The hero's gender is yet to be determined after rebirth.

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The core forest of the Elven race, where the Tree of Life is located.

The elves spread the word: "Lady Sylph is comprehending the realm of the High Priest!"

"Truly a genius that our race has only seen once in a century!" An elf cried tears of joy. "She must have benefited greatly from defeating the Demon King with the Sword Saint and the Hero back then."

"What teachings did the High Priest give before he attained enlightenment?"

"She didn't say anything, but the surrounding elves heard her muttering to herself before she focused: '[Idiot, that idiot, just wait until I become a high priest, then I can use the Feather Transformation Technique to find you! You just wait!]'"

"Huh? How much must Lady Sylph hate that person!"

"Yes, yes, it must be very annoying!"

Chapters 025-026 Silph: "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"

"Uncle, sing a few more lines!" Meilan's eyes sparkled as she gazed at the masked man. If he could sing so well with a mask on, wouldn't he be even more amazing without it?

“Meilan, you…” Lorenwei was still reeling from the dizzying afterglow of the song.

“Child, it’s not that I’m not going to sing anymore, but the more beautiful something is, the less likely it is to last.” The great sage Jansen spoke deeply, his tone earnest and persuasive. “Therefore, I cannot continue singing. To continue singing…”

If he keeps singing, his wife will kill him! Jason had just felt a hand twisting his lower back.

In Lorenwei's eyes, he was just an old charlatan.

Meilan nodded vigorously after hearing this: "Grandma also said that the higher the mountain, the more beautiful the flowers will bloom."

Jason was pleased: "This kid knows a lot, and what he said makes sense."

Meilan: "Grandma also said that the more beautiful a flower is, the faster it dies. Uncle, you need to take care of yourself!"

Jensen: "..."

"Your rewards have been distributed. Thank you for participating in this entrance exam. We will keep an eye on you. Good luck!" Aisser pulled Jason away.

"Wait a minute, don't go yet!" Lorenwei suddenly jumped out to stop her, her tattered green money bag jingling. "If I don't want this money, can I have a dance?"

“You brat, don’t be stupid…” Aisser said through gritted teeth.

Lorenwei: "Goodbye, sisters! Goodbye, uncle!"

Meilan waved back.

Aisser and the other two quickly retreated.

"Sigh, what a pity." Meilan sighed with unusual maturity.

"how?"

"I didn't hear him sing it a second time, and I don't know when I'll be able to hear it again."

Lorenwei: "..."

She seemed to really like it. Could it be that Meilan has never heard a good song before?

Lorenwei: "When that uncle was singing just now, were you paying attention to your surroundings?"

"how?"

"The grass withered, the wall collapsed, someone fainted, and someone else buried their head in the ground like an ostrich. Others sing for money, he sings for his life."

"Wow, this singing is so captivating! No wonder I was so engrossed in it that I didn't notice anything."

"..."

Well, maybe some people really are just different. Lorenwei thought her adoptive father, Jason, had a truly unique singing voice. She'd known since childhood that his singing could attract demons and monsters from the underworld, but she never imagined he'd actually have admirers.

Perhaps it's because, as a great sage, even though he's tone-deaf, he can produce some kind of special magical energy in his chants? But I didn't sense it.

Meilan looked around and was startled: "Without walls, the house might not be sturdy. What do we do now?"

"Don't stay here, this is a dangerous building." Lorenwei pulled Meilan away from the detention center, where half of the four walls were missing.

The old guard woke up and looked at Duanqiang with a look of despair.

"Do you need us to prove anything for you?" Lorenwei asked tentatively.

The old man thought for a moment and said, "No need."

He recalled the sign the woman had shown him earlier; it contained special information, like a code word for his identity. Reporting it to the academy would surely save him from punishment.

Meilan tilted her head, looking at the ruins: "Are we supposed to stay here and wait for that teacher to let us go?"

“Honest kid…” Lorenwei pointed into the distance, “Come on, let’s sign up again.”

"Oh." Meilan also felt that they couldn't lock anyone up here anymore, and it seemed pointless to wait here. Besides, she hadn't done anything wrong before, so she shouldn't be punished.

The two left without feeling guilty, and the old guard didn't stop them.

When I returned to the queue at Qing Shi Square, a large new group of people had already formed. The teacher in the red robe from before was probably patrolling elsewhere; I didn't see him.

The two chatted as they waited in line, and Lorenwei explained what had happened in the square earlier.

Meilan suddenly realized: "Oh~ then I misunderstood that man."

"He tripped you on purpose to prevent you from giving your real name. He is a teacher in a red robe, and the lily badge on his chest proves his identity within the garden."

"I know about the lily emblem, but I don't know anything about the red robe."

Lorenwei explained the order of the colors red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet. At noon, the two lined up at the registration table.

