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

That old fox successfully exploited the information gap, creating an initial suspicion and estrangement between Seagod Island, represented by Nanfeng, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Then, Emperor Xueye could naturally step in and act as a peacemaker, speaking well of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School while making Ning Fengzhi incur a huge favor from the royal family for no reason.

This is the most disgusting and ingenious aspect of political maneuvering—even if you know perfectly well that the other party is plotting against you and digging a pit to trick you into falling into, after they pull you out of the pit with a face full of concern, you still have to bow your head and say "thank you" to them with a feeling of humiliation!

While his mind was replaying these pointless power struggles and schemes, Nan Feng had unknowingly returned to Yuexuan.

Ascending the spiral staircase to the top floor, one finds a spacious and elegant hall filled with the gentle fragrance of sandalwood.

Dressed in a silver palace gown, exuding a noble and elegant air, Tang Yuehua sat behind a zither table, teaching a group of noble children from the Heavenly Dou Empire the highest level of court music and etiquette.

Nan Feng didn't make a sound to disturb them. He simply leaned lazily against the carved door frame with his hands behind his back, quietly listening to the melodious music.

However, when Tang Yuehua inadvertently looked up and her gaze swept over the petite figure in a black trench coat at the doorway...

Her heart, which had been as calm as still water, suddenly skipped a beat.

Driven by an instinctive tension and fear of Nan Feng deep in her soul, her slender fingers, which were plucking the strings, suddenly froze.

"Clang—Crack!"

A sudden, sharp crack shattered the elegant melody, and the taut string snapped instantly.

The sharp silk thread, like a blade, sliced ​​through Tang Yuehua's fair fingertip, and a drop of bright red blood instantly seeped out.

The sudden turn of events caused a murmur among the noble youths present.

Before the young noblemen could even offer their greetings, Nan Feng, who was leaning against the doorframe, had already taken a few quick steps, seemingly strolling leisurely, but in the blink of an eye, he had crossed most of the hall and arrived at the zither table.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Nan Feng naturally reached out his small hand and pulled Tang Yuehua's slightly trembling hand into his grasp.

He lowered his head, stuck out his pink tongue, and gently rolled it over Tang Yuehua's cut fingertip, licking the warm drop of blood into his stomach.

"It still tastes the same."

Nan Feng raised his head, his heterochromatic pupils, one higher and one lower, staring straight into Tang Yuehua's eyes. A wicked smile, full of mischievousness, curled at the corner of his mouth as he murmured softly in a tone that only the two of them could understand.

Seeing her injured fingertip being held in the mouth of this six-year-old child, Tang Yuehua felt a tingling, electric shock-like sensation rush from her fingertip to her head.

A surge of intense shame and fear welled up inside her, causing her fair and beautiful face to flush crimson instantly. Her body stiffened, but she dared not struggle to break free.

However, this extremely aggressive and oppressive scene was perceived in a completely different light by the surrounding noble children who were unaware of the truth.

A six-year-old girl, as beautiful as a porcelain doll, tenderly held her beautiful teacher's injured hand, comforting the wound in the purest and most instinctive way...

To the nobles, the scene was incredibly heartwarming and adorable, even eliciting a gentle, maternal chuckle from several young noblewomen.

Listening to the whispers around her that thought it was "so cute," Tang Yuehua's eyelashes trembled slightly, but the sense of absurdity and fear in her heart intensified.

Because only she knew in her heart that the seemingly harmless and adorable little girl in front of her, whose cheeks were so cute that one couldn't help but want to pinch them, was not an innocent child at all!

Hidden within this small body is Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, who sits high in the Papal Palace in Spirit City, able to turn the world upside down with a flick of her wrist, and whose words can cause rivers of blood to flow across the entire continent!

Because of her injured fingertip, Tang Yuehua could only suppress her shock and, with a forced, dignified smile, apologize to the noble children, announcing that today's music and etiquette lessons were ending early.

After seeing off the noble young masters and ladies who kept turning back to look at her, Tang Yuehua closed the door and led Nan Feng back to the private boudoir deep inside Yuexuan.

As soon as he entered the room, Nan Feng felt as if he were at home and climbed onto the large, soft couch that belonged exclusively to Tang Yuehua.

He casually grabbed a peeled, juicy grape from the fruit plate on the low table and popped it into his mouth. As he chewed, he stretched comfortably, his posture extremely relaxed.

Tang Yuehua stood to the side, took out a handkerchief and simply wrapped her fingertips. Looking at the "little loli" on the bed who had no regard for her appearance, she finally couldn't suppress her doubts and asked in a low voice:

"Weren't you busy in the palace... strategizing and manipulating the Heavenly Battle Royal Family? Why are you back at Yuexuan so soon?"

