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

He toyed with the purple-gold crown in his hand, a symbol of supreme power, his gaze sweeping over Qian Daoliu's calm, old face, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"The High Priest is wise and fair in his dealings. It was I who was too shallow and impulsive just now."

Qian Daoliu's eyelids twitched, and the ominous premonition in his heart grew stronger.

really.

Nan Feng changed the subject, a look of extremely "sincere" helplessness appearing on his face:

“A king’s word is law. I have already spoken in front of the whole world and cast aside this crown to signify my resignation from the papacy.”

"Spilled water cannot be gathered up again."

"If I were to casually take it back now and put it back on, it would make me seem like I'm putting on a show and treating the papacy as a joke."

Having said that, under the watchful eyes of thousands, Nan Feng respectfully presented the crown to Qian Daoliu with both hands:

"I am aware of my shallow virtue, and I have just impulsively offended my elders. I have no face to continue to hold this position of Pope."

"Now that the Grand Elder has emerged from seclusion, we hope that he can select other capable individuals to revitalize the Spirit Hall."

"..."

Qian Daoliu looked at the crown handed to him right under his nose, and his beard trembled with anger.

This woman... she's really unwilling to suffer even the slightest loss!

He had just managed to suppress Jin E and his gang with great difficulty, giving her a huge amount of face, and now she had turned around and given him this difficult problem!

I have already made huge concessions to quell the situation, and now she wants to return the crown?

This is forcing him to make a decision! It's forcing him to personally beg her to stay!

This is to trample on the face of his high priest, making her own "Pope" position even more legitimate and unshakeable!

"Excellent... excellent methods!"

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to slap the woman to death.

But he knew that he was now in a difficult situation.

If we really go along with her now, take back the crown, and choose another pope?

Who is it?

In the current Spirit Hall, apart from Bibi Dong, no one can hold this position!

Moreover, if Bibi Dong really leaves, the faith within the Spirit Hall will collapse, and the external pressure will erupt, which would be a true catastrophe.

"call……"

Qian Daoliu did not reach out to take the crown, but instead stood with his hands behind his back, his voice low and full of "the tolerance of an elder":

"Why does the Pope say that?"

"The root of today's events lies in the mistakes of the former Pope and the incompetence of Jin E and others. Compared to the Pope standing up for justice, this impulsiveness is nothing."

"Now that Qian Xunji is dead and Jin E and the others have been punished, the Spirit Hall is in a period of great need for reconstruction. If the Pope were to refuse now for the sake of so-called face and abandon these tens of thousands of spirit masters, that would be truly irresponsible!"

Qian Daoliu stared into Nan Feng's eyes and said, word by word:

"Since the Pope believes there are problems with the Spirit Hall and flaws in the system, and now that you have enough power and have cleared all obstacles, why not change it yourself?"

"If we were to abandon the papacy now and choose to run away, wouldn't we be just like Jin E and the others back then, cowards who only stand by and do nothing?"

These words were spoken flawlessly, and even carried a hint of "provocation."

Upon hearing this, Nan Feng lowered his head and remained silent, seemingly engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

Just then, those pre-arranged "golden shills" once again played a crucial role.

"The High Priest is right! His Holiness the Pope cannot leave!"

"We believe in His Holiness the Pope!"

"Your Majesty, please stay! Lead us to change the Spirit Hall!"

"Your Majesty, please stay!!"

In an instant, the echoes resounded like a mountain roar and a tsunami, once again reverberating throughout the entire Martial Soul City.

"..."

Nan Feng watched this scene with a smug smile in his eyes, but his face showed a helpless expression that said, "Since everyone has said so, there's nothing I can do."

"Ugh……"

He sighed deeply, slowly withdrew the crown and scepter he had handed out, and put them back on his head.

“Since the High Priest has said so, and everyone trusts me so much.”

“If I were to truly abandon it, I would indeed be saying one thing and doing another, becoming a self-serving opportunist.”

