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

"I thought that after all these years, I could at least change her vulgar, power-conscious mindset. But it turns out I was just being delusional!"

Nan Feng sneered, "Forget it, whatever, let her be! I must have been out of my mind to naively try to change her. Now it seems I was the only one putting in all the effort from beginning to end!"

Hearing Nan Feng's exasperated complaints, Hu Liena blinked her charming fox eyes, her strange expression deepening.

“You always say that after we argue,” Hu Liena complained.

Nan Feng paused, turned his head, and stared intently at her: "This time I'm serious!"

“You’ve said the same thing several times before.”

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow sharply. "What? You don't believe me?"

Seeing that Nan Feng seemed genuinely agitated, Hu Liena decided to back down while she was ahead.

"I believe it, of course I believe it!"

She giggled and pounced on Nan Feng like a clingy kitten.

A layer of soft, moist light shone in her captivating eyes as she stared intently into Nan Feng's eyes, decisively unleashing her trump card—the Young Fox Gaze!

Staring into those wet, adoring, and affectionate eyes, Nan Feng's volatile and violent aura instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.

Hu Liena buried her face in Nan Feng's neck and rubbed against him, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

She knew that this "teacher," who was usually so shrewd, was just angry and needed her to soothe her and comfort her.

Hu Liena was already used to this way of getting along between the two.

These two, every time they argue, they wish they could tear down Wuhun City, saying the most hurtful things they can say.

But after each argument, not long afterward, the teacher would either voluntarily or involuntarily go back and continue arguing.

This is exactly like those noisy, long-married couples in the countryside!

If they don't have a fight every three days, neither of them feels comfortable.

What's even more amazing is that after each intense argument, the two of them would inexplicably enter a period of intense, inseparable affection.

After a period of sweet intimacy, disagreements arise, and the argument continues!

They do it again and again, never tiring of it.

At first, Hu Liena was worried about their argument.

For this reason, she even secretly went to consult an old teacher at the Martial Soul Academy.

After listening to her description, the old teacher told her: This is a good thing.

When two people have a conflict, they argue, but they can make up afterward. Since they can still be close, it means they don't really hate each other. They were just venting their emotions in the heat of the moment.

Conversely, if one day these two equally proud people stop arguing when they have disagreements, and are left with only a cold indifference...

That would be a complete and utter disaster!

There are no couples in this world who never argue.

Unless one party completely abandons their own identity and blindly submits to the other without any bottom line, conflicts are bound to arise when two independent souls collide.

What's more, it's two people who are extremely assertive and have an intense desire for control colliding with each other.

Let alone bickering and arguing like this, if these two really got angry one day and started fighting in the Papal Palace and demolished several palaces, Hu Liena would think it would be perfectly normal.

……

Time passed slowly, and the grove behind the mountain became exceptionally quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Hu Liena nestled obediently in Nan Feng's arms like a lazy kitten.

Feeling the steady heartbeat and the cool, fragrant body temperature emanating from the other person, Nan Feng's originally irritable and resentful emotions gradually subsided in this tranquility and soothing atmosphere.

"call……"

Nan Feng let out a sigh of relief, reached out and patted Hu Liena on the back, signaling her to get up.

He slowly sat up, stretched his shoulders, and his tone returned to its usual calm:

"For the next period of time, there shouldn't be anything for me to worry about. Get ready, I'll take you out for a trip."

Hu Liena paused for a moment, then straightened up and asked curiously, "Where are you going? Are you leaving Wuhun City?"

"Hmm." Nan Feng nodded. "Your physique has improved considerably after being refined by the top-grade whale glue. But it's not enough to support my upcoming plans. I'll take you to eat some truly good food to completely replenish your foundation."

"Little fox, you'd better grow up quickly. My life and fortune... from now on, half of it will be in your hands."

Hu Liena was completely confused. "Huh? What do you mean? Teacher, you're so amazing, why would you entrust your life to me?"

"Don't ask so many questions, you'll find out in time."

Nan Feng didn't explain further, but simply waved his hand, "Do you have any luggage to pack, or anything you need to tell us? If not, go tell the teacher in charge of your college and ask for a long leave."

Nan Feng glanced disdainfully in the direction of the Papal Palace. "This Spirit City is a mess, I can't stand it anymore. Get ready, I'll take you to Heaven Dou City for a while to have some fun and change your mood."

Seeing Nan Feng leave so suddenly, Hu Liena was still a little confused, but out of absolute trust in him, she didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay, I'll go tell the academy teacher now, and pack a few clothes while I'm at it." Hu Liena nodded obediently, got up, patted the grass clippings off her skirt, and jogged away from the woods.

Watching the little fox's disappearing figure, Nan Feng took a deep breath and lay back down on the grass.

"After such a long delay, it's time to start using those good things in the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire."

Nan Feng silently made plans in his mind.

Leaving those magical herbs for Hu Liena is the safest and most worthwhile investment.

