Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 876 He called her, Princess [ - 2]

He had to save her this time, and no one could stop him.

Not Heaven and Earth, not ghosts and gods.

He never believed in so-called destiny.

When he was ten, someone foretold that he would meet a grim end, doomed to die young in the chaotic Jianghu.

But he didn’t.

Not only did he survive, he rose to the highest position in Jianghu, becoming a generation’s Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch.

At twenty, some said his relentless pursuit of martial arts would ultimately make him another Gui Qing, detested by all.

But again, he didn’t.

He refined saber technique and Beiming Arts to their peak, fusing martial arts and magic power, becoming invincible to any weapon.

Now, everyone said today was a deadlock, that Ye Wanlan was doomed to die.

In that case, he would defy fate once more for everyone to see!

"Tower Master, Her Royal Highness the Princess simultaneously deployed Infinite Ruler and Summoning God Banner. Even at your peak, you can’t enter this Yin Yang Realm now," Yue Zheng said, frowning. "And if the Yin Yang Realm breaks, the Dead Soul Spirit Army summoned by Envoy Zhu Lun will instantly attack Yunjing!"

Indeed, the Vajra Cover is renowned as the hardest substance in the world, capable of withstanding both art and magic, but soul bodies are not confined by it.

These Dead Soul Spirit Army could pass through the Vajra Cover, turning Yunjing into a ghost city once they entered.

This was why Ye Wanlan, upon seeing the Dead Soul Spirit Army summoned by Envoy Zhu Lun, immediately used the Summoning God Banner without hesitation.

By blocking the path of the Dead Soul Spirit Army with the Yin Yang Realm, Yunjing could remain safe.

"But Xiao Wan won’t allow the Yin Yang Realm to break," Yan Tingfeng raised his head, eyes locked on the blood-covered Ye Wanlan.

There must be a way to reach her before the Yin Yang Realm breaks.

"With Summoning God Banner and Infinite Ruler both deployed, and tens of thousands of Wandering Spirits summoned," said the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family, pale-faced, "there’s truly no way to survive, unless the Tower Master..."

Yue Zheng seemed to realize something, her expression changing: "Could this be the prophecy mentioned by Rong Shi?"

In the sky, the Dead Soul Spirit Army and Skeleton Undead Army were already locked in battle.

The fight was fierce, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

The Three Envoys originally thought this operation would be effortless, but they found themselves constantly thwarted.

"This little girl’s strength is indeed not to be underestimated. If she could be used by us, once the final day comes, there will be no one to oppose us," Envoy Zhuanlun’s eyes showed a bit of appreciation, "Why not bring her under our command? As long as our gods leave a mark on her soul, she’ll have to obey."

"Zhuanlun, you’re too simplistic," Envoy Fu Tu said coldly, "There’s absolutely no way we could take her back alive."

Envoy Zhuanlun frowned: "What do you mean? Does she prefer death over living?"

"Indeed, these People of Shenzhou have such unyielding spirits," Envoy Guiyi shook his head, "Three hundred years ago, we didn’t participate in the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies, but we witnessed their resistance."

Even the youngest, Princess Yongle, perished together with the enemy at the age of nine.

Getting the People of Shenzhou to kneel is harder than killing them.

Envoy Zhuanlun was somewhat annoyed: "Such foolish loyalty! At least staying alive, one has their life. But if dead, there’s nothing left."

"Roar!"

"Whoosh—"

The sounds of eerie wailing filled the air.

Ye Wanlan felt her strength rapidly diminish, with her vision darkening.

A metallic taste rose from her throat, blood filling her mouth.

Was she about to... collapse?

But the enemy lived, and if she couldn’t hold on, what would become of Shenzhou?

What about those behind her?

Ye Wanlan would always remember the words her teacher, the Female Prime Minister Shen Mingshu, told her when she was declared the Crown Prince—

"Princess, you partake in the livelihood of all people, so you must protect your populace, swearing by your life."

Ye Wanlan bit her tongue, forcing herself to stay conscious.

Her vision was still blurry, but she could see the contemptuous smiles of the Three Envoys.

They floated silently in the air, awaiting her death.

Once she died, not one person in Yunjing could survive.

She absolutely couldn’t fall now.

Ye Wanlan’s hand trembled as she flipped her wrist, a long needle appearing at her fingertips.

Life and Death Needle!

She pierced the Life and Death Needle into a major acupuncture point, and suddenly, a new energy filled her Dantian.

This method is a forbidden Taiyi Acupuncture Technique, opening all meridians for greater power, but lasting only for 15 minutes.

After 15 minutes, the meridians would shatter, leaving her a cripple.

Ye Wanlan knew her body was reaching its limit.

If death was unavoidable, she’d use her life to its fullest.

Seeing her nearly buckling knees suddenly stand firm again, the faces of the Three Envoys and Yue Zheng changed.

"Did this girl hide her strength?" Envoy Zhuanlun said in disbelief, "Where did she get such power?"

"Zhuanlun, stay calm," Envoy Guiyi smiled faintly, "It’s the final burst of energy illuminating from a dying flame, I see her soul is nearly shattered already. We just need to wait."

"Life and Death Needle..." Yue Zheng gasped, "Her Royal Highness never intended to survive."

The Life and Death Needle could bring the dead to life, but also the living to death.

"Tower Master!" the Supreme Elder of the Rong Family hastily spoke, "I just did another divination... Where’s the Tower Master?"

He looked up, but saw no sign of Yan Tingfeng.

Yue Zheng suddenly said, "The Tower Master is above."

The Supreme Elder of the Rong Family looked sharply and saw Yan Tingfeng had entered the Yin Yang Realm.

He reached Ye Wanlan’s side, letting her lean against his shoulder: "Xiao Wan, sorry, I’m late."

Ye Wanlan, blood-soaked, was stunned: "Tingfeng."

She didn’t even need to say, "I know."

Their eyes met and they understood each other completely without a word.

Yan Tingfeng’s hand trembled slightly.

In the end, she discovered his identity, but he didn’t want her to be sad.

Yan Tingfeng raised his hand, wiped away the blood at the corner of her eyes.

With countless words boiling down to just two: "Does it hurt?"

"Saying no wouldn’t be true," Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "But I’m quite good at enduring pain."

"Xiao Wan, I won’t let you die," Yan Tingfeng smiled softly, calling her, "Princess."

This time, the Master of Highest Heaven Tower would not allow Princess Yongning to die so young.

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