"but……"

Nan Feng's gaze swept across the entire room, and his voice became serious:

"I did indeed resign from the papacy just now. A gentleman's word is as good as his bond."

“Just now, I was the Pope, and my word was law. Now that I have resigned, I am a commoner.”

"so……"

Nan Feng's lips curled into a playful smile:

"I hope that everyone can elect a new pope today. Whoever you choose, as long as he is recognized by everyone, I will wholeheartedly assist him without any objection."

That sounds nice, but in reality, it's about changing the legitimacy of the "Pope" from being "appointed by a thousand families" to being "recommended by the whole world."

Those shrewd people in the audience, how could they not understand?

"We support Her Majesty Bibidon as the new Pope!!"

"No one but Her Majesty Bibi Dong is qualified to sit in that position!!"

The cheers erupted instantly, even more enthusiastic than before.

Nan Feng didn't speak, but instead turned his gaze to the Demon Bear Douluo and the others sitting in the Elder Hall.

The demon bear and his companions were already terrified, and at this moment, they were quicker than anyone else to change their stance. They immediately stood up in unison and knelt on one knee:

"We support Her Majesty Bibidon! We are willing to follow the Pope to the death!"

Nan Feng nodded slightly, then turned his gaze to the seats of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi had by now grasped seven or eight parts of the situation and had seen through the terrifying methods of the new pope. The tide had turned; those who followed it would prosper, and those who opposed it would perish. He was naturally not foolish enough to go against the tide.

Ning Fengzhi slowly rose and gracefully bowed:

"His Holiness the Pope is a man of great talent and vision, with a benevolent heart and a keen sense of right and wrong. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will naturally give his full support to His Holiness the Pope."

Then, Nan Feng looked at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Yuanzhen's face was extremely ugly, as if he had swallowed a fly. But looking at the frenzied crowd around him, and at the situation where even Qian Daoliu had to bow his head, he couldn't let the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan become the target of everyone's anger.

"Humph……"

Yu Yuanzhen snorted coldly, reluctantly stood up, and together with Yu Luomian beside him, cupped their hands in greeting:

"Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan supports the Pope and reclaims the throne."

At last.

Nan Feng's gaze fell on the Haotian Sect members who had remained silent.

All eyes in the room turned to that direction.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, Tang Xiao slowly stood up, and the four elders behind him also stood up.

Tang Xiao looked at the woman on the high platform who had revealed the truth and cleared the name of the Haotian Sect, and felt a mix of emotions. Although he knew it was also a scheme, he had indeed given her "justice."

Tang Xiao took a deep breath, cupped his hands in a salute, and spoke in a deep but firm voice:

"Thank you, Pope... for restoring justice to the Haotian Sect."

"The Haotian Sect will naturally support it!"

Immediately afterwards, the envoys of the Star Luo and Heaven Dou Empires, as well as the sect leaders of the four lower sects and other minor sects, also stood up to express their support.

In an instant, the hearts of the people turned to him.

Nan Feng finally stopped refusing.

He put the nine-curved purple-gold crown back on his head and gripped the scepter in his hand once more.

At that moment, the wind and clouds surged, and long hair flew in the wind.

"Since everyone has said so, it would seem hypocritical of me to refuse again."

"In that case, I will reclaim the papacy!"

"but……"

Nan Feng abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sharpening as he pointed directly at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School:

"From now on, everyone can supervise me. If I do anything wrong, or if the Spirit Hall does anything wrong, please speak frankly!"

"We can no longer stand idly by as we have in the past!"

"Just like yesterday's battle."

Nan Feng's voice carried a hint of reproach and admonition:

"When Qian Xunji was acting recklessly, if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School could stand up and say something fair, even if it was just to express their opinion."

"Perhaps this war would never have started, and those innocent people wouldn't have had to die."

"pity……"

Nan Feng shook his head, his tone full of regret:

"You chose to remain silent."

"Hoping for the future..."

"Don't do this again."

Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen's expressions both changed upon hearing this.