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

"As for whether those elders will cooperate..." Nan Feng paused.

"You think loyalty is maintained by feelings? By morality? By the face of the former pope?"

"It's about profit!"

"Whether it's a Platinum Bishop or a Title Douluo Elder, they are still human beings. They also need to cultivate, want to become stronger, and want to bring benefits to their family's descendants!"

"The reason why the Spirit Hall can attract so many spirit masters is because they can obtain more benefits and more profits here. And why can the Spirit Hall obtain so many benefits?"

"Because the Spirit Hall is powerful, it possesses a supreme honor! And this honor makes the seven major sects and two great empires dare not easily offend it!"

"But now Qian Xunji has lost this honor, and he has become a liability!"

"And you!"

"If you can lead them to reclaim this glory, if you can lead them to plunder more resources and trample the Haotian Sect under your feet."

"Even if you point at Qian Xunji's ashes and call him a pig, no matter how unhappy that old bastard Jin E is, he'll have to hold his nose and applaud you from the sidelines!"

"Because you represent the victory of the Spirit Hall! You represent their interests!"

"As for obedience?"

Nan Feng scoffed disdainfully, "Who needs their obedience? What I want is their fear! Their submission!"

"As long as you're strong enough, as long as you can win."

Even if they hate you in their hearts, they still have to kneel down and shout "Long live the Emperor!"

"This is dominance!"

"This is the true king!"

Bibi Dong was somewhat stunned by these words.

Overbearing...Emperor...

This completely overturned her carefully guarded and precarious survival rules of the past decade.

But looking at the frenzied crowd outside and listening to the deafening cheers, she had to admit—Nan Feng was right.

Even those high-ranking Title Douluos in this world are base at heart.

The tougher you are, the more afraid they become.

The more domineering you are, the more obedient they will be.

"However..."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Nan Feng changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat playful, "This domineering style of play also has a fatal flaw."

"What?" Bibi Dong asked.

That is—you can only win, you can't lose.

Nan Feng shrugged. "Once you take this path, you'll be placing yourself on a pedestal. Gods cannot make mistakes, and emperors cannot fail."

"Once you lose, even just a small setback, those who just praised you to the skies will instantly trample you into the mud, and you will immediately become the incompetent piece of trash you described yourself."

“I set up a banner of confidence that they are invincible, and they are excited and fanatical because of it. But if this banner wavers, even by the slightest bit, they will lose their composure and, as you said, scatter like birds and beasts.”

"After all, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong felt a vein throb on her forehead.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to drag this guy out of her mental sea and beat him up, and asked through gritted teeth:

"Nanfeng, are you schizophrenic? Or do you think I'm easy to fool?"

"When I was about to kill Qian Xunji, who was it that hesitated and obstructed me in every way? Who forced me to bring Qian Renxue into the picture as a protective shield? Who told me that I should never act without being 100% certain, and that I should only act if there was a margin of error?"

"Back then you were as cautious as a turtle hiding in its shell, so why are you now urging me to use this kind of strategy where you can only win and can't afford to lose?"

"Isn't the contrast between your past and present a bit too much?"

Faced with Bibi Dong's questioning, Nan Feng not only showed no remorse, but also rolled his eyes as if it were perfectly normal.

"Sister, times have changed."

"What was the situation back then? It was regicide! It was a rebellion! If it failed, or if the plot was exposed, we would both be dead without a burial place! How could we not be careful about something that could cost us our heads?"

"But what about now?"

"You're the Pope now! You're already in this position! And we just put on a show of having a dual personality, and you still have Qian Renxue as your get-out-of-jail-free card."

"So what if we mess things up now?"

"Would Qian Daoliu kill you? No. Would Jin E kill you? He wouldn't dare either."

"At worst, I'll just lose face and quit."

"Since my life is safe, why not have some fun?"

"In life, you should be cautious when you need to be, and be carefree when you need to be!"

"If you don't take risks when you're winning, what's the point of playing cautiously and farming all this time? Are you really going to live a life of frustration?"

"Besides..."

Looking through Bibi Dong's eyes at the group of Soul Masters outside who were still in a state of frenzy, Nan Feng's tone became deep and profound:

"I don't think we'll lose."

"..."

