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

Tang San hesitated for a moment, then muttered to himself, "But... Xiao Wu told me in private that you can only be considered her stepfather at most."

Nan Feng's expression froze, his steps abruptly halting as he turned to stare at Tang San: "What else did that little rabbit say to you?"

"It's gone!"

Tang San quickly shook his head to clear his name, "I was just curious, Teacher, you're so powerful, why is Xiao Wu's spirit a rabbit, and she didn't inherit your spirit at all? I just asked her casually, and she said to me dejectedly, you're at most a stepfather."

Tang San observed Nan Feng's expression and boldly asked the question that truly piqued his curiosity: "Also... Teacher, what exactly is your relationship with my aunt?"

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why are you asking this?"

"I just feel..." Tang San scratched his head and said honestly, "When you and Aunt are together, the atmosphere is strange. The two of you seem more like an old married couple than when you are with Master's wife."

"Boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, Nan Feng raised his hand and flicked Tang San's forehead with a flick.

"hiss--"

Tang San clutched his forehead, gasping in pain.

"Don't pry into adult matters, little brat."

Nan Feng withdrew his hand and walked forward without looking back. "Hurry up and follow me. Let's find the soul beast."

Tang San, clutching his throbbing forehead, quickly caught up.

But his curiosity and obsession ultimately overcame his fear of being "smacked on the head," and after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but ask:

"Teacher, when are you finally going to tell me about my parents?"

Nan Feng didn't turn his head, his tone completely calm: "We'll talk about it when you're older."

"There are some things that, if you don't have enough strength to support them, will only add to your troubles and make your life more painful. They are of no use."

"By the way, let me ask you something. What do you think of Arou and Xiaowu? Have they been treating you well at Yuexuan these past few days?"

Tang San was taken aback for a moment. Although he couldn't keep up with the teacher's unconventional thinking, he still nodded seriously.

“Very good. My master’s wife takes great care of me, just like… a real elder. Although Senior Sister Xiao Wu is usually quite mischievous, she also treats me like family. They are both very good people.”

Having been an orphan in his previous life and now living with a drunken father who neglects his duties, Tang San is extremely sensitive to the kindness shown to him by others.

During his months at Yuexuan, Arou's tender maternal care truly brought him a long-lost warmth.

Nan Feng stopped and turned to stare at him.

"Alright. Now, get rid of that damned 'family filter' in your head completely. Simply compare their attitude and care for you with that of your deadbeat father."

"Tell me honestly, how did your father treat you?"

Tang San opened his mouth, but the words he habitually wanted to say to defend his father seemed to get stuck in his throat under Nan Feng's all-knowing gaze, and he couldn't say them no matter what.

Images flashed through her mind of herself standing on a stool to cook porridge, and Tang Hao being drunk and oblivious to her plight, contrasting this with Arou's gentle and caring manner every day...

Tang San hesitated and struggled for a long time before replying, "...So-so."

"Just average? You're quite good at flattering him."

Nan Feng chuckled. "Then let me ask you again. If a knife were to be held to your throat right now, and you had to choose between them and your father, which would you choose?"

Tang San shuddered and fell silent.

Reason and emotion were tearing him apart. The "filial piety" taught by the Tang Clan in his previous life and the "warmth and coldness" he experienced in this life left him unable to give an answer.

Seeing Tang San's conflicted and pained expression, Nan Feng did not press him for an answer.

“I know that people like you value so-called blood ties very much, even regarding them as inviolable dogma and shackles. But I really don’t feel anything for such ethereal things.”

"Blood ties, to put it bluntly, are nothing more than a natural physiological bond. You can't decide your birth, nor can you decide whether your parents are good or bad; you have no choice at all."

"If you're lucky to have good parents, that's your fortune; but if you end up with irresponsible scumbags, why should they use something you can't choose to hold you hostage for life?"

Nan Feng waved his hand: "Of course, think what you want, it's your own business."

“I will not force you to accept my ideas, and you should not expect me to understand or even sympathize with your blind filial piety that has no bottom line.”

"You walk your own path. Just figure out what you want for yourself."

Chapter 319 Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Bully Xiao Wu Appears

……

The process of obtaining a spirit ring was uneventful.

With overwhelming force, Nan Feng directly selected a plant-type soul beast for Tang San that was on the verge of its aging and had a tenacious vitality.

Without giving Tang San any chance to hesitate, they beat the spirit beast until it was on the verge of death, and then forcibly pressed Tang San's head down to absorb the spirit ring.

Back in Tiandou City, at Yuexuan.

As soon as Nan Feng sat down on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, he sent someone to summon the eldest prince, Xue Qinghe.

As soon as Xue Qinghe entered, Nan Feng pointed to Tang San, who was standing to the side like a wooden figure, and got straight to the point: "From now on, you will follow this eldest prince."

