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

Dugu Yan frowned, but did not wake up.

"call……"

Nan Feng clapped his hands, plopped down on the soft couch next to him, and looked at Tang Yuehua, who was panting as she chased in:

"This place is nice; it's well-insulated and has a good environment."

"What...what are you doing?!"

Tang Yuehua looked at the girl lying on the ground, her life hanging in the balance, then at Nan Feng, who looked completely at ease, and felt her mind buzzing.

"Your Holiness, why did you bring someone here...bound?"

"I have some personal business to attend to, so I need to borrow your space for a bit."

Nan Feng crossed his legs. "What? Madam Yue finds this room inconvenient? Are you afraid of dirtying your boudoir, or are you afraid I'll have to pay more?"

"If you find it inconvenient, then I would like to trouble you to find me a quieter private room."

"..."

Tang Yuehua took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to drive this troublemaker out.

"Come with me."

Tang Yuehua gritted her teeth, turned around and led Nan Feng to a luxurious private room next door that was rarely open to the public.

Once inside the room, Tang Yuehua closed the door, pointed at the girl on the floor, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Who...who is this?"

"Dugu Bo's granddaughter, Dugu Yan."

Nan Feng casually replied, "You've probably heard of him, right? That old poisoner's only weakness."

"Dugu Bo?!"

Tang Yuehua's pupils suddenly contracted.

The one you absolutely shouldn't mess with in Contra!

"You...you kidnapped his granddaughter?!"

"Don't put it so harshly. What do you mean by kidnapping? This is called treating someone to a meal."

Nan Feng picked up a delicate pastry from the table, stuffed it into his mouth, and mumbled indistinctly:

"That old poisoner has been stuck at level 89 for many years, and I estimate that he will break through in the next year or two. Although the Elder Hall has many people now, it still lacks truly high-end combat power. As the Pope, I naturally have to plan ahead and reserve an elder position for him in advance for the development of the Spirit Hall."

"As long as I have his granddaughter in my hands, why should I be afraid that he won't obediently submit?"

Looking at Nan Feng's matter-of-fact, even somewhat smug, Tang Yuehua felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet.

Is this the method of the Pope of the Spirit Hall?

To win over a powerful person, they actually attacked a nine-year-old child?

"Don't you think..."

Looking at that delicate, exquisitely beautiful face, yet radiating a chilling aura, Tang Yuehua couldn't help but speak:

"Is this behavior despicable?"

"mean?"

Nanfeng stopped chewing the pastry.

He swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his head, and looked at Tang Yuehua quietly with a hint of amusement and absurdity in his purple eyes:

"Madam Yue, is this the first time you've met me?"

"Or have you been living too comfortably for the past three years, forgetting how I forced your elder brother to retreat from the mountains and how I trampled your Haotian Sect underfoot?"

Chapter 122 Lies Don't Hurt

……

Nan Feng jumped off the chair and took small steps to Tang Yuehua. "I don't know how many more despicable, cruel, and devastating things I've done."

"Back then, in order to seize power, I even dragged out Qian Xunji's corpse and whipped it; in order to suppress various forces, I even played the propaganda war in a very creative way."

"Right now, it's just a matter of tying up a little girl to blackmail an old poisoner."

"You dare call me despicable?"

Nan Feng reached out her delicate white hand and gently tugged at Tang Yuehua's expensive skirt, a naive yet chilling smile spreading across her face:

"Madam Yue, put away your ridiculous moral fastidiousness."

"In this cannibalistic world, any means that achieve the goal is a good means."

"Besides..."

Nan Feng pointed to Dugu Yan on the ground:

"If that old poisoner knows what's good for him, this girl will not only be safe, but she will also rise to prominence along with her grandfather and become an honored guest of the Spirit Hall."

"How can this be called despicable?"

"This is called... finding her a good future."

Seeing Nan Feng's self-righteous demeanor, Tang Yuehua was so angry she almost laughed.

"A bright future..."

