Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Saint Master, Twelve Talismans Chaotic the Continent

Chapter 51 Don't Bow Your Head

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"What do you all think of the Spirit Hall?" Nan Feng asked.

"..."

Everyone was taken aback and looked at Nan Feng with puzzled expressions.

Bibi Dong's eyes twitched slightly. She really wanted to slip away. Nan Feng's nonsense was just too damn brainwashing!

It's simply unbearable!

Yue Guan and Gui Mei silently closed the doors of the Elder Hall.

These next words must not be spread!

You can't call it heresy, you can only say it's pure suicide!

According to Nan Feng's theory, the Spirit Hall, the two great empires, the seven major sects, and the eight great families all deserve to die!

If someone else said this, like that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang who spouted nonsense in Wuhun City back then, proclaiming the ten core competencies of martial spirits, everyone would just listen for a laugh. After all, when you're bored, talking about the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Master Yu Yuanzhen, a father who is as good as a son, is a good joke to have after dinner.

But Nanfeng is different!

This guy's talent is like a joke to his mother—a Soul King at sixteen!

Moreover, there's his position and his relationship with Bibi Dong!

These two are powerful and influential; the words that come out of their mouths are not just nonsense!

A joke? Nobody would take Nan Feng's words as a joke!

"What do you think of this world?" Nan Feng asked again.

"???"

Everyone looked completely bewildered.

What topic is this?

Should I talk to them about life?

"Don't you guys think this world is too ugly?" Nan Feng said.

People don't crave light; they just don't want the darkness to fall on them. But if it falls on someone else, they're happy to watch the spectacle.

The spirit masters of the Spirit Hall merely work there, rather than considering it their home.

After all, these powerful Soul Masters are superior to others wherever they go. Those with Soul King or higher cultivation levels can obtain noble titles in no time if they join the two great empires.

Soul Prince, Soul Emperor Earl, Soul Saint Marquis, Soul Douluo Duke – all prices are clearly marked, no deception for the young or old.

As for Title Douluo, going there would be like being an emperor emeritus!

The only reason I stayed at the Spirit Hall was because, compared to the two great empires, the Spirit Hall offered me more.

Because both empires were responsible for managing the common people, collecting taxes, distributing wealth, and maintaining public order, the operation of a country was too complex, which meant that this process would consume more resources.

But the Spirit Hall only needs to sit back and reap the benefits, simply robbing the money collected by the two great empires.

The two great empires were slave owners, and the Spirit Hall didn't even deserve to be called a slave owner; it was just a den of bandits!

The bandits robbed the slave owners, who, in order to maintain their dignity, exploited the slaves even more. Then the bandits would take some dishwater from their own feasts and give it to the slaves to taste.

Oh, the light of slavery has been born!

"..."

Hearing Nan Feng's sarcastic laughter, the expressions of the group of Title Douluos were extremely strange.

Dude, when you get really ruthless, you even criticize yourself?

We're in this together!

We are bandits, and you are a bandit too!

Bibi Dong was, in fact, a bandit leader!

"May I ask... Elder Nanfeng, what... do you intend to do?" Ghost Leopard Douluo asked.

"Do you remember how much the subsidy for a Great Soul Master is?" Nan Feng asked.

"I haven't received it, but I know it's ten gold soul coins."

"Do you know how long it would take an average family to earn ten gold soul coins?"

"Not even enough for a year! Not even enough for a whole year!"

"But even if a Great Soul Master does nothing but sit at home and eat rice, he can still collect ten gold soul coins every month."

"Even Soul Masters receive a subsidy of one hundred gold soul coins per month!"

"But Soul Masters only know how to cultivate and enjoy themselves, and don't do any work. Where will these hundred gold soul coins come from?"

Nan Feng scanned the group of Title Douluos present.

"Will you give it to them? Or will the Spirit Hall give it to them?"

"Or perhaps two great empires?"

"..."

"No! None of those!" Nan Feng said.

