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

Poseidon's terrifying demigod-level soul power surged once more: "This is your last chance. My patience is limited. If you keep rambling and beating around the bush, I guarantee I won't waste another word on you. I'll directly suppress this false body of yours!"

Faced with Poseidon's threat, Nan Feng shrugged helplessly, "Alright, alright, since the High Priest has no sense of humor, I have no choice but to confess honestly."

"Actually, the core purpose of all the things I've done is very simple... it's just to 'resurrect'."

"Resurrection?" Poseidon raised an eyebrow.

“Otherwise?” Nan Feng retorted. “As you can see, High Priest, I am now just a lonely ghost who can only exist by attaching myself to Bibi Dong. Even this body that can walk outside is just a fake puppet created by consuming a huge amount of soul power.”

"Of course I'm unwilling to spend my life as a parasite, living in obscurity. But to give a soul that's already dead a physical body again, to achieve true resurrection..."

"This kind of method of reversing life and death is clearly something that the power of the mortal world absolutely cannot do."

"Looking across the entire continent, there is only a glimmer of hope if we touch the legendary 'god-level' power."

"So, looking across the world, apart from the Angel Temple in Wuhun City, the place most likely to help me achieve this goal is this Seagod Island where you, High Priest, are stationed. I've come all this way... specifically to try my luck."

Upon hearing this "worldly reason" that could finally be explained by normal logic, the huge weight that had been hanging over Poseidon's heart was finally lifted.

Since it was for resurrection and for god-level power, his previous schemes on Purple Pearl Island, and even his actions of using the name of Seagod Island to support his forces, all have a reasonable explanation and motivation.

but……

"Since your goal is to resurrect yourself using the power of the sea god..."

Poseidon asked in bewilderment, "Then why didn't you just come to me and tell me directly from the beginning? Given the favors you've done on Purple Pearl Island, if we had discussed it properly, even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, I wouldn't have hesitated to pray to the Sea God for you."

"Why do you insist on acting like a rogue at the foot of the mountain? Why do you have to argue with me and spout nonsense like before?"

Upon hearing the words "unreasonable arguments," Nan Feng not only showed no remorse, but instead revealed an expression of even greater confusion than Poseidon's.

"High Priest, your choice of words is inaccurate."

Nan Feng blinked innocently, then retorted confidently, "What do you mean by being unreasonable? Was any of what I said to you by the wall just now false?"

Poseidon was taken aback.

“To be resurrected, I need the power of the sea god. And you are the sea god’s only representative on earth. That’s why I said ‘I need you,’ ‘that’s the core reason I’ve gone through all this,’ ‘so that I can safely reach you and be alone with you…’”

"Aren't these words the absolute truth?!"

Nan Feng shrugged. "I simply omitted the words 'for resurrection' when stating these facts; I didn't tell the whole story. How can that be considered lying?"

"..."

Poseidon opened his mouth, trying to refute.

But she quickly replayed in her mind every word Nan Feng had said when he pinned her against the wall.

To her dismay, she discovered... that what this guy said actually made a lot of sense!

Every word he said, when taken out of context, was simply a statement of fact!

It was only because he skillfully removed the most crucial "motivational premise," coupled with his highly aggressive and ambiguous body language, that he successfully misled her into an extremely absurd context!

Seeing Poseidon speechless and her chest heaving violently, Nan Feng took two steps forward.

"Judging from the High Priest's appearance, he probably rarely engages in equal exchanges with people on Seagod Island, right?"

"Your emotions seem to be extremely easily influenced by external factors; the slightest provocation can make you become unusually agitated."

Nan Feng crossed his arms and commented in a serious tone, "High Priest, why don't you think back? From the time we met until now, how many minutes have you truly remained calm and composed?"

Upon hearing this, Poseidon abruptly raised her head and stared at him speechlessly.

"How dare you say that?" Even with her excellent self-control, Poseidon couldn't help but grit her teeth. "From the moment we met at the foot of the mountain, every single time you've used barbed words and sophistry, haven't you been deliberately provoking me from the very beginning?!"

What did I do to provoke you?

Nan Feng spread his hands, his face full of innocent, "pure and harmless" feeling: "Every word I just said was the truth from the bottom of my heart. I was clearly answering your questions seriously every time, so how did it become that I was deliberately provoking you?"

Seeing Nan Feng's distorted and self-righteous behavior, Poseidon closed her eyes in anguish.

She took a deep, forceful breath of the cold air inside the temple, trying to suppress the raging fire in her chest.

A moment later, Poseidon reopened her eyes, looked at Nan Feng, and asked in an extremely determined yet somewhat pitying tone:

"You... probably don't have many friends in this world, right?"

Nan Feng was slightly taken aback, somewhat puzzled by this sudden cross-channel question: "What makes you say that, High Priest?"

“Because I really can’t imagine…” Poseidon looked him up and down, making no attempt to hide the disgust and sigh in her tone, “What kind of extraordinary strong heart and twisted mind would it take to put up with someone as wicked, self-centered, and utterly shameless as you on this vast land?”

Upon hearing this assessment, Nan Feng was not angry at all; instead, he sighed deeply in agreement.

"The High Priest is indeed discerning; his insight is truly remarkable."

“But you’re wrong about one thing. I don’t just ‘have few friends,’ I have absolutely no friends.”

“Apart from Bibi Dong, that unfortunate host whom I forcibly parasitized and bound to in life and death, who had no other choice... everyone else in this world, when they see me, are either terrified of me as if they had seen a demon from the abyss, or they wish they could cut me into a thousand pieces and devour me alive.”

