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

Nan Feng spat out a disdainful remark:

"Respect is something you earn yourself, not something given to you by others, and certainly not something you can live off of your ancestors for a lifetime."

"They don't even understand this simple principle, yet they always act like the 'number one sect in the world'."

"Without Tang Chen back then, what are you bunch of unworthy descendants worth?"

"Reclaim the title of number one in the world..."

Nan Feng shook his head. "That brute Tang Hao, at least dared to pick up a hammer and fight Qian Xunji."

"At least he dared to risk his life for his wife and children, even if he ended up disgraced and lived like a stray dog, at least he had a backbone."

"And what about you? What about the Haotian Sect?"

"Besides feeling sentimental and resentful here, what else do you... have?"

Looking at Tang Yuehua, who was pale and swaying, Nan Feng's contempt did not diminish in the slightest. On the contrary, he found her so-called "aristocratic dignity" that she was trying to maintain even more ridiculous.

He couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on this woman.

Although Tang Yuehua appears to be the "Lady Yue" of Tiandou City, skilled in social interaction and teaching etiquette to the nobility, seemingly gentle and elegant, beneath this facade lies the arrogance ingrained in the bones of a direct descendant of the Haotian Sect.

Unfortunately, she lacked the strength to back up that arrogance.

"Tang Chen has the right to talk about pride, because he is a peerless Douluo, and he can smash the rules of this world with a single hammer blow."

Nan Feng climbed back onto the chair, swinging his short little legs.

"Tang Hao, that brute, could be considered one, after all, he dared to risk his life against Qian Xunji."

"But what about the rest of your Haotian Sect?"

"Where do you get the nerve?"

Nan Feng pointed to his head and sneered:

"Because you have a tough ancestor to rely on, and because you once had a Tang Hao who dared to fight to the death, you have developed the illusion that you are also tough?"

"What's the reality?"

“Peel back that ‘number one in the world’ facade, and you’ll find a bunch of cowardly cowards who only know how to bully their own kind.”

Looking at Tang Yuehua's trembling eyelashes, Nan Feng leaned forward, a cruel smile that seemed to understand human nature appearing on his young face:

"Lady Yue, do you know why you feel angry and ashamed when outsiders talk about the Haotian Sect?"

Why do you react like a cat whose tail has been stepped on when you hear the word "lackey"?

"Lies don't hurt people, but the truth is the sharpest knife."

Nan Feng held up one finger and gently shook it:

"If someone were to point at Qian Daoliu right now and call him a piece of trash, saying he has no skills and that any Title Douluo could easily crush him in the ground."

Do you think Qian Daoliu will be angry?

"He won't."

"He wouldn't even bother with that person, and would even think that person is a clown or a madman."

"Because it's fake, it's nonsense."

"But if someone points their finger at him and curses him, saying he's a traitor, that his upbringing is corrupt, that he raised a beastly son, and that he's a hypocrite who would sell out even his own family for the sake of his faith in the angels."

"That old man will definitely be furious and might even kill someone on the spot, disregarding his status."

"why?"

"Because it's true."

Nan Feng leaned back in his chair, looked at Tang Yuehua's pale face, and shrugged:

"Same thing."

"The reason why the people of Haotian Sect are so angry, so sensitive, and so humiliated."

"Isn't it because what they said... is all true?"

“You all know better than anyone else that you did kneel down to save your lives, you did become subordinates of the Spirit Hall, and you did disgrace your ancestors.”

"It's because the most hidden, most unacknowledged abscess in my heart has been exposed that it hurts and makes me jump up and down."

"Admit it, Lady Yue."

Nan Feng picked up a pastry from the table and took a listless bite:

"You are not angry at the insults of others, but at your own cowardice and incompetence."

Chapter 123 Can you afford this price?

……

The night was as dark as ink, and the moon hung high in the sky.

At midnight, the once bustling and noisy Tiandou City had fallen asleep, but Yuexuan, the city that never sleeps, remained brightly lit.

Suddenly, a nauseating, foul wind arose out of nowhere, carrying with it a terrifying pressure that could suffocate ordinary people, instantly enveloping the entire gate of Yuexuan.

An old man dressed in a dark green robe, with his hair disheveled like a tangled mess and his eyes gleaming with an eerie green light, appeared like a ghost at the bottom of the steps.

