Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 247 Crushing Trash, Caring Brother Yan [1 Update]

The night was without light, and nothing could be seen clearly.

However, at this instant, Huo Ximian felt the temperature around her suddenly drop, causing the hairs on her body to stand on end.

Could it be...that she had seen a ghost?!

At this moment, Huo Ximian’s adrenal hormones surged due to excessive fear.

In the Huo Family, she too grew up listening to historical stories.

Too many people were buried in the land of Fengyuan.

Countless bones fell, and blood turned into rivers.

Countless wronged spirits lingered here, reluctant to leave.

Some people said that they had encountered supernatural events at the ruins of the Ning Dynasty Imperial Palace, and fell ill for a long time after leaving Fengyuan.

Could it be...

Huo Ximian stared tensely at the illusory figure in front of her, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead and palms, and even her back was soaked.

"Who’s there? Come out!" She took two steps back, her voice harsh but with a hint of trepidation, "Stop playing ghosts and tricks here, I am a member of the Huo Family!"

The ancestors of the Huo Family were the unbeaten Divine Strategy Army.

Who would dare harm her?!

"A member of the Huo Family?" Finally, a soft voice resonated, yet it was filled with murderous intent, "Compared to your ancestor Huo Jingyu, you truly fall short."

Huo Jingyu!

Of course, all members of the Huo Family would recognize this name.

The reason why the Six Great Sects are known as the Six Great Sects is not only due to the strong foundation settled over the years but also because at the same time, each sect had an outstanding inheritor who was a marvel of their generation.

Lin Fanyin was one, and so was Huo Jingyu.

Six prodigies, coupled with an unparalleled Master of the Highest Heaven Tower, propelled Jianghu to its zenith during the peak of the Ning Dynasty.

Huo Jingyu and He Jia both bore the title of young generals; although one was in Jianghu and the other in the court, they became close friends after studying together in the Divine Strategy Army.

Even though Huo Jingyu left no descendants, nor did he ever marry, descendants of the Divine Strategy Army still chose to continue his legacy, passing down the "Huo" spirit.

The Huo Family always maintained a shrine for Huo Jingyu, organizing monthly tributes, which Huo Ximian also attended without exception.

How dare this person call out their esteemed ancestor’s name directly?!

The darkness around her grew deeper, and Huo Ximian felt as if she was bound by a huge net, her nerves on the verge of collapse: "Who exactly are you? Come out!"

Yan Tingfeng did not speak again; he simply stood with his hands behind his back, looking down indifferently at Huo Ximian, who was holding her head and screaming.

Thinking of locking up Ye Wanlan for three days?

Then enjoy these three days by yourself.

Give them a dose of their own medicine.

That was his favorite method.

In the pitch darkness, Huo Ximian’s fear grew exponentially.

After stepping into the entertainment industry, she had indeed dealt with many people, including ruining a female star’s face and sidelining several trainees.

The more guilt she carried, the more frightened she was at this moment.

Yet for some reason, she just couldn’t faint, could she?

Huo Ximian kept screaming, but received no response, only an incessant chill penetrating her bones.

What in the world was going on?!

Huo Ximian would never know that when she realized she had been separated from her assistant and bodyguards, she had already fallen into an illusion created by the Beiming Arts.

Although it was an illusion, everything felt in the Illusionary Realm was real, including the passage of time.

In reality, Huo Ximian had been thrown by Bing He and Tie Ma into a bush.

"Young Master, I’ve never seen someone so malicious," Bing He said indignantly. "It’s lucky Miss Ye is strong and has some understanding of mechanical techniques, otherwise we really would have been trapped in the Underground Palace and couldn’t get out."

The Underground Palace was filled with countless mechanisms; a single misstep could trigger a lethal trap leading to death.

Like Yan Mountain, the archaeological team situated in Fengyuan City was also a highly dangerous profession.

Because one might accidentally trigger a trap and die during an excavation, fewer people chose to come to Fengyuan for archaeology.

Yan Tingfeng wiped the trace of dust from his hands and hummed indifferently, "Her plans were doomed to fail."

Bing He said, "Young Master, this time there’s no need for you to take action yourself, just let me and Tietie stuff her into a sack and give her a good beating."

"Win without a battle," Yan Tingfeng said with a faint smile, "and the effect is even better."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

Bing He scratched his head, then nudged Tie Ma’s waist: "Tietie, don’t you think the Young Master always takes Miss Ye’s words to heart? He remembers everything Miss Ye says for a long time."

Tie Ma looked at him with an expression that clearly said "isn’t that obvious" without uttering a word.

"Our Young Master must truly love Miss Ye," Bing He said seriously. "For people I don’t like, I won’t remember a word they’ve said."

Hearing this, for the first time, Tie Ma was stunned, and he asked doubtfully, "You even know what true love is?"

"I don’t," Bing He claimed proudly, "but I can tell from the Young Master and Miss Ye."

Tie Ma: "..."

In the past, he had only overestimated Bing He’s IQ; now, it seemed he had also overestimated Bing He’s EQ.

