Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 260 Crushing Battle! Jade Luan Pin! [2 Updates]

The moonlight shone on the cold sword blade, its chilling gleam blinding.

This was a very ordinary sword, like an imperfect item one might find in an antique market, seemingly so fragile it could snap in half with a twist.

"A sword?" The woman looked at Ye Wanlan’s movements and couldn’t help but reveal a smile, "What, learned a few fancy moves and now you think you’re incredible? No wonder you thought of taking the sword hilt from me, without even asking yourself if you’re worthy! Sword, come!"

"Clang!"

Another sound of a sword being drawn rang out, and a sword flew out of the wooden house, firmly gripped in the woman’s palm.

"Even now I have to admit, you’re quite bold, coming here to find me alone in the dead of night," the woman’s smile at the corner of her mouth deepened, "My Lake Heart Island rarely receives visitors, because those who come—end up as corpses—"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

A sudden gust of wind rose, swirling like a violent tornado.

Ye Wanlan did not give the woman a chance to waste words but took action directly.

She was clearly standing still, merely lifting her sword, but three streaks of Sword Qi came out of thin air, instantly raising giant waves three zhang high on both sides of the island!

Such powerful Inner Strength!

Such fierce swordsmanship!

This was not a simple contest, but murder!

The woman’s expression changed drastically in an instant, but she managed to keep her composure enough to dodge.

However, she completely underestimated her own abilities, as she couldn’t last a single move under Ye Wanlan’s hand even with a sword in both hands.

With a "plop," the woman fell to the ground in an embarrassing heap.

Sword Qi whirled around her, vibrating the space.

Her internal organs churned, her breath surged upwards, and her mouth uncontrollably opened wide, instantly vomiting two mouthfuls of dazzling fresh blood with a "wah wah."

The color drained from the woman’s face as well, turning deathly pale.

"Crack crack—"

At the same time, the sword in her hand shattered inch by inch.

The woman looked at the sword in her hand, now reduced to powder, her fingers trembling in disbelief.

How could this be...

Impossible!

She had used this weapon for over a decade, she knew full well how durable it was, how could it possibly be reduced to this by the broken sword in Ye Wanlan’s hand?!

Claiming to be Successor of the Sword Saint, yet you don’t know the Sword Saint’s swordsmanship?" Ye Wanlan’s sword was pressed against the woman’s throat, her voice indifferent, "Who sent you to Shenzhou?"

This question caused the woman to change color abruptly, her pupils dilating and contracting non-stop, clearly terrified to the extreme.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but her eyes suddenly rolled back.

Ye Wanlan’s gaze turned cold, and she immediately reached out to grasp the woman’s chin.

But it was a step too late, black blood flowed from the corner of the woman’s mouth, and in less than half a second, she lay on the ground and closed her eyes.

Ye Wanlan’s eyes darkened.

She slightly bent down, her fingers resting on the woman’s neck.

No pulse.

She had taken her own life.

Ye Wanlan’s face was ice cold as she yanked open the woman’s collar to inspect the back of her neck.

Indeed, a familiar mark came into view!

It was identical to the tattoos found on the bodies of the group who had kidnapped Curator Xiang.

Ye Wanlan slightly closed her eyes, her thoughts racing at high speed.

By now, she could be certain that there was a hidden force in the shadows, intent on destroying the heritage and culture of Shenzhou.

And culture is the spiritual backbone of a nation.

Shenzhou had lasted five thousand years because its culture was unbroken, its heritage continuous.

Even in the face of extinction three hundred years ago, Shenzhou overcame it and once again stood tall among the nations of the world.

But now, someone wanted to cut off Shenzhou’s lifeline.

Such intent deserved death.

After gathering the scant information on this Lake Heart Island where the woman had resided, Ye Wanlan picked up the real sword hilt and carefully placed it into a box.

She took up the sword again and nonchalantly unleashed several more streaks of Sword Qi, erasing any traces left on the ground and in the vegetation by the previous Sword Qi completely.

That way, no one could tell she had used the Skywalking Nine Swords Technique.

Having done all this, Ye Wanlan then left.

She didn’t take a boat but used her Qinggong, departing directly across the water.

Three hundred years ago, Jianghu was already rife with rumors that Her Royal Highness the Princess Yongning, despite her frail body, had peerless Qinggong.

This set of Qinggong also helped her escape numerous assassinations.

Quickly, Ye Wanlan’s graceful figure vanished into the night, leaving only the stars and the bright moon in the sky, casting faint streams of light.

But she was not planning to return to the hotel. The time was one-thirty in the morning, and both Professor Shen and Professor Li had long since gone to bed.

Without a sound, Ye Wanlan arrived at the headquarters of the Heavenly Sound Sect. She pushed open the door and entered the underground.

"Your Royal Highness the Princess, do you intend to find the other parts of the Sword Saint’s Sword?" The Qingyun Pendant asked excitedly, "Just now, Your Royal Highness was truly incredible. If Lord Prince Yan could see the Shenzhou you have become today, he would be happy for you."

