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

Nan Feng bowed slightly to Bibi Dong:

"I lost my composure just now and said some nonsense."

"Excuse me, Your Holiness the Pope."

After saying that, Nan Feng didn't look at Bibi Dong again, nor did he linger.

He turned around, walked out of the main hall step by step, and disappeared into the long shadow outside the door.

Watching that lonely figure disappear completely into the shadows outside the door, vanishing at the end of the long corridor.

The doors of the Papal Palace remained open, and the night breeze blowing in carried a hint of coolness.

Bibi Dong remained seated behind her large desk, maintaining the same cold and dismissive posture she had displayed earlier.

However, the moment that person's presence completely disappeared from the hall, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her heart without warning.

The pain came inexplicably, yet it was so clear, like an invisible needle piercing the softest part of her heart.

"..."

Bibi Dong instinctively pressed her hand to her chest, her brows furrowed.

Regret?

For a moment, she did waver slightly.

Recalling Nan Feng's dull, lifeless eyes, and his last self-mocking chuckle... she inexplicably felt that her words just now might have been too harsh.

After all, whatever his original intention was, whether it was for self-preservation or something else, the facts are undeniable.

In the past month, he not only helped her get rid of the Haotian Sect, a major threat, but also helped her establish her authority in the Elder Hall, making that stubborn old man, Jin E, unable to raise his head.

Even when facing Qian Daoliu, he was the one who stood in front, shielding her from all the pressure.

Without him, she might still be arguing with those old guys, overwhelmed with the war on the front lines, and a puppet pope in name only.

He was helping her; that's an indisputable fact.

He even... indulged her.

Regardless of her temper tantrums or her unrealistic stubbornness, he grumbled and complained, but still paved the way for her.

"But……"

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, and the trace of confusion in her eyes was quickly replaced by a forced coldness.

"Wasn't he doing all this for his own benefit?"

"He did it to survive, to use the resources of the Spirit Hall to become a god, and to find a place to settle down... That's why he had to help me stabilize the situation."

"Yes, that's right, that's exactly it."

Bibi Dong kept repeating this sentence in her heart, as if only in this way could she suppress the inexplicable sense of guilt in her heart.

But the next second, another voice quietly rose in her heart, ruthlessly shattering her self-hypnosis:

"If it's just to become a god... why did he provoke Qian Daoliu?"

“He could have used even more despicable means to force me to cooperate with him. That vile, shameless, and unscrupulous old spider definitely has that ability. He doesn’t need to get involved in the mess that is the Spirit Hall.”

"The power of the Spirit Hall is of no help to his ascension to godhood; on the contrary, it is all a burden and a risk."

"Why did he go to such lengths to help me gain real power? Why did he offend the Hall of Worship for my sake? Why did he invest so much emotion and energy into this game that is meaningless to him?"

Bibi Dong was stunned.

She couldn't figure it out.

This is completely inconsistent with the old spider's "profit-driven" persona.

unless……

"No! That's not right!"

Bibi Dong shook her head violently, forcefully interrupting her wild thoughts, and the look in her eyes turned fierce again.

There's no "unless"!

"Don't be fooled! Bibi Dong!"

"Have you forgotten? He's a robber who forcibly took over your body! A treacherous and cunning soul beast who's a liar! A madman who'll stop at nothing to survive!"

"What does his life or death have to do with you?"

"If it weren't for the fact that we can't get him out right now, you would be the one who should kill him!"

Bibi Dong gripped the vermilion pen tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

"Don't pity him..."

"We absolutely must not sympathize with him!"

"This must be another of his schemes! It's a ruse he staged to gain my trust and soften my heart!"

"He's trying to manipulate my emotions and make me his protector!"

"It's fake...it's all fake!"

Bibi Dong told herself this over and over again, trying to fill the emptiness in her heart with anger and hatred.

She lowered her head and refocused her gaze on the official documents in front of her.

but.

The words that were once clear have now become blurry and indistinct.

The hall was deathly silent. The power and authority that had once made her feel at ease now gave her an unprecedented feeling...

lonely.

Chapter 68 It's better to rely on yourself than on others

……

Outside Wuhun City, the night was as dark as ink.

Nan Feng wandered aimlessly through the desolate outskirts of the city.

He has completely calmed down.

He did lose his composure during what happened in the Papal Palace just now.

He didn't understand why his emotions had suddenly spiraled out of control; it was really abnormal, but he just couldn't control them.

He had always been clear about these things, but just now, his emotions just erupted.

why?

This feeling of being disturbed was just like when Bibi Dong first entered the Rakshasa Secret Realm and came out, during the period when the war with the Haotian Sect had just begun. His mind was in a state of excitement, and only in that state could he force himself to keep his mind rational.

But now... Rakshasa evil thoughts are such troublesome things. He only got a little bit of them, and they've already turned him into this.

"It's better to rely on yourself than on others."

Nan Feng forced himself to clear his mind of all emotions.

Since we can't kill Qian Renxue directly, and Bibi Dong can't be relied on, we have to find another way.

Checks and balances.

In this world, only God can oppose Him.

The only one who can stand against the future Angel God is the successor of another deity.

Moreover, this person must be absolutely loyal to him.

Even knowing that he was a 100,000-year-old soul beast, and even knowing the despicable things he had done, they would still stand firmly on his side, even willing to draw their swords against Qian Renxue, this "god," for his sake.

Who is it?

Nan Feng tapped his knees lightly with his fingers, and names flashed through his mind.

"Tang San?"

This kid is definitely overpowered; he's also the one who ultimately defeats Qian Renxue in the original story. Although Tang Hao has been expelled, according to the timeline, he should take Tang San to live in seclusion in Holy Soul Village in a few years.

If Tang San were raised from a young age and brainwashed and controlled, it would indeed be a good choice.

"No."

Nan Feng immediately rejected the idea.

Tang San is too calculating, and he possesses the Tang Sect's "path to death" mental technique, making him an uncontrollable factor at heart. Add to that the fact that Tang Hao, that reckless brute, is still alive, and the variables become too great.

To control Tang San, one must eliminate Tang Hao.

But what Tang San craves and cares about most is the family affection he lacked in his previous life. If he kills Tang Hao, once that kid becomes a god and learns the truth, he will definitely turn around and kill him!

He didn't want to make the foolish mistake of raising a tiger that would become a threat a second time.

"Xiao Wu?"

Nan Feng narrowed his eyes.

This rogue rabbit is naive and easily fooled, and as a soul beast, it naturally stands on the opposite side of the Spirit Hall. If handled properly, it's not impossible for it to become a sharp weapon against the Angel God.

However... one rabbit isn't enough.

We need to increase the stakes.

What if we dragged Xiao Wu's mother into it too? By binding that old rabbit to him, Xiao Wu's loyalty would be greatly guaranteed.

Even if Xiao Wu doesn't care about him, she'll still have to care about her mother.

"It's still not safe enough."

Nan Feng shook his head, his brows furrowed. "These are just seedlings. Their growth period is too long, and there are too many variables. If something unexpected happens along the way, I'm completely finished."

"I need a stronger, more stable protective umbrella that can even directly rival the angelic pantheon."

Nan Feng's gaze turned to the distant west, his eyes seemingly piercing through countless mountains and rivers, landing on an isolated island overseas.

Poseidon Island.

That place where the sea god is worshipped and where the sea god's divine position is passed down.