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

Nan Feng is indeed qualified to stand on the absolute moral high ground and look down on and criticize anyone in their Angel Family.

Because he stood higher than all of them and saw farther than all of them. And he accomplished all of this in just a few years.

In contrast, what about the Angelic Family, who held absolute control over the Spirit Hall and were worshipped by the world for over a thousand years? They did nothing. They simply sat comfortably in their sacred hall, basking in the incense offerings of their lower-ranking believers while enjoying their superior position, which was built upon the bones and blood of countless people.

Looking at Qian Renxue, who was now deathly silent and whose pride had been completely shattered, Nan Feng took a deep breath. The extreme disgust and sharpness in his eyes gradually faded, and his tone softened as well.

"Alright." Nan Feng leaned back in his rattan chair and said calmly, "I'm telling you all this tonight simply to state the facts, not to humiliate you with the sins of your ancestors."

“These centuries-old messes have nothing to do with you, little girl, and you didn’t do them. I’ve never liked making sweeping generalizations or playing the game of collective punishment. If I did it, I did it; if I didn’t, I didn’t.”

Qian Renxue slightly raised her head, and her golden eyes, which were originally full of pride, now revealed a sense of confusion and despair.

“The Spirit Hall used to be a deceitful and hypocritical organization, but now, it has begun to change under my leadership.” Nan Feng looked at her. “The Angel Clan used to be a hypocritical and disgusting organization, but now, and in the future, what the word ‘angel’ truly represents… is up to you to decide.”

"Whether you choose to shatter this disgusting hypocrisy with your sword and let the angels truly embrace the light, or choose to continue this cannibalistic exploitation by blindfolding yourself like your grandfather and father, is your choice, and I will not interfere."

Nan Feng stood up, walked to the edge of the balcony, faced the cold sea breeze, and looked down at the brightly lit Purple Pearl Island.

"Ultimately, this is a very realistic world. Strip away all the pretense, and the rules of this world have always been set by the truly strong."

"The so-called right and wrong, good and evil, are all defined by absolute power!"

"Because your angelic family has wielded the most advanced and invincible violence in the world for the past thousand years, your exploitation has become a gift from God, and your words are justice!"

Nan Feng slowly turned around, his deep, abyss-like pupils fixed intently on Qian Renxue.

"But not anymore."

"It will never be like that again."

"Because from this day forward, I will redefine the rules of this world, the justice of this realm!"

"..."

Qian Renxue stared blankly at him, her heart trembling uncontrollably at this madness.

Nan Feng walked to the balcony railing, casually resting his hands on it, the night wind making the hem of his black clothes flutter.

"Of course, there is no essential difference between us."

"Everyone is just using the absolute violence they wield to forcibly establish the rules they like."

"Any rule, from the moment it is established, will inevitably disrupt the original balance. While it brings huge vested interests to some people, it will also cruelly deprive others of their right to live."

Nan Feng gazed intently at the distant horizon, “In the past, your Angel Clan chose to protect and indulge in order to maintain your supreme rule and to solidify your vain status of being forever superior. You made the entire Soul Master class your sharpest claws, allowing them to tear apart and exploit all living beings on this land to support your holiness.”

"And next... I will, according to my own interests, personally and utterly shatter this disgusting set of rules you have set, along with that corrupt class!"

Qian Renxue stared blankly at him. In that instant, looking at Nan Feng's back, she actually had the illusion of looking up at some kind of god. An extremely complex emotion, mixed with awe and shock, spread wildly in her heart.

"Don't look at me like that."

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Nan Feng poured cold water on the situation without even turning around: "I don't think I'm any more noble than you, in fact, I've never thought of myself as a good person."

He turned his head, his double pupils showing not a trace of self-righteous compassion, but only the ultimate rationality that saw through himself: "From beginning to end, I have realized one thing very deeply—I am nothing more than a tyrant who wields power and is doing whatever he wants."

"However, the difference between me and you is..."