"Mm," Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "because outsiders do not know that the Sword Saint’s Sword is actually composed of four separated parts. Having any single part allows one to use swordsmanship to summon the other three."

And she had just so happened to learn this move from the hands of her predecessor, Sword Saint Xie Leyou.

Ye Wanlan grasped the sword hilt and began to execute her swordsmanship.

Despite having only the hilt of the Sword Saint’s Sword in her hand, with neither the tip nor the edge, she still exuded an intense sense of lethal decisiveness.

The Qingyun Pendant quietly watched, afraid to make a sound, fearing it might disturb Ye Wanlan and cause the sword-finding attempt to fail.

Time passed by, second by second, when suddenly, the earth shook and the mountains trembled!

The Qingyun Pendant shouted, "Your Royal Highness, be careful!"

However, by the time these words were spoken, it was already too late.

"Rumble!"

One boulder after another smashed down toward the ground, and at the same time, the ground itself caved in, sealing off all directions completely.

"Your Royal Highness? Your Royal Highness?" the Qingyun Pendant panicked, "Are you okay? I can’t see anything!"

"Don’t panic," Ye Wanlan’s voice was remarkably calm, "I’m guessing we’ve encountered the same situation as at Yan Mountain. I’m fine; I was prepared."

She took out a fire starter from her pocket and lit up the surroundings.

"The same situation as Yan Mountain?" The Qingyun Pendant was initially stunned, then realized, "Your Royal Highness means... but the antiques we encounter are very foolish, where is there one that can talk?"

Ye Wanlan did not respond, instead searching for an exit.

"You’re the foolish one, the most foolish of all!" It was then, in the pitch-black space, that a second voice spoke, "Do you think you’re so great? When I started to speak, you didn’t even know where you were—"

Receiving a response for the first time, the Qingyun Pendant was stunned.

It was caught off guard, and a few seconds later, stammered, "You-Your Royal Highness, did you hear that? Someone spoke, no! An antique spoke!"

With a slight sigh, Ye Wanlan pressed her brow and said, "I heard it; you don’t need to be so loud."

Before the Qingyun Pendant could reply, the voice from earlier spoke up again, "What ’Your Royal Highness’? You foolish thing, are you delirious? Do you know that it’s the twenty-first century now? Feudal dynasties have long perished, yet you go on about ’Your Royal Highness’!"

The Qingyun Pendant furiously replied, "You’re the foolish one, your whole family is foolish! Even if the Ning Dynasty is gone, Her Royal Highness is still Her Royal Highness."

"Oh ho, you really are an old relic, aren’t you? Not ready to evolve with the times," the voice retorted, "Furthermore, I only acknowledge Princess Yongning as the princess of the Ning Dynasty."

Ye Wanlan: "..."

It was like a squabble between primary school children.

Ignoring the two "old fellas" bickering, Ye Wanlan continued to move forward, guided by the voice.

Having the Qingyun Pendant as a precedent, she was well accustomed to such occurrences by now.

She could even easily deduce that the owner of the voice must be closely related to the Heavenly Sound Sect, most likely an artifact belonging to Sect Leader Fanyin of the Heavenly Sound Sect.

"Your Royal Highness, let’s not look for it," the Qingyun Pendant huffed, "Not only does it disrespect You, but it also called me stupid! How could I possibly be stupid? I grew up alongside Lord Prince Yan, who does its owner think they are to insult me!"

"Oh ho, ’Lord Prince Yan’?" The voice called out again, "I might not be as good at making up stories as you, but let me tell you the truth, my former master was the Sword Saint, and my current master is Sect Leader Fanyin."

The Qingyun Pendant mocked, "What nonsense are you spouting? Those two people don’t know each other at all, you’d better stop—"

Ye Wanlan’s eyes shifted slightly, interrupting the Qingyun Pendant, "The Jade Luan Pin?"

The voice stopped abruptly, then after a few seconds, its pitch rose sharply, "How do you know my name? You haven’t even seen me!"

Nor could any archaeologists, even if they saw it, possibly know its true name.

After all, it belonged to the world of martial artists, and the vast jianghu was not formally chronicled by historians over such minor details.

"So you’re the gift the eldest senior brother gave to Fanyin," Ye Wanlan said after a moment of silence, speaking softly, "I often saw her take you out to daydream alone; it seems there are indeed matters between them that even I am unaware of."

...

Sudden silence enveloped the dark space.

"You-you-you-you..." the voice turned shrill and quivering, "Who exactly are you...?"

Sword Saint Xie Linyuan had a junior sister?

And she was close with Lin Fanyin?

Who in the world was this person—

"Clang!"

The sound of a sword cutting through the air interrupted the conversation between the person and two antiques, and a massive sword suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Ye Wanlan swiftly looked up, her expression subtly changing. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

That was—

the complete Sword Saint’s Sword!

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