Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl

Chapter 358 The Complete Truth, The Drama Begins [2 Updates]

Chapter 358: 358 The Complete Truth, The Drama Begins [2 Updates]He racked his brains and realized that the only person who resembled Sheng Yunyi was Ye Wanlan.

But appearances reflect the heart, and now on close inspection, there was no resemblance between the two.

"I’m sorry, Ye... I’m so sorry," Zhou Hechen pressed his lips together, "I didn’t entirely see you as... I do have genuine feelings for you."

Admittedly, when Ye Wanlan suddenly changed her demeanor months ago, it piqued his interest significantly.

However, he absolutely did not want to admit that he could have feelings for a stand-in; it was humiliating.

After suspecting that Ye Wanlan might actually be his true lifesaver, the feelings he had suppressed in his heart finally erupted.

But Zhou Hechen waited, only to find no response at all.

"If Mr. Zhou is

Yan Tingfeng tilted his head down to listen: "What is it?"

"Even the old locations of Penglai and Beiming can be found today, just with formations that prevent entry," Ye Wanlan’s eyes were deep, "what about Highest Heaven Tower?"

Highest Heaven Tower was not under the Six Great Sects, but in terms of overall strength, it was indeed the foremost power in the Martial World.

Not to mention the Tower Master of Highest Heaven Tower, the Supreme Martial Arts Master, and the first in Jianghu—just his nine Lords were enough to deter the entire Jianghu.

She had never faced the Tower Master of Highest Heaven Tower, but she had seen several of the Lords, who could truly be called the Dragon and Phoenix of men, praised many times by Ning Zhaozong.

Each of these nine Lords could be the Family Head of a Sect, yet they willingly served under the Tower Master, supporting him wholeheartedly.

It showed that the Tower Master’s ability to firmly hold the title of the hegemon of the Martial World was not only due to his own unrivaled strength but also because of his formidable leadership.

Yan Tingfeng’s gaze shifted, and he murmured to himself, "Highest Heaven Tower?"

He closed his eyes, not to darkness, but to a vision of blood-red.

He had lived a very long time, several hundred years, yet the last three hundred years were spent in an Ice Coffin.

The events of three hundred years ago felt to him as if they had just happened not long before.

He did not want to remember, but he must, as those memories fueled his drive to keep living.

Only he knew that Highest Heaven Tower had been annihilated completely, its nine Lords had each dissipated, using their power to protect Shenzhou with him.

He had a chance to awaken, but they had long since vanished into Heaven and Earth, with not even their spirits remaining.

"History has not reached a verdict, but many historians have concluded that it was Highest Heaven Tower that conspired with the enemy, causing Shenzhou to fall so quickly," Yan Tingfeng said softly, "Thus, Highest Heaven Tower no longer exists."

"Yeah, as I said last time, I don’t believe it," Ye Wanlan said lightly, "He may have killed many, but he always had his own code of honor in Jianghu."

Honor in Jianghu is the bottom line. She would die for honor, and so would the Tower Master.

"Honor in Jianghu?" Yan Tingfeng paused briefly, then suddenly smiled, "Perhaps one day, Xiao Wan will find the remnants of Highest Heaven Tower and uncover the truth of history."

How could he, after three hundred years, meet someone who understood him so well?

A gentleman dies for those who appreciate him.

This proverb was indeed true.

At least for her, he was willing.

**

After coming back to Jiangcheng, dispirited, Zhou Hechen began to investigate the name Sheng Xiaoqian and eventually discovered the truth.

But the records showed that Sheng Xiaoqian had died of an illness at the age of seven.

Since she was the illegitimate daughter of the Patriarch Sheng, she did not even qualify to be interred in the Sheng family’s ancestral tomb and was carelessly buried in some mausoleum.

Zhou Hechen felt an overwhelming rage—he had been made a fool of by Sheng Yunyi for all these years!

When he burst into the eastern city villa, Sheng Yunyi was having dinner.

With a crash, Zhou Hechen flipped over the dining table, shocking Sheng Yunyi immensely.

Sheng Yunyi had not yet opened her mouth to speak when he grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the wall.

Zhou Hechen sneered repeatedly: "Sheng Yunyi, you and your mother played me for a fool so well!"

"Hechen, big brother just woke up, not knowing what happened, perhaps his cognitive system is disordered," Sheng Yunyi tried to keep her voice steady, "Didn’t the doctor say that if big brother could wake up, there would be irreversible damage to his brain, he..."

"Shut up!" Zhou Hechen said coldly, "Do you know the name Sheng Xiaoqian?"

Sheng Yunyi’s eyes widened: "Could it be her..."

As soon as she said this, she covered her mouth, but it was already too late.

"So, you do know," Zhou Hechen said with a laugh filled with fury, "You’ve been impersonating your sister’s deed and deceiving me for over a decade!"

"Hechen, she was already diagnosed with cancer; she wouldn’t have lived long!" Sheng Yunyi finally panicked, "And, and I am innocent, it was my mother who made me do this, even I didn’t know that Xiaoqian saved you."

Madam Sheng had laid the plans too well, too convincingly—she knew who Zhou Hechen’s real savior was, yet she never told even her daughter, always pretending in front of her as if she knew nothing.

Sheng Yunyi’s heart grew icy cold.

It turned out that from the very beginning, she was just a pawn for Madam Sheng.

No wonder her attempts to find Zhou Hechen’s true savior never succeeded—because Sheng Xiaoqian had died early on.

"Tell me, what else have you done?" Zhou Hechen’s eyes brimmed with red.

"I, I..." Sheng Yunyi struggled to breathe.

For the first time, she felt close to death.

Zhou Hechen grew even angrier, tightening his grip: "Say it!"

"I’ll tell you!" Sheng Yunyi cried out, "Ye... Ye Wanlan never hurt my hand, it was I who falsely accused her of stealing my painting, and also—"

"What else?" Zhou Hechen’s temples throbbed.