CHAPTER 886: 886 ELDEST YOUNG MASTER AWAKENS! [2ND UPDATE]

"..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

"The Tower Master isn’t dead?!" The Supreme Elder of the Rong Family exclaimed in disbelief, "Did the ancestor tell Her Royal Highness the Princess directly?"

They couldn’t see Rong Shi, only witnessing Ye Wanlan talking to a certain place by herself.

At first, they truly thought Ye Wanlan had gone mad and was hallucinating.

Later, upon hearing her speak coherently with tight logic, they realized she had indeed seen Rong Shi and was conversing with him.

"Yes." Ye Wanlan said calmly, "Back then, Prince Brother went to Mount Penglai to try to resurrect me but was told that my soul was no longer in this world."

Yue Zheng frowned: "That’s right, that indeed happened. At the time, I also found it strange. Could it be because Her Royal Highness the Princess’s soul is different from that of ordinary people?"

"Yes, and no." Ye Wanlan explained, "Because the moment I died here, my soul traveled to another world, so Rong Shi would say to me before my departure that my journey would be long and he wished me a safe trip."

"!!"

The crowd was utterly stunned.

"In that world, I learned many things; it was a place similar to ours," Ye Wanlan continued, "also evolving from ancient times to modern, high-tech development, so I came to know there is never just one world in this universe."

"So..." Yue Zheng mused, "The Tower Master didn’t die, his soul traveled to another world? Like Atlantis?"

"Correct." Ye Wanlan nodded, "Though precisely which world he is in, even Rong Shi conversing with me doesn’t know."

She could guess that Rong Shi left behind many fragmented spirit illusions, each knowing different things, spanning past, present, and future.

She needed to find the Heroic Path fragment spirit illusion left by Rong Shi to inquire about Yan Tingfeng’s whereabouts.

"Very well." Xie Linyuan said with a low voice, "Brother Yan isn’t dead, and Little Junior Sister has found her spiritual solace."

Lin Fanyin nodded slowly: "This is wonderful news; however, the task is arduous and the journey long, but Your Highness, we are all by your side."

"Ah Lan, Aunt has some words for you." Xiang Mingyu started to speak, "Aunt feels you need to—"

"Aunt, don’t worry, I will search for him while handling official matters." Ye Wanlan smiled, "No matter what, Shenzhou comes first."

To her, it mattered, and to him as well.

And together, they would face it side by side.

"That’s not what Aunt means, Aunt..." Xiang Mingyu hesitated and sighed after a while, "Aunt means you should take more rest, Yongning, you are too exhausted."

"I understand." Ye Wanlan suppressed her smile, speaking softly, "But compared to what Aunt you’ve been through three hundred years ago, and others, what’s this little exhaustion to talk about?"

Xiang Mingyu was briefly taken aback, aware that the ordeal experienced by being torn apart had ultimately allowed Ye Wanlan to witness it.

Another silence ensued; she reached out to hold the girl in a virtual embrace, her voice gentle: "But nevertheless, Aunt thinks it’s fortunate you didn’t go through the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies."

Otherwise, as the Great Ning Country Lord, she would have been the primary target of the enemies, bearing unimaginable pain.

Ye Wanlan’s heart trembled, as did her arm.

She suddenly recalled a scene in the historical retrospect, remembering what He Jia said to his deputy.

——"This king is quite pleased she’s no longer around at this moment."

——"If she were here, I’m afraid she wouldn’t have been able to accept this too. It’s for the best; she need not endure the grief of separation by death, something I alone can bear."

This was her family, the harbor where she could pause.

"Understood, Aunt, when Prince Brother returns, you mustn’t complain to him." Ye Wanlan blinked and laughed, "You know he might actually hit me."

"Little He would hit you?" Xiang Mingyu chuckled dryly, "I think you’ve forgotten that once when your father wanted to punish you, he was blocked by Prince Brother; do you not know how much he spoils you?"

"I know." Ye Wanlan responded leisurely, "But when Prince Brother gets angry, it can be terrifying; by then, I will have to beg Aunt to shield me a bit."

"Would this Princess shield you?" Xiang Mingyu was momentarily speechless, "If Little He truly loses his temper, even your father and royal uncle combined with your two teachers wouldn’t be able to stop him."

He Jia maintained a cold face year-round, never smiling but never angry either, akin to an emotionless stone.

But once he was enraged, it was more than mere blood spattering five steps.

"Seems like I’ll have to figure out half a way to appease Prince Brother first." Ye Wanlan sighed, "I’m hungry; is there anything to eat now?"

This last sentence was directed at Rong Qi.

"Yes." Rong Qi snapped back, "I have long since prepared meals for Your Highness, all of which you like, specifically entrusted by the Tower Master..."

"Young Master Rong Qi, I’ve told Tingting, there is no Princess Yongning, nor Master of Highest Heaven Tower now." Ye Wanlan softly smiled, "No need to call me Your Highness, let’s keep it as before."

Rong Qi breathed a long sigh of relief: "Yes, Miss Ye."

Seeing Ye Wanlan regain her vitality and willing to eat, everyone felt joyful.

"Ah, who could have thought that when this old man observed the rise of the life stars of the dragon and phoenix among men, it was indeed because they returned to the Shenzhou Land Continent." Old Master Rong stroked his beard, "Xiao Qi, this old man still cannot believe it."

Rong Qi gave a wry smile: "Supreme Elder, how could I not feel the same? It always seems... all of this is too surreal, and the Princess Her Royal Highness feels even more unfathomable than the Tower Master."

"Indeed." The Supreme Elder of the Rong Family patted his chest, still scared, "No wonder someone who becomes an Emperor is truly intimidating."

**

Elsewhere, Atlantis, Chongming Country.

In a single-patient ward.

Crown Prince Bei Yin and the Crown Princess Consort are presently sitting by a white bed, worryingly gazing at the person lying on it.

Bei Yin closed his eyes, "Wasn’t it said that he’s already breathing on his own, no longer a vegetative state?"

"Yes, Your Highness, Crown Prince, seven days ago, the eldest son already recovered from the vegetative state." The doctor hurriedly explained, "Now his heartbeat is stable, and his breathing is normal."

The Crown Princess Consort worriedly said, "But why hasn’t he woken up yet?"

Seven days have passed, and their eldest son showed no sign of waking up.

Could it possibly take another ten or twenty years?

But they feared they, as a couple, couldn’t hold out that long. Once the Crown Prince of Bei Yin’s position is abolished, they would no longer have the rights and means to use these advanced medical devices to prolong their eldest son’s life.

"Well..." the doctor was also puzzled, "Normally he should wake up soon, but the eldest son’s condition has always been unusual, I’m not sure either."

Born as a vegetative state, seemingly soulless, was indeed rare.

"Madam, let’s leave first." Bei Yin sighed, "And come back tomorrow."

Just then, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

They were a pair of beautiful Phoenix eyes.