Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl

Xiang Shaoyu received elite training from a young age, starting his deep-level training as the Young Family Head at the age of ten.

Outsiders only saw his glamorous exterior and envied his birth in the leading Xiang Family of the Five Great Families, but few knew that the responsibilities he bore were far greater than others.

The Xiang Imperial Family enjoyed the benefits of all the people, so they must "defend the nation's gates as the Emperor, sacrifice for the country as the King."

Now, with the wealth and power of the Xiang Family stemming from the people, he naturally had to bear the responsibility of its protection.

In past years, he experienced some confusion about life, not knowing the meaning of it all.

But now, with Shenzhou and the entire world on the brink of life and death crisis, he had to step up and lead by example.

Without fail, uphold the proud spirit of the Xiang Family and the backbone of Shenzhou.

Rong Yu, listening, felt his eyes well up with tears.

He hurriedly turned away and wiped his tears before turning back again.

Xiang Shaoyu didn't notice and patted his shoulder: "Don't underestimate yourself."

"Old Xiang, stop with the mushy stuff." Rong Yu rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and snorted, "Hearing this from the mouth of a Capital Circle's Crown Prince, it's quite unsettling."

Xiang Shaoyu was furious: "Scram!"

What Capital Circle's Crown Prince, he'd have all those titles removed soon!

His ancestors had returned, and he'd like to see which other 'Crown Princes' dared to make trouble!

**

Global Center.

Extreme Path Organization Headquarters.

The Left Protector winked at the Right Protector, who nudged the Left Protector's arm.

"Old Zuo, we never thought we'd witness such a scene in our lifetime, even if we die, it's without regret," sighed the Right Protector.

"Then you'll be regret-free soon," the Left Protector rolled his eyes, "With the final day upon us, we'll certainly be first to get wiped out anyway." The ful*l$ serie!s liv!es on My Vi*rtu-al Li#b+ra+ry E!m*p.ire$ (M|^V|L0E%M#P$YR#)&.*

At the very center of the main hall, there was a long table surrounded by people, with Yan Tingfeng seated at its end.

Among these people, any one casually picked could shake the Global Center.

Starting from Yan Tingfeng's left, the first seat was occupied by the President of the World Bank, Christine Stewart.

Next were the Si Clan Patriarch, Estelle Rubinstein, and with the exception of the perpetually mysterious Neptune Family, the other Three Great Families were all present.

Yeh Xingli, Darian Stewart, Ling Yunzhan, and other prominent figures of the Global Center were gathered today at the Extreme Path.

Aside from them, there was another group of people seated at the other end of the table.

The leader was a middle-aged man, his brow furrowed, his expression showing a degree of irritation.

"Daoist, everyone on the list is present." The Right Protector shouted, "Please instruct us, Daoist!"

Only then did Yan Tingfeng look up: "Since everyone is here, there's no need for many words. From today on, at the Global Center, I am in charge, this is the first Roundtable Conference."

"..."

The main hall fell silent for a moment.

The Right Protector smacked his lips, indeed not a single wasted word was spoken.

"Absurd!" the middle-aged man shouted sharply, "The Extreme Path Organization is a dark force, and the Jidao Leader is also the leader of the dark! What qualification do you have to represent the Global Center? The Tower Master is still present, only he can convene a Roundtable Conference, who gave you this qualification?!"

He shouldn't have come here today to listen to the rants of a yellow-haired kid.

Yan Tingfeng's expression was indifferent as he spoke, "To correct you, besides being the leader of the dark, I have another far more important identity."

"What did you say?" The middle-aged man paused, exchanging a wary glance with the people behind him.

What other identity did this young, elegantly silver-haired man possess that they knew nothing about?

In front of everyone's eyes, Yan Tingfeng spoke in a matter-of-fact tone: "I am the partner of Miss Ye Wanlan."

Christine: "..."

Yeh Xingli: "..."

Wen Chaosheng: "..."

Everyone: "..."

The middle-aged man evidently didn't know the name: "Who?"

The secretary next to him frowned and looked it up on a tablet, saying: "Sir, she is a student from Yunjing University, currently an exchange student at Shenzhou University."

The middle-aged man was further confused, a university student?

He sneered: "What a joke! Is all you can do just crack jokes?"

Wen Chaosheng muttered under his breath: "You know nothing."

To be honest, he truly envied Yan Tingfeng's identity.

He's YN's partner!

With Sister YN backing him, where couldn't he walk in sideways?

If he had this identity, he certainly wouldn't hesitate to declare it to the world.

"I have no time to waste with you here." The middle-aged man's gaze was cold, "You clearly intend to seize power while the Tower Master is in retreat, but that's impossible. However, if you're willing to be loyal to the Tower Master, then we can sit down and talk today, even become friends."

The Jidao Leader was so young, something he hadn't anticipated.

"Truly a joke." Yan Tingfeng finally restrained his smile, his expression indifferent, "Do you think I invited you here to let you laugh and talk idly?"

"Then what exactly are you…" The middle-aged man's words were cut off by a loud "boom."

A heavy iron door slammed down behind, sealing it tightly without a single gap.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

"Clang clang."

The continuous sound of metal clashing seemed to start a symphony.

The entire hall was completely sealed, no matter how powerful the thermal weapon, it couldn't breach this defense.

"You—!" The middle-aged man was astounded, then he looked to Yeh Xingli, "Yeh Xingli, you betrayed us!"

This defensive counterattack system was clearly a product of the International Strategic Studies Institute.

"Betrayal?" Yeh Xingli chuckled, "From the beginning to the end, I have only stood on the side of the people, how could it be betrayal?"

His entry into the International Strategic Studies Institute, his efforts to climb to such a high position, was not for power but to research more advanced technology to benefit humanity.

The middle-aged man laughed in anger: "Yeh Xingli, you really are exalted!"

His gaze was dark, his fists clenched tightly.

He thought everyone coveted power, but there truly existed a fool like Yeh Xingli, only knowing dedication!

"Daoist, in order to make us submit to you, is your only method to trap us here?" Beside the middle-aged man, an elder abruptly opened his eyes, sharp light bursting from them, "We will not yield, the Tower Master would not be so unreasonable! A person like you could never win our loyalty!"

"Reason? My reason is—" Yan Tingfeng tapped the table and suddenly smiled, "Don't submit, then die."

Submit and prosper, defy and perish.

Three hundred years later, this former Supreme Martial Arts Master, would once again cleanse the new Jianghu with a thunderous hand.