Tang San was taken aback for a moment, looked at the gentle and refined Xue Qinghe, and then at Nan Feng: "Teacher, aren't we going to cultivate with you?"

What are you thinking about?

Nan Feng rolled her eyes at him. "The resources and simulated cultivation environment at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy are more than enough for a newbie like you who's just starting out in cultivation. Don't expect me to teach you step by step like I'm taking care of a child every day. I don't have that kind of time."

Tang San's lips twitched slightly: "..."

"The teachers at the academy are more than capable of teaching you the daily theory and basic training." Nan Feng leaned back on the sofa, picked up his teacup and took a sip. "If there's anything they can't teach you, or if you encounter a bottleneck you can't solve, then come to me."

"I have already told you the direction of your cultivation for the next period of time, as well as the route for circulating your soul power. Just follow along."

"Of course, if you have your own ideas, or think my approach is wrong, feel free to change it. If you ruin it, it's your own responsibility."

Tang San took a deep breath and bowed respectfully: "Disciple understands."

Nan Feng turned to Xue Qinghe and said casually, "By the way, if you need anything in the academy in the future, or if you lack any resources, just go to this Crown Prince, and he will satisfy all your needs."

Xue Qinghe maintained his gentle smile and nodded: "It is my honor to serve His Majesty the Demon God."

Nan Feng ignored his polite words, glanced around, and suddenly turned to look at Tang Yuehua sitting to the side: "Where is Xiao Wu?"

Tang Yuehua was slightly taken aback, and replied softly, "Xiao Wu? She was bored just now, so she went outside to play."

"Play, play, play, all you do all day long is play."

Nan Feng rubbed his temples speechlessly. "Go and call her back. From now on, she'll be staying at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy too."

"If you want to have fun, go to the academy and cause trouble for those noble young masters. Don't just mess around here all day."

Tang Yuehua stood up: "Okay, I'll go find her now."

Watching Tang Yuehua's departing figure, only Nan Feng, Xue Qinghe, and Tang San remained in the hall.

Tang San looked at the legendary, gentle and refined Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire with some curiosity.

Meanwhile, Xue Qinghe was also subtly observing Tang San.

Before he arrived, Nan Feng had already informed him that this was Tang Hao's son.

Xue Qinghe's gaze swept across Tang San's face, a subtle, strange glint flashing in his eyes.

It looks... quite ordinary.

Apart from the faint sharpness in his eyes, there was absolutely no trace of the domineering aura of a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect, let alone the shadow of Tang Hao, who once humiliated the Spirit Hall.

However, since Nan Feng had specifically brought him back, Xue Qinghe naturally wouldn't show it on his face. He took the initiative to break the silence: "I wonder what type of Soul Master you currently possess?"

Tang San politely cupped his hands in greeting: "Your Highness, you are too kind. I am a support-type character."

The moment the words were spoken, the air in the hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

Xue Qinghe's gentle smile froze on his face. "...Support type?"

Tang Hao's son?

Support type?!

This is as absurd as someone telling a fully grown Titan ape that it has decided to become a vegetarian.

Seeing Xue Qinghe's shocked and out-of-control appearance, Tang San sighed helplessly and glanced at Nan Feng, who was sitting calmly on the sofa.

"Yes." Tang San's tone carried a hint of hidden resentment. "My teacher said that my Blue Silver Grass martial soul is very suitable for the support type route."

"Boom!"

A blur flashed by.

Nan Feng appeared in front of Tang San without anyone noticing, and with a flick of his wrist, delivered a crisp, loud thud to the forehead.

"hiss--!"

Tang San suddenly clutched his forehead, staggered back two steps in pain, and almost burst into tears.

"Can't you speak properly?"

Nan Feng withdrew his hand. "Stop being sarcastic. It's not like I'm holding a knife to your throat. This was clearly your own choice!"

"I'm just offering you an objective, reasonable, and insignificant piece of advice as an elder and a teacher!"

"When you speak, be more careful with your words! If you dare to throw mud at me again, I'll flick your other forehead and make it swell up too!"

Tang San clutched his red and burning forehead, wincing in pain, but could only swallow his grievances.

What a ridiculously trivial suggestion.

Are you suggesting I choose another path and hang myself in a snake pit?

"...This disciple will remember."

Tang San lowered his head and said meekly, "After careful consideration, I feel that the support class is the most suitable for me, which is completely in line with my teacher's advice."

Nan Feng then hummed in satisfaction and sat back down on the sofa: "You're quite sensible."

Xue Qinghe, who was standing to the side, had his eye twitch uncontrollably twice.

Although she outwardly maintained the gentle and refined mask of a prince, Qian Renxue was inwardly rolling her eyes.

That bastard is still so ruthless.

Not long after, Tang Yuehua walked in from outside with Xiao Wu, and Arou followed behind.