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

Offending Poseidon Island is tantamount to blaspheming the sea god.

To blaspheme the sea god is to make an enemy of all the sea spirit masters in the world!

With his hands in his trench coat pockets, Nan Feng officially set foot on the land of Purple Pearl Island.

Although the streets of the port town were dilapidated and chaotic, they were lined with shops, and rough laughter and cursing could be heard from the taverns from time to time.

Nan Feng strolled around the street with great interest.

However, as he went deeper, he quickly and keenly sensed the unusual atmosphere around him.

On both sides of the street, whether they were burly pirates or local islanders selling seafood, their eyes all underwent a subtle change the moment they saw him.

That look contained no intimacy or goodwill, but rather a naked scrutiny and rejection, as if looking at an alien.

Nan Feng was not surprised by this thorn in his side.

Because on the ship they arrived on, he had already learned a very special secret about the Sea Soul Masters from the terrified captain.

In this world, any Sea Soul Master, even with only a dozen or so levels of Soul Power, can instantly discern whether the person standing before them is a fellow "Sea Soul Master" from the sea or a "Land Soul Master" from the inland.

This is not based on any experience, nor is it a guess based on psychological factors, but rather on a real and absolute power—the protection of the sea god!

This is the most substantial legacy that the sea god left to the people of this great sea.

All sea spirit masters, as long as they are on the sea or islands, will be blessed by this invisible force, making their soul power flow more smoothly and enabling them to exert combat power far exceeding their own level at sea.

The criteria for determining this "protection of the sea god" are extremely simple and crude.

It doesn't care what attribute your martial soul has, but only cares about one thing—your birthplace!

If you were born inland, even if your martial soul is a deep-sea giant shark, as long as you weren't born on the sea, when you come to this sea area, you still won't feel any protection from the power of the sea god. In the eyes of sea soul masters, you will still be a "heretic".

Conversely, as long as you are an original inhabitant born on this sea or this island, even if your martial spirit is just a rusty kitchen knife or a useless fire poker, you are still a child under the protection of the sea god and can enjoy the blessing of the sea!

Before the birth of the Sea God, the sea was ravaged by spirit beasts, and the environment was extremely harsh. For human spirit masters, surviving at sea was like living in hell.

It is precisely because the Sea God bestows this special buff upon all children of the sea, regardless of their talent, that the Sea Soul Masters' faith in the Sea God is so fervent and unwavering!

Because every Sea Soul Master can clearly sense the "protective aura" of their fellow beings, Nan Feng, an "inlander" who had no trace of the Sea God's aura, was completely exposed the moment he set foot on Purple Pearl Island, like a super light bulb shining in the dark.

Thus, on this chaotic Purple Pearl Island, another cruel, hidden rule was born.

The ironclad rule of "strictly forbidding any action against the people on the island" only protects the locals and Sea Soul Masters who are under the protection of the Sea God.

As for those outsiders who were not protected by the Sea God, and those land-based Soul Masters who mistakenly entered this sea area?

Rules are null and void; life and death are left to fate. They are the most lucrative prey in the eyes of these pirates.

as predicted.

Nan Feng had only strolled through two streets when he reached a relatively secluded alleyway, when his path was blocked by several extremely burly figures.

Their escape route was also completely blocked by several other pirates wielding sharp blades and sporting lewd smiles.

Nan Feng glanced down at his clothes. Although it was a black trench coat, the undisguised air of luxury and refinement was extremely conspicuous on this rugged island filled with the smell of sweat and tattered clothes.

Add to that her current appearance as a delicate, porcelain-like six-year-old girl, seemingly so fragile she could be blown away by a gust of wind...

A stunningly beautiful young woman, without the protection of the sea god, dressed in extremely luxurious clothes, and utterly powerless to resist.

In the eyes of these desperate criminals, this was no human being at all; it was a walking gold mine, a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered!

"Little sister, where are your parents? This isn't a place for you. Your brothers will take you to a fun place..."

The leader, a one-eyed bald giant, licked his lips, making no attempt to hide the greed in his eyes. He didn't even bother to release his martial spirit; he simply reached out and grabbed at Nan Feng.

"Noisy."

A flash of extreme disgust crossed Nan Feng's purple eyes. He couldn't even be bothered to look at these scum of the underworld, and didn't want to waste a single word on them.

"Shh-!"

Nan Feng casually waved her fair little hand in front of her.

There was no need to chant any soul incantation at all; an extremely violent, purplish-black soul power that emitted a nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell instantly burst forth from his body!

Death Web Binding!

Before anyone could even see what the purplish-black light was, a series of large nets made of highly concentrated poison and soul power descended from the sky like lightning, instantly wrapping the dozen or so burly men blocking the alleyway in front and behind into giant purplish-black cocoons!

"Aaaaaahh ...

A bloodcurdling scream instantly rang out in the alley.

The venom on the Death Spider Web is incredibly potent, and it even carries the corrosive properties of the Death Spider King.

The moment the pirates came into contact with the spider web, their skin and flesh seemed to come into contact with boiling oil, and began to emit black smoke and dissolve rapidly at a visible speed!

The screams stopped abruptly after only a few breaths.

Those dozen or so burly men who were so arrogant just a moment ago are now being corroded by the venom under the shrinking spider web, leaving only a pool of sticky blood and a few broken bones.

