Volume One, Chapter 169: A Twilight Poem, Seemingly Foretelling Farewell

“The next singer will surely astonish everyone!”

“Because from the very beginning, he has never revealed his identity, and every performance is done wearing a mask!”

“That is none other than the White Elephant God, whom the entire internet has been searching for!”

As soon as the host finished speaking, the spotlight shone on Su Le.

The White Elephant mask instantly appeared.

After a brief silence, the audience erupted into thunderous applause.

Especially since the White Elephant God was so mysterious—he never debuted, and all his personal information was completely concealed.

No one outside knew anything about him, nor when he might appear.

This caused many of his fans to be unable to catch his performances…

“I live in the room upstairs. If you need anything, just come find me!” After saying this, the old woman walked away obediently.

Meanwhile, the raw wool jointly bet on by Wang Haoming, Fatty Ma, and Luo Feng was sizable, but its performance at the auction window was rather mediocre, so it was ranked lower.

The maid guarding the door looked at her with wide eyes, seemingly surprised that after all that had happened, she still dared to show up here.

It was summer, and the garden was lush with flourishing flowers and plants. Beside the corridor, a large patch of wisteria swayed gently in the breeze, releasing a faint floral fragrance.

All joy vanished in an instant. Qiao Song felt disheartened, his hands slowly dropping as he sat on the bed.

The three present understood what this meant: the sealing of the demon eye signified that Xiang Ye had become an ordinary person, and his life risk level had suddenly increased by dozens of percentage points.

Working outside was not just about the job itself, but also about the experience and contact with the outside world.

Indeed, he had previously only focused on how to get Zhou Chun to help him escape, neglecting such details.

Zhang Zi’an breathed a sigh of relief, about to close the chat window, but the other side sent another question.

The white-haired elder was slightly taken aback; the pipe in his hand lightly tapped Fang Jinpeng’s forehead. He looked at Zhang Yifan, somewhat annoyed and displeased: “I brought people to help you eliminate your rivals, yet you won’t let me kill them? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tang Yurou also released her grip on Qin Chen’s sleeve at this moment, biting her lip, lost in thought.

Thus, it was a difficult decision. Tonight’s emergency council meeting was basically ineffective, with many adopting a bystander’s attitude.

Just a month ago, Fang Yunfei, feeling dejected, planned to return to Kurong City. Passing through Mofei City, he heard that the Quanqing Secret Realm had opened, possibly yielding the Pure Heart Divine Essence. Since he was not part of the Hongyan Alliance, he could not enter the secret realm and could only wait outside.

As soon as he spoke, his superior, Wu Wanfei, looked at him with anger. She quickly slapped herself several times, the sounds sharp and clear.

“This is not the foolish talk of a poor monk. The hospital I control harbors many uncontrollable ancient evil demons. Before they reveal their true forms, I must not expose my identity,” Huang Jueming said.

The information Qin Chen conveyed made Kong Yu shudder inwardly. Indeed, he had a master, and not an ordinary one—capable of training such a young Divine Enlightened Realman, yet still claiming to be dull-witted?

Chen Yuan was still shaken, glancing again at the herbal medicine shop. The rolling door was half-open, the inside pitch black, vaguely revealing a pair of icy eyes.

The original Tang Hengdao had been forged into a shape resembling a broad knife, with a broken edge from spine to tip, curving upward like two knife points.

“Rise!” With Hu Ao’s loud shout, a jet of black flame materialized beneath the furnace, slowly scorching the Proud God Cauldron.

“It’s because her passport is with me. They thought it was just the airport being used to confuse us, but they overlooked the skill of that black thirteen,” Gao Ziyu gritted his teeth, overwhelmed by regret beyond words.

As the dwarf finished speaking, others responded with a chorus of disagreement, clearly very displeased with Uso’s unauthorized orders.

Yun Weiyang scratched his head, feeling something was off but unable to pinpoint exactly what.

“Hey, have you said enough? Say another word and I’m leaving,” Lu Mei shouted in anger. When had anyone ever played him like this? Only this guy he had just met less than a day ago—a damn scoundrel.

“I know you’re broke now, but it’s okay. Are you mercenaries? You’ll have money eventually,” Lei said indifferently, tapping the calculator in his hand.

“Looks like this world is about to plunge into chaos again. The higher-ups have issued orders—this is an extraordinary time, and war is imminent,” Li Hu sighed softly and sat down by the roadside.

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He did not regret it; being able to serve by the prince’s side was the proudest achievement of his life.

Even so, as one of the prominent families in the region, his clan was extremely proud. Even facing other noble families, they showed little respect. Their family tradition was fiercely warlike, making them generally domineering and notorious in Xuanyue Town.

Of course, He Fei knew what those spiritual herbs were for, for she was no ordinary person—belonging to the He family.

This village was surrounded by mountains on all sides, resembling a natural basin from afar. The village center was the lowest part of this basin.

“There are many rules in the mansion. It’s nowhere near as free as living outside,” Asuma Sarutobi replied absentmindedly.

After much noise, the final vote showed about two-thirds approval. The pro-war faction was small; most did not want conflict. Pressure was one thing, but fighting was another.

The smile gradually faded, eyes dimming as he struggled to force one last grin. After several attempts, he failed.

“Big brother, how did you manage to gather energy so completely?” Lin Dong asked in amazement.

Suddenly, everyone panicked, some even clutching their throats—they realized what they drank was not milk at all.

Perhaps years later, recalling this would still feel strange—why did I dislike her back then?

Almost all the demon clans held a near-fanatical, obsessive reverence for this mysterious Holy King.

Seeing Jason approach, Zhu Zhuqing seemed flustered, lowering her head to the ground.

Park Ji-yeon was sensitive, shivering instinctively, shrinking her neck, and patting Yang Han, but she neither spoke further nor stopped him.

Though Bob and the others were internationally renowned stars, widely followed by fans, people were simply too familiar with them—both journalists and fans alike.

High above, the domineering power of icy frost clashed instantly with the blazing phoenix flames, like two ancient beasts colliding violently. The ethereal blue and fiery red light illuminated the sky, a terrifying storm of power sweeping through the void, the massive collision roaring deafeningly.

Zhang Ling was well aware that the current platform’s online number did not reflect its true capacity; the majority were there solely for Zhao Mu’s concert.