Her chest heaved violently, her eyes were slightly red, and her voice trembled with a hint of sarcasm:

"Is this what you call your methods? Three years ago, when you drove the Haotian Sect to the brink of despair, you used the same excuse! Saying it was for our own good, saying it was in line with the general trend!"

"Is this the logic of a shameless scoundrel like you?!"

"Shameless?"

Nan Feng jumped off the soft couch, put his hands behind his back, and paced on the huge Persian carpet. "Then I'd like to ask you a question in return, Lady Yue."

"How has the Haotian Sect fared in the past three years?"

"And how are the four single-attribute clans that submitted to the Spirit Hall faring?"

"Compared to hiding in the deep mountains and forests like a coward, not even having enough to eat, and living in constant fear... isn't life better now?"

"The world of Soul Masters is now orderly, and the Spirit Hall rewards and punishes people fairly. Isn't it better than the chaotic world of the past?"

Nan Feng stopped and turned around. "You feel humiliated, you feel it's unacceptable, simply because the Haotian Sect used to have the empty title of the number one sect in the world."

"And this empty reputation, because you chose to bow down to the Spirit Hall in order to save your lives, has now led to many people in the Spirit Master world talking behind your backs, saying that you are spineless and have become the Spirit Hall's lackeys."

"You... are unworthy of being called the number one sect in the world."

"Right?"

Tang Yuehua's face turned pale, and she gripped her sleeve tightly with her fingers.

These words are the curse that has haunted every disciple of the Haotian Sect like a nightmare for the past three years.

"I don't deny that the Haotian Sect did lose face."

Nan Feng shrugged, his face expressionless.

"But at least you're still alive, aren't you?"

"Back then, it was you who chose to submit to the Spirit Hall in order to save your lives and preserve the sect's legacy. This was not just Tang Xiao and those elders' decision, but also the choice of thousands of people in the Clear Sky Sect!"

Did I give everyone a chance at that public trial of Qian Xunji back then?

Nan Feng's voice suddenly rose several decibels, carrying an aggressive tone:

“I made it very clear at the time—if you’re not satisfied, stand up! Let’s settle our scores!”

"How many Soul Masters who had been persecuted by Qian Xunji stood up that day? In front of all the Soul Masters in the world, they settled their scores in public, and even if they died, they died gloriously!"

"But what about your Haotian Sect?!"

"Back then, who stood up? Who dared to utter a single word?"

"Where is Tang Xiao? Where are the elders? Where are those arrogant Haotian Sect disciples?"

"When I presented you with the opportunity to demonstrate the backbone of the so-called 'Number One Sect Under Heaven,' you all shrank back and remained silent!"

"What? You acted like a coward to save your life back then, but now that you've had a peaceful life for a while, you want to save face again?"

"Do you want to be a coward to save your life, but also want people to praise you for being powerful and domineering?"

"Isn't that cheap?"

This series of questions was like a series of resounding slaps to Tang Yuehua's face, leaving her feeling utterly ashamed and speechless.

"We'll see."

Nan Feng sneered and continued to deliver the finishing blow:

"If you're insulted or humiliated, won't you fight back?"

"The rules of the Soul Master world are clear: whoever has the bigger fist is right. If you feel uncomfortable being called a 'lackey,' you can openly challenge those gossiping people, or even have a life-or-death battle in the Great Soul Arena!"

"go!"

Why don't you go?

"Are you afraid of death? Or do you know in your hearts that even if you kill those people and shut them up, you will feel ashamed and that your knees are too weak to straighten up?"

Nan Feng walked up to Tang Yuehua, stood on tiptoe, and his young face was full of malicious mockery:

"If you feel ashamed, go ahead and commit suicide."

"If you can't live, just die. Is slitting your throat so hard?"

"Who stopped you?"

"You've lost your backbone just to survive and for a little bit of profit, and now you won't even let others say a word about it?"

"You still expect people to fawn over you, worship you, and keep calling you 'Number One in the World'?"

"What kind of face do you have?"

"How could you possibly accept that?"