Nan Feng swallowed the grape in his mouth, tilted his head, and looked at her with a hint of doubt in his heterochromatic eyes: "What? Can't I come to this place?"

Tang Yuehua's breath hitched, and she quickly lowered her head, her tone respectful and reserved: "Yuehua dares not."

"'Dare not' means that you are unwilling in your heart, but you dare not say it because of my tyranny."

Nan Feng patted the empty seat next to the soft couch, gesturing for her to sit down. "Actually, you don't need to beat around the bush like this in front of me. We're not giving a lecture outside; it's just the two of us in this room."

Nan Feng rested his chin on his hand, looking at Tang Yuehua's face, which remained exquisitely beautiful and dignified even when she was nervous, and chuckled: "If you're really angry about me licking your fingers in the hall just now, you can take off that mask of elegance you're putting on. Just yell at me a few times, or even bite me a couple of times to vent your anger... Actually, I don't care."

Upon hearing these words, which could be described as "indulgent" yet also carried a strong sense of flirtation, Tang Yuehua felt a strange and indescribable feeling well up inside her.

She didn't sit down, but instead clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand slightly, her lowered eyes filled with incomprehension and confusion.

She really didn't understand.

In her subconscious, the soul of the little girl in front of her was none other than Bibi Dong, the high and mighty, iron-blooded and ruthless Pope of the Spirit Hall!

We are both women, and we even have some old grudges on our positions. Why does His Holiness the Pope always like to make such flirtatious and extremely ambiguous gestures towards her?

Three years ago, Tang Yuehua thought that Bibi Dong did this purely to humiliate her and trample on her last bit of self-respect as a direct descendant of the Haotian Sect in such an extremely perverse way.

In order to break down her psychological defenses and achieve her goal.

However, as this happened again and again, from lifting chins to licking fingertips...

Tang Yuehua keenly realized that this guy didn't seem to have that intention.

Even when this "Pope" got too close to her in such an aggressive manner, pushing her to the brink of shame and indignation, he would always stop with perfect precision.

She was playing a dangerous game, recklessly testing the limits of the red line, but never actually crossing the line, never truly challenging or shattering Tang Yuehua's last line of defense.

Although it's hard to admit, the pope did still have respect for her.

Looking at the Yuehua Pavilion Master in front of him, whose expression was constantly changing and whose eyes were extremely complicated, Nan Feng, who was eating pastries one bite at a time, naturally had no idea what kind of ethical drama about the "strange XP of the female pope" was playing out in Tang Yuehua's mind at this moment.

Nan Feng's reason for Tang Yuehua's usual flippant remarks and physical gestures was actually very simple—he just found it amusing.

Seeing the usually dignified and elegant Master Yuexuan, who remained calm even in the face of a collapsing mountain, blush and feel embarrassed and angry but dare not speak out because of his little action, greatly satisfied Nanfeng's wicked sense of humor.

I was just bored and wanted to tease her.

Since it was just a joke, he naturally wouldn't push the other person's limits; enough was enough.

Of course, when it comes to serious matters, or when it's necessary to put pressure on the hidden forces within the Heavenly Dou royal family, his seemingly playful and frivolous actions will carry an undeniable, chilling warning.

"Alright, stop standing there like a block of wood."

After Nan Feng finished eating and drinking, he patted the crumbs off his little hands and looked at Tang Yuehua, who was still standing stiffly to the side. He suddenly felt a little bored.

His short legs dangled off the edge of the soft couch, a wicked grin playing on his lips, as he threatened in an extremely irritating childish voice:

"I told you to sit down. If you keep sitting like this, I'm going to grow bigger and carry you to that big bed over there for some fun."

Chapter 158 I Need Someone to Talk To

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Upon hearing the two highly aggressive words "get bigger" and "go to bed," Tang Yuehua's face instantly turned pale, her expression stiffened, and she dared not resist in the slightest. She quickly walked to the other side of the soft couch, sat down stiffly, and twisted her hands tightly together.

Seeing her looking so alarmed, Nan Feng rolled his eyes and gave up on teasing her.

"You're such a boring person."

Nan Feng shifted into a comfortable position, leaning back on the soft pillows, and casually asked, "I've made such a commotion in Tiandou City, completely fooling that old man Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi. Aren't you going to ask me why I went through all this trouble?"

Tang Yuehua lowered her head, her voice cold and rigid: "Yuehua is just a teacher of etiquette at Yuexuan. These secrets concerning the world's affairs are something Yuehua should not ask about, nor dare to ask about."