A deathly silence.

At the alley entrance, only the skinny pirate who had initially walked at the very back and hadn't yet had a chance to flirt remained.

At this moment, the skinny man was frozen in place in an extremely comical pose, his crotch was already soaked, and a foul smell of urine permeated the air.

He stared in terror at the little girl in front of him, her hands behind her back and her face expressionless. His teeth chattered wildly, his eyes rolled back, and he was almost scared to death.

"You, stand firm."

Nan Feng's clear, childlike voice, yet sounding like the Grim Reaper calling his name, drifted lightly into the skinny man's ears, forcefully pulling him back to his senses.

"No...don't kill me...M-My lord, spare my life! Spare my life!" The skinny man knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing loudly.

"I won't kill you; I'll keep your mouth open to deliver a message."

Nan Feng took small steps and walked up to the skinny man, looking down at him condescendingly.

"Go and gather all the bosses and pirate leaders on this island, whether they're called Purple Pearl or Black Pearl, to the port square."

Nan Feng raised her small hand and pointed to the most luxurious building in the center of the island. "Tell them that I have something to discuss with everyone."

"From today onwards, this Purple Pearl Island welcomes its new master!"

Chapter 139 First Encounter with Purple Pearl

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In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Nan Feng's extremely arrogant "declaration of war" spread like a plague throughout the entire Purple Pearl Island through the skinny pirate who was so frightened that he wet himself.

There are nearly five hundred resident Soul Masters on this island. Although five hundred Soul Masters may not seem like many on this boundless sea, it's important to know that more than half of them are Soul Masters at level forty or above!

If such a highly concentrated force of mid-to-high-level Soul Masters were deployed in naval warfare, and combined with the natural protective buff of the Sea God's power, its destructive power and mobility would be completely comparable to the conventional heavy naval forces of the two great empires, which often number in the tens of thousands!

With such a powerful armed force as their foundation, it's no wonder that the pirates entrenched here are incredibly arrogant, treating murder and robbery as their daily pastime.

However, today, someone actually dared to come to their territory alone and specifically demand to take over the entire Purple Pearl Island.

Before long, the leaders of the various pirate groups on the island, along with their elite Soul Masters, gathered around the tallest and most luxurious building on the island in the center of the port, cursing and swearing.

However, when this group of fierce-looking pirates stormed into the square and saw the man sitting imposingly at the top of the stone steps, claiming to be the island's lord...

For a moment, everyone present experienced a collective mental freeze.

They considered countless possibilities: perhaps some reclusive old monster was coming to cause trouble, or perhaps the Spirit Hall had sent an elite squad to carry out some secret bandit suppression mission.

But they never expected that the "ruthless character" who had spouted such nonsense and even casually incapacitated more than a dozen strong men...

Is she really just a six-year-old little girl wearing a black trench coat, with delicate features and even short legs dangling in mid-air?!

Facing the hundreds of bewildered and suspicious eyes filling the square, Nan Feng had no interest in standing up. He simply rested his chin on his hand, his tone flat:

"Since everyone's here, I won't waste any more words."

"From today onwards, I am the boss of this Purple Pearl Island. All the rules on the island are null and void. From now on, everyone must listen to me."

Nan Feng's gaze slowly swept across the entire room, his purple eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation:

"Anyone who has an opinion or feels dissatisfied can stand up now."

"I'll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to resolve this matter."

As he spoke, Nan Feng casually flipped his hand, and a lit incense stick flew out like an arrow, landing firmly on the hard bluestone slab in the center of the square with a "thud".

Wisps of smoke rose into the air.

This extremely insulting provocation finally brought those outlaws who had been running rampant at sea to their senses.

"Where did this little bastard come from, daring to run wild on Purple Pearl Island!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a man who looked to be in his sixties, shirtless, and covered in horrifying scars, roared and stepped forward from the crowd of pirates.

Six spirit rings (white, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black) rose one after another from beneath his feet, and the powerful pressure of a spirit emperor level instantly enveloped a small area around him.

This is the leader of a fairly powerful medium-sized pirate crew on the island.

However, before the Soul Emperor could utter any harsh words, Nan Feng, sitting high up, simply raised his small hand and made a light swiping motion in the air.

"Hey—!"

A powerful soul force, condensed to its extreme, mixed with the deadly poison of the Death Spider King that had been frantically compressed, instantly condensed into a crescent-shaped purplish-black poison blade in the air!

The speed of the poison blade exceeded the sound barrier, even tearing a dark vacuum trail through the air.

"Pfft!"

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The six-ring Soul Emperor, who had just released his Soul Ring and was at the height of his power, hadn't even had time to wipe the sneer off his face before he was instantly severed from the waist by that purplish-black crescent-shaped poison blade!

His upper body slammed heavily to the ground due to inertia, while his lower body remained standing. The gushing blood mixed with foul-smelling venom instantly corroded the surrounding bluestone slabs, creating numerous pits.

The entire room fell silent!

Everyone was stunned. The square, which had been as noisy as a market, suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Even those ruthless bandits who had been living on the edge of a knife for years felt a chill run down their spines and a coldness rush to their heads.

Instantly killing a Soul Emperor?!

Without even releasing his martial spirit or shouting out his soul skills, he could simply cleave a Soul Emperor in half with a wave of his hand.

What terrifying cultivation level is this?!