"It was raised little by little by ordinary people who were on the verge of not even being able to afford food!"

"Have you all ever considered how many families it would take to support a Grand Soul Master?"

"How many families would it take to support a Soul Lord?"

"But what are these supported Soul Masters doing? Are they striving for the progress of the world? Or are they like the lower-level Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall, running all over the mountains and fields to awaken the Martial Souls of rural children who will never be able to leave the mountains in their entire lives?"

"No! They're having fun, they're laughing, they're taking that blood-soaked bun to that damn brothel! Damn it!"

"Even if they do nothing, they can still openly leech off the people!"

"And what's even more outrageous is that those idiots who are being leeched off actually worship these parasites!"

Why?

"Because these idiots are all hoping, all dreaming, that their children will one day be like these high and mighty figures, trampling on their heads and lording it over them!"

"These idiots are even enjoying it!"

"You fucking idiot!"

"This world is nothing but a stupid brothel; everyone's only thinking about going in and out of others and being gone in and out of others!"

"Damn it!"

"..."

Everyone stared blankly at Nan Feng, who had suddenly started swearing.

At first, he sounded a little guilty about what he said. Nan Feng was not only cursing the Spirit Hall or the two great empires, but the entire Soul Master class!

But, as they were hurling insults, how did they suddenly start making sweeping generalizations across the board?

The six elders, as well as Yue Guan and Gui Mei, who were hearing this depth for the first time, unconsciously turned their gazes toward Bibi Dong.

This is your little sweetheart, sir!

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

"..."

Bibi Dong looked away, feigning stomach pain.

Listen, she's been cursed at in her dreams countless times before, and she's used to even worse things.

She could have gone mad after spending three years in that hellish place, the City of Slaughter. And she was able to come out of the Rakshasa Secret Realm so quickly, almost unaffected, all thanks to this ancestor!

Bloody Mary? Rakshasa's malice?

Nothing compares to the terrifying, mind-piercing demonic voice of our ancestors!

They verbally abused her until she was utterly humiliated!

"..."

After a while, Nan Feng probably got tired of cursing and stopped. He sat down in a chair, head down, seemingly lost in thought.

The elders all breathed a sigh of relief.

It's finally stopped!

This feeling of being pointed at and insulted, and being speechless and unable to refute it...

Damn! It's actually pretty awesome!

It's like dragging out a rat or cockroach that's been crawling in the shadows and putting it out in the sun to dry! All self-esteem is shattered! The pride of the strong is thrown into the trash like a dirty diaper! From anger to surprise to bewilderment!

Screw Title Douluo! Screw Qian Daoliu!

This world is a fucking idiot world!!

"I'm sorry, I was a bit out of line just now." Nan Feng stood up and bowed to everyone.

"I shouldn't have sworn so foully, and I shouldn't have used so much profanity."

Even if that's the truth.

"..."

Everyone's eyes twitched violently.

You might as well not apologize at all!

"But we don't need to live in this chicken coop," Nan Feng said.

Even if everyone is an idiot, we can still make a difference!

"I used to be a fucking idiot too, but during my six years in Killing City, I saw my own idiocy, and I saw the idiocy of this world!"

"It's time to stand up!"

Nan Feng suddenly stood up, startling everyone.

"The chicken coop can't continue operating!"

"This world shouldn't be a fucking chicken coop!"

"What's even more unacceptable is allowing them to continue forcing innocent women into prostitution!"

"Look at those children, look at those ignorant children, who could be standing in the sunshine instead of lying in a stinking chicken coop!"

"Do you really want your children and grandchildren to be born into this chaotic, messy chicken coop?!"

"Do you want to?!"

"..."

"Answer me! You bunch of idiots! Stop fucking bowing your heads!"

"In no mood!"

"Damn it, I haven't eaten!!"

"In no mood!!!"

"??!"

Bibi Dong's eyes twitched violently as she watched the group of Title Douluos respond to Nan Feng.

Good, good, good, a few more have been driven crazy by the criticism!

(End of this chapter)