Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start.

Chapter 109 How the hell can you blame me for this?

After uttering that final, resounding declaration, Qian Renxue didn't wait for Bibi Dong's response at all.

She turned around abruptly and strode out of the hall.

There is no need to persuade or beg.

As the teacher taught, the first thing to do in anything is to make your stance clear. If the other party doesn't accept it, what you should do is not to humbly try to persuade them, but to lay out your bargaining chips so that they have no choice but to accept.

Never relinquish control to someone else!

Since getting past Bibi Dong is so difficult, let Grandpa step in.

As long as the Hall of Offerings approves, and as long as she gets her hands on that soul bone, even Bibi Dong won't be able to stop her!

"Bang!"

The heavy door was pushed open by Qian Renxue and then slammed shut again.

Watching Qian Renxue's graceful departure, which even carried a hint of "I will not give up until I achieve my goal," Bibi Dong's chest heaved violently, and she crushed the pen in her hand into two pieces.

"Snapped!"

The broken pen barrel fell onto the table with a crisp sound.

so similar.

It's so similar.

That kind of rogue logic, like "I won't waste my breath on you, I'll just state the facts and make my conditions" and "Whether you agree or not, I'm going to do it anyway," is just a carbon copy of that bastard Nan Feng!

That little brat, where would she have gotten the guts? Where would she have gotten the cunning?

In her memory, Qian Renxue was a hothouse flower who only followed her around calling her "Mom" and would cry if she was neglected.

But today—

She not only analyzed the pros and cons with clear logic, but also learned to use her own irreplaceable nature to blackmail others, and learned to use the temple to pressure her.

Qian Daoliu, that coward, couldn't have raised such a granddaughter. Only Nan Feng could!

"asshole----"

Bibi Dong slammed her fist on the table, scattering the documents all over the floor.

What the hell is that bastard up to?!

He had just solemnly promised her in bed that he would no longer interfere in Qian Renxue's affairs, and that that chapter was now closed.

The results of it?

And then they teach others to be just like him?!

Is this a provocation directed at her?

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Or is this bastard just trying to fool her again?

The Imperial Garden.

Nan Feng was lying in the rocking chair, covering his face with the ancient book again, trying to escape reality with the ostrich tactic of "as long as I can't see, trouble can't find me".

Sudden.

A suffocating chill instantly enveloped the entire garden.

The flowers that were originally in full bloom withered instantly under the chill, and even the air seemed to freeze.

"Stop playing dead."

Bibi Dong's icy voice rang in my ears, filled with suppressed anger: "Get up."

Nan Feng stiffened, sighed helplessly, and slowly removed the book from his face, revealing an innocent smile: "Oh, Your Holiness the Pope, what brings you to stroll in the garden? Aren't you busy with state affairs?"

Stop grinning at me!

Bibi Dong said coldly.

"Nanfeng, do you think I'm easy to fool?"

"What did you promise me that night? You said you wouldn't interfere in Qian Renxue's affairs anymore, you said you had nothing to do with her anymore."

"And the result?"

Bibi Dong pointed towards the government affairs hall, her tone icy: "That girl just ran up to me, slammed her hand on the table, and tried to negotiate with me, even trying to steal the Heavenly Dou Empire's plans!"

"That tone of voice, that calculating logic—it's exactly like yours!"

"Don't tell me she learned this on her own!"

Bibi Dong leaned down, grabbed Nan Feng by the collar, and stared intently into his eyes: "What exactly do you want?"

Faced with Bibi Dong's murderous glare, Nan Feng looked utterly hopeless, raising his hands and crying out in protest, "Big sister, can't you be reasonable?"

"Wasn't it you who asked me to go check on her that night? Wasn't it you who asked me to comfort that crying little girl?"

"I just casually gave her a few sips of chicken soup, hoping to stop her from worrying about whether you love her or not."

"How was I supposed to know this girl's brain circuits were so unique?!"

"I taught her independence, but she interpreted it as seizing power!"

"I told her not to care about her parents, but she interpreted that as 'if there's no affection, then let's talk about interests!'"

"How the hell can you blame me for this?"

Seeing that Bibi Dong's eyes remained cold, Nan Feng took a deep breath, put away his playful smile, and said in a serious tone, "Bibi Dong, use your brain and think it over carefully."