……

in reality.

Bibi Dong slowly withdrew the overwhelming killing intent and oppressive aura.

She looked down at the group of Soul Masters who were still shouting "Long live the Pope," a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

Now that we're on this pirate ship, we have no choice but to go all the way down this dark path.

As Nan Feng said, it would be against all reason not to take advantage of favorable circumstances.

Moreover, she didn't think she would lose!

……

Elders' Hall, Meeting Room.

The atmosphere was heavy.

The massive oval table was filled with the core high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall. Besides the Second Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo, seated at the head of the left side, and several other elders, the powerful elders of the Elder Hall, including Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, were also present.

All eyes were focused on the figure who had just sat down in the main seat.

Bibi Dong.

Even when facing a group of veteran titled Douluo with far more seniority than her, her aura showed no sign of timidity. Instead, it carried a kind of awe-inspiring majesty that had settled after being worshipped by thousands of people in the square.

"Your Holiness the Pope."

Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke first, breaking the silence. He placed his hands on the table, slightly raised his cloudy old eyes, and spoke in a calm tone that concealed a sharp edge:

"Your Majesty's demeanor at today's ceremony was truly captivating. Your declaration was indeed inspiring."

"but……"

Golden Crocodile Douluo changed the subject, "War is not child's play, nor can it be won with just a few passionate slogans. Now that the words have been spoken, the eyes of the whole world are on the Spirit Hall."

"Since Your Majesty intends to assemble a large army to attack the Haotian Sect within three days, you must already have a foolproof plan in mind, right?"

"I wonder how Your Majesty plans to attack? How will you fight? If the three upper sects are allied, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan get involved, how will you deal with that?"

This series of questions is both an interrogation and a test.

If Bibi Dong cannot come up with a practical and feasible battle plan, everything that just happened in the square will turn into a complete farce, and her status in the eyes of these high-ranking officials will instantly plummet.

At the head of the table, Bibi Dong remained expressionless, her fingers lightly tapping the table.

Originally, the plan she prepared was a typical example of "boiling a frog in lukewarm water".

By leveraging the size advantage of the Spirit Hall, cut off the Clear Sky Sect's economic resources, block its external forces, and gradually weaken it over three to five years.

This is the safest option, the one that would deal the biggest blow to the Clear Sky Sect and the least loss to the Spirit Hall, and it also aligns with the previous political logic.

but now……

No.

Too slow, too soft.

This plan might have seemed like a wise and prudent strategy in the past, but after she just made those outrageous pronouncements about "blood for blood," bringing out this weak and feeble idea would only make these old foxes laugh their heads off.

"Nan Feng," Bibi Dong said coldly in her heart, "you're the one who cleans up this mess. Revise the plan."

"Okay, give me your body, I'll take your place."

“No.” Bibi Dong refused instinctively. “This is the Elders’ Hall. I am the Pope now. I have to be careful with every step I take. I can’t let you cause trouble here.”

"Do I look like a scoundrel who only knows how to throw tantrums?"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Nan Feng's voice carried a hint of helplessness, "Please, use your brain. To deal with an old stubborn like Qian Daoliu, throwing a tantrum makes him feel out of control; to deal with those fanatical believers below, incitement makes them feel a sense of resonance."

"Throwing a tantrum is just a disguise, and shamelessness is just a means."

"Now, facing this room full of cunning old foxes who devour people without spitting out the bones, what do you think they believe in?"

"What they believe in is ruthlessness, decisiveness, and methods that bring them tangible benefits!"

Give me your body.

"Your slow-boiling-the-frog strategy might have been considered shrewd and sophisticated in peacetime, but in today's world, it's just a long, tedious, and unpleasant straitjacket. What's needed now is a sharp dagger to pierce the lifeblood of the Haotian Sect!"

"Are you sure?" Bibi Dong was still somewhat hesitant.

"Absolutely, absolutely, and without a doubt!" Nan Feng said irritably. "Hurry up, don't dawdle. If that old bastard Jin E waits too long, his momentum will weaken."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath.

Although she had reservations about the old spider's character, she had to admit that his methods had never disappointed her so far.

"it is good."

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, voluntarily relinquishing control of her body. "It's up to you. If you mess this up..."