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

It's only been a few days since Nan Feng agreed to "coax" her that night.

That originally innocent, stubborn, silly girl who only knew how to crave maternal love was "trained" into this state by that bastard Nan Feng?

They learned to exploit the rules, to use their power to intimidate others, and to set aside emotions and only talk about interests.

The speed of this change is absolutely terrifying.

"If we let her continue to stay in Wuhun City..."

Bibi Dong tapped her scepter lightly with her fingers, silently calculating in her mind:

"She'll definitely keep going to the Imperial Garden every few days, and she'll continue to be bewitched by that bastard."

"She's changed like this in just a few days. If she stayed by Nan Feng's side for a few years and was raised by him personally..."

Bibi Dong simply couldn't imagine that scene.

Moreover, she still doesn't understand what Nan Feng is planning to do with Qian Renxue.

Although that bastard said he wouldn't interfere, his style of doing things is always to think three steps ahead. Who knows if he's instilling some more dangerous ideas in Qian Renxue?

Rather than keeping her under his nose and causing him sleepless nights, and having to constantly guard against the unpredictable factor of Nan Feng, it was better to do something different.

It would be better to...

Send her away.

Send it far away.

Out of sight out of mind.

"Since even the Grand Master is willing to make the painful decision..."

Bibi Dong's voice was cold and clear, carrying a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm:

"Then I naturally have no objection."

"After all, this Heaven Dou Infiltration Plan is for the long-term benefit of the Spirit Hall."

"Since Qian Renxue has the ability and the awareness to endure such hardships for the Spirit Hall, she is willing to go to such a dangerous place for the sake of the Spirit Hall."

"As the Pope, how could I possibly obstruct this?"

Hearing Bibi Dong relent, Mo Xiong and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, a fight didn't break out.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, seemingly not expecting Bibi Dong to agree so readily.

"So good."

Qian Daoliu didn't waste any words and made the decision directly:

"Then let's begin preparations from today. Xue'er will take that piece of angelic soul bone with her. As for the specific details of the infiltration and personnel deployment, we'll have to trouble the Pope to take care of them."

……

The following morning, a rather inconspicuous obituary was posted in a corner of the bulletin board in Wuhun City and quickly spread to all parts of the continent through the Wuhun Hall's intelligence network.

"Qian Renxue, daughter of the former Pope Qian Xunji, was heartbroken by the sudden death of her father and fell ill with grief. She unfortunately passed away last night."

This news did not cause much of a stir in Wuhun City, and even in the entire Soul Master world, it was just a tiny ripple.

After all, for most people, Qian Renxue is just a name that exists only in rumors, a "canary" protected in the deep palace.

Compared to the "death" of a nine-year-old child, people are still more interested in the "square trial" that shocked the world a few days ago.

Pope Bibi Dong publicly broke with Grand Elder Qian Daoliu, even exposing the crimes of the former Pope Qian Xunji and repeatedly whipping his corpse to the pillar of shame.

This scene was so shocking that even now, spies and leaders of various forces are still analyzing its deeper meaning through the night.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School, and even the royal families of the two great empires are all speculating.

Is this a real, bloody power struggle?

Or was it a self-directed and self-acted "ruse" by the Spirit Hall?

After all, if there were real internal strife, if it really came to a point of no return, how could they openly display it in front of the whole world? Wouldn't that be airing their dirty laundry in public?

Some suspect that perhaps the Spirit Hall is feigning weakness, deliberately creating the illusion of internal division to lower everyone's guard.

But many people, especially intelligent people like Ning Fengzhi, sensed a chilling sense of danger in it.

They tend to believe another possibility—

This is Bibi Dong playing a "cutting off the fuel supply" game.

She is forcibly severing the past and future of the Spirit Hall in an almost insane way.

The Spirit Hall used to be domineering, tyrannical, and even had some bandit-like habits because it was in power under Qian Xunji, a "brute" who worshipped violence.

And the Spirit Hall now...

People were horrified to discover that the newly appointed female pope was a hundred times more dangerous than Qian Xunji.

