Chapter 224 The Soul Masters' Wrath, the Disgusting God of Love.
The divine power fluctuations outside the Sea God Temple gradually subsided, but the turmoil in Tang San's heart did not cease with the departure of the God of Destruction.
Xiao Wu's questioning eyes made him feel an unprecedented pressure.
At this very moment...
Tang San turned around and met Xiao Wu's gaze. His expression turned somewhat strange for a moment.
He knew perfectly well what Cupid was doing, for it was a game he himself had set up.
But in front of Xiao Wu, he must never tear off this layer of tender pretense.
He paced a few steps in the spacious hall, seemingly deep in thought, before finally stopping and speaking in a calm tone:
"Xiao Wu, although Cupid is my subordinate, he actually showed signs of weariness a long time ago." Tang San looked at Xiao Wu with sincere eyes.
"You should know that the two great god-kings, Good and Evil, have long since laid down their burdens and gone to live a carefree life in a distant star field. The god of love has always longed for that kind of life, and he has long wanted to find a suitable successor so that he can get rid of the trivial matters of the divine realm."
He paused, then continued, "The Valley of Love and Destiny is probably a training ground he set up to select a successor."
"After all, the core of the god of love lies in the ultimate expression of emotion. Although his behavior is somewhat radical, his initial intention may have been to find a pure soul that could bear this power. In the future, he probably felt that Huo Yuhao and his group of people were very complicated in their emotional entanglements, making them suitable candidates for selection."
After hearing this explanation, Xiao Wu's doubts gradually disappeared. She nodded, agreeing that the reason was entirely valid.
"So that's how it is. I was overthinking it." Xiao Wu smiled with relief. "The succession of the divine throne is indeed a major event. Since it's for finding a successor, this kind of test, though a bit harsh, is not incomprehensible. I just hope that the future god will be a little merciful and not really hurt those children."
Tang San saw Xiao Wu breathe a sigh of relief and slightly loosened his hands behind his back.
He successfully used a plausible reason to temporarily cover up his dark plan aimed at taming Huo Yuhao.
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
At the center of the pink stone platform, a massive crystal ball emanated a distorted aura. The Tang Sect members and their accompanying Soul Masters were forcibly separated within their respective auras, unable to speak or even touch each other.
The voice of Cupid roared through the air once more, devoid of any human emotion.
"Love and destiny intertwine, a true adventure begins."
The first beam of light struck Wu Feng without warning. The fiery-tempered, red-haired girl was now pale, desperately struggling to break free of her restraints.
"Witch Wind, answer my question." Cupid's voice seemed to explode directly in her mind, "Do you have a lover?"
Wu Feng gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with stubbornness and humiliation. She turned her head away, her lips tightly pressed together, remaining silent.
"I have the right to refuse to answer such a pointless question!" Wu Feng roared at the void.
However, the pink mist instantly transformed into a sharp spike, hovering between Wu Feng's brows.
"Here, there is no right to refuse. Three times you do not answer, and I will send you on your way." The voice of Cupid carried an air of arrogant superiority. "This is the first time. Tell me, do you have a lover?"
The Soul Masters of the Underworld were completely dumbfounded by what they saw. This so-called "questioning of love" was actually based on a blatant threat to their lives.
"Who exactly is this mysterious being? How can they be so hateful?" A Soul Master from the underworld slammed his fist on the table in anger. "This isn't interrogation; it's blatant torture! Forcing a girl to expose her private life in front of everyone, and then resorting to murder at the drop of a hat?"
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
Faced with the imminent threat of death, Wu Feng, urged for the third time, finally closed his eyes in humiliation and answered in a trembling voice, "Yes."
"Who is your lover?" Cupid immediately asked.
Wu Feng's nails dug into her palms. She knew Ning Tian was nearby, knew everyone could hear. But under the pressure of the gods, she had no choice.
"It's... Ning Tian."
The entire arena fell silent. Ning Tian stood within another circle of light, completely stunned, his face turning deathly pale.
The beam of light instantly shifted and enveloped Ning Tian.
"Ning Tian, Wu Feng says she loves you." Cupid's voice carried a mischievous glint in it. "Now tell me, do you love her?"
Ning Tian shook her head painfully, looking at Wu Feng, her voice trembling with tears: "I know Wu Feng's feelings, and I cherish her very much. But... I can't accept this kind of feeling. I've always considered her my most important partner, but it's not romantic love."
"What a pity." Cupid's voice suddenly turned cold. "Here, if you don't love, you die. Are you sure you don't love her?"
The people of the underworld were utterly enraged.
They stared at the sky, and this extremely excessive behavior made everyone feel physically disgusted.
"What the hell is this? Does it mean you have to die if you don't love it?"
"Is this what a god should say? Can feelings be forced through violence? This is a complete trampling of humanity!"
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
Ignoring the anger of those in the mortal realm, Cupid pressed Ning Tian for answers once more.
"I'll ask you this one last time, Ning Tian, do you love Wu Feng? Your answer will determine her life or death."
Tears welled up in Ning Tian's eyes, but she maintained her last shred of sanity: "I don't love her. You can kill me, but I can't lie. Love isn't a tool to save my life."
The pink light suddenly flared.
[The goddess of love didn't attack Ning Tian. Instead, she turned to the completely stunned Wu Feng and said, "Did you hear that? This is the person you love. She would rather die than lie to you that she loves you. She would rather watch you die than give you even a false promise."]
At this moment, Wu Feng completely broke down. Her pent-up emotions exploded instantly, and she cursed wildly at the sky: "You madman! You demon! If you have the guts, kill me! Don't try to sow discord between us!"
[Smack!]
A crisp slap rang out. No one appeared, but Wu Feng was sent flying backward by the blow, crashing heavily into the edge of the light circle, half his cheek instantly swelling up.
"Disrespect for God is punishment," Cupid scoffed.
Then, the voice made one last request: "Now, only if one of you dies can the other leave here alive. Are you willing to die for each other?"
"I do!" Wu Feng shouted almost without hesitation.
"I'm willing too." Ning Tian wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his gaze resolute.
Cupid paused for a moment, then let out a chilling laugh: "Very good, you have passed the test. The sincerity may have been unequal, but the sacrifice was real. Live on."
In the scene, Wu Feng and Ning Tian slumped on the ground, looking at each other. Their eyes showed not only the relief of surviving the ordeal, but also the immense trauma left by the violent dismantling of their souls.
Discussions arose in the underworld, and people developed an extreme aversion to this so-called god of love.
"This guy is just disgusting!" A Soul Master angrily pointed at the sky.
"He's toying with other people's dignity, using life and death to force them to admit their most private feelings. This isn't a trial; it's an extremely despicable act of personal humiliation. Does this kind of guy even deserve to be called a god?"
(End of chapter)