Nan Feng slowly walked up to Qian Renxue and bent down slightly. "I have no interest in bullying those ants and weaklings who have no ability to fight back."

"I have an incurable flaw in my character. What I enjoy most is dragging you self-important, arrogant people down from your clouds and stomping you into the mud!"

"Just like when I trampled the arrogant Haotian Sect, which claimed to be the best in the world, under my feet! Just like when I crushed Qian Xunji, who spouted benevolence and morality but was actually worse than a beast, under my feet like I crushed a bug!"

Upon hearing the name "Qian Xunji," Qian Renxue's body instinctively tensed, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment. But faced with Nan Feng's terrifying aura, she didn't even have the strength to look away.

Seeing Qian Renxue's slightly trembling pupils, Nan Feng straightened up, widened the distance between them, and his tone returned to that deep and cold stillness.

"So don't try to paint me with some kind of glorious and righteous halo in your mind, and don't expect me to use any gentle methods to change the world."

Nan Feng stood with his back to the pale, cold moon, half his face hidden in shadow, as if he had merged with the darkness behind him.

"I have never been a savior who saves all living beings."

"I am just a demon who crawled out of the bottomless abyss, a devil who only likes to drag people from high places into hell."

Chapter 233 Nan Feng: Men and women shouldn't touch each other! Qian Renxue: Anyway, you're not exactly a man.

……

Looking at the man before her, who had completely immersed himself in darkness and whose mouth was full of "tyrant" and "demon," Qian Renxue felt not even the slightest bit of fear.

On the contrary, she only felt that he was lonely.

Even... pitifully lonely.

Qian Renxue knew him too well. Over the years, whenever Nan Feng deliberately acted cold and aloof, she could keenly sense the weakness hidden beneath that hard shell.

It was the same when they were little. Every time he deliberately pushed her away with a cold face and cursed her with those hurtful words in order to create distance, in Qian Renxue's eyes, he looked like a hedgehog with its sharp quills raised, but trembling, which made him look extremely pitiful.

Because she could always clearly sense that her teacher, who was full of bad intentions, didn't really think that way at all!

He actually hates cold, impersonal things; subconsciously, he longs for warmth, but he always seems to have reservations. He is extremely insecure, as if only by pushing everyone away and maintaining an absolute safe distance from the world can his tense nerves relax slightly.

If anyone tries to get close to him, he will become paranoid and immediately come up with a bunch of high-sounding reasons—such as the tired-to-hear "murder of his father"—to push them away ruthlessly.

However, Qian Renxue also knew his bottom line.

If she were to forcefully approach him and cling to him tightly, refusing to let go, Nan Feng would absolutely not use force to push her away. It wasn't because he was going along with it, but because he was afraid his terrifying strength would actually hurt her.

He simply couldn't bring himself to do it.

He was clearly a good person, someone who would fight against the old world's rules for the lives of ordinary people. But because of his unresolved past and extreme defensiveness, he always had to disguise himself as an utterly wicked villain. Yet he couldn't completely extinguish his humanity and truly become a heartless monster. As a result, in this internal struggle, he became "neither human nor ghost," struggling alone in the abyss.

"call……"

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the tears welling up in her eyes.

The next second, she suddenly took two steps forward, opened her arms, and hugged Nan Feng tightly, just like when she was wronged as a child!

"..."

Nan Feng was immersed in his aloof and cold "demon god" emotions when Qian Renxue's unexpected hug instantly pulled him back from that world-destroying atmosphere, as if he had been hit on the head with a club.

He froze, his hands hovering awkwardly in mid-air, his face filled with astonishment: "What are you doing?"

"It's been so many years since I've hugged you..." Qian Renxue buried her face in his chest, her voice a little muffled, "I just want to hug you."

Nan Feng was immediately exasperated, his brows furrowing into a knot: "No... wake up! I'm not using your mother's appearance right now, what are you hugging me for?"