After all, this little fox's talent is among the best in the entire continent.

If we add the transformative power of the immortal herbs in the Yin-Yang Well, as well as the boost to physical strength from the top-grade whale glue...

Later, when her cultivation level improves, I'll find a way to hunt down a few 100,000-year-old soul beasts for her and equip her with a few sets of top-tier 100,000-year-old soul rings and soul bones!

With such a system of accumulation, even creating a "deity" capable of inheriting the position of a god doesn't seem like an insurmountable task.

Chapter 264 Nan Feng: You're soaking in a latrine in the Rakshasa Secret Realm. Bibi Dong: But I'm dragging you to take a bath with me!

……

"Om-"

Just as Nan Feng closed his eyes, pondering his future "god-making plan,"

Less than three meters away from him, a violent fluctuation suddenly came from the space in front of him!

A pitch-black spatial vortex tore open without warning, and then a figure dressed in a magnificent papal robe, exuding a chilling aura, strode out of the vortex.

It was Bibi Dong who had chased after him in anger!

Bibi Dong looked down at Nan Feng, who still retained his original appearance on the grass, and was furious.

"Can you please stop disappearing all the time?! Can you please let me finish what I have to say?!"

"I was just in the government affairs hall, and all I did was objectively raise a question about power! I was just asking a question, what's wrong with you?! Why are you running so fast?!"

Bibi Dong took a deep breath and tried to reason with him:

"If you want to implement those subversive institutional reforms, you will inevitably touch the interests of a large number of old nobles. How can you expect to avoid bloodshed and killing?! If I, as the founder of the new order, do not have the absolute power of life and death, how can I suppress those rebels?"

"If even killing a person requires me to follow your so-called system, going through layers of meetings and procedures, dragging on and on... how many years and how much effort would it take me to complete the systemic reform of the entire continent?!"

Nan Feng, lying on the ground, opened his eyes, looked at her, and said in a calm tone:

"If you want to kill someone, or if anyone is in your way, just give me a list, and I'll take care of them discreetly, without anyone knowing. It won't affect your image as a benevolent pope, and it will clear away obstacles. Is that so difficult?"

Bibi Dong's expression froze, her brows furrowing: "Your simple and brutal assassination methods may indeed be effective in the short term. But what about the future? If future rulers follow suit and assassinate political enemies without regard for the rules... wouldn't the world descend into chaos?!"

"Oh."

Nan Feng sat up and retorted without any mercy, "That's called worrying about nothing. If you don't resort to assassination, do you think those who fight for power in later generations will be as pure as a blank sheet of paper and won't create such despicable methods themselves?"

"Rules, in the end, are only made by whoever holds absolute power! Whether future generations are willing to abide by the rules you've painstakingly created is their own business and the fate of their time. Can you really worry about things hundreds of years from now?"

Nan Feng looked at Bibi Dong with utter incomprehension: "I really don't understand your thought process. How can you be ruthless and unscrupulous in achieving your goals one minute, and then become indecisive and hesitant the next? Are you schizophrenic?"

"you--!"

Bibi Dong's expression froze. "Isn't this something I learned from you?!"

Nan Feng looked puzzled. "You learned this from me? When did I become as neurotic as you?"

"How dare you ask that?!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Bibi Dong stepped forward, grabbed Nan Feng by the collar, and pulled him up from the grass.

"Have you no shame, Nan Feng?! Don't you always pride yourself on being the most rational and self-aware person?!"

"Who's the one who keeps having these extreme ideas?! Who's the one who inexplicably goes crazy every now and then?!"

Bibi Dong felt increasingly wronged and angry as she continued to rant, and began frantically dredging up old grievances:

"In a moment, you'll feel that the world is hopeless, and you'll become absolutely cold-blooded. You won't care about anything anymore, and for the sake of your ridiculous sense of security, you'll even want to completely sever ties with me and become like strangers!"

"A little while later, you'll feel wronged again! You'll feel that I only care about my career and don't care about you! You'll be jealous of me like a resentful woman, and you'll throw a tantrum and act like you're going to die just because I used you a little bit!"

"You call this rationality?! You call this fickleness!!"

"How dare you say I'm sick?! You bastard! Your own illness... is a hundred times worse than mine!!!"

Upon hearing Bibi Dong's accusations, Nan Feng, whose collar was being grabbed, was first taken aback, then frowned and thought about it carefully.

It seems... that's really the case.

His emotional fluctuations were indeed quite extreme.

"Fine, even if you're right."

Nan Feng did not refute, but instead met Bibi Dong's gaze with righteous indignation.

"But have you ever used your brain to think about why I sometimes go crazy like this?!"

Nan Feng slapped away Bibi Dong's hand that was grabbing his collar.

"Isn't it because you keep going into that damned Rakshasa Secret Realm?!"

"Yes! You're awesome! Your will is as strong as iron; you can withstand all that resentment and say you're unaffected!"

Nan Feng pointed to his head, his face full of frustration and irritation.