"Tch, what a hypocrite."

Nan Feng curled his lip, completely ignoring whether she wanted to listen or not, and began to decipher the mystery on his own:

"Actually, my plan to create this 'Purple Pearl Special Zone' has many layers of purpose."

"First and foremost, I want to use the names of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Merchant Guild to make substantive contact with the real Seagod Island!"

Nan Feng sighed, "As you know, the Spirit Hall launched an expedition to Seagod Island back then, but they were defeated and suffered heavy losses. There is a real blood feud between these two top powers."

"In the end, it was that fool Qian Xunji who initiated the war by sending Spirit Hall's Soul Masters across the sea to Seagod Island. Although Qian Xunji is long dead, the current Spirit Hall, under my management, has completely severed ties with the Spirit Hall ruled by Qian Xunji in the past..."

"However, the offended believers on Poseidon Island may not accept such a weak explanation. Once the seeds of hatred are sown, they are not so easy to uproot."

"However, I desperately need some help from Seagod Island to deal with some big guy in the sea. I can't go to the island with my identity as the Spirit Hall, so I can only put on the disguise of Demon God Douluo and use the influence of the Heaven Dou Empire to cause some trouble legitimately."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Tang Yuehua's eyes.

She originally thought that Nan Feng's grand scheme was simply to scheme against the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but she never expected that his ultimate goal was actually the legendary Seagod Island! Moreover, he actually needed the help of Seagod Island?

"in addition……"

Nan Feng paused for a moment, then said, "I did this to prevent this continent from experiencing a full-scale war with corpses strewn across the land too soon."

Tang Yuehua was slightly taken aback and subconsciously wanted to speak, but Nan Feng waved her hand to interrupt her.

"Don't rush to refute me, and don't think I'm hypocritical."

Nan Feng met Tang Yuehua's complicated gaze with utter candor, "I admit that I am very aggressive in my methods. Sometimes, in order to achieve my goals, I am indeed unscrupulous and shameless. In fact, a large part of the reason why your Haotian Sect has fallen to this state is also due to me."

"However, there's one thing I really dislike: harming innocent people!"

"Especially those ordinary people at the bottom of society who have to struggle to survive and even get a full meal. I utterly despise using my power to crush them."

"I don't like bullying the weak. Because that's so boring! Any Soul Master who has mastered power can do this kind of despicable thing. Even if you feed a pig to the level of a Title Douluo, it can still slaughter civilians!"

"What I like even more is to drag those big shots who are usually high and mighty and consider themselves the rule-makers down from their pedestals! To crush their pride, their scheming, and their trump cards under my feet!"

What's the point of toying with those defenseless civilians?

"Toying with emperors like Xue Ye who control billions of lives! Toying with Ning Fengzhi, the most intelligent person in the world who can calculate without fail! Toying with arrogant peak Douluo like Tang Xiao and Qian Xunji! Toying with these self-proclaimed high and mighty figures, watching them struggle, compromise, and even be grateful under my schemes..."

Nan Feng grinned, revealing an extremely wicked smile: "That's what makes it interesting! That's what gives you a sense of accomplishment!"

Looking at Nan Feng's arrogant attitude of treating the powerful and wealthy as mere playthings, Tang Yuehua felt a chill run down her spine.

But strangely, the words spoken by this demon carried an extremely eerie... sense of reason and bottom line.

“I admit I’m not a good person, and I’ve never claimed to be a messenger of justice.”

Nan Feng suppressed his arrogance and regained his composure: "But in some respects, I admit that I, this despicable man, am still much better than those guys who spout benevolence and morality and readily launch wars and sacrifice countless lives for the so-called 'big picture' and 'glory'!"

"Today, the power of the Spirit Hall has expanded to an extreme. As the strongest power on the continent, the interest groups within the Spirit Hall will not allow it to stop expanding."

"However, if the Spirit Hall shows any real intention to conquer the world, in order to prevent the two great empires and the remaining sects from desperately waging a world-destroying all-out war against the Spirit Hall out of extreme fear, turning this continent into scorched earth..."

Nan Feng turned his head, looked at Tang Yuehua, and said, word by word:

"I can only try to find a way to give these big shots who are in despair a little bit of confidence to keep them alive."

"Poseidon Island, this powerful overseas force that is said to be able to rival the Spirit Hall and even once caused the Spirit Hall to suffer heavy losses and be routed, is the best lifeline!"

"As long as Seagod Island is allowed to deeply participate in the current continental situation in the form of the 'Purple Pearl Special Zone,' and a superficial balance of power is created between the two great empires and the Spirit Hall..."