"Besides!" Nan Feng tried to back away, but found that the girl was holding him tightly. "I'm in a man's body now! How old are you? Don't you know that men and women shouldn't touch each other? Is this appropriate? Let go of me right now!"

Qian Renxue not only didn't let go, but instead tightened her arms around him, retorting confidently, "I don't care! Anyway, you're not a man in my eyes."

"Are you being unreasonable?" Nan Feng said, speechless, his tone laced with a hint of threat. "I'm warning you, if you don't let go, I'm really going to hit you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qian Renxue suddenly lifted her head from his embrace.

That exquisitely beautiful face now lacked any of the composure of the First Prince of Heaven Dou and the pride of the Young Master of the Spirit Hall. Her beautiful golden eyes were red and swirling with tears, as she gazed at him with a pitiful and aggrieved expression.

Nan Feng's hand, which was raised in mid-air to scare her, froze instantly.

"No..." Nan Feng felt a surge of unbelievable absurdity wash over him, and his voice stammered, "You... how old are you? Why are you crying to me like this?!"

Qian Renxue remained silent and did not refute, but stared at him intently with red eyes. She had the air of a rogue saying, "If you dare to push me away today, I'll cry right here."

Faced with this ultimate "magical attack," Nan Feng felt a deep sense of powerlessness wash over him.

"Fine, fine, you win..." Nan Feng sighed helplessly, raising his hands and giving up the fight. He frantically comforted himself in his heart: Oh well, let her hug me. Anyway, the body I'm using now is just a puppet made of soul power. I'll just treat myself as a wooden pillar.

However, just as Nan Feng gave up resisting and relaxed his guard—

A sly glint of triumph flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes. Suddenly, she pressed her advantage, grabbing Nan Feng's waist with both hands and lifting him up in one swift motion!

"??!"

To Nan Feng's astonishment, Qian Renxue nimbly turned and leaped, carrying him directly to the soft bed in the center of the room.

A muffled thud!

The two of them crashed heavily onto the bed. Qian Renxue then clung to Nan Feng like an octopus, pinning him down completely.

Nan Feng lay sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling, then at Qian Renxue, who was clinging to his chest and refusing to let go. He was completely bewildered.

"no……"

"Qian Renxue! Do you even know what you're doing?!"

"I know."

Qian Renxue buried her face in the crook of his neck, took a deep, greedy breath, and said in a muffled, spoiled voice, "Didn't you just complain that you looked like a man now and thought I wasn't suitable?"

"That's simple. If you don't feel comfortable with it, you can become my mother right now, or you can become that six-year-old girl again."

Qian Renxue's arms gripped him tightly like iron clamps, her tone revealing an unyielding stubbornness and domineering nature:

"Anyway, I'm going to hug you tonight."

"No matter what form you take, whether you're male or female, human or ghost... I'll hold you tight!"

Hearing Qian Renxue's declaration, which was thick with nasal tone yet incredibly domineering, Nan Feng fell silent.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the girl clinging to his chest, refusing to let go. Her golden eyes, usually so composed and strategic, were now swollen and red like peaches, staring at him intently, the stubbornness in them so glaring even in the dim room.

"...No matter what form she takes," Nan Feng repeated her words softly, his voice low and hoarse, revealing no emotion, "whether she's a man or a woman, a human or a ghost...you're determined to stay?"

"Yes!" Qian Renxue answered decisively, and to show her determination, she tightened her arms even more, as if she wanted to meld herself into his body.

"Oh."

Nan Feng suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter was extremely short and cold, sending a chill down one's spine in the quiet bedroom.

“You said it yourself, Qian Renxue.”

The next instant, before Qian Renxue could even react to the meaning behind his words, a terrifying and violent energy surge suddenly erupted from Nan Feng's body!

That wasn't soul power; it was pure, solidified death energy!

"Om-!"

A dazzling and blinding light instantly filled the entire room, and intense spatial fluctuations distorted the surrounding air.

Qian Renxue felt an irresistible force suddenly strike her, like a pair of invisible hands roughly pushing her away from Nan Feng.