**

After dealing with the matters and individuals, Yan Tingfeng didn’t return to the hotel but instead sneaked into the Yongning Palace under the cover of the deep night.

It was now half past eleven at night, and the tourists had long since left. There were still a few lights on in the palace, where the archaeologists were working.

Not a single person noticed someone had entered the Underground Palace.

Yan Tingfeng arrived at the secret room that trapped Ye Wanlan, pondered for a moment, then reached out to touch the walls.

"Click!"

A box popped out shortly thereafter.

Yan Tingfeng opened the box, and inside was a book.

Upon opening it, his expression was visibly shocked.

It was actually a cookbook written by the King of Yan, and every dish in the cookbook was Princess Yongning’s favorite.

Yan Tingfeng closed his eyes for a moment.

Though he had never had an in-depth conversation with the King of Yan, he had heard countless people mention the deep blood bond and affection between the King of Yan and Princess Yongning.

Both would not hesitate to die for each other if necessary.

As for him, his parents had been killed by enemies since he was young, and he carried a deep-seated hatred, never experiencing what the word ’family’ truly meant.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it difficult to imagine that such sincere feelings existed in the world.

Yan Tingfeng sat down and quietly read through the entire cookbook, memorizing every recipe in his heart.

Following that, he discovered another eleven cookbooks in the secret room.

With his powerful reading and memorizing abilities, as dawn approached, Yan Tingfeng had just finished the last book.

He put the cookbooks back into the box and, glancing at the time, went to buy breakfast snacks that Ye Wanlan liked from the early market on East Street.

**

That night, Ye Wanlan indeed slept very soundly until dawn.

She finished washing up and changing her clothes, and when she opened the door, Yan Tingfeng was leaning against the wall.

The moment she looked toward him, his eyes also opened, their gazes intertwining.

"Good morning," Ye Wanlan nodded, observing the pastries in his hand, "Did you buy those for me?"

"Hmm," Yan Tingfeng handed her the bag and gently blinked, "Fresh from the oven, just right and still warm."

"Thanks, let’s eat together," Ye Wanlan took a bite and raised her eyebrows, "It’s very tasty, and just the right amount of sweet."

Yan Tingfeng’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Sweet... just right, is it?

"Wanlan!" Professor Xue came rushing over in a hurry, clutched Ye Wanlan’s shoulders, and looked her up and down, "Are you alright? I heard from Elder Shen and Elder Li that you were trapped in the Underground Palace, are you okay?"

Yan Tingfeng glanced up lightly, "You’re a bit too late with the news."

"Listen to yourself, what kind of talk is that?" Professor Xue glared at him before turning anxiously back to Ye Wanlan, "I don’t care about the others, but nothing must happen to our Wanlan!"

He was this double standard!

"Professor Xue, don’t worry, I’m fine," Ye Wanlan finished the last bite of her pastry, "I have some new findings to share with you all."

Professor Xue paused, looking somewhat nervous, "What findings?"

"No rush," Ye Wanlan smiled, "We’ll talk about it this afternoon when Professor Shen, Professor Li, and the film crew are all present."

After a day’s pause, in the afternoon, the filming of the show continued.

Everyone had arrived, but there was still no sign of Huo Ximian.

"What’s going on, where is Teacher Huo?" the director grew increasingly dissatisfied, "We agreed to continue filming this afternoon. Does she realize how much manpower and resources she’s wasting by delaying us half a day?"

Qi Yunzhao quickly said, "I’ve already called Ximian, but there’s been no answer."

The director held back his anger, "What about her assistant?"

Qi Yunzhao shook his head, "I don’t know."

"Go find her!" the director finally exploded, "If she can’t be found, replace her. We can do without filming the Huo Family if necessary!"

The staff hurried out.

Ye Wanlan overheard and raised her eyebrows, looking at Yan Tingfeng, "Your doing?"

Yan Tingfeng blinked again, "Xiao Wan?"

"Although I like saving people, I can clearly distinguish between friends, the common people, and enemies," Ye Wanlan said calmly, "To be merciful toward an enemy is to be cruel to oneself."

With only kindness, one cannot maintain a throne.

With only ruthlessness, one cannot become a sovereign.

A good sovereign can easily balance the two.

"If that was your doing, it actually saves me some trouble," Ye Wanlan suddenly smiled, "Don’t feel pressured about it."

Yan Tingfeng’s heart stirred, he sighed softly, "I’m happy to hear Xiao Wan say that."

His hands were stained with too much blood, and sometimes, in his midnight dreams, he wondered if he was an extremely wicked person.

But now, someone was telling him that he should take action when necessary, and mercy should be reserved for one’s own people.

"Forget Huo Ximian for now," the director said, still furious, "Miss Ye, the two professors, let’s shoot the Scholastic Group’s segment first. Please excuse the trouble."

"Professor Shen, Professor Li, director," Ye Wanlan looked up, "I would like to take you to the Underground Palace to see my new discovery."

It was enough to shake the entire Shenzhou!

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