Chapter 389: The Name of the Opera Troupe

Chen Ling froze in place.

Chen Yan's face suddenly appeared in his mind. He unconsciously placed a hand on his empty chest...

His heart seemed somewhat unsettled.

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzz..."

Just then, a faint crackling sound was heard.

The sound came from the edge of the stage. Beneath the body of the projection killed by Senior Disciple Brother earlier, a walkie-talkie's indicator light was faintly blinking.

Seeing this, the expressions of the other three on stage showed surprise, and they all looked towards it.

"Zzzzz... I know you're listening." From the other end of the walkie-talkie, the person's voice was ice-cold.

"Using Red Heart 6 as bait, you ambushed and killed two groups of my Fleeting Life Scroll members, and even ambushed Elder He... Who exactly are you?"

While the deaths of several Tier 3 and two Tier 5 cultivators were painful for the Fleeting Life Scroll, Elder He's death was an absolutely devastating blow. Even in the Aurora Realm, there were only five Tier 7 cultivators.

Chen Ling didn't know how many Tier 7 cultivators existed in the Mortal World Realm, but the death of any Tier 7 cultivator was a major event... And even now, the Fleeting Life Scroll had no idea who their enemy was.

As it turned out, they couldn't sit still any longer.

Sensing the anger and murderous intent from the person on the walkie-talkie, the three on stage simultaneously looked at their Master, seemingly awaiting his response.

"Tsk..."

Impatiently, he strode over to the body and slowly picked up the walkie-talkie.

At the same time, a piece of skin peeled off his face, and his figure transformed back into that of a handsome youth, a playful smile curling on his lips.

Seeing this, the other disciples knew that their Master's mischievous streak was acting up again...

With the crisp, tender voice of a youth, he spoke:

"Hello?"

The other end of the walkie-talkie was clearly stunned.

"Who are you?"

"Me?" the youth slowly replied, "I'm just a nameless performer."

"Performer? Are you from the Way of the Play God?"

"Perhaps."

The youth shrugged, "I have many names, and I've been many people, but... which one is truly me, I don't know either."

Silence fell on the other end of the walkie-talkie. The person seemed to be trying hard to figure out who this was; after all, there weren't many individuals capable of killing Elder He, and someone connected to the Way of the Play God was seemingly unheard of.

"Do you know what you're doing?" the voice from the walkie-talkie asked gravely,

"Red Heart 6 is a major criminal responsible for destroying the Aurora Realm. He's a top-tier wanted target in any realm. If you protect him, you're just as guilty!

What's more, you killed He Feng, which means you are completely at odds with my Fleeting Life Scroll and entirely against the Mortal World Realm!"

The person on the walkie-talkie was now full of intense threats, even bringing up Chen Ling's crimes and the realm's stance. After all, they still didn't know who was behind the attack, so they could only use such methods for a simple probe.

Perhaps from the youth's reaction, they could deduce his approximate power level and identity.

Hearing this, the three disciples on stage seemed to recall something, and their lips unconsciously curved into smiles...

The handsome youth holding the walkie-talkie even scratched his head and gave a perfunctory "Wow,"

"A major criminal who destroyed Aurora City, a top wanted target... How impressive."

The person on the walkie-talkie sensed the disdain, and their voice became even more chilling,

"Are you provoking the Mortal World Realm?"

"No," the youth innocently replied, his tone even sounding a bit naive. "We're just a small, unknown theater troupe. How could we dare to provoke the Mortal World Realm? We were just performing earlier; that old man came looking for trouble himself..."

"Theater troupe?"

Hearing those three words, the figure on the other end of the walkie-talkie seemed to pause.

There were quite a few theater troupes in the Mortal World Realm. Could it be that someone from one of them had embarked on the Way of the Play God and quietly grown powerful over time?

Furthermore, the youth's voice was truly harmless, and for a moment, the person almost genuinely thought, "Perhaps the other party doesn't dare to oppose the Mortal World Realm at all, and this is all just a misunderstanding..."

Driven by a strange impulse, he asked:

"Which theater troupe? What's its name? What's its registration number?"

Immediately after, there was the sound of rustling pages, as if he was seriously searching through the Mortal World Realm's theater troupe archives.

"A number? Our troupe is too small, so we haven't applied for anything like that..."

"However, as for a name... there was one many years ago."

The handsome youth's voice paused.

*Whoosh—*

A gentle breeze swept across the stage, scattering some of the rain clouds above.

The hazy evening sun shone through the clouds, illuminating a corner of the dim stage. In that soft golden glow, like a spotlight, the handsome youth casually brushed aside his dark hair, gazing languidly towards a certain direction in the void.

His smiling, profound eyes narrowed slightly...

He slowly uttered three words:

"Dusk Society."

The other end of the walkie-talkie suddenly fell into dead silence, and even the sound of turning pages stopped abruptly!

Chen Ling's eyes involuntarily widened. He looked at the youth in theatrical robes standing under the twilight, and an absurd thought suddenly surged into his mind...

The world was quiet, save for the whistling wind.

Dusk Society?!!

Chen Ling stared blankly at the stage. At this moment, countless details flashed through his mind!

Second Senior Disciple Sister, who was King of Clubs; Fourth Senior Disciple Brother, Mo Jiao, who was suspected of having extremely high seniority in the Dusk Society; the fact that only four people in the world could sing the "Requiem," and all of them were in the Dusk Society; and the letter from the Red King that he received immediately after joining the Dusk Society...

Previously, Chen Ling had been very puzzled as to why the Red King had given him the Era Archive Spirit Treasure immediately upon joining the Dusk Society, despite never having interacted with him before.

And now, Chen Ling seemed to have the answer...

"Dusk Society?!" The voice from the walkie-talkie trembled slightly. "You are..."

"Many years ago, I was the master of this theater troupe, but now, it has a new mission..." The handsome youth calmly stated, brushing his sleeve. "I am still that nameless performer, but sometimes, for convenience, some also call me... 'Red King'."

Chen Ling's conjecture was confirmed, but even so, his eyes were filled with shock.

The "Master" who rewrote his destiny and the "Red King," leader of the Dusk Society, were one and the same person.

Only this could explain why Second Senior Disciple Sister and Fourth Senior Disciple Brother both held "King" ranks, which were second only to the Red King and Gray King, signifying they were among the Dusk Society's earliest members...

Chen Ling had never imagined that "Dusk Society" was originally the name of a theater troupe,

And such a theater troupe, which emerged from the ancient Way of Performance, had actually developed into a terrifying organization that struck fear into the nine major human realms!