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

Chapter 203 Is she the Goddess of Elysium?

Upon hearing Long Jiaojiao's words, Shen Qingyao's lips curled up slightly, and she couldn't help but reveal a doting smile.

However, she did not speak, but stood quietly to the side, like a fragrant orchid blooming in the wind, exuding a tranquil and elegant temperament.

At this moment, Ruan Hongshuang slowly walked to Long Jiaojiao's side and sat down.

Looking at the mischievous and adorable little guy in front of her, she helplessly reached out and gently patted Long Jiaojiao's round, chubby, and incredibly soft little bottom, scolding him playfully:

"Alright, Jiaojiao, stop complaining! Let's think about what we should do next."

"Junior Sister, do you think the president of the Blissful Society has already come to believe in your so-called 'God Lord' identity? Will he obediently hand over the God-Summoning Sword?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingyao's previously relaxed brows suddenly furrowed, and her expression became increasingly solemn.

She gently shook her head, her beautiful eyes filled with barely concealed frustration.

"I don't know either, but hopefully he'll take it out at the morning meeting tomorrow."

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The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the window, Shen Qingyao, Ruan Hongshuang, and Long Jiaojiao slowly woke up.

Just as they were stretching and getting ready to get up and wash, a noisy commotion suddenly entered their ears. The sound was like waves, one after another, surging in from outside the door.

"Junior sister, judging from the noise, it seems like quite a few people have come outside."

As Ruan Hongshuang quickly put on her clothes, she said to Shen Qingyao with a nervous expression.

Her brows were furrowed, as if she were being suffocated by an invisible pressure, and her eyes were filled with worry.

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingyao was slightly taken aback, and a hint of unease flashed across her face. But she quickly shook her head vigorously, as if trying to shake off her inner turmoil.

"Don't worry, senior sister. We agreed yesterday that there would be a morning meeting today, so it's normal for there to be more people. Let's go out and take a look."

Seeing Shen Qingyao so calm and composed, Ruan Hongshuang opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed her words.

Perhaps, as her junior sister said, she was just overthinking things? With this thought, Ruan Hongshuang felt a little more at ease.

Meanwhile, Long Jiaojiao remained completely silent throughout, seemingly oblivious to the commotion and noise around him.

In her mind, there was never any fear or apprehension. She would do whatever Shen Qingyao said or did without hesitation.

Before long, the three of them had finished getting ready, and then stepped out of the stone chamber together, walking briskly towards the venue with light steps.

Along the way, the noise became clearer and clearer, pounding against their hearts like drumbeats.

When they finally arrived at the venue, the scene before them took them by surprise—the once empty and deserted venue was now completely full!

Looking out, the dark crowd stretched as far as the eye could see, each face displaying an expression of excitement, curiosity, or nervousness.

Just then, Shen Qingyao, Ruan Hongshuang, and Long Jiaojiao, these three beauties, appeared gracefully in everyone's sight like three beautiful landscapes.

In an instant, the noisy scene seemed to be silenced, and everyone's eyes were drawn to the three of them as if by a magnet.

These gazes contained both curious scrutiny and a deeper exploration, as if trying to see through their appearance to uncover the secrets hidden deep within their hearts.

However, despite the slight ripples in Shen Qingyao's heart when faced with so many intense gazes, her strong willpower allowed her to quickly calm herself down.

She tilted her head slightly, straightened her back, and stood as aloof and proud as a plum blossom braving the snow, resolutely choosing to ignore the probing gazes.

Standing to the side, Ruan Hongshuang took in Shen Qingyao's every move.

Knowing her friend's temperament well, in order not to make Shen Qingyao lose face, even though her heart was already pounding with anxiety, she still gritted her teeth and forcibly suppressed her panicked emotions, trying her best to maintain a calm and composed appearance, not daring to show the slightest fear.

In comparison, the most relaxed and carefree one was Long Jiaojiao.

This lively and cheerful woman did not feel uncomfortable at all because of the attention she received. Instead, she was like a proud peacock, displaying her beauty and charm to the fullest.

She smiled and gracefully accepted the envious or jealous glances, as if she were enjoying the wonderful moment of being the center of attention like a star.

At the same time, after Shen Qingyao and the other two entered the venue, the president of the Bliss Society, who had been sitting on the podium, couldn't help but turn his attention to them.

His deep, ocean-like eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of barely concealed excitement and anticipation surfaced deep within them.

"Do any of you followers of the Lord of Bliss know who this person is?"

At this extremely tense moment, the president of the Blissful Society's voice, full of authority and mystery, suddenly resounded throughout the entire venue.

The sound was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears and drawing everyone's attention to the direction from which it came.

When their gazes focused on Shen Qingyao, the doubt and confusion in their eyes grew even stronger.

Meanwhile, the venue erupted into chaos, filled with a cacophony of discussions.

People whispered and murmured among themselves, making no attempt to hide their comments about Shen Qingyao and the two people beside her.

In an instant, countless eyes were focused on them like spotlights, making Shen Qingyao and the others the focus of everyone's attention.

However, the president of the Blissful Society simply smiled in the face of such a chaotic scene.

He gently raised his hand, his movements elegant and composed.

The moment he raised his hand, the once noisy venue fell into a deathly silence, as if by magic.

Everyone held their breath, afraid to make a sound, lest they break the eerie silence.

At this moment, the president of the Blissful Society's sharp, hawk-like gaze slowly moved, finally settling steadily on Shen Qingyao with a hint of provocation and smugness.

He smiled slightly and spoke in a slow but penetrating tone:

"According to this woman herself, she is our supreme deity—the Goddess of Bliss!"

This statement is like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating a huge wave.

The entire venue immediately erupted in excitement, with a constant buzz of discussion.

Some people looked astonished, their mouths agape in disbelief.

Some people shook their heads and chuckled, clearly dismissing this idea with disdain.

Some people were so agitated that their faces turned red, and they argued loudly about something.

However, upon closer listening, one will find that among these noisy voices, very few people truly believe that Shen Qingyao is the Goddess of Bliss.

At this moment, Shen Qingyao's eyes gradually turned gloomy and dark, as if they could drip ink.

It turns out that the Blissful God, who had been sealed deep within her sea of ​​consciousness, seemed to be stirred by external stimuli and showed signs of breaking free from the seal.

A powerful and violent force surged through her body, an endless aura of slaughter and tyranny.

This evil aura, like a surging tide, relentlessly assaulted her mental defenses, causing her unprecedented pain and discomfort.

Nevertheless, Shen Qingyao gritted her teeth and persevered with her strong willpower.

She knew all too well that if the God of Bliss were to completely break free of the seal and take control of her body, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Large beads of sweat slid down her pale cheeks, soaking her collar, but she showed no sign of backing down.