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

A slightly hoarse, hesitant voice abruptly broke the frenzied atmosphere in the hall.

The one who spoke was one of the two surviving Soul Emperors of level sixty-something, an old man with gray hair and a blind left eye.

He had been keeping his head down and remaining silent, but now he steeled himself and stepped forward, meeting Nan Feng's cold, probing gaze. He swallowed hard and asked with trepidation:

"My lord... your plan is indeed visionary. If it succeeds, it will be a tremendous blessing for Purple Pearl Island."

"But... what if some people below are unwilling?"

The old man sighed, his expression somewhat complicated: "To be honest, sir, I used to work in a mercenary group on land in my younger days and witnessed the ways of the regular army. But I later chose to go into business."

"Why? Because pirates, deep down, don't want to be controlled or bound by rules and regulations!"

"To put it bluntly, although it is indeed very dangerous to rob people at sea, risking your life at any moment, a large number of these desperate criminals actually enjoy the thrill of being unrestrained and trading their lives for money!"

"Now you want to make a clean break, forcing those pirates who are used to doing things their own way and being undisciplined to suddenly accept strict military rules and discipline, and become regular naval escorts..."

The old man shook his head and said worriedly, "I'm afraid that these military regulations... simply won't be able to be implemented with these troublemakers!"

These words immediately cooled the previously enthusiastic hall, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over it.

Purple Pearl and the other pirate leaders also suddenly realized what was happening.

Yes, that's the most critical problem!

It's no use if the leaders are persuaded. If the hundreds of unruly assassins below them collectively explode and outwardly comply but inwardly defy them, then the so-called "Purple Pearl Navy" will still be an empty shell.

Sitting in the chair, Nan Feng was not angered by the old man's questioning.

He tilted his head slightly and, unusually, gave the one-eyed old Soul Emperor a proper look.

"rare."

Nan Feng's lips curled into a slightly surprised smile: "I didn't expect that in this crude and vulgar bandit den, there would actually be a reasonably clear-headed person hiding there."

Being praised so highly by a peak Douluo made the old man feel a chill run down his spine, and he quickly lowered his head even further.

"You're absolutely right. There are definitely troublemakers, and they're certainly not few in number."

Nan Feng stood up from the chair.

"Let alone this lawless island, even in the two great inland empires that you consider to have laws, aren't there plenty of troublesome soul masters who rely on their strength and refuse to be bound by rules?"

Nan Feng sneered, his gaze sweeping over everyone present:

"But do you know how the two great empires, and even the Spirit Hall, deal with such troublemakers?"

Before the old man could answer, Nan Feng suddenly uttered two chilling words:

"Suppress!"

"My lord, you mean..." Purple Pearl couldn't help but gasp.

"The current reforms on Purple Pearl Island are the first round!"

Nan Feng said coldly.

"In the early stages, the worst thing you can do is be soft-hearted and indecisive! I could never have adopted a gradual and lenient approach from the very beginning!"

"I'm here not to discuss things with them, and I certainly don't want any of that bullshit about seeking common ground while reserving differences!"

Nan Feng slammed his hand on the desk in front of him, and the solid wood table instantly turned into a pool of purplish-black poisonous water, making everyone shudder.

"What I want is absolute obedience!"

"Issue my rules and give them a day to consider them."

"Either take off that stinking pirate skin, put on the uniform of the Purple Pearl Navy, and honestly follow the rules and earn honest money!"

"Or..."

"die!"

……

With Nan Feng's absolute order, Zi Zhenzhu and the pirate leaders left the hall trembling, immediately spreading this iron-fisted reform ultimatum throughout the island.

Nan Feng's elaborate scheme was not a spur-of-the-moment decision to come to this dilapidated island and play some kind of "pirate house" game.

Contacting Poseidon must be approached with extreme caution.

If he were to rush directly to Seagod Island without any preparation, even if he could display the strength of a level 98 peak Douluo, the risk would be far too great.

A peerless Douluo of Poseidon's caliber possesses absolute power of life and death on Seagod Island, his home turf.

Therefore, he had to make some preparations to make his appearance less abrupt, and even to take the lead.

Now he's making a big fuss on this Purple Pearl Island to get Poseidon's attention and interest, so he can then rightfully visit Poseidon Island.

This not only avoids conflict from the outset, but also allows us to gain more initiative at the negotiating table.

Most importantly, the new operating model of Purple Pearl Island at sea is touted as "maintaining maritime order".

This aligns perfectly with Poseidon Island's mission to maintain peace at sea, and there is no fundamental conflict of interest.

Moreover, Purple Pearl Island received a large number of "abandoned children" from Seagod Island—those Soul Masters who could not pass the test, or ordinary people who were born without Soul Power, all of whom settled here.

Although these people were expelled, they still maintained kinship ties with the core members of Poseidon Island.

He's making sweeping changes and setting rules here, and inevitably, Poseidon Island won't sit idly by.

Ideally, Poseidon Island would send someone to make contact out of curiosity or wariness.

Even if they didn't come, Nan Feng's actions, right under the noses of Seagod Island, established a positive image for himself as an "order builder."