"It's a pity... they can only hate me in their hearts, because they simply don't have the ability to kill me."

Poseidon frowned, somewhat speechless: "Judging from your tone, you seem quite proud of your situation where the whole world is your enemy?"

"pride?"

Nan Feng looked at Poseidon in confusion, "How could the High Priest have such thoughts? Why should I be proud?"

"On the contrary, I feel like a complete failure. You could even say I'm a total loser."

A sense of almost absurd irony surged within Nan Feng's heterochromatic pupils:

"High Priest, do you know what the most ridiculous thing in the world is?"

"Whenever I seriously want to do something, whenever I want to shed my pretense and treat someone with sincerity and honesty... no matter how much I give, no matter how clearly I speak the truth, the only feedback I get is deep fear and endless doubt."

"And those I treated like pawns, casually dealt with, or even just fooled by a few clumsy lies I casually told..."

Nan Feng shook his head self-deprecatingly, "Yet they are grateful to me and trust me completely."

Nan Feng stood quietly in place, looking at the silent Poseidon, and softly asked in return:

"Telling the truth gets you treated like a monster, while lying gets you worshipped as a savior. High Priest, isn't that a failure enough?"

Do you think I would be proud of this ironic reality? Proud to be a loser who no one dares to believe the truth?

Poseidon listened quietly to Nan Feng's words, which were full of self-analysis and sarcasm. Her emotions, which had been fluctuating wildly due to anger, were inexplicably calmed down a bit.

She looked at the man before her, whose aura was cold yet exuded endless loneliness, and after a moment of silence, she slowly spoke: "Everything has a cause. People don't fear someone for no reason, nor do they doubt even the most sincere goodwill without basis."

"yes……"

Nan Feng looked up at the intricate divine totems on the temple dome. "As the saying goes, prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain that you can't move no matter how hard you try."

“But I know better than anyone else…” Nan Feng lowered his head and looked directly at Poseidon, “This mountain that is pressing down on me so hard I can’t breathe, wasn’t it also something I built myself, stone by stone, with my own hands?”

Chapter 178 Poseidon: I believe

……

Hearing this remarkably clear-headed self-awareness, Poseidon's doubts deepened: "Since you know everything, since you understand that your actions have led to this situation where you are now at odds with the whole world, why do you continue down this path?"

"why?"

Nan Feng seemed to have heard an extremely naive joke. He retorted to Poseidon with a deep sense of powerlessness in his tone: "High Priest, you've lived for so long, do you still think... 'knowing' necessarily means 'changing'?"

Do you think that as long as you stand up and lay your heart bare, the misunderstanding can be easily cleared up?

Do you think that as long as you bow your head and admit your mistakes, the errors you made can be erased or corrected?

Do you really think that 'admitting your mistakes and correcting them' will earn you forgiveness and acceptance from others again?

"Obviously not."

“I’ve never been one to be obsessed with saving face. In fact, if abandoning so-called dignity can really solve the problem and give me a way out, I can kneel down in front of anyone without hesitation or psychological burden.”

"But reality is not so naive. The reality is... once you're labeled a 'monster' or a 'liar' in other people's minds, everything you do will only reinforce that prejudice!"

"If I choose to remain silent, they will think I am extremely cunning and secretly plotting something even more terrifying; but if I choose to open my stomach and lay bare my heart to explain my true intentions to them..."

Nan Feng pointed at himself with extreme sarcasm: "Then my final fate will only be to become a pathetic clown who is trampled on at will and mocked for his weakness!"

"So, what else can I do?"

Nan Feng spread his hands, "I can only follow the image of the 'monster' in their eyes and go all the way down this path. I can only make one mistake after another, using more terrifying methods and more unscrupulous schemes than they can imagine, to force them to submit!"

"It's not that I don't want to turn back, nor that I haven't tried to turn back."

"But this damn reality doesn't give me a way back! Even if I did turn back, nobody would care, and it would be of no use at all!"

At this point, Nan Feng suddenly took a step forward, "Just like now."

“I have made my purpose for coming to Poseidon Island very clear to you. But, High Priest…”

Do you really believe me now?

Faced with Nan Feng's questioning, Poseidon looked at him quietly.

Those deep eyes, which were originally full of scrutiny and wariness, were now surprisingly calm.

Only the soft whistling of the wind through the stone pillars remained in the hall. After a moment of silence, Poseidon parted her red lips and uttered a single word:

"letter."

The air seemed to freeze completely for a few seconds in that instant.

Nan Feng's well-prepared rebuttals and sarcastic remarks were abruptly choked by this single, seemingly insignificant word. He stared blankly at Poseidon, his usually meticulous mind seemingly experiencing a rare and brief lapse.

The next second, he subconsciously reached out and touched Poseidon's forehead.

Feeling the sudden warm, masculine touch on her forehead, Poseidon froze, then instinctively took several steps back as if electrocuted!

A flicker of surprise and embarrassment crossed her face. She'd lived for over a hundred years, and this was the first time she'd ever had such unguarded physical contact with another man!

Or rather, in the past, no one had ever dared to be so audacious as to offend her, the High Priestess of the Sea God!

"Are you running a fever?" Nan Feng's hand was still frozen in mid-air, his face full of disbelief. "You...you really believe me?"

Poseidon took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the strange ripples in her heart, and coldly asked, "Is that not allowed?"

“I believe what you just said about feelings of loneliness and failure is true, and I also believe that your core purpose in coming to Poseidon Island is resurrection. But…”

Poseidon changed the subject, her gaze still sharp: "I also believe that beneath this truth, there must be something you haven't fully told me."

Upon hearing this, Nan Feng suddenly smiled.