"Loren, a resident of Zerou City, male, 14 years old, a magician."

"Melan, a human from Master Mountain, female, 14 years old, a mage."

The registrants recorded their verbal descriptions, and the next step was the ethnic screening.

A crystal door.

Meilan was a little nervous, but nothing seemed amiss when she walked over.

Her demonic bloodline, combined with the secret technique [High Magic Anthropomorphic Accumulation Technique], makes her demonic lineage extremely difficult to detect. Even in front of the Great Sage and the Cardinal just now, no one noticed anything unusual about her.

"Magicians, please move this way. Next, we will imprint your identity and magical talent!" The teacher announced loudly after you passed through the screening gate.

Candidates in the martial arts category took a detour along a different road marked with the character "武" (martial arts).

Lorenwei was quite confident in her ability to assess talent.

Next, the two followed the order of the group and arrived at the student imprinting area. There were several black lion sculptures, each almost half a person's height, seemingly carved from jet, with a distinct crystal array effect.

Following the instructions, I placed my flat left hand into the lion's mouth and felt a little pressure on my palm.

Then, Lorenwei pondered, there could be another Lorenwei mark on her right hand!

The scene where the candidate's identity and elemental perception are imprinted.

The teacher announced loudly, "What you hold in your hands are imprinted seeds, which have six stages of an elemental ladder. The higher you climb, the better your talent."

"Hmph, just wait until my talent scares you to death," Lorenwei thought smugly.

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Thousands of miles away.

The central area of ​​the great forest where the Tree of Life resides, where the trees are most lush.

That is the location of the Elven race's core stronghold.

Among the many moon wells, hundreds of glowing green spherical sprites danced and swirled around a giant flower bud.

Click—

The flower bud split open.

Sylph stood gracefully atop the blooming petals.

Her light green archer outfit was not only inlaid with gold thread, but also exuded a visible elfin aura.

The elven elder and hundreds of high-ranking elves rushed over and bowed in respect upon seeing the scene. The little elves danced joyfully around them.

"Congratulations, Lady Siruf, on your promotion to High Priest!"

Amidst the congratulations, Sylph slowly opened her eyes, but sighed, "No, there's no need for congratulations. I'm just a high priest for a time. In the end..."

The elderly elven elder hastily dismissed the other high-ranking elves and humbly accompanied Siruf toward the Tree of Life.

He knew that the youngest genius of the Elven race, Sylph, had not given up on that idea: she wanted to use the Feather Transformation Technique!

“Fifteen years have passed, and my thoughts have not faded at all. Even after being promoted to High Priest, I have not given up this idea for a moment, so…” Sylph gently stroked the aged wrinkles of the Tree of Life and whispered, “I still choose to sleep.”

"You...you still insist on choosing the Feather Rebirth Technique? This will be a great loss to the Elven race!" the Grand Elder said with heartache. "The hero has passed away, and his reincarnation will take many years, perhaps tens of thousands of years!"

"I'm sorry, but choosing the Feather Transformation Technique will allow the elf to live longer, and more importantly, it will help me find him."

"What if he hadn't been reborn? He didn't originally belong to this world, perhaps he wasn't allowed to follow the rules of life. Or perhaps, if he hadn't been reborn in this world, then you would have slumbered forever within the Hero's Altar, never to awaken again!"

“If I never meet him again, even if I never wake up, it doesn’t matter…” Sylph lowered her head, slowly closed her eyes, as if she were devoutly repenting before the Tree of Life, “The elves can lose me, but I…”

The Elf Elder warned, “You know that even if he is reincarnated in this world, the Feather Removal Technique will surely help you meet him again, but you will also lose all your class abilities and degenerate into the most ordinary elf! You are an outstanding genius of the Elf race in the last hundred years, even more outstanding than the White Elf Princess who left with the Holy Son of Light half a century ago!”

"I know."

"More importantly, you will lose all your memories! Only when you kiss will you regain them!" The Elf Elder tried his best to warn, "By the Tree of Life! Putting aside how boring, shameless, and useless the human concept of a kiss is, just the fact that you've lost your current strength means that if something unexpected happens..."

“I know all of this.” Sylph shook her head and stubbornly took out a green magic crystal.

A message crystal? The Grand Elder knew that this was the High Priest leaving a message for his past self, who had lost his memories after shedding his feathers.

The elder wisely stepped aside, allowing High Priestess Sylph to leave a whispered message for her future self who had lost her memory.

Sylph stood before the Tree of Life, staring blankly at the message crystal for a long time, unsure of what to say.

How long will I be asleep?

But I know that the art of molting will help me find him.

But, after his reincarnation, will he still remember me...?

It doesn't matter, as long as I can meet him again, that will be good.

Tears welled up, blurring Sylph's vision, as if he were standing right in front of her again...

……