Dugu Bo.

At this moment, his face was contorted with rage, and his soul power surged, clearly ready to unleash a massacre. Anyone who dared to kidnap his granddaughter, even the Heavenly King himself, he would fight to the death!

However, when he saw the open door of Yuexuan and the elegant woman standing at the door to personally greet him, the anger in Dugu Bo's eyes subsided slightly.

Tang Yuehua.

She is a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect and the younger sister of Tang Xiao and Tang Hao. Although this woman is not a Soul Master, the power behind her is such that even Dugu Bo, a future Title Douluo, would not dare to provoke her easily.

"Senior Dugu."

Tang Yuehua bowed slightly, her face still somewhat pale, but her manners were impeccable and her tone calm:

"His Holiness the Pope has been waiting upstairs for some time. Please follow me."

"pope?!"

Dugu Bo's pupils suddenly contracted, and his previously accumulated momentum instantly froze.

He considered that the kidnappers might be enemies of the Heaven Dou royal family, an elder of the Spirit Hall, or even members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

But he never imagined that the one who kidnapped his granddaughter was actually Bibi Dong, the high and mighty Pope of the Spirit Hall!

Why is this woman not staying in Wuhun City? Why is she running all the way to Tiandou City to kidnap a little girl?!

Filled with doubt and deep apprehension, Dugu Bo nodded and followed Tang Yuehua silently up the stairs leading to the top floor.

……

"Squeak-"

The door to the private room was gently pushed open.

The moment Dugu Bo stepped across the threshold, his mind went completely blank.

Seated at the head of the table in the room was a woman of unparalleled beauty, dressed in magnificent black robes. She exuded a suffocating aura of authority, and her purple eyes were smilingly fixed on him.

His most beloved granddaughter, Dugu Yan, was lying safely in that woman's arms, sleeping soundly.

“Bibi Dong…”

Dugu Bo inwardly gasped.

Although he hadn't been very close to the "trial" that shook the entire continent three years ago, he had still witnessed the imposing presence of this iron-willed female pope from afar. Her ability to manipulate events with such ruthlessness still haunted him.

Although his mind was in complete turmoil, utterly unable to comprehend why a dignified pope would engage in such human trafficking, Dugu Bo forcibly suppressed the turmoil within him, lowered his head, and respectfully bowed.

"Dugu Bo greets His Holiness the Pope."

Whether it's her status or her unfathomable cultivation, Bibi Dong is enough to make this old poison master, who is still hovering around level 89, bow his head.

"sit."

Nan Feng pointed to the chair opposite him, speaking casually.

"Don't be nervous, Dugu Bo. I invited you over late at night just to have a few words with you."

"As for bringing your granddaughter over..."

Nan Feng looked down at Dugu Yan in his arms, then reached out and pinched her little cheek:

"It's just to make things simpler and give you more motivation to keep the appointment. After all, I don't want to go to a godforsaken place like Sunset Forest to search for a needle in a haystack. If you misunderstand and think I'm going to raid your base, it would be too much of a hassle to start a fight."

"..."

Dugu Bo's lips twitched slightly. He forced himself to sit down and cupped his hands in greeting:

"What is the purpose of His Holiness the Pope's summons in the middle of the night?"

"Not urgent."

Nan Feng didn't answer directly, but turned to look at Tang Yuehua, who was still standing at the door, looking hesitant:

"Madam Yue, please come in and sit down. Close the door behind you."

Tang Yuehua stiffened, instinctively wanting to refuse:

“Your Holiness, since this is a private matter of the Spirit Hall, it is probably inappropriate for Yuehua, as an outsider, to be present…”

She genuinely didn't want to get involved in this battle of the gods! The more you know, the faster you die—she understood this better than anyone!

"outsider?"

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a half-smile:

"Tang Xiao is now an elder of my Spirit Hall, and the Clear Sky Sect is a close ally of the Spirit Hall. As Tang Xiao's sister, how can you be considered an outsider?"

"Or perhaps..."

The smile in Nan Feng's eyes turned colder:

"Are you hiding something? Are you afraid of hearing something you shouldn't?"

"I trust you so much that I even discuss such confidential matters with you. What do you have to worry about?"