Severing ties with family to marry the young marshal, his whole family chases me to the crematorium.

Chapter 202 Windwalker, Don't Let This God Down

Upon hearing the man's words, Shen Qingyao couldn't help but let out a cold sneer on her pretty face. Her beautiful eyes flashed with undisguised contempt and disdain as she stared straight at the man in front of her, her gaze filled with provocation and disdain.

She parted her lips slightly and said in a clear yet icy voice:

"Hmph! Since you keep claiming to be my most devout follower, can't you even come up with a way to verify my true identity?"

The man was clearly caught off guard by Shen Qingyao's sudden question. His previously calm face instantly turned astonished, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to refute something immediately, but for a moment he was speechless and did not know where to start.

After a long stalemate, the man finally came to his senses. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, and then responded just as coldly:

"Of course I have ways to verify your identity, but... shouldn't you be the one to take the initiative to prove your so-called 'god' identity to me?"

At this moment, Shen Qingyao's eyes flickered slightly, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind. In just a moment, she had already made a plan and calculation.

So she raised her head again, a confident smile on her face, and calmly replied:

"Verifying my identity is actually very simple; all I need to do is find the legendary Summoning God Sword. Once this sword appears, it will inevitably create a special bond and a strong resonance with me. In that case, wouldn't my identity be self-evident and crystal clear?"

However, after hearing Shen Qingyao's words, the man's face instantly turned extremely gloomy, like dark clouds before a storm, making people feel depressed and fearful.

Moreover, a deep anger and an uncontrollable killing intent were faintly revealed in the depths of his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, all that could be heard was his angry roar:

"Who exactly are you? How dare you trespass into my Blissful Society! What brings you here? Could it be, as I suspect, that you've come for the Divine Summoning Sword that our Blissful Society guards?"

When the man looked at her with a suspicious gaze, Shen Qingyao's heart trembled violently, as if struck by a cold electric shock.

However, she quickly regained her composure in just a moment, like an undercurrent surging beneath a calm lake.

"The Divine Summoning Sword is actually in your hands? Hmph! Since you doubt my identity, I'm merely showing you the method to prove it. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

Shen Qingyao first frowned slightly, pretending to be confused, then her expression changed to one of uncontrollable rage.

From beginning to end, she showed no sign of guilt whatsoever, which made the man even more confused, unable to determine whether the woman in front of him was the legendary Goddess of Bliss.

Shen Qingyao knew that as long as the man had not yet confirmed her identity, he would never easily accept everything she said.

The only way to verify her true identity is for the man to retrieve the Divine Summoning Sword.

However, she wasn't worried at all that the man would suddenly kill her, because before the truth came out, the man would also have a hard time judging whether what she said was true or a lie.

"At the morning assembly tomorrow, I, the president, will personally preside over the ceremony to verify your identity in front of all the believers of the Blissful Society!"

After uttering this harsh remark, the man waved his hand, signaling the black-robed man beside him to lead Shen Qingyao and the other two to find a stone chamber to settle down temporarily.

Throughout the journey, the man in the black robe had an unpredictable expression, and several times his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he ultimately swallowed it back.

Shen Qingyao, walking ahead, seemed oblivious, always holding her head high and maintaining her innate arrogance, ignoring everything around her.

Seeing that Shen Qingyao was about to step into the stone chamber, the man in black robes felt a surge of anxiety. He finally mustered immense courage, quickly stepped forward to block her path, and respectfully asked Shen Qingyao:

"My Lord, if I may be so bold as to ask, why don't you reveal a little bit of your divine power? If you did, the guild master would surely have no doubt about your identity!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingyao was slightly taken aback, then slowly turned around and stared expressionlessly at the man in black robes.

However, just as the man in black robes was feeling uneasy under that cold gaze, Shen Qingyao suddenly smiled. Her smile was as radiant and dazzling as spring flowers in bloom, yet it also carried a mysterious and unfathomable meaning.

She nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation in her eyes.

"Not bad, it's thoughtful of you to think of that. But..."

Shen Qingyao paused briefly, deliberately drawing out her words to make the black-robed man's heart leap into his throat, before continuing:

"I will only reveal my divine power to my most loyal believers. Those who harbor doubts and dare to question me are not worthy of my favor and blessings, and naturally cannot be considered my most loyal believers. Windwalker, I hope you will not disappoint me!"

These words were like a thunderclap in the black-robed man's ears. He stood there stunned for a moment, and then an uncontrollable look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

His previously tense body trembled slightly with excitement. He hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to Shen Qingyao, shouting:

"Please rest assured, God! I am willing to serve you for all eternity, to believe in you wholeheartedly, and to never have the slightest disloyalty! If I break this oath, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

In response to the black-robed man's confident assurances, Shen Qingyao simply nodded calmly.

However, a subtle hint of appreciation and satisfaction was revealed in her clear, water-like eyes.

Shen Qingyao's nonchalant attitude made the man in black robes feel flattered.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he immediately kowtowed repeatedly to Shen Qingyao, shouting, "Thank you, Divine Lord! Thank you for your great kindness and virtue!"

After the man in black robes left, Long Jiaojiao, who had been trying hard to maintain a dignified demeanor and keep a proper air, finally relaxed as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

As if all her strength had been drained away in an instant, she plopped heavily onto the bed, and then her whole body tilted backward like a sandbag that had lost its support.

"Oh dear, this is exhausting! This kind of work is something no dragon like us can handle! I can't live like this anymore!"

While complaining, Long Jiaojiao lay sprawled out on the bed, completely lacking any semblance of decorum.