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

The meaning is self-evident.

Anyone who dares to object will end up like this half-corpse.

Of course, Nan Feng's words of admonition were not only directed at the Purple Pearl who was already infatuated with beauty, but also at all the pirates present.

After all, Purple Pearl's cultivation level is only around level forty, while there are many Soul Kings and Soul Emperors in this square whose soul power far surpasses hers.

Nan Feng was openly warning those troublemakers: Purple Pearl is the agent I've supported. Anyone who dares to outwardly obey her but inwardly defy her is provoking a peak Douluo who can destroy the entire island at any time!

Sure enough, upon meeting Nan Feng's icy gaze, the high-ranking pirates who had just been resentful all lowered their heads even further, not daring to utter a single word.

After arranging everything, Nan Feng lowered his head and met Zi Zhenzhu's eyes, which were staring intently at him.

His eyes were filled with undisguised amazement, infatuation, and even...drooling!

"..."

Being stared at by a woman with such intense, fervent eyes, Nan Feng felt goosebumps rise all over his body, and a chill ran straight to his head.

He simply couldn't stand that girl's piercing gaze, which seemed to want to devour him!

"Om-"

A flash of purplish-black light appeared again.

Under the regretful, even somewhat unsatisfied, despairing gaze of Purple Pearl, Nan Feng did not hesitate to relinquish his adult form, instantly shrinking back into the six-year-old little girl wearing a black trench coat, whose height was less than Purple Pearl's waist.

"Alright, stop with that naive, ignorant look you've never seen before."

Nan Feng's childish, clear voice returned, and he waved his little hand impatiently.

"Now that you're the undisputed boss of this island, get down there and get to work. Go and find out all the details about this island!"

"The exact number and level distribution of Soul Masters on the island, the number of permanent residents, the island's daily income and expenditure, and the number of ships that can be mobilized at the port..."

Nan Feng held up two delicate white fingers, his eyes cold and sharp:

"In short, compile and organize all the valuable information about this Purple Pearl Island, make it into a booklet, and bring it to me."

"I'm only giving you two days. If you can't produce something that satisfies me after two days, you can forget about being the boss."

After saying that, Nan Feng turned around and walked towards the luxurious mansion behind the square, which originally belonged to a certain unlucky pirate captain, leaving Zi Zhenzhu and a group of pirates bewildered in the wind.

……

Meanwhile, in Wuhun City, thousands of miles away...

After more than a month of deep thought, Bibi Dong finally found an absolutely legitimate and logical reason that no one could find fault with—to go to the Heaven Dou Empire as the Pope of the Spirit Hall to "inspect" the restructuring of the Spirit Hall and, incidentally, "consolate" the Heaven Dou royal family.

With this high-sounding excuse, she could legitimately storm into Tiandou City and drag back that troublemaking bastard Nan Feng!

However, before Bibi Dong could give the order to depart, the invisible bond deep within her soul that was closely connected to her clone suddenly emitted an extremely violent fluctuation!

Moved!

And it's extremely fast!

In just a few days, Nan Feng's coordinates not only left Tian Dou City at an extremely exaggerated speed, but also crossed the western border of the Tian Dou Empire, completely leaving the land area of ​​Douluo Continent, and are moving madly towards the vast overseas territory!

An unprecedented sense of panic instantly surged into Bibi Dong's heart.

What was that bastard doing traveling all the way overseas?!

Could it be... that he's really planning to run away?!

The moment this thought popped into Bibi Dong's head, she felt a buzzing sound in her brain, and a surge of evil fire mixed with fear and rage rushed straight to the top of her head.

"Someone come here!"

Bibi Dong slammed her hand on the desk and shouted angrily.

The paladin knights guarding outside the hall immediately scrambled in, knelt on one knee, and trembled.

"By my decree! The daily affairs of the Papal Palace shall be temporarily handled by several Platinum Bishops!"

Bibi Dong casually pulverized the imperial edict to the Heaven Dou Empire, her eyes sharp as knives: "Tell the Elder Hall that my twin martial souls are still missing a few high-level soul rings. From this day forward, I will personally go out to hunt for soul rings and go into seclusion for arduous cultivation. My return date is uncertain, and no one is allowed to disturb me!"

If she were to leave abruptly, there's a good chance some trouble might arise within the Spirit Hall, but no one would doubt her legitimate reason of hunting for spirit rings.

Before the knight could even recover from the sudden order...

"Om-!"

Behind Bibi Dong, six dazzling purple wings, radiating terrifying spatial fluctuations, suddenly unfolded!

External soul bone, six wings of purple light!

The violent surge of soul energy instantly overturned the tables and chairs in the hall.

Bibi Dong didn't even bother to go through the door. Her figure transformed into a dazzling purple-black streak of light, breaking through the dome above the Papal Palace. With a terrifying speed that seemed to tear the sky apart, she sped towards the western sea area where Nan Feng was located!

“Nanfeng…”

"You bastard! You better pray I don't catch you!"

Chapter 141 Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs is utterly foolish.

……

Two days later, Purple Pearl Island.

The island's survival rule is the purest jungle law, a melting pot of all sorts of people. Various pirate groups, smuggling merchant ships, and local islanders are entangled in complex and unknown secrets and conflicts of interest.

People are constantly scheming against each other and double-crossing one another, leaving the entire island in a state of chaos and disorder.

But under Nan Feng's terrifying pressure, which was enough to destroy the world, and his extremely ruthless and thunderous methods, this chaos miraculously disappeared.

