amazing [ - 2].
Chapter 878: 878 Her Royal Highness the Princess is truly amazing [Chapter 2].
Yan Tingfeng’s voice was not loud, exceedingly gentle and lingering.
Yet every word he uttered seemed to carry the weight of a thousand thunders, falling one after another by the ear.
Undeniable, ringing in the ears.
A life for a life, disregarding the Heavenly Dao, trampling natural laws underfoot.
How arrogant?
How presumptuous!
Within the Yin Yang Realm, another new domain emerged.
This domain was different from the grey-white Yin Yang Realm; it was green, representing vitality.
The green halo enveloped both Yan Tingfeng and Ye Wanlan, isolating them from everything outside.
Ye Wanlan did not fail to notice the changes in her body after the green light appeared.
The originally dry Dantian regained life, the originally shattered body began to heal, and the originally collapsing soul stabilized again...
The Reversing Yin Yang Skill, part of the Beiming Arts, is a life-for-a-life exchange.
So, after the spell concluded and the technique took effect, Yan Tingfeng, as the caster, began to develop wound after wound on his body.
These were wounds meant for Ye Wanlan, compounded by the backlash from forcibly defying fate, leaving him covered in blood in an instant.
"Yan Tingfeng, you’re crazy!" Ye Wanlan’s eyes trembled, her breath turning to gasps, "What exactly are you doing? Why are you doing this?! Why?!"
She could face death calmly, but she couldn’t watch the one she loved die before her eyes.
Yan Tingfeng still held her, his voice laced with a touch of helplessness, a hint of indulgence, and the rest all tenderness: "At least this time, I made it back in time, Your Highness."
Ye Wanlan’s body jolted violently, a shiver consuming her entirely, even her soul quivered.
His words clearly referred to his original intention of visiting Fengyuan to request a piece of her artwork, only to encounter her coffin before reaching Fengyuan.
Ye Wanlan gritted her teeth, her voice cold: "Then I would’ve rather you not made it back, Master of Highest Heaven Tower, truly unexpected."
She never imagined there would be such a technique as Reversing Yin Yang, a life-for-a-life exchange.
"It’s my fault." Yan Tingfeng accepted all the blame without arguing, his head slowly bowing down, "Please punish me, Your Royal Highness."
It was as if they had known each other for a long, long time, without any barriers or gaps.
"Yan Yunyin!" Ye Wanlan stared intently at his increasingly dim eyes, "You haven’t given me the gift you promised. Are you planning to leave like this?"
Hearing that familiar yet unfamiliar name, Yan Tingfeng’s eyelashes trembled, he reopened his eyes, a slight smile at his lips: "Your Royal Highness is truly impressive, even knowing my real name."
Yan is from Yan Wuhen.
Yun is from Liu Yun.
Yin is from Hidden World.
But he had no father, wasn’t as free as Liu Yun, and couldn’t abandon all responsibilities to live an unbound life in seclusion.
Three hundred years later, he awoke, using "Yan" in place of "Yan."
"Tingfeng" was taken from that endlessly recited frontier poem —
At midnight, listen to the wind blow the rain, iron horses and frozen rivers enter dreams.
Because whenever he dreamt, it was always of the battlefield, lingering and unforgotten.
Yan Tingfeng laboriously lifted his hand, gently caressing her cheek again: "I still like it when you call me Tingting."
"Boom——"
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, fierce wind and rain.
The Three Envoys, facing such terrifying weather, showed slight disarray, but with green light guarding them, Ye Wanlan remained unharmed.
"Oh God in heaven... Guiyi, did you see that?" Envoy Zhuanlun’s gaze turned dumbfounded, "The wounds on that girl’s body are healing, her soul on the brink of collapse is recovering."
Envoy Zhuanlun was also struck speechless with shock, and after a long while, muttered: "I saw it, truly incredible..."
They didn’t know who this suddenly-appeared white-haired man was, but they knew what he had done.
A life for a life!
How many could go this far?
Upon self-reflection, they knew they couldn’t.
What power drove this white-haired man to make this decision?
At the same moment, somewhere in Atlantis.
As if sensing something, Gui Qing suddenly lifted his head.
"Hahahaha, Master of Highest Heaven Tower, you’re dying!" A few seconds later, Gui Qing laughed manically, a terrifying grin spreading across his face, glee evident, "You’re dying even sooner than I predicted!"
With the Master of Highest Heaven Tower dead, the title of Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch would belong solely to him!
In Shenzhou, he’d usher in a new era of Jianghu under his dominion!
"Ultimately, I’ve won." Gui Qing clenched his fist, "Master of Highest Heaven Tower, despite being Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch for so many years, you never learned to sever attachments."
What are kin, what are friends, what is a lover?
Only power and martial strength are worthy pursuits.
Being ensnared by feelings ensures you’ll never achieve greatness.
"Humph!" Gui Qing sneered, "Next, let the people of Shenzhou properly welcome my arrival!"
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"Sizzle, sizzle——"
Lightning and thunder continued unabated and even intensified.
"Truly astounding." Watching Ye Wanlan’s injuries completely heal, Envoy Guaiyi couldn’t help but mutter, "Didn’t expect such an extraordinary figure in Shenzhou, luckily..."
Luckily, three hundred years ago, someone solved this most troublesome adversary for them.
The Three Envoys couldn’t dare imagine what grandeur it would be if the Four Directions Nobility and Six Great Sects were present.
"It’s great, you’re alright, always wanting to die with more value." Yan Tingfeng coughed, blood nearly drowning his throat, "I think this way is most valuable."
Heaven may dictate his death, and though he couldn’t alter his death juncture, he could choose his manner of passing.
His life, in his own hands.
Ye Wanlan was about to speak, but saw Yan Tingfeng’s hair gradually darken!
As one versed in Taiyi Medical Skills, Ye Wanlan knew this wasn’t a good omen; instead, it was the final gleam before death.
Was there anything in Penglai Magic that could break the Reversing Yin Yang Skill?
Ye Wanlan clenched her fists, veins bulging along her arms, yet found she couldn’t come up with anything.
What to do?
"I want to hold you a little longer..." Yan Tingfeng’s voice faded, "Just a little longer."
This embrace was unprecedentedly warm.
Since he was three, he hadn’t felt warmth like this.
Familiar voices echoed in his ears.
"Xiao Yin, do you prefer Jianghu or pastoral life? Jianghu is boundless and free but harbors hidden dangers, while pastoral life is dull but quiet."
"Xiao Yin’s only two, he doesn’t even know what he likes, when he’s older, wherever he wants to go, we’ll accompany him."
"Dad, mom!!!"
White blades in, red blades out.
Blood everywhere, desolation everywhere.
"Tingting!"
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