Although Qian Xunji is strong, he is like a gleaming hammer, only capable of smashing down all obstacles with violence. His ambition is written all over his face, and his methods are simple and brutal. Although terrifying, he is easy to guard against.

But it's different from Dong.

She is a master at manipulating people's hearts.

With just one speech and one trial, she packed up all the negative public opinion caused by the Spirit Hall's attack on the Clear Sky Sect and the public resentment accumulated by Qian Xunji's domineering behavior, and dumped it all on the dead Qian Xunji.

"Qian Xunji is a sinner, a tyrant, and a disgrace."

"But the Spirit Hall is innocent, it is the benevolent, it is the victim."

Bibi Dong completely absolved herself and the current Spirit Hall of any responsibility, even portraying herself as a "saint" who upheld righteousness, endured humiliation, and was willing to break with the old forces for the sake of justice.

Under the leadership of such a "wise and powerful" and "selfless" pope, the image of the Spirit Hall underwent a dramatic transformation overnight.

The Soul Masters who were originally hostile to the Spirit Hall began to waver.

This "soft-knife killing without bloodshed," this ability to manipulate public opinion and turn the tide, has sent an unprecedented chill through all major powers.

The Spirit Hall, possessing immense military power and occupying the moral high ground...

is the most terrifying.

Chapter 112 Qian Renxue: If you've got the guts, then kill me!

……

The Papal Palace, and its rear garden.

The afternoon sun lazily spilled onto the grass, gilding the solemn palace with a golden edge.

Nan Feng, controlling the Spider King clone, lay sprawled on a specially made wisteria rocking chair like a boneless salted fish, his face covered by the ancient book he had barely turned a few pages of in the past few days, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.

There was nothing he could do; he was helpless.

With power consolidated, Bibi Dong, the workaholic, fully embraced "superwoman" mode. She was either reviewing documents in the government office or in seclusion, constantly spinning like a top, and had no time to pay attention to him, this "idle man."

In this vast Spirit Hall, besides Bibi Dong, there was no one else he could talk to and relieve his boredom.

How boring.

"Ta Tata..."

A series of light footsteps broke the silence of the garden.

Nan Feng didn't even bother to lift his eyelids; he knew who was coming just by the frequency of the footsteps.

A thousand feet of snow.

This time, however, the girl didn't carry a food box as usual, nor did she have that accusatory air about her. Her steps were light, yet carried the heaviness of someone about to embark on a long journey.

"teacher."

Qian Renxue walked to the rocking chair and called softly.

"Speak," Nan Feng's muffled voice came from under the book.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Qian Renxue stood beside the rocking chair, looking at the teacher who, even at the moment of parting, was still acting improperly, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes:

"I'm leaving for Tiandou City first thing tomorrow morning."

"Go and execute that plan."

"I don't know when I'll be able to return."

"Oh, goodbye and best of luck."

Nan Feng's voice came out in a muffled tone, "I wish you a safe journey and an early ascension to the throne."

"That's it?" Qian Renxue was somewhat unwilling.

"Otherwise what?" Nan Feng put the book away, raised an eyebrow at her, "Do you expect me to throw you a farewell dinner? Or do you expect me to cry and beg you not to leave?"

"Stop joking around, you chose this path yourself."

Looking at Nan Feng's carefree attitude, Qian Renxue bit her lip and suddenly said:

"Teacher, can you... hug me?"

"As a parting gift."

Nan Feng paused for a moment, then covered his face with the book with a look of disgust:

"No hugging."

“I have OCD and I don’t like hugging and cuddling with people. Besides, it’s not like I asked you to go there; you’re the one who insisted on jumping into the fire.”

"You brought this suffering upon yourself, don't come to me seeking comfort."

"..."

Qian Renxue remained silent for a moment.

Afterwards, she did not leave dejectedly as usual, nor did she stomp her feet in anger.

She simply looked at Nan Feng quietly, and then—

Suddenly, she bent down, opened her arms, and hugged Nan Feng, who was lying on the rocking chair.

"Holy crap?!"