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

At this moment, Nan Feng, who was sitting at the table chewing on some snacks, was indeed feeling extremely irritated and angry.

He certainly wouldn't actually harm Tang Yuehua.

Even though Bibi Dong tacitly approved of him countless times over the past three years, he has never taken that step.

It's not that he's some kind of reincarnation of Liu Xiahui, nor is it that he's incapable.

It's because... this body is fake!

No matter how perfectly he crafted this energy clone, no matter how realistic the touch, no matter how warm the body temperature, it could not conceal a cold and cruel reality—he, Nan Feng, was already a dead man!

Everything he has now is merely a wisp of a soul residing within Bibi Dong's soul skill.

This seemingly vibrant body is essentially nothing more than an energy aggregate formed by kneading together a purplish-black poison and soul power!

Whenever he felt that worldly desire, whenever the atmosphere reached its peak and his body's mimicry mechanisms began to respond with what he called "impulse"...

His damned, clear-headed reason would coldly remind him in his mind:

"You're a dead man."

"Your body right now is just a mass of highly concentrated energy."

"It's all fake."

As soon as this thought flashes through my mind, even for a fleeting moment, all my interest and desires will vanish in an instant, turning into ashes.

This feeling is like someone who has been starving for three days and three nights facing a table full of Manchu Han Imperial Feast. Just as they pick up their chopsticks, they suddenly discover that all those delicious dishes, which look and smell amazing, are actually models made of realistic plastic!

That sense of emptiness—visible and tangible yet forever unattainable—is more maddening than killing him.

Therefore, he was extremely averse to reverting to his original adult male form.

He would rather swindle and deceive people with Bibi Dong's face, and maintain his somewhat comical appearance, than become his "real" self.

Because by maintaining this appearance that is not his own, he can at least keep a constant reminder in his heart: he is fake, he is just a clone made of soul power.

This almost cruelly clear-headed understanding, ironically, acts as a stabilizing force, allowing him to maintain absolute rationality and composure.

But once he reverts to being that man, once he tries to use that familiar body to pursue the "real" desires and sensations that once belonged to humanity, the omnipresent sense of incongruity will be like poisonous thorns, piercing deep into his soul, making him feel, with unparalleled depth and blood, just how fake he truly is.

"Crack...knock..."

Accompanied by the oppressive sound of chewing, in a short while, Nan Feng had swept up all the snacks and fruits on the table in a whirlwind.

But he did not feel any satisfaction.

This body is simply a bottomless pit with no end.

The exquisite food that they ate didn't even need to go through the process of intestinal peristalsis. The moment it entered their throats, it would be completely decomposed and digested by the Death Spider King's domineering and corrosive soul power, leaving not even a trace of residue.

There was no feeling of fullness, no warmth of food sliding down the esophagus, and no sense of satisfaction from a full stomach.

He felt this deep-seated falsehood, this emptiness that could never be filled.

This is why he always tries his best to restrain all his behavior.

He eats and drinks on time like a normal human being, even though this body doesn't need to eat at all; he yawns and sleeps like a normal person, even though the energy body doesn't know what fatigue is.

He forced himself to strictly control all his "physiological needs" within the "limit" that a normal human being should have.

He was like a dedicated actor, carefully maintaining this fragile facade of "living," so that at least when he was deceiving himself, he could still believe that he was a living, breathing person.

But if he goes too far, if he tries to cross the line and touch the truth that doesn't belong to him, like he did just now, that cold, bone-chilling falsehood will overwhelm him again like a tsunami.

Nan Feng tossed aside the last bit of heartbreak in his hand and clapped his hands in frustration.

His purple eyes were filled with an intense, unyielding gloom and weariness.

boring.

Utterly boring!

Chapter 129 A Family Blessed by Imperial Favor, A Lineage of Loyal Martyrs

……

The following afternoon.

The Yuexuan, which should have been bustling with activity and filled with a constant stream of noble students, has quietly become deserted on the surrounding streets.

Although he traveled incognito and enjoyed music and tea, how could the security of Emperor Xueye, the supreme ruler of the Heavenly Dou Empire, be as careless as that of an ordinary old man taking a stroll?

As early as dawn, hundreds of elite soul masters secretly raised by the Heavenly Dou royal family had already disguised themselves and gradually infiltrated the shops, teahouses, and even some inconspicuous residences around Yuexuan.

The area appears calm, but it has actually been built into an impenetrable fortress, where even a fly would have to go through layers of checks to get in.

It was late afternoon, around 3 PM.

A black carriage with an unassuming exterior and no royal insignia, but an extremely spacious and comfortable interior, slowly came to a stop at the back door of Moon Pavilion.

The car door opened.

The first person to come down was a tall, white-haired old man.

Although the old man was very old, his back was ramrod straight, like a javelin.

He was dressed in a faded gray outfit, his hawk-like eyes gleaming with sharp light, and his whole body exuded an aura of iron-blooded ruthlessness forged in countless battles and seas of blood.

Immediately afterwards, a well-maintained hand rested on the old man's arm, and an old man dressed in ordinary merchant's clothes, with a somewhat thin and haggard face, but with an air of authority and dignified presence, stepped off the carriage.

It was none other than Xue Ye, the emperor of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

Inside the secluded private room on the top floor of Yuexuan.

Nan Feng sat listlessly on the windowsill, swinging his short legs, and peered through the gap in the curtains at everything that was happening at the back door.

"The scale of the event was quite impressive."

Nan Feng's gaze passed over the snowy night and landed on the old man in gray.

"Gefeng."

Nan Feng had seen this old man countless times in the Spirit Hall's top-secret files.

