Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 865 Three hundred years later, he was always by her side [ - 1]

Chapter 865: 865 Three hundred years later, he was always by her side [Chapter 1]

No one knows how this mere sixteen-year-old boy possesses such profound martial arts skills.

No one also knows when or by what means he subdued the nine great villains of Jianghu, making them the lords of the Highest Heaven Tower, willingly submitting to him.

Even fewer know his appearance and name; those who meet him can only respectfully address him as "Tower Master," rarely has anyone close enough to call him "Young Master."

He truly does not need a name.

Because his martial prowess is enough to make the masses bow down to him.

A name, what does it matter?

At the Martial Arts Gathering, heroes from all corners were assembled.

Ye Wanlan also saw the familiar faces —

Lin Fanyin, Xie Linyuan, Huo Jingyu, Shui Yunqing, Yue Zheng, Xing Yun...

Except for Rong Shi, who never leaves the house, all the prodigies of the Six Great Sects were also present.

Thousands gathered to congratulate and welcome the Master of Highest Heaven Tower in unifying Jianghu.

Ye Wanlan stood quietly among the crowd, looking up at the young boy at the top.

Among the many Jianghu people, he was very young, even childlike, yet his aura surpassed all the elders, making it impossible for anyone to withstand his charismatic presence.

Even Ye Wanlan did not expect that the Martial Arts Gathering she couldn’t see in her past life would now unfold before her eyes three hundred years later.

Though the Imperial Court never meddles in Jianghu affairs, such a large gathering as the Martial Arts Gathering inevitably lead to some court presence.

Ye Wanlan knew who this time’s attendee was.

It was Yan Wang Hejia, her brother.

Hejia, at this time, was already eighteen years old, and his name as War God had spread far and wide.

He came with just a deputy general, concealing himself within the multitude of Jianghu people.

"Prince, the new Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch... probably won’t be a docile one." The deputy general was somewhat anxious, "He’s already killed hundreds at sixteen; it can be seen he hasn’t even reached his peak. Once he grows, no one will be his match."

Hejia, whose appearance had been altered, quietly looked at the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch who was two years younger than him, and suddenly laughed.

He rarely laughed, always appearing cold and distant.

This sudden laugh caused the deputy general beside him to feel a bit uneasy and fearful.

"Every generation has its own outstanding talent," Hejia said lightly, "It’s when no geniuses appear that there is more to worry about."

The deputy general couldn’t fathom his thoughts and tentatively asked, "Your Highness means...?"

"To meet a confidant is a joyous occasion, and to have a worthy opponent as well. I hope one day, I could have a good fight with him," Hejia turned, "No need to worry, there’s still Xiao Lan."

Ye Wanlan’s heart trembled fiercely.

At this time, did her brother already believe in her so much?

But ultimately, she still died too early, too early.

After the Martial Arts Gathering concluded, the Master of Highest Heaven Tower returned to the Highest Heaven Tower.

The lords chattered, their faces animated and joyful in discussion.

"You guys didn’t see how majestic the Tower Master was today, worshipped by thousands, it was truly exhilarating!"

"Saw it, saw it, finally waited for this day. No one expected the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch to be occupied by the Tower Master."

"Those old fools’ eyes of disbelief, but who made them unable to beat the Tower Master?"

"It’s a pity we still can’t see the true appearance of the Tower Master."

"We who practice Art and Method never show our true faces to others." Upon hearing this, the Master of Highest Heaven Tower seemed to smile faintly, "If others knew of one’s appearance, name, and birth details, and set up a formation with them, wouldn’t that be disastrous?"

A lord was stunned, "But the Saintess and Sect Hierarch..."

Yue Zheng and Xing Yun had never hidden their appearances.

"Oh, the reason for that, probably because I am more afraid of death than they are," the Master of Highest Heaven Tower said.

But his tone was so nonchalant, and there was no fear in his eyes.

Others did not understand, but Ye Wanlan understood.

The trauma brought by the events at age three was too great, he hated his enemies and hated himself.

He did not want to see his own face, which would remind him of his parents who died tragically before him.

So, from the age of three, he never used his true face again.

Outsiders can only see the unmatched elegance of the Master of Highest Heaven Tower, but the heights are unbearably lonely.

Ye Wanlan knows, he, like her, is lonely.

At sixteen, he shook Jianghu, unbeatable across the Martial World.

But if he were to choose, he would rather have been pampered at his parents’ knees.

Fate is a ruthless blade, pushing people forward, irreversible, unchangeable.

When everyone had left, the boy put away his smile, silently rose.

He went to the Bottomless Cliff.

On the Bottomless Cliff, there was a tombstone —

The grave of his father, Yan Wuhen, and mother, Su Hongxiu.

The boy placed a bundle in front of the tombstone, opened it, revealing a head whose blood had dried.

"Father, mother, your child has avenged you; the last person has been killed by me." His voice was faint, "This person was clever. When I killed the Sect Master of Canglang Blade Sect, he knew it was me who came and actually fled for six whole years."

No one answered, above the cliff, only the gentle breeze caressed.

He took out a Jade Pendant.

The jade of the pendant was not of good quality; there were many impurities inside, and it bore mottled traces, clearly aged.

But Ye Wanlan saw clearly, inside the pendant were carved two words —

"Yun Yin."

So the real name of the Master of Highest Heaven Tower was "Yan Yunyin."

The swallow flies through clouds not contesting with the heavens, hidden in the world, carefree.

Yan Wuhen and Su Hongxiu hoped that after growing up, he would stay away from Jianghu disputes, even without profound martial arts or cultivation, as long as he grew up happily and safely.

But alas, hope remains just hope.

Plans can’t keep up with changes; Heaven insisted on shattering beautiful things for people to see.

Yan Yunyin, along with Yan Wuhen and Su Hongxiu, died together thirteen years ago.

Now, there was only the Master of Highest Heaven Tower.

He took off the never-removed mask, and beneath it was a very ordinary face, forgettable at first glance.

Ye Wanlan knew this was not his real appearance either.

Indeed, he peeled away another human skin mask thin as cicada wings.

Yet underneath the two layers of disguise, it was still a fake face.

Ye Wanlan sighed softly.

The Master of Highest Heaven Tower, indeed, was overly meticulous.

The boy raised his hand, the Art and Method dispersion, his true face finally appeared before Ye Wanlan.

"..."

Everything fell into silence at that moment.

Ye Wanlan heard nothing, saw nothing.

At this moment, in her world, only this face remained.

It was the familiar long brows, familiar phoenix eyes, familiar lip shape.

The only difference was that this time, he still retained some youthful innocence, and his hair was black, not yet turned white.

His appearance was extremely good, regardless of hair color, he was very handsome.

It’s just that the white-haired him had an added serenity.

Ye Wanlan stood in place, even her eyelashes trembled.

She thought, perhaps they were all too guarded, too proud, too ruthless, trusting no one.

She didn’t recognize him, nor he, her.

Three hundred years later, Yan Tingfeng always remained by Ye Wanlan’s side.

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