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

Chapter 52 The Time Is Not Yet Ripe

……

Do you think the elders listened?

After a heated argument, Bibi Dong and Nan Feng returned to the Papal Palace.

All six elders were swayed, at least just now.

But Bibi Dong knew very well that this wouldn't change them.

Because they are the biggest beneficiaries of this world, what Nan Feng said was harsh and true, but that's all.

"Of course... no." Nan Feng was still quite self-aware.

"My words were at most a shot of adrenaline; once they're over, they're gone."

Incendiary rhetoric has this characteristic, but expecting it to change the minds of those titled Douluo who have lived for decades is wishful thinking.

He could even tell that many of them were just echoing each other.

Their eyes had no light, no fire.

They dared not ignore him simply because the demon bear's corpse was right next to them.

"Then what's the point of all this?" Bibi Dong asked, puzzled.

"Don't forget, the Qian family is the biggest slave owner in Douluo Continent."

The Qian family is to the Spirit Hall what the royal families of the two great empires are to the Spirit Hall. They are the masters, and everyone else, whether they are worshippers, elders, or subordinates, are just lackeys.

Whether it was Qian Daoliu or Qian Xunji, they never regarded the Soul Masters under the Spirit Hall as human beings, and were no different from the emperors of the two great empires.

"What, do you think they'll tell Qian Daoliu what happened today?" Nan Feng asked with a smile.

Do you think they dare?

Bibi Dong looked puzzled. "They probably wouldn't dare, but they definitely see you as the greatest danger."

"And then?" Nan Feng shrugged.

"What can they do?"

"Kill me?"

Bibi Dong was somewhat exhausted. "You really don't know what forbearance is, do you?"

Nan Feng wanted to focus on his career, and she didn't care about this matter. Although Nan Feng's crazy talk had made her a little confused, it also put her into a stable extreme state.

This stupid world is beyond saving!

Because the vast majority of people are idiots, only a very small number of people have the ability to think independently, and most people just follow the crowd, like weather vanes, swaying whichever way the wind blows.

Including those elders just now, Nan Feng's inflammatory remarks really got them worked up.

But after today, things will go back to normal.

If even these people are like this, you can imagine what those below them are like.

Physical shackles can be broken by violence, but mental servility can never be eliminated.

If we make them stand up today, they'll kneel down again tomorrow.

Some people can't stand up.

"Endure? Why endure?" Nan Feng asked, puzzled.

"I endured it for six years in the Killing City, and then another year when that idiot Qian Xunji was around. More to endure?"

"True forbearance comes from having no chance of winning and no other options. To forbear when you have the means is to be a coward!"

"But the time is not right yet," Bibi Dong said.

"My control over the Spirit Hall is not yet sufficient, and my power is not yet enough. If these words of yours were to fall into the ears of that old bastard Qian Daoliu, what do you think would happen?"

Qian Daoliu, from the Angel Family, controls the divine inheritance and is the highest class in this world. Nan Feng's madness, which overturns everything, is far more dangerous to Qian Daoliu than Tang Chen!

Tang Chen is only a threat in terms of strength. When he goes mad, it's just his own madness. The destructive power is direct and terrifying, but limited.

But Nan Feng wanted everyone to go crazy with him!

This guy is far more dangerous than Tang Chen!

"I don't think anything will happen," Nan Feng said.

"Why?" Bibi Dong asked.

"Do you think that old man would dare to bet with me?" Nan Feng said.

"Looking at my performance today, do you think he has the ability to kill me?"

"He wouldn't even dare gamble with Tang Chen, let alone me?"

Bibi Dong shook her head. "But you're speaking too soon."

The two great empires and the Soul Master class spent a thousand years telling the common people that they were born to kneel, and that they should worship the royal family, the nobles, and the Soul Masters.

This idea has taken root in everyone's mind.

Furthermore, the Spirit Hall's policy of subsidizing and attracting commoner spirit masters has led the lower classes to regard spirit masters as gods.

The greatest ideal, and even the life's work, of the common people is to hope that their ancestral graves will emit auspicious smoke, and that a child with soul power will appear, so that he can join the ranks of soul masters and become a superior person.

All they think about is how to trample others underfoot!

The Qian family, this high and mighty angelic family, even considers themselves heaven, believing that everyone should kneel at their feet!

And those idiots below also think they were born to kneel at the feet of these people!

If anyone wants to stand up, without the angel family saying a word, those lackeys will stand up to vindicate their master!

They charged at us like mad dogs, tearing us apart!

These rabid dogs are everywhere and exist in huge numbers. They cannot tolerate the slightest disrespectful words directed at their owners, and they will rush over at the slightest hint of trouble.

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

If Nan Feng's words were to get out, they could very well attract that pack of mad dogs!

"Isn't this what you're here for?" Nan Feng leaned closer.

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow. "I might not be able to protect you, and besides..."

"Aren't you afraid I'll throw you out to draw fire?"

"You should do this if necessary," Nanfeng said.

"..."

"Take it easy."

"oh."

boom!

"Oh my god! Behave yourself!"

"Damn! A gentleman uses words, not fists!"

Am I a gentleman?

"..."

……

Three years later.

Ever since Nan Feng went mad in the Elder Hall, the rumors about transformed soul beasts in Wuhun City have vanished without a trace.

The news of Demon Bear Douluo's death came after the Elders' meeting on how to deal with transformed soul beasts; nothing else was announced.

A titled Douluo died silently in the Elder Hall, without any concealment, and the Elder Hall offered no explanation whatsoever.

Anyone with a sound mind should know what this means.

Inside the Temple of the Holy Maiden.

Since that heated argument, Nan Feng has resumed his seclusion and has not caused any more trouble.

Strength is the foundation; without sufficient strength, no one will listen to him.

The Ming Dynasty could do without Hai Rui, but it could not do without Zhang Juzheng.

First, one must have the power to command the wind and rain before one has the right to decide what kind of wind blows and what kind of rain falls.

"..."

On the day Nan Feng emerged from seclusion, Xiao Wu and Hu Liena arrived early outside the courtyard to wait. After hearing a strange noise from inside the room, the two curiously went in, and then, the rabbit and the fox were so frightened that they left afterimages.

"Mother!!"

"teacher!!"

"Monster!!"

(End of this chapter)