The current top military figure in the Heaven Dou Empire, an 85th-level Assault-type Soul Douluo. His Martial Soul is an extremely rare and bloodthirsty beast—Yazi!

Moreover, Ge Feng's son, Ge Long, who is only in his early thirties this year, is already a Soul Emperor with a cultivation level of over sixty and is currently serving as the commander of the Imperial Guard responsible for protecting the imperial city.

If nothing unexpected happens, once Ge Feng retires, Ge Long will naturally take over his father's position and continue to command the million-strong army of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

This family can be described as a true "military family" in the Heaven Dou Empire.

Ever since their ancestors swore allegiance to the Tiandou royal family hundreds of years ago, the Ge clan has firmly controlled the core affairs of the military.

Although nominally subjects, they controlled the empire's machinery of violence and were absolutely loyal to the royal family. Successive emperors of the Tiandou Empire treated them with great courtesy and favor.

"They have been blessed by the emperor for generations, and their entire family is loyal and valiant..."

Yuexuan quickly began to receive guests according to the highest level of etiquette.

Without any unnecessary pleasantries or announcements, Emperor Xueye and the white-haired old general Ge Feng were personally led by Tang Yuehua to the most luxurious and secluded private room on the top floor.

Nan Feng had already concealed his figure and aura, silently waiting in the shadows of the room, quietly observing the supreme ruler of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

In fact, many people were deceived by the appearance of the Snow Night Emperor, who was old and haggard and seemed to be powerless.

The Spirit Hall's archives clearly record His Majesty the Emperor's true cultivation level: a Soul Douluo of level 80 or above!

Although the "Swan" martial soul inherited by the Heaven Dou royal family is not outstanding in terms of offensive power, and can even be described as weak, as a top-tier noble martial soul that has been passed down for countless generations, its quality is definitely not low.

Once a member of the royal family awakens his martial spirit, his innate soul power is generally above level five.

In addition, the Heavenly Dou royal family possesses the vast resources of the entire empire, and consumes all kinds of rare and precious materials and elixirs like candy.

Throughout history, even the most incompetent emperors of the Heavenly Dou Dynasty could be artificially boosted to the Soul Saint level by the imperial resources. Those with even a little talent and comprehension could easily reach the Soul Douluo realm.

However, these Soul Masters, who are "fed" purely by rare and precious materials and a simulated training environment, have almost zero actual combat ability.

Emperors, being purely political beings, spend their entire lives in a high position, always protected by heavy troops and top-tier experts. They almost never have the opportunity to engage in actual combat that requires them to personally engage in hand-to-hand fighting.

To put it bluntly, Emperor Xueye's Soul Douluo cultivation level is purely a showy facade that is ultimately useless.

If he were to actually step into the arena and face a Soul Douluo of the same level who was skilled in actual combat, Xue Ye would be absolutely no match for him and would be easily crushed.

Of course, all show and no substance is just for show; he's still a genuine Contra player, with his basic physical attributes and soul power stats standing out.

Moreover, the "Swan" martial soul of the Heaven Dou royal family possesses an extremely pure light attribute.

The most prominent features of a martial soul with the attribute of light are its amazing defensive power, excellent support effects, and powerful recovery ability that is difficult for ordinary people to match.

This is why the emperors of the Tiandou Dynasty, despite working tirelessly day and night on state affairs and even indulging in excessive sexual activity, were still able to live relatively long lives.

Therefore, no matter how weak Xueye's combat ability is, if an assassin were to impulsively try to assassinate him, it would definitely not be so easy for him to succeed.

……

Inside the private room, the precious sandalwood incense rose gently from the bronze cauldron.

Tang Yuehua sat gracefully behind the beaded curtain, her hands caressing the peerless zither. Soon, a clear and melodious zither tune, like flowing water from a high mountain, filled the room.

Emperor Xueye sat upright in the main seat, his eyes half-closed, his fingers lightly tapping a rhythm on his thigh. The veteran general Ge Feng stood solemnly behind Xueye like an iron tower, his hawk-like eyes vigilantly scanning every corner of the room.

The two seemed to be quietly listening to the music, cultivating their minds.

But in reality, whether it was a snowy night or a deserted place, this incognito trip could not possibly have been just to listen to music at Yuexuan and relax.

Tang Yuehua's sudden initiative to send someone to contact the palace was itself an extremely strong political signal.

According to past practice, if Lady Yue takes the initiative to speak, it must be because the Haotian Sect has some important actions or requests behind the scenes.

Xueye was, after all, the emperor who ruled a vast empire, not the kind of foolish and incompetent ruler who would lose his mind at the sight of a beautiful woman and only know how to bump into women.

The current global situation can be described as extremely tense and volatile.

The Spirit Hall's power was at its zenith, suffocating the two great empires and completely shattering the delicate balance that had been maintained in the spirit master world for hundreds of years.

At this critical moment of survival, has the Clear Sky Sect, once the leader of the three upper sects, truly submitted to the Spirit Hall as they claimed? Or is this merely a delaying tactic employed by Tang Xiao to preserve the sect?

This is crucial for the future strategic planning of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

The reason he personally made this trip today, setting aside his heavy political duties, is not because of any peerless masterpiece, but because of the true attitude of the entire Haotian Sect behind Tang Yuehua!

As the music ended, its lingering notes echoed in the air, lingering for a long time.

Tang Yuehua gently placed her hands on the strings of the zither, calmed her breathing, and then gracefully walked out from behind the beaded curtain to the round table in the private room, where she sat down dignifiedly opposite Emperor Xueye.