"Read aloud the most cheesy and classic passage in front of everyone..."
Ning Rongrong's voice was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire venue.
humiliation!
This is a blatant insult!
This not only humiliated all the Sea Soul Masters present, but also openly desecrated their supreme faith—the sea god Poseidon!
"This is outrageous!"
The Sea Witch Douluo slammed her hand on the table, abruptly standing up. A powerful surge of soul energy spread out like a raging tide. "Liuli Tian, you are provoking the dignity of the entire Seagod Island!"
"That's right! Arrest this girl who's spreading these heresies!"
"Blasphemy is a crime deserving of death!"
The Sea Soul Masters completely lost control, and powerful auras soared into the sky, making the air in the entire auction house heavy, as if a bloody battle was about to break out at any moment.
The mainland Soul Masters were speechless. They never imagined that a perfectly good auction would turn into a trial of the gods.
Can't take a joke, or what?
Ning Fengzhi's heart tightened, and he subconsciously tried to get up to mediate, but a hand gently pressed him down. He turned around and met Ning Liu's calm face.
"Sect Leader Ning, please calm down."
Ning Liu's voice was soft, yet it carried a strange, calming power: "Just watch the show."
Watching a play? The fire's practically reaching our eyebrows, what's the point of watching a play?
Ning Fengzhi was filled with anxiety, but he saw Ning Liu's gaze pass over the restless crowd and land on that figure.
Poseidon, the Sea God Douluo.
To everyone's surprise, the high priest, as the sea god's representative on earth, did not fly into a rage as everyone had imagined.
She remained seated on the throne, but her deep blue eyes were fixed intently on the letter in Ning Rongrong's hand, her expression complex and unreadable.
There was surprise, there was reminiscence, but more than anything, there was a kind of anticipation that she herself had not even realized.
The so-called "human fisherwoman"—others may not know, but how could she not? It was a secret passed down through generations on Poseidon Island, the ancestor of her Poseidon clan.
Humans have seven emotions and six desires. Since humans can be deified, how can the past years be a blank?
Poseidon was eager to know what the legendary great god was thinking when he wrote such a letter during his time as a "human" before he became a god.
Her silence acted like an invisible barrier, causing the Sea Soul Masters who were clamoring to rush onto the stage to pause in their actions.
They looked at each other, puzzled as to why the high priest had not reacted.
The atmosphere on the field fell into an eerie stalemate.
Ning Rongrong stood in the eye of the storm, feeling the gazes coming from all directions, almost tearing her apart. Her face was pale, and her knuckles, gripping the letter tightly, turned white from the force.
But when her gaze met Ning Liu's, seeing her senior brother's smug, "everything is under control" expression, a surge of anger instantly overwhelmed her fear.
good!
It's just reading a letter, isn't it?
Isn't it just a public execution?
Senior brother, you forced me to do this!
Ning Rongrong steeled her heart, gritted her teeth, and unfolded the yellowed parchment.
She cleared her throat, and her slightly trembling voice, tinged with nervousness, carried clearly to every corner of the eerily silent hall.
"...To the only light in my life, A-Yue."
"'It is as if we have met in person. Please forgive my abruptness. Last night, the stars filled the sky, but I had no heart to look at the sea, for my entire sea of stars was reflected in your eyes.'"
As soon as she uttered the first sentence, Ning Rongrong's cheeks turned as red as if they were about to bleed.
A burst of suppressed laughter erupted from the audience, interspersed with a few disdainful snorts. It was indeed utterly boring and frivolous talk.
But Ning Rongrong didn't stop. As if she had gone all out, she actually sped up her speech.
“They say I am a child of the sea, born to ride the raging waves.”
"But right now, all I want is to be a fish caught in your net, drowning in your gentle, shallow bay."
“'...They say my future journey is the boundless deep sea, the glory of becoming a god. But I only want to use all my strength to hold up a sky for you that will never rain.'”
“...Ah Yue, if one day I have to embark on that glorious but lonely road.”
“Please remember, in the endless ages, there once lived a foolish boy named Poseidon. He had seen the most magnificent tides and the most dazzling divine light, but in his heart, nothing could compare to the way you stood on the rocks that afternoon, turning back to smile at him…”
Ning Rongrong's voice, which was initially filled with shame and indignation and trembling, gradually became steady, and even carried a hint of softness that she herself was unaware of.
The snickers in the arena had disappeared at some point.
Everyone fell silent.
A faint, salty sea breeze, seemingly coming from nowhere, gently caressed everyone's cheeks.
Immediately afterwards, a clear cry of seagulls seemed to ring out right next to my ears.
As Ning Rongrong read the last sentence, an image flashed into everyone's mind without warning—
Azure sea, golden sand.
A young man dressed in coarse linen clothes and with long, equally blue hair was awkwardly handing a freshly picked flower, still glistening with dew, to the girl in front of him.
The young man had a handsome face and an innate arrogance and authority between his brows, but at this moment, his face was full of nervous inexperience, and his eyes darted away, not daring to look into the girl's eyes.
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