Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

Nan Feng retorted, somewhat speechless, "High Priest, this is only our first formal meeting, isn't it? Don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for you to be so blunt and inquisitive right from the start?"

"I invited you here today to get to the bottom of this!"

Poseidon didn't buy it at all. Her tone was firm and left no room for argument: "If you can't give me a satisfactory answer today, and if you can't fully explain your ultimate goal, then you can forget about leaving this Poseidon Island alive today!"

"As for that Purple Pearl Island you painstakingly created outside... no matter what kind of conspiracy the Spirit Hall behind you is plotting to overthrow the continent, once I personally cross the sea and take over everything there, this meticulously planned scheme will only turn into a foolish thing for you to do, shooting yourself in the foot!"

Upon hearing this, Nan Feng shrugged laboriously and spread out her small, white, empty hands. "It doesn't matter."

“If the High Priest really wants to take over Purple Pearl Island, I have no objection at all. Besides, I’ve already almost finished the infrastructure and trade route planning there. If you want it, I’ll just give it to you.”

"Anyway, your Poseidon Island has been isolated from the world for many years. Now that you have such a ready-made high-standard transit station, it's a good opportunity to develop your economy."

"you--!"

Seeing Nan Feng's stubborn and shameless attitude, Poseidon's composure and elegance, which she had maintained for over a hundred years, finally cracked uncontrollably!

"I'm asking you this very seriously!"

Poseidon's hand, gripping the scepter, even showed several bulging veins as he gritted his teeth and hissed, "This concerns the future格局 of the two great empires, the Spirit Hall, and even Seagod Island! This is a matter of great importance, enough to stir up a bloodbath! It's not some child's play for you to joke around with here!"

Seeing Poseidon's exasperated expression, Nan Feng blinked innocently, his tone full of helplessness: "I was answering you very seriously. I already said I could give it to you, but you, High Priest, are just suspicious and don't believe me. What can I do?"

"Good, good, good!"

Poseidon was utterly amused and exasperated by Nan Feng's attitude. She took a deep breath, stared intently into Nan Feng's eyes, and asked the crucial question that she had been pondering for three days and three nights without finding a solution:

"Then tell me! What benefits has the Spirit Hall gained from all that scheming to create this prosperous Purple Pearl Island?!"

"There's no benefit to it," Nan Feng replied instantly without hesitation.

"..."

Poseidon's sneer froze instantly, and he almost choked on his breath at those three words.

"No...no benefits?"

"If there's no benefit to it, then what was the point of all that effort and scheming you've put in all this time?!"

"Do you even know..." Poseidon felt her reason being relentlessly rubbed into the ground by this little monster before her. Pointing towards the continent, she demanded sharply:

"As long as I personally descend upon Purple Pearl Island and forcibly take over everything in the name of Seagod Island, this thing you created will immediately become an excellent aid for Seagod Island to take revenge on the Spirit Hall!"

"Furthermore, as long as Seagod Island uses this springboard to fully intervene in the situation on the mainland, no matter what ambitions the Spirit Hall may have on the mainland, it can forget about any chance of success!"

"You're practically handing me the knife to deal with the Spirit Hall!"

Faced with Poseidon's deafening roar, Nan Feng lay on the ground, looking at her with innocent and naive eyes, and said, "Then go."

Nan Feng weakly shrugged, "I didn't stop you."

Poseidon stared intently at Nanfeng, who lay on the ground like a lump of mud.

On the surface, she maintained the cold and noble dignity of a high priestess, forcibly suppressing the violently churning emotions in her chest.

But in reality, her heart, which had been dormant for a hundred years, had been completely shattered at this moment by the little monster in front of her!

She had lived for over a hundred years and had never seen such an extreme scoundrel!

She was here, with utmost seriousness and even a heavy sense of historical responsibility, questioning the global situation concerning the life and death of the two great empires and Poseidon Island, and this guy was actually acting like a rogue and playing dirty tricks on her?!

A casual "Then go ahead" completely silenced all her pent-up rage!

but……

It was precisely this undisguised, even reckless, "whatever" attitude of the other party that instantly cooled Poseidon's anger, giving rise to a deeper sense of apprehension and worry.

Why is he so audacious? Isn't he afraid of Poseidon Island getting involved?

A storm raged in Poseidon's mind once again.

Could there be an even deeper and more terrifying conspiracy hidden behind this incident?

If she really descends upon Purple Pearl Island on a whim and allows Seagod Island to fully intervene in the situation on the continent, wouldn't she just be stepping into the dead end chessboard that the Spirit Hall and this guy in front of her have already set up?

Although the possibility of being schemed against is extremely slim given the absolute strength of Poseidon Island, as the high priestess of Poseidon Island, she bears the fate of the entire ocean on her shoulders. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, she has to think about it in the deepest terms!

Seeing Nan Feng's "believe it or not, kill me or do whatever you want" attitude, Poseidon knew that she wouldn't be able to pry a single useful word out of this guy today.

"Since you refuse to say anything, then stay on this Seagod Island forever."

Poseidon coldly uttered those words and turned to leave.

In her view, this was already an extremely serious threat of house arrest.

For a peerless expert who is used to freedom, being imprisoned on an island for life is a torment worse than death. She thought that Nan Feng would be somewhat flustered upon hearing this, and might even compromise in exchange for freedom.

However, she had clearly underestimated Nan Feng's shamelessness once again.

"Stay here?"

After that brief respite, Nan Feng's drained clone has regained its most basic ability to move.