"I may be shameless, and I may be ruthless, but even though I, Nan Feng, am a scoundrel, have I ever failed to keep any promises I made to you?"

"Besides, am I mentally ill?"

"Who is Qian Renxue? She is Qian Xunji's daughter! She is Qian Daoliu's granddaughter!"

"I have a grudge against their family! A grudge for killing my father!"

"What kind of crazy person would I be to help someone who's destined to kill me in the future, to deal with you, my ally who's in the same boat as me?"

"What am I after? That she'll grow up and use the angel's sword to cut me down?"

This rapid-fire explanation finally eased the murderous intent in Bibi Dong's eyes somewhat, but the shadow of suspicion still lingered.

"Really?" Bibi Dong stared at him coldly.

"More real than real gold!"

Nan Feng gritted his teeth, jumped up from the rocking chair, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to rush out: "Fine! If you don't believe me, I'll go to the Hall of Offerings right now!"

"Slap that girl Qian Renxue right in front of that old geezer!"

"I'll tell her to get lost! I'll tell her never to bother me again! Even if that old bastard Qian Daoliu wants to fight me to the death, I'll still ruin this whole thing!"

"I'll go prove my innocence right now!"

As he spoke, Nan Feng was about to rush out.

"stop!"

Bibi Dong, her face dark, grabbed his arm and threw him back into the rocking chair.

"What's the point of you going now? That's the main hall! Are you trying to make things worse than they already are?"

Bibi Dong released her grip and rubbed her temples in frustration.

Although Nan Feng's scoundrel-like behavior made her want to punch him, after calming down and thinking about it, she realized that what he said did make sense.

Although Nan Feng is a scoundrel, he is absolutely rational when it comes to "selfishness." He has no reason to help Qian Renxue against him; it's not in his best interest.

But the problem now is—

"What do we do now?"

Bibi Dong looked at Nan Feng, her eyes filled with anxiety and gloom: "I've already started preparing the infiltration plan for the Heaven Dou Empire. I've almost finished selecting the candidates. I just want to support an obedient puppet, even if he's a good-for-nothing, it doesn't matter."

"As long as that puppet takes the throne, and the Spirit Hall's army presses in, I can force him to abdicate and take over the Heavenly Dou without bloodshed."

"But now Qian Renxue wants to intervene. Just as she said, she has an absolute advantage, with a disguised soul bone and an angelic martial soul, making her the best candidate. Moreover, she now has the strong support of that old codger behind her."

Bibi Dong suddenly stopped and turned around to stare intently at Nan Feng: "Once she successfully infiltrates and truly seizes control of the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial power..."

"When the Spirit Hall is about to unify the world."

"Will she obediently abdicate in my favor?"

"No! She won't!"

Bibi Dong sneered, her tone chilling: "She will have the million-strong army of the Heavenly Dou Empire, half of the world, plus the support of those old fogies in the Hall of Worship."

"Instead, they're forcing me to abdicate! Forcing me to hand over the papacy to her!"

"Wouldn't the world then belong to the Qian family?!"

Seeing Bibi Dong's alarmed expression, Nan Feng sighed helplessly and slumped back into his rocking chair.

"Hey lady, are you so busy you've lost your mind?"

"Didn't we already discuss this in bed—cough, in the palace?"

Nan Feng put his hands behind his head and looked at the azure sky above. "You're worried that Qian Renxue will seize power, that she'll force you to step down, and that the world will eventually belong to the Qian family."

"But does this have anything to do with who you're supporting as a puppet?"

Even if you find an obedient good-for-nothing to be emperor now, even if you successfully take over the empire in the future.

"As long as the Angel Family still exists, as long as that damned Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul still exists."

Nan Feng turned his head and looked at Bibi Dong: "That's a god-level martial soul, with innate full soul power at level 20, and the Angel God Trial is a cheat code."

"This bloodline advantage is absolute."

"To put it bluntly, even if you become a god and ascend to the divine realm in the future, your heirs, no matter how hard they try, no matter how many resources you leave them, will still be affected."

"Decades later, centuries later."

"Could their descendants possibly defeat the descendants of a thousand families?"

"As long as someone produces a peerless Douluo, with a single call to arms, your Spirit Empire will be swallowed up whole in an instant."

"This is a crushing defeat at the genetic level, an absolute advantage in force, which cannot be resolved by playing power games."