Then, Let Them Offer Their Loyalty! Chapter 1681 - 693: The Southern God King Is Actually Them?

Facing the possibility that Qiu Tu was genuinely aware of the Southern God King's predicament, Shao Hua felt immense pressure. If she didn't comply with his intentions, he might immediately reveal the situation, potentially plunging 'The Southern Kingdom' into chaos. Worse, the other three Divine Kings might seize the opportunity to carve up the Southern domain.

Thus, Shao Hua dared not take the risk. Fortunately, before his departure, the Southern God King had entrusted her with a special talisman seal.

He had instructed her to use it to summon him back if 'The Southern Kingdom' faced an insurmountable crisis. For decades, despite numerous trials, she had never once activated it. Yet now, she felt compelled to reach out to her uncle, the Southern God King.

Entering the temple, Shao Hua was met with the imposing sight of a colossal divine statue. Similar to the effigies of the Eastern and Northern Divine Kings, it depicted a strong, masculine silhouette without any discernible features, leaving its facial expression a mystery.

In front of the statue, Shao Hua produced the talisman her uncle had given her. It was made of gold foil, adorned with intricate, mystical patterns that gleamed brilliantly.

With a gentle flick of her wrist, flames erupted from her palm, consuming the talisman. As the fire danced, the talisman writhed and transformed, elongating until it resembled a golden lily blossoming at the point held in her hand.

The moment the fiery golden lily materialized, a man's voice, tinged with teasing and mischief, echoed through the temple: "Oh, my naive little niece~"

"Did you truly believe I'd leave you a communication talisman?"

"Always running to your uncle at the slightest trouble—such a child who refuses to grow up~"

"You must understand, in this vast world, only you can truly depend on yourself. Nothing else is reliable."

"So, be a good girl and handle this yourself. Here's a flower for you. You're the best~~"

"Love, your uncle."

As his final words dissipated, silence descended upon the temple once more. Shao Hua stood, clutching the golden lily, her expression utterly vacant.

One second. Two. Three...

Suddenly, with all her might, she flung the golden lily to the ground! Clutching her head in sheer frustration, she roared, "You lunatic!!"

"Why don't you just drop dead! Just die!"

Shao Hua's chest heaved, her fury threatening to overwhelm her. The legends circulating in the Boundless Heart Sea spoke of a strained relationship between her and her uncle, and the tales were true.

Beyond her perception of him as a coward, there was another reason: throughout her childhood, he had relentlessly played pranks on her, delighting in her loss of composure and anger! Just like this very moment!

How could anyone possibly get along with an uncle like that?

Seething, Shao Hua ground her teeth in helpless rage. Yet, she recognized that this was not the time for anger. The immediate priority was to resolve the crisis at hand.

Echoing her uncle's words, she realized she couldn't seek help every time a problem arose. Indeed, no one was truly dependable. In this world, the only person she could count on was herself!

Only by forging ahead and overcoming every obstacle could she truly transform—emerge from her cocoon like a butterfly!

With this realization, Shao Hua felt an inexplicable surge of resolve strengthening her will.

She cast a final, deep gaze at the colossal statue before her, then sank to the floor, lost in contemplation of her next move...

Unbeknownst to her, at that very moment, in the distant 'Southwest Region,' a pair of golden eyes slowly blinked open. A flicker of contemplation passed through them, soon replaced by a subtle smile.

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Deep into the night. Qiu Tu's villa.

Qiu Tu sat in his study, engrossed in managing official duties. Two cups of tea and a late-night meal were laid out, suggesting he anticipated a visitor.

Time marched on, and the clock chimed midnight. A gentle night breeze wafted in from the balcony, carrying the faint sound of wind chimes.

Shortly after, a figure, seemingly as formless as a shadow, gradually materialized within the room. Qiu Tu appeared to have expected this arrival. Without looking up from his papers, he spoke, "You've arrived?"

The shadowy figure let out a light chuckle. "So, you were quite certain I would come?"

Qiu Tu finally lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting the figure's calmly, a hint of amusement playing in his expression. He posed the question, "And what if I told you I was merely bluffing?"

The shadow figure simply shook its head. "I do not believe you."

A smile mirrored Qiu Tu's own. "Then it appears you grasp my intentions quite well. You understand I wouldn't employ such a stratagem to draw you out without a near-certainty of success, at least ninety percent," he stated.

He let the words hang for a moment before continuing, "However, your appearance now suggests you possess at least a degree of interest in what I"ve envisioned."

His gaze settled upon the silhouette he recognized. "Wouldn't you concur?"

"Secretary Bai, Old Bai, White Robes… or perhaps the appropriate title is… the Southern God King."

Under the gentle glow of the lamplight, the figure gradually came into view.

Clad entirely in white, the individual appeared to be in their early twenties. Their features were refined and elegant, coupled with an aura of profound gentleness. This was the renowned White Robes, a high-ranking operative within the "Fog Hidden Association," and formerly, the trusted benefactor and secretary to Yan Chen… none other than Bai Yu.

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