After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 147 - "True Cultists Never Believe They Worship an Evil God"

When Jue Wuqing blurted out his claim, not only did Duan Zixuan and the others think they misheard, but even He Ange raised an eyebrow, feeling perplexed.

He Ange knew that Jue Wuqing might be a reborn individual with some extraordinary foresight and logical thinking.

But no matter how he looked at it, he hadn’t expected Jue Wuqing to say something like this.

It was a bit too abstract…

However, Jue Wuqing didn’t find it strange. He found the astonished gazes of those behind him amusing! These mere mortals could never understand Jue Wuqing’s true plan, nor could they imagine him facing such a formidable guardian deity with such composure!

Because they lacked vision and courage, they envied Jue Wuqing.

This was the confidence of living a second life!

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Just this alone made Jue Wuqing feel far ahead of his peers. Now, it was time for everyone to focus on him and watch his grand display.

“Did you just call my most revered Divine Phoenix… the ‘Abyssal Phoenix’?”

On the throne,

The green-red-haired girl raised her foot, her phoenix eyes glinting with malice, her tone displeased and filled with hidden killing intent.

Yet, Jue Wuqing remained unfazed:

“Divine Phoenix, that’s an old title. Now, our master has fallen into the abyss, and Abyssal Phoenix is the most fitting title for our master.”

He spoke with confidence, as if from the heart.

Honestly, hearing this, He Ange couldn’t help but think Jue Wuqing might be telling the truth. Feng Yuan was no longer the Divine Phoenix of ancient times, now labeled as the Abyssal Phoenix by the Dragon Dynasty, and her followers were deemed heretics.

This was indeed the reality.

If Xuanque hadn’t spoken with He Ange beforehand, seeing Jue Wuqing’s confident and seemingly factual words, she might have felt some trust and unease.

Xuanque also worried that her beloved Feng Zun, labeled as the Abyssal Phoenix in the outside world, might not be doing well…

However,

He Ange’s presence dispelled Xuanque’s concerns.

Compared to Jue Wuqing’s one-sided claims and the weak abyssal relic in his possession, He Ange’s Abyssal Phoenix ring was far more convincing.

Moreover, the Abyssal Pearl’s willingness to follow He Ange further validated his identity.

In this context,

Xuanque looked at Jue Wuqing with a mix of amusement, resentment, and murderous intent.

He Ange was Feng Yuan’s disciple, and he could tell Xuanque that the outside world now called Feng Yuan the Abyssal Phoenix. He could even joke that after a thousand years, Feng Yuan was still just 1.6 meters tall.

If He Ange said it, Xuanque would find it endearing.

But if Jue Wuqing said it, especially in a commanding tone, it would disgust Xuanque.

“What?”

Noticing the displeased gaze from the throne, Jue Wuqing broke into a cold sweat, but remained defiant: “Xuanque, it’s been over a thousand years since you last saw the Abyssal Phoenix. Surely you haven’t forgotten her aura?”

“You think I’ve forgotten?” Xuanque raised an eyebrow.

Jue Wuqing sneered, raising the abyssal relic again: “If you truly recognize this relic, you should know it bears the Abyssal Phoenix’s scent. It’s a token she gave me! If you, Xuanque, don’t recognize it, then I’m sorry, but the next emissary won’t come for another thousand—”

Jue Wuqing continued his speech.

At some point, Xuanque rose from the throne.

Immediately, Jue Wuqing trembled, his eyes filled with fear. He feared his plan might have a flaw, and Xuanque would kill him.

But soon, Jue Wuqing saw the green-red-haired girl step gracefully onto the red carpet, walking towards him.

Moreover,

Xuanque’s gaze was filled with joy, as if she had seen a supreme holy relic, her phoenix eyes radiating respect and admiration.

“Ha, hahaha—!!!”

“Looks like you can still tell right from wrong, Xuanque!”

Jue Wuqing was ecstatic, laughing uncontrollably.

Behind him, Duan Zixuan and the others were undoubtedly shocked, likely wondering how to plead with Jue Wuqing, the ultimate villain!

Seeing the green-red-haired girl approach,

Jue Wuqing sneered, spreading his arms, ready to receive the Divine Transformation guardian’s kneeling and submission.

But something strange happened.

As Xuanque neared Jue Wuqing, she didn’t stop. Instead, she passed him, ignoring him completely, and continued down the red carpet.

When she brushed past him, Jue Wuqing’s expression froze.

He was dumbfounded, as if waking from a dream, unable to accept reality.

After a long pause,

Jue Wuqing turned, seeing the green-red-haired girl kneeling before the white-robed youth, He Ange. She smiled, then knelt on one knee, bowing her head:

“Disciple Xuanque greets the Phoenix Emissary!”

The scene was like Xuanque seeking divine coronation, the Divine Transformation guardian deity of the Cherry Sea Secret Realm kneeling before a human youth. At that moment, the group looked at the white-robed youth, feeling a transcendent aura, as if he were a true celestial being.

What a presence!

With Xuanque kneeling, He Ange remained unfazed, standing with hands behind his back, nodding slightly, acknowledging the girl who submitted to him.

His demeanor was more fitting for a divine emissary than Jue Wuqing.

In fact…

With Xuanque kneeling, it proved he truly was Feng Yuan’s emissary!

“He, He Ange, you… how can you, you are…”

Jue Wuqing’s voice trembled as he met the youth’s gaze, his hawk eyes filled with fear. The youth’s clear eyes were calm, his slight smile adding a touch of amusement and mockery to Jue Wuqing’s despair.

In He Ange’s eyes, Jue Wuqing saw long-held madness and greed.

Moreover, seeing He Ange holding an ancient Abyssal Pearl and wearing the glowing Abyssal Phoenix ring,

At that moment,

Jue Wuqing understood something from his past life memories.

An ancient Abyssal Pearl, an Abyssal Phoenix ring, and eyes hiding madness and obsession… these were all traits of a true cultist!

Perhaps,

Jue Wuqing’s claim of being an emissary was pure fabrication.

But Jue Wuqing dared to say, He Ange’s attire made him at least a bishop-level villain in the Abyssal Phoenix cult.

Jue Wuqing’s mind went blank.

He had no words—

Thud!

Jue Wuqing fell to his knees, his pupils dilated, speechless.

After a long pause,

He Ange finally spoke with curiosity:

“Xuanque, if I recall correctly, this human named Jue Wuqing accused our master Feng Zun of being an evil god, the Abyssal Phoenix?”

“Ah… ah…”

Jue Wuqing’s voice was hoarse, his hawk eyes filled with despair.

He realized—

True cultists never believe they worship an evil god.