The Eighth Trial
That's right, the content of the Eighth Trial is clearly written: Marry Qian Renxue, the inheritor of the Angel God, and hold a grand wedding. Once the wedding is completed, you will pass the test.
There are no additional conditions, no prerequisites, and no challenges.
It means he has to marry Qian Renxue.
Li Xun sat on the stone bed, motionless for a long time. The previous trials were more and more torturous than the last. The Second Trial required Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, the Fifth Trial Two-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, and the Seventh Trial a 100,000-year-old Soul Beast. Each trial was more outrageous than the last. But the Eighth Trial directly asked him to hold a wedding, without any beating around the bush.
He suddenly remembered the content of the Third Trial —to take Tang San to Sea God Island.
Looking back now, it's clear that Sea God 'Poseidon request for the First-Generation Asura God to set up that test was intended to link the Asura God Trial with the Sea God Trial, making it easier for the two Godhood Inheritance to work together.
Tang San's Sea God Nine Trials are progressing steadily, while his Asura God Trial is nearing completion.
The reason the Asura God is in such a hurry to marry him is probably because he's really tired of sitting on his divine throne and wants to get rid of things as soon as possible.
Li Xun shook his head, got up, and pushed open the door to leave.
Outside the stone house, Tang San happened to come out from next door. Seeing his strange expression, he asked, "What's wrong? Is the content of the Eighth Trial too outrageous?"
Li Xun glanced at him and said succinctly, "Let me marry Xue'er. Have a grand wedding, and that will be enough."
Tang San paused for two seconds, then burst out laughing, "The Asura God must really want to retire, he's even thought about your marriage for you."
"I think so too." Li Xun sighed. "The first seven tests were like torture, but the last one was just a total lethality. This senior's temper is unpredictable."
Tang San laughed, but then asked seriously, "So when do you plan to return to the Spirit Hall?"
Li Xun thought for a moment, "We need to wrap things up on Sea God Island first. You've passed the Fifth Trial, what's the Sixth Trial?"
"The Sixth Trial is to challenge a senior Sacred Pillar," Tang San said. "There's no time limit; fight until you win."
Li Xun raised an eyebrow. "That's going to be tough. They're not like ordinary Titled Douluo."
Tang San nodded, his expression serious. "I know. That's why I still need to practice. If you're in a hurry to get back to the Spirit Hall to prepare for the wedding, you don't need to wait for me."
Li Xun patted him on the shoulder. "There's no rush. You focus on preparing for the Sixth Trial. I'll go back to the Spirit Hall to tell the Grand Worshipper and Xue'er, and then we can start making arrangements for the wedding."
Tang San responded, and the two went their separate ways.
The Divine Realm.
Amidst the churning sea of clouds and the temples, Poseidon Sea God, clad in a sea-blue robe and wielding a trident, strode swiftly through the Divine Realm corridors, heading straight for the Asura God Temple.
He already knew the content of the Eighth Trial of the Asura God —marriage. Holding a grand wedding would be enough to pass.
Poseidon paused, his expression incredibly complex. He stood at the entrance of the Asura God Temple, took a deep breath, and then stepped inside.
Inside the hall, the First-Generation Asura God reclined on his throne, his blood-red robe loosely draped over his body. He rested one chin on his hand, while casually munching on a Divine Realm fruit in the other. When Poseidon entered, he didn't even lift his eyelids, lazily greeting him, "Yo, Lord Sea God, what brings you here?"
Poseidon stood in the hall, his trident planted firmly on the ground, and said helplessly, "Asura, wasn't the content of your Eighth Trial a little too easy?"
"Simple?" The First-Generation Asura God chewed on a spiritual fruit, asking vaguely, "How is it simple?"
"What's not simple about it?" Poseidon glared. "The previous tests were all about spirit rings— Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, Two-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, and ten Soul Beast over ten thousand years old. Each test was more dangerous than the last. And the Eighth Trial is just about having him hold a wedding? What kind of test is this?"
The First-Generation Asura God leisurely finished eating the spiritual fruit, tossed the pit aside, shifted into a more comfortable position on his throne, and said with a smile, "Poseidon, you're wrong about that. How can marriage be simple? Have you ever been a groom? Do you know how much effort it takes to organize a grand wedding? Venue, guests, ceremony, pomp—everything requires personal involvement. This test assesses coordination, connections, and character; how come it's described as simple in your words?"
Poseidon's lips twitched. "Stop giving me that nonsense. You just want to slack off."
"Slacking off?" The First-Generation Asura God sat up straight from his throne, his blood-red robe fluttering, and said solemnly, "I'm just making reasonable use of the rules. Besides, that kid and the Angel God's successor are in love, so I'm just going along with it. What's wrong with that?"
Poseidon took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. "You can't treat the divine test like a joke. The succession to the Asura God Position is being watched closely by everyone in the Divine Realm. What will the other gods think if word gets out about your Eighth Trial?"
Upon hearing this, the First-Generation Asura God not only wasn't annoyed, but instead laughed.
He stood up, his blood-red robes billowing in the wind, his divine power concealed yet emanating an oppressive aura that seemed to freeze the entire temple. He strolled leisurely to Poseidon, raised his hand, and patted him on the shoulder, his tone remarkably relaxed:
"Poseidon, get this straight. This is my divine position, and I can test it however I want."
He paused, withdrew his hand, placed it behind his back, slightly raised his chin, and his smile carried an undisguised arrogance:
"Besides, I am the God of Law Enforcement in the Divine Realm. Who dares to say that?"
Poseidon choked.
The First-Generation Asura God continued, "You, the Sea God Trial, are so enthusiastic about tormenting Tang San, so what if I, the Asura Trial, want my successor to settle down and start a family as soon as possible? You're allowed to be strict, but I'm not allowed to be lenient?"
Poseidon opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found that there was really no fault in what he said. The Asura God Position belonged to him, and the rules of the divine examination were also set by him. Moreover, this person was the God of Law Enforcement of the Divine Realm, and in terms of authority, he was no less than him.
He remained silent for a long while, then finally sighed and shook his head, "Fine, you're good. I can't argue with you."
The First-Generation Asura God smiled and sat back on his throne, crossing his legs. "That's more like it. Don't always have such a stern face."
The First-Generation Asura paused, then continued, "By the way, what level is Tang San at regarding your Sea God Nine Trials?"
"The Sixth Trial is to challenge the Sacred Pillar Guardian." Poseidon's face darkened again at this point. "And you? That kid passed the Eighth Trial after his wedding, and now he's on the Ninth Trial?"
The First-Generation Asura God picked up a cup of divine wine, took a sip, and slowly said, "The Ninth Trial... I plan to let him break through his limit. Once he breaks through, the trial will be considered a success."
Poseidon nearly coughed up blood. "How is it simple?!"
"Simple? What's so simple about it?" The First-Generation Asura God waved his hand. "That kid is Level 98 now, it'll be several days (years) before he becomes Limit Douluo."
Poseidon stood in the hall, staring at the God of Law Enforcement of the Divine Realm for a long time, before finally saying nothing, picking up his trident and turning to leave.
Behind him came the lazy voice of the First-Generation Asura God: "Ah, finally retiring, how happy!"
Poseidon waved his hand without turning his head, but his pace inexplicably quickened.