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

Nan Feng stood up, walked up to Bibi Dong, and looked directly into her eyes: "You've been under house arrest by Qian Xunji for so many years. Apart from the empty title of Saintess, do you have any foundation in the Spirit Hall?"

"The Elders' Hall listens to Qian Daoliu, the elders with real power are at Jin E's beck and call, and even most of the Platinum Bishops below him were promoted by Qian Xunji."

"You're all alone now!"

"If you want to secure your position as pope, simply issuing orders won't suffice. There are some things that the pope can't do, can't do, or even things that can't be done in the open. Someone has to do them, right?"

"Who can you trust? Those opportunists?"

"just me!"

"Because we share a life!"

"Let this amnesiac clone of mine stand in the open, become the knife in your hand, the black glove in your hands. Who dares to disobey? The Pope may not be able to act, but surely I, this madman, can act too?"

"..."

Bibi Dong was silent for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Are you sure you're not just here to cause trouble openly?"

“Little Dongdong!” Nan Feng’s expression turned serious.

"What are you saying? I'm only trying to help you!"

“…” Bibi Dong.

What was initially just suspicion has now become concrete evidence.

Chapter 15 Your Conscience

……

Faced with Nan Feng's shamelessness, Bibi Dong remained silent.

Regardless of Nan Feng's motives, his words were indeed insightful.

She truly had no trusted confidants in the Spirit Hall. If she really encountered resistance, she couldn't possibly personally get involved in every matter and kill people; that would be too undignified and easily incite public anger.

"But……"

Bibi Dong still felt something was amiss. "The simultaneous appearance of two versions of myself is too absurd. How do we explain this to the Elders' Hall? How do we convince the world?"

"explain?"

Nan Feng looked at Bibi Dong with an innocent expression:

Why explain?

"You're the Pope! Who do you need to explain this to?"

"When people ask, just shrug and say with a helpless expression—"

Nan Feng instantly switched into his dramatic persona, adopting the same aloof and helpless expression as Bibi Dong, and said:

"Alas, I am also in despair. Ever since I suffered a qi deviation last time, this eighth soul skill has mutated. This clone has its own thoughts and runs around everywhere on its own, and I can't control it at all!"

"She is her, and I am me. What does her misdeeds have to do with me? I am a victim too!"

At this point, Nan Feng reverted to his natural voice and chuckled:

"Look, what a perfect reason!"

"Since it's a mutated soul skill, it's beyond human control. Since it's uncontrollable, what does her going crazy and beating people, or even killing people, have to do with you, the merciful Pope?"

"..."

Bibi Dong looked at the guy in front of her, who was wearing her face but was smiling like an old fox, and felt a chill run down her spine.

This tactic of "I can't control myself" is simply taking shamelessness to the extreme.

It not only utilizes the clone to do things, but also completely absolves the original body of any responsibility.

She could even use this "uncontrollable" clone to test and purge those forces that opposed her.

If anyone dares to attack the clone, it would be an attack on the Pope.

If the clone attacks someone, it's because "the soul skill went out of control, it was purely an accident."

“Nanfeng…”

Bibi Dong looked at the man in front of her, who was wearing her face but was full of evil intentions. The smugness that had just risen in her eyes because of her successful revenge was quickly fading away, replaced by a chill that went deep into her bones.

This plan is perfect.

But it was precisely because it was so perfect that she felt fear.

"What? Are you impressed by my wisdom?" Nan Feng raised an eyebrow when he saw Bibi Dong staring at him in a daze. "Do you suddenly feel that having a strategist like me by your side is the greatest luck of your life?"

“Luck?” Bibi Dong sneered. “Perhaps. But I think it’s more like some kind of slow poison.”

She slowly stood up, her gaze fixed intently on Nan Feng's eyes.

"Nan Feng, can you tell me, is this really a spur-of-the-moment decision?"

"What do you mean?" Nan Feng blinked.

"From the very beginning..."

Bibi Dong approached step by step, her tone chilling, "From the moment you offered to sacrifice yourself in the Death Canyon, wasn't all of this part of your plan?"