He slowly got up, bracing himself against the jade floor, dusted himself off, and stretched.

"Um... High Priest, it's fine for me to stay here as a guest, but where will I stay?"

"The Temple of Poseidon is so big, how about... I live with you?"

"..."

Poseidon abruptly stopped in his tracks, his body swayed slightly uncontrollably, and his mind was teetering on the edge of exploding.

What on earth is going on in this guy's head?!

A guy of unknown origin, extremely dangerous, and even posing as the Pope of the Spirit Hall, actually dared to ask if he could live with the High Priest of Seagod Island?!

Chapter 174 You can't expect me to sleep on the streets, can you?

……

Poseidon closed her eyes, took a deep, forceful breath of the cool sea breeze, and silently repeated to herself several times, "I am the High Priest" and "I cannot argue with a scoundrel." Then, she completely blocked out Nan Feng's voice and walked straight towards her bedroom in the Temple of the Sea God without looking back.

As a result, she ignored him, but Nan Feng became more enthusiastic.

"Da da da……"

A series of crisp, quick footsteps sounded behind Poseidon; Nan Feng had actually caught up with her with his short legs!

"Hey, High Priest, this is being unreasonable! You can't let me leave, but you have to provide me, a guest, with a place to shelter from the wind and rain, right?"

"You can't expect a level 98 Demon God Douluo like me to sleep at the gate of your Sea God Temple in the middle of the night, can you? The sea breeze is so strong, it's so cold!"

"Besides, what a bad influence this would have! You personally ordered the 'invitation' of your distinguished guests, and they don't even have a place to stay? If word gets out and the sea people who worship the sea god hear about this, wouldn't it damage the sea god's reputation? They'd say that your Sea God Island doesn't even have the most basic hospitality..."

"boom--!"

Nan Feng hadn't finished speaking.

Poseidon, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.

She didn't turn around, but impatiently waved the gleaming golden scepter in her hand.

The next instant, the light of the sea god surged!

"boom!"

Nan Feng's petite body was like a baseball that had been precisely hit and sent flying backwards in a beautiful parabola under the absolute crushing force of the Sea God's Light!

The wind howled wildly in my ears.

In just a few breaths, with a muffled "plop," Nan Feng was violently thrown from the high and mighty Sea God Temple all the way back to the beach at the very bottom of Sea God Mountain.

Despite being mercilessly swept away by Poseidon's attack, Nan Feng showed no anger. He simply lay flat at the bottom of the pit, sprawled out, and began to absorb the free energy between heaven and earth to restore his desiccated body.

"The self-recovery speed of this energy clone is really hard to describe..." Nan Feng looked at the sky gradually darkening above his head and complained helplessly in his heart.

If this were Bibi Dong's true form, she could recover from this level of soul power depletion in at most half an hour.

But if it were this forcibly created energy clone, it would still take at least several hours of agonizing endurance.

When Nan Feng's depleted soul power was finally replenished, he slowly opened his eyes. Night had already completely enveloped the entire Seagod Island.

Under a sky full of stars, only his small, solitary figure stood at the empty foot of Poseidon Mountain. Apart from the crashing waves against the rocks, there was no other sound.

A cool night breeze blew by.

In that instant, an indescribable sense of emptiness surged silently into Nan Feng's heart like a tide.

"I'm all alone again..."

He stared blankly at the dark sea, a hint of loneliness flashing in his eyes that he himself did not notice.

From his past life to this one, from Wuhun City to Purple Pearl Island, and now to this isolated foreign land, it seems that no matter how much he struggles or schemes, in the end, all that accompanies him is this unyielding loneliness.

But this fragile emotion lasted only half a second.

The next instant, Nan Feng completely crushed this unnecessary sentimentality. He stood up nimbly from the sandpit, brushed the sand off his body, and his heterochromatic eyes regained their usual cynical clarity and cunning.

"Since the high priest is so stingy and refuses to arrange a guest room for me, I will have no choice but to take the initiative and find a place to stay myself."

Nan Feng stretched his stiff neck. "However... as an outsider, I'm unfamiliar with this Seagod Island. Running around in the middle of the night, it's inevitable that I'll have some 'minor misunderstandings' with the locals."

"For example, sparring a little with those Holy Pillar Guardians who are on night watch."

……

At the summit of Poseidon Mountain, inside the Temple of Poseidon.

Poseidon, who was quite angry with Nan Feng, had just calmed down and was about to close her eyes to rest.

Suddenly, in her demigod-level perception, a violent clash of soul power erupted from the direction of Sea Dragon City! She recognized one of the auras immediately—it was the Sea Dragon Douluo, the leader of the Seven Sacred Pillars of Seagod Island; and the other aura…

It is filled with extreme coldness and evil!

"That guy, he never stays still for a moment!"

Poseidon was instantly enraged. In a flash, he transformed into a dazzling blue streak of light, crashing through the night sky above the Temple of Poseidon and hurtling towards the direction of Sea Dragon City!

"boom--!"

When Poseidon landed heavily before the Holy Pillar Altar in Sea Dragon City, filled with rage, the sight before her made her eyes twitch violently.

The usually arrogant Sea Dragon Douluo was now lying on the broken stone slab in a sorry state, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and a large piece of his clothes torn in the chest, clearly having suffered a great loss.

Meanwhile, the culprit, Nan Feng, stood unharmed not far away, tossing a beautifully crafted brick carving that he had somehow taken from somewhere.