However, as long as Purple Pearl Island truly begins to fully maintain the shipping order in this sea area, it will inevitably come into friction and contact with the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, the "ocean bully" that entrenched itself on the only way.

At that time, he could legitimately use the noble cause of "eliminating harm for the people and maintaining peace in the ocean" to propose cooperation to Poseidon Island, inviting Poseidon to come out of seclusion and join forces to eradicate this marine scourge!

Of course, all of this is currently just an idealized projection.

Just as Nan Feng sat at a large round table, head down, fingers lightly tapping the surface, pondering how to concretely implement the military regulations reform on Purple Pearl Island.

"boom--!!!"

An extremely terrifying and undisguised surge of violent soul power, like a meteorite from outer space, rushed rapidly from the horizon with a shrill sound that tore through the air!

Before Nan Feng could react, the purplish-black stream of light, carrying a destructive sense of oppression, crashed directly into the center of the courtyard of the luxurious mansion where he was!

The violent shockwave instantly shattered the doors and windows of the hall, sending clouds of dust billowing into the sky.

Nan Feng narrowed his purple eyes slightly, looking at the tall figure in the smoke and dust who slowly retracted his six dazzling purple wings and was full of murderous aura. He was a little stunned.

"Bibi Dong?"

Nan Feng muttered something unconsciously, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How did she end up on this desolate, remote island overseas?

As the smoke cleared, Bibi Dong's magnificent yet slightly disheveled papal robes were revealed.

She was still out of breath, her face was frosty, and her deep eyes burned with a fury that seemed to devour anyone.

She strode into the hall, staring intently at Nan Feng, who was sitting comfortably at the round table, and demanded sharply:

"Why did you leave the mainland?! Why did you come to this desolate overseas land?!"

"And another thing! You went all this way, why didn't you even tell me?! Why didn't you discuss it with me?!"

Nan Feng looked at the woman in front of him, who seemed to have swallowed a bomb and was furious. He frowned slightly, his mind filled with big question marks.

What's wrong with you?

Nan Feng sat in the chair, spread out her fair hands, and looked completely bewildered: "I didn't cause you any trouble in Wuhun City, nor did I disturb your seclusion to absorb spirit rings. I just wanted to go out for a walk and take care of some things on my own. What, is that not allowed? I'm not your prisoner."

Upon hearing this nonchalant remark, which seemed to disclaim all responsibility, the string of reason in Bibi Dong's mind snapped completely.

"Go out for a walk?!"

Bibi Dong rushed forward suddenly, without even using her soul power, and directly reached out and grabbed the collar of Nan Feng's black trench coat.

With her overwhelming size, she roughly lifted Nan Feng, a six-year-old girl, off the chair and slammed her against the cold wall of the hall with a loud bang.

Bibi Dong's face was almost touching Nan Feng's nose, her warm, angry breath spraying onto his face. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she glared at him through gritted teeth:

"Stop joking with me! Answer my question!"

Chapter 144 One Hand Black, One Hand White

……

Seeing Bibi Dong's rare loss of composure and her furious, red-rimmed appearance, Nan Feng, who was being held firmly against the wall, was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing without a care in the world.

"What are you laughing at?! Answer me!" Bibi Dong unconsciously tightened her grip, gritting her teeth.

"What?" Nan Feng's heterochromatic eyes, one higher and one lower, flickered with a mischievous smile. He even reached out his small hand and patted the back of Bibi Dong's hand that was grabbing his collar. "The dignified Pope of the Spirit Hall, are you worried that I'll abandon you and run away, and not want you anymore?"

"Don't flatter me!" Bibi Dong blushed instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, but her eyes, which were fixed on him, revealed a hint of nervousness that she couldn't hide.

"Don't worry, you're just overthinking it because you're too concerned. You're not even thinking straight."

Nan Feng put away his joking thoughts, and his tone became gentle and serious:

"Although I can travel thousands of miles and control this clone to move around outside at will, the consciousness in this body is only a very small projection of my soul."

"Don't you know where my soul origin is? Ever since the moment we signed the soul blood pact within the origin of the Death Spider King, our lives have been completely intertwined."

Nan Feng pointed to Bibi Dong's chest: "My roots are with you. Even if this clone of mine can move freely now, and even has the combat power of a peak Douluo, it is just a vessel that can be discarded at any time. I am a kite, and the string is forever held tightly in your hand."

At this point, Nan Feng helplessly shrugged: "So, even if I really wanted to go solo and run away, I just don't have the necessary resources."

However, upon hearing this explanation, which could be described as a show of loyalty, Bibi Dong's mood not only did not improve, but worsened, and her face instantly turned frosty.

"Even if you really want to go solo?"

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes dangerously. "So, if conditions allowed, if our souls weren't bound, you actually wanted to run away from me at any time, is that right?"

"..." Nan Feng's lips twitched, his face full of black lines.

Are women's focus always so peculiar and fatal? How did we suddenly get onto such a deadly topic again?

"Big sister, can't you be reasonable?" Nan Feng sighed helplessly. "Have you forgotten that you have a passive skill? You can sense my emotional fluctuations and whether my words are true or false at any time."

"Don't you know whether I want to run away or not, whether I have any ulterior motives towards you or not?"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong was slightly taken aback.