"Back then, I thought you were just trying to survive. I thought I was the hunter who controlled everything, and you were just my prey, my soul ring."

"The results of it?"

Bibi Dong pointed to her chest, "Not only did you not die, but you also merged with my Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul, taking away half of my body control. This is the first step."

“Back in Wuhun City, you used Qian Xunji’s situation to create panic, even going so far as to provoke me and force me to agree to sign a soul blood pact with you in order to seek revenge, completely integrating your soul essence into my soul. This is the second step.”

"Now, you've come up with this so-called clone plan, allowing yourself to appear openly in the public eye and even possess law enforcement powers."

"Martial spirit, soul, now it's identity..."

"You are gradually eroding my defenses, drawing me into your rhythm step by step."

"I really feel like a butterfly caught in a spider's web right now. No matter how much I struggle, I'm just sinking deeper and deeper into the threads you've woven!"

"The first time was Martial Soul, the second time was Soul, so what's next?"

Bibi Dong suddenly moved closer to Nan Feng's face, her eyes filled with wariness and questioning, "What else do you want? To completely possess me? Or to turn me into your puppet?"

"Although I hate to admit it, I have to say it..."

"Nanfeng, I'm scared of you."

Faced with Bibi Dong's barrage of questions and her undisguised fear and hostility, Nan Feng's playful smile finally faded somewhat.

He sighed, a look of deep sorrow on his face.

"Dong'er, what you're saying is like stabbing me in the heart!"

Nan Feng, controlling the Spider King's clone, said with a wronged expression, "We're now partners who share the same heart and body, and are bound by life and death! How could you think of me in such a dark way?"

"I admit I used some tricks and had some ulterior motives. But what was the purpose of all that?"

"To survive!"

"I want to live, and you want to live too. You want revenge, and I want to become a god. Our goals are aligned, and our interests are intertwined!"

"All those previous schemes, weren't they all for our safety? Were they all just to clean up your messes?"

"Everything I have done is witnessed by heaven and earth, and proven by the sun and moon!"

As he spoke, Nan Feng's expression turned solemn, and his tone became firm and powerful, "My loyalty to you is as clear as day! I can swear on my conscience that I have never thought of harming you!"

As he spoke, to show his sincerity, he stretched out his hand and solemnly placed it on "his" conscience.

only……

Because he is currently in a clone, while Bibi Dong is the original body, although their souls are connected, they are still two individuals standing face to face.

Thus, Nan Feng's hand, which was "touching his conscience," naturally and precisely pressed onto Bibi Dong's breathtakingly soft body.

Moreover, seemingly to confirm whether his "conscience" was beating, he subconsciously pinched it.

"Yes, it's still warm and beating. Look, my conscience is clear." Nan Feng said with a righteous expression.

The air froze in that instant.

Bibi Dong looked down at the claw that was covering her chest and was exerting a slight force.

The veins on his forehead bulged out one after another, as if they were alive.

“Nanfeng…”

"uh-huh?"

"Put your claws down...!"

……

The Temple of the Virgin, the back garden.

"boom!"

As the palace gate slammed shut, Nan Feng, controlling the Spider King clone, stood at the door like a rogue who had been kicked out, rubbing his nose.

"Tsk, so stingy."

Nan Feng curled his lip, showing no remorse for being kicked out. "It was just a matter of touching my conscience, why are you so angry? Don't you have a conscience?"

However, despite being kicked out, Nan Feng was in a pretty good mood.

Bibi Dong neither directly dispelled the soul skill nor forcibly stuffed him back into her spiritual sea, which means that she acquiesced.

She agreed to the plan to "go crazy separately".

Chapter 16 Using a Thousand Blades of Snow to Command a Thousand Paths

……

"No need for cultivation, no need for work, just eating, drinking and sunbathing every day, occasionally shifting the blame to that strong woman Bibi Dong, this is the retirement life I've always dreamed of."

Nan Feng stretched and swaggered into the garden with an air of nonchalance. He found a white jade rocking chair that Bibi Dong usually liked the most, and sprawled out on it without any regard for his image. He casually picked a bright purple grape from the fruit bowl next to him and popped it into his mouth.

"Mmm...sweet!"