Of course, during this period, there were also some self-righteous pirate groups who tried to sneak away under the cover of night.

However, the three sailing ships, laden with elite pirates and treasure, had barely sailed ten miles out of the harbor when they were destroyed in one fell swoop by a dark purple-black poisonous net that descended from the sky.

The three ships, along with the hundreds of pirates on board, were completely dissolved into a pool of poisonous water and thrown into the sea to be eaten by sharks without even making a ripple.

This extremely brutal tactic of making an example of someone to scare others completely dispelled any remaining ulterior motives in everyone's minds.

The entire population of Purple Pearl Island became completely obedient.

Thus, under Purple Pearl's leadership and intense supervision, in less than two days, all the detailed information Nan Feng needed about Purple Pearl Island was neatly compiled into a book and respectfully placed on Nan Feng's desk.

The atmosphere in the mansion's main hall was oppressive and quiet.

Nan Feng sat on a large tiger-skin armchair, flipping through the thick ledgers and personnel lists in his hands.

After the cleanup over the past two days, there are currently 534 Soul Masters still alive on Purple Pearl Island.

Among them, apart from the former leader who was instantly killed by Nan Feng and the few troublemakers who ran away and were wiped out, the strongest fighting force on the island at present is only two Soul Emperors of level 60.

Below them were seventeen Soul Kings, two hundred and eighty-seven Soul Masters, and one hundred and twenty-five Soul Venerables.

The rest were all low-level Soul Masters below level 30.

As for the island's permanent residents and their non-combatant family members, there are approximately six thousand people in total.

Normally, Purple Pearl Island has its own crude way of making money.

All merchant ships, smuggling vessels, and even small pirate groups from other seas that stop over in this area must pay an extremely high "protection tax" if they want to dock at the port of Purple Pearl Island for supplies.

This huge tax revenue is usually collected exclusively by the strongest and most powerful pirate crew on the island.

However, the rules on Purple Pearl Island are not fixed.

After all, this is the world of Soul Masters; whoever has the bigger fist calls the shots.

Therefore, roughly every ten years on the island, or when the power of the older generation of leaders declines, a fierce battle breaks out between the major pirate groups to determine a new "island lord" who then monopolizes the right to collect this protection tax.

The Soul Emperor that Nan Feng casually killed on his first day on the island was the former nominal leader of Purple Pearl Island, who had just won the previous round of fighting.

"Tsk tsk..."

Nan Feng quickly flipped through the accounts detailing the island's finances, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper until he finally let out a chilling, speechless laugh:

"What a bunch of stupid pigs begging for food while holding a golden rice bowl."

He casually tossed the ledger onto the table, looking at Purple Pearl standing in the center of the hall, barely daring to breathe, along with the remaining two Soul Emperors and several pirate leaders. His tone was filled with disdain and disappointment:

"You bunch of idiots, do you know how ridiculous the things written in this ledger are?"

Nan Feng pointed her delicate white finger at the ledger and commented coldly:

"Your income comes very quickly. By robbing those defenseless merchant ships at sea, you can easily make tens of thousands of gold soul coins with just one job."

"Judging from these messy accounts, the island's annual net income is actually quite considerable, conservatively estimated to be over a million gold soul coins. Even in the Heaven Dou Empire, this amount of money could definitely support several medium-sized noble provinces!"

"but!"

"Where did all those millions of gold soul coins go?! What utter nonsense is written in this ledger?!"

"The money mysteriously disappeared! It was pocketed by various pirate leaders, gambled away, and squandered on alcohol and gambling! And what about the island itself? There isn't even a decent stone road! The fortifications are practically non-existent, and the more than six thousand residents on the island don't even have a stable livelihood, remaining in a state of extreme chaos and poverty!"

"Where did the money go? Who got it? How was it spent? It's all a mess! A complete jumble of accounts!"

Hearing Nan Feng's scathing rebuke, the people in the hall exchanged bewildered glances, cold sweat pouring down their backs.

Nan Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his speechlessness, and continued to berate their "business model":

"Not only are your finances in disarray, but you bunch of idiots have also lost your minds in business, as if your brains were slammed in the door of the Temple of Poseidon!"

“I’ve read your intelligence. You also know how to engage in small-scale cooperation, how to send people to the coastal cities of the two great empires to bribe some greedy merchant ship captains, so that they deliberately deviate from their course and take their cargo-laden ships to the waters of Purple Pearl Island, and then you rush out to rob them.”

"Does that make you think you're very smart?" Nan Feng retorted sarcastically.

Purple Pearl swallowed hard and nodded subconsciously, but when she saw Nan Feng's look at her like she was an idiot, she quickly shook her head like a rattle drum.

"Utterly stupid!"

Nan Feng mercilessly exposed their self-righteous cleverness:

"Your kind of short-sighted business won't last!"

"Because you pirates are always too ruthless, killing and robbing at the drop of a hat, swallowing ships and people whole, what has this resulted in?"

"This has led to the fact that the large, legitimate chambers of commerce in both empires have almost completely abandoned the lucrative sea routes!"

"Those still operating at sea now are just a few foolish small families, or those destitute nobles who have been driven to desperation and want to gamble their lives at sea! The profits you can rob are getting smaller and smaller, which is called cutting off your own source of income!"

Nan Feng stood up from his chair, walked over to Zi Zhenzhu, and looked at her with a disappointed expression: