Chapter 219 The Twenty-First Day of Entering a Rebirth Novel

Chapter 219: Day 21 of Transmigrating into a Rebirth Novel

That horrified expression of the barbarian envoy was frozen within the crystal ice!

But it wasn't over yet.

A moment after the ice sculpture formed, fine cracks began to appear on its surface. Then, with an extremely faint "crack" like shattered glass, the entire ice sculpture, along with the person frozen inside, shattered into countless fine, shimmering ice crystal dust, drifting and scattering... until it disappeared completely.

No blood, no remains, not a single trace that they ever existed.

As if that person had never existed in this world.

In the Jiying Hall, a deathly silence fell.

So quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stood like statues, their minds completely blank.

Shock, frenzy, terror, awe, disbelief... all kinds of extreme emotions interweaved and churned across their faces.

With a wave of his hand, a cup of water turned into a dragon, devoured a person, condensed into ice, and turned to ash—no bones remained!

What kind of godlike power was this?!

It was completely beyond their comprehension!

Behind An Yi, his two students gazed at their teacher's back with fervent expressions.

Huo Huai clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms. He stared at that proud, solitary figure, and a storm raged in his heart—so the National Preceptor actually possessed such heaven-and-earth-shaking power!

His earlier petty schemes seemed so laughable, so insignificant!

Ran Zhuyu lowered her head, hiding the seismic shock in her eyes.

Her previous guess was wrong.

An Yi was not a reborn person; he was probably... a deity manifest in the world!

She hadn't taken it seriously earlier... She gritted her teeth.

Ah! Damn it!

The barbarian envoy delegation, including the Second Prince, had long lost their wits and turned pale. Some even collapsed on the spot with weak limbs, their trousers wet with urine, a foul stench spreading.

An Yi acted as if he had done something trivial. He unhurriedly adjusted his sleeves, then picked up another untouched wine cup from his table.

He turned to the Second Prince and his retinue, who were completely dumbstruck, their faces as pale as paper, backs drenched in cold sweat, trembling like quails.

A mere parlor trick, just for your amusement. Envoy, please drink this cup to your fill.

His smile remained gentle, his tone still peaceful.

But at that moment, in the eyes of everyone who had witnessed that scene, that gentle smile was far more terrifying than the most ferocious demon's face.

The Second Prince jolted and practically scrambled to grab his own cup. Due to extreme terror, his hands trembled like leaves in the wind, spilling most of the wine onto his robes.

He dared not look at An Yi again. Raising his cup in a random toast toward the emperor, his voice dry and trembling: "To His Majesty! To... to the National Preceptor!"

After that, as if drinking deadly poison, he gulped down the remaining wine, choking and coughing repeatedly but daring not to stop.

No one dared to mention the marriage alliance again.

Nor did anyone dare ask about the fate of the vanished envoy.

And so the matter was dropped.

Only now did the Old Emperor seem to recover his breath from the immense shock. He placed a hand on his heaving chest, looking at An Yi with unprecedented, almost fanatical awe and adoration!

Excellent!

With such a divinely powerful National Preceptor blessing him, Great Ming's reign would surely last ten thousand generations!

His quest for immortality—how could it fail?!

The National Preceptor could achieve such feats; surely he could take him to the celestial realm!

For the rest of the banquet, the barbarian envoys were completely silenced, cowering in their seats, not daring to move, not even daring to look up at An Yi, terrified that that 'small parlor trick' might befall them next.

An Yi sat there with a smile, pausing briefly on Huo Huai's face—filled with shock, complexity, and a hint of indescribable desolation—then looked away.

Feeling that brief glance, Huo Huai's heart once again raced uncontrollably. But this time, besides the fluttering, there was a deeper sense of powerlessness.

Such a figure... no, this was not human—this was immortal, divine.

How could a mere mortal like him dare... how could he even dream of it?

Comments section:

"???????????"

"What the hell?!"

"What was that? Am I hallucinating?"

"What the hell is this? Is this still a female-led rebirth novel?!"

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! What did I just see? Conjuring a water dragon tornado with his bare hands? And freezing someone into dust?! An Yi, you're not a National Preceptor, you're a hidden boss, right?! Weren't we supposed to be reading a female lead rebirth political intrigue power fantasy?! The genre suddenly changed, author! (Shocked, dropped the watermelon.jpg)"

"I'm really curious: isn't the National Preceptor a transmigrator? Then why can he do these things? What world did he come from?"

"This turned out to be a xianxia novel, and I've already read over a hundred chapters!"

"Is the author crazy?!"

"Wait! This is unscientific! Didn't An Yi teach physics before? Does this look like physics?! (Einstein's coffin can't hold him down.jpg)"

"Physics has ceased to exist!"

"Abolish human tyranny, the world belongs to the Three-Body!"

"?? Is this the time to say that? The person above is crazy too?"

"Author, you have no heart!!! Where's the political intrigue? How did it suddenly turn xianxia?! Our little Zhuyu is still diligently doing household scheming, and you go straight to magic... I mean, immortal arts?! How is she supposed to compete?"

"Shedding a tear for our little Zhuyu... She originally got the script of a reborn revenge strong female lead, but suddenly the world setting leveled up, and the National Preceptor next door started cultivating immortality!"

"Zhu Yu: I’ve got a rebirth cheat code!

An Yi: Hey! I’ve got a cheat too! Bro, your cheat isn’t as good as mine! (that face) (Lu Bu face.jpg)

No… I just want to ask—given such incredible abilities, why did he act all mysterious and brew elixirs before? If he’d revealed his true power outright, the Old Emperor would’ve treated him like his own father, right? Plot hole, huh?

Second Prince: Mom, I want to go home! Great Ming is too terrifying! (weak, pitiful, and helpless.jpg)

@Author, come out! I swear I won’t kill you! Your plot’s running wild like an unbroken horse! What happened to the promised genre? How did it suddenly veer into xianxia?! ((&￥￥@%()))@#! &......#Damn!

Nice keyboard smash—comment above!

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An Yi smiled. Hehe, scared you, didn’t I, my dear little readers?"

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