Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 915: Disciple Yongning, Greets Teacher [Part 1]

Chapter 915: Chapter 915: Disciple Yongning, Greets Teacher [Part 1]

Castor had no time to react or buffer and was directly crushed to the ground by the enormous force.

With a "bang," his knees hit the floor, and even his bones screamed in pain.

However, the pressure did not lessen at all; instead, it grew stronger, pressing him until his face was against the marble floor, twisted by the force.

Castor was a very formidable Alpha-level Divine Bloodline holder, and across the whole Cangyuan Country, aside from Lancelot, he had never considered anyone as his equal.

He was very proud and took pride in his own strength.

But now, his pride and arrogance were crushed by Ye Wanlan, ground into the floor.

Castor’s brain buzzed noisily, and his already limited intelligence dropped to negative numbers.

What kind of power does this new King of Cangyuan possess?!

"Sigh, did you think I didn’t stop you because I was protecting His Majesty?" Lancelot’s voice echoed above him, "Foolish child, I’m worried about you getting into trouble."

Castor didn’t speak; he was pinned to the ground, face distorted, finding it hard to breathe.

Lancelot squatted down and patted him on the shoulder: "True, there’s a gap between you and me, but the difference between you and His Majesty is like heaven and earth. Not even a hundred Alphas could match an Omega. Didn’t they teach you that at Neptune Military Academy?"

Castor’s mind completely stalled, and his lips trembled greatly, drained of color.

An Omega-level... Divine Bloodline holder?

Could it be that Cangyuan Country has a new Omega-level?

Castor’s face was ashen.

He certainly knew this logic, but Omega-level Divine Bloodline holders could be counted on one hand and were merely legendary.

If he knew Ye Wanlan was an Omega-level, he wouldn’t dare charge into the great hall even if given a hundred times the courage.

Lancelot stood up and addressed Ye Wanlan: "Your Majesty, he has a masochistic inclination by nature. You’ve subdued him, so now he’ll be obedient."

Ye Wanlan’s expression was calm: "I’ll leave him to you."

Castor was not one of those officials who harmed innocent people, so she wouldn’t kill him.

"At your command!" Lancelot was very pleased, "Thank you, Your Majesty. I must teach him a proper lesson."

Castor, who was his arch-enemy, had been humiliated, something Lancelot could not achieve alone.

It had to be his Sister YN!

Castor was dragged away by Lancelot, full of humiliation, but indeed, he admired strength and had already been subdued by Ye Wanlan.

Ye Wanlan continued handling the documents.

Time passed unknown; day and night alternated, and people from the land traveled through the passage to visit Atlantis.

"Ah Lan, good news!" Xing Yue panted, "Minister Shen... Minister Shen has awakened!"

Ye Wanlan’s hand suddenly shook, and the pen fell from her hand, ink spreading over the white paper, instantly ruining a document.

Ever since she had sent the Mingyue Token carrying Shen Mingshu to be nurtured at Penglai Observatory, several months had passed.

The soul is more complex than the human brain, and even though she had practiced the Tao for many years, she could not fully understand the soul.

Just like she still didn’t know why, after that lifetime as Princess Yongning, she would travel to another world.

And why, after dying in that world, she returned to Shenzhou Land Continent.

Therefore, even though Han Yunsheng preserved Shen Mingshu’s soul, Ye Wanlan could not be sure if Shen Mingshu’s soul could truly awaken.

"Ah Lan, my old man is currently accompanying Minister Shen in conversation; her condition is good," Xing Yue continued, "Don’t rush; wait until you finish dealing with the affairs of Atlantis."

Ye Wanlan listened quietly, inadvertently raising her hand to touch her cheek, where her fingers found a trace of moisture.

She closed her eyes.

How wonderful, three hundred years later, she could still see her teacher again.

"All the major issues have been dealt with; I’ll go over now." Ye Wanlan wiped her tears clean, "Let’s go."

**

Under Mount Penglai, incense was thriving.

Since Yue Zheng’s return, she had also dismantled the Mountain Protection Array of Mount Penglai and recruited many Taoist disciples under the name of Penglai Observatory, reviving Penglai.

In the backyard of Penglai Observatory, a transparent figure sat on a meditation cushion, wearing a long cyan robe, her hair held by a jade hairpin, appearing serene and calm.

"Minister Shen, this, I... no, not I..." The Master of Penglai Observatory, despite living over a century, stuttered at this moment, unable to speak a complete sentence.

Shen Mingshu exuded an aura that felt like a gentle spring breeze but also resembled the ocean, vast and deep, making one uneasy.

After all, she was the first female prime minister through the ages, capable of commanding the officials, not an ordinary figure.

"Temple Master, there’s no need to be afraid." Shen Mingshu smiled, saying, "I’m not that intimidating. What’s written in the history books is, after all, somewhat embellished."

"No, no! Not embellished, absolutely not!" The Master of Penglai Observatory finally caught his breath, "Meeting Minister Shen today, I realize that the history books cannot capture even a fraction of your elegance."

Can mere text compare to the impact of seeing with one’s own eyes?

The Master of Penglai Observatory now understood why Shen Mingshu could rise to the position of prime minister and mentor such a brilliant heir as Princess Yongning.

Though she lacked military power, she could guide the empire.

The Ning Dynasty had Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng as its martial pillar and Female Prime Minister Shen Mingshu for its literary strength.

"Temple Master, you overpraise me." Shen Mingshu hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Among the multitude, who isn’t just an ordinary person struggling painfully?"

She served as Prime Minister, so she naturally had to fulfill her responsibilities.

Shen Mingshu gently sighed, raising her head to gaze at the towering skyscrapers in the distance.

A thing called an "airplane" roared overhead, and Mount Penglai was filled with people coming to find a master and learn skills.

Three hundred years later, Shenzhou still flourished.

Her death was worthwhile.

Death was not frightful for Shen Mingshu; she feared that after her death, there would be no more Shenzhou.

Hurried footsteps sounded.

Shen Mingshu recollected her thoughts, turned, and smiled: "Is this the Temple Master’s disciple?"

"Ah? Yes!" The Temple Master of Penglai Observatory was taken aback, "But the other one..."

He didn’t finish his sentence before Ye Wanlan had already arrived in front of Shen Mingshu.

"The Temple Master’s disciple is truly a phoenix among people." Shen Mingshu smiled again, "May I know your name?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl lifted her clothes and slowly knelt before her.

Shen Mingshu was startled: "What are you doing? Get up!"

Though she was a prime minister, Shen Mingshu indeed did not care much about formalities.

Even more so considering it was already three hundred years later.

The Ning Dynasty had fallen, and there were no kneeling rituals.

Ye Wanlan did not rise; instead, she solemnly bowed to Shen Mingshu: "Disciple Yongning, greets the teacher."