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

Having just finished a war, with everything in ruins and needing to be rebuilt, she, as the new pope, was at a crucial moment of establishing rules and consolidating power, with countless tasks to be completed during the handover process.

She actually skipped work for half a day?!

"Nan Feng! You bastard! Why didn't you call me?!"

While cursing the irresponsible clone in her mind, Bibi Dong washed up and changed clothes at the fastest speed she had ever done in her life.

In just five minutes, the languid Sleeping Beauty disappeared, replaced by His Holiness the Pope, dressed in magnificent attire, exuding an aura of grandeur yet displaying a face full of anxiety.

She lifted her skirt, disregarding even her demeanor, and hurriedly rushed to the Hall of State Affairs.

……

"We must get here before those old guys make a scene... otherwise Golden Crocodile will use this as an excuse to cause trouble again..."

Bibi Dong was burning with anxiety, her mind already conjuring up a chaotic scene: the government hall in complete disarray, the cardinals looking at each other in bewilderment, and memorials piled high on the table.

however.

When she rushed breathlessly to the entrance of the government affairs hall and pushed open the heavy door.

"Squeak-"

The expected noise and chaos did not materialize.

Instead, the main hall was eerily quiet.

You could hear a pin drop.

Bibi Dong was stunned. She subconsciously slowed her pace and looked into the hall.

Inside the vast government hall, the dozen or so cardinals who should have been having lunch or taking a break at this time, along with the only two high-ranking platinum bishops of Wuhun City, were all sitting neatly at their respective desks.

They kept their heads down, wielding their pens so hard they seemed to be sparking, sweating profusely, barely daring to breathe, as if some ferocious beast was watching them from behind.

And right above the main hall, in the spot that originally belonged to her.

Nan Feng (his clone) was sitting with his legs crossed, not even sitting on the hard chair, but instead leaning against a soft cushion he had somehow gotten his hands on, casually flipping through a document in his hand.

The atmosphere in the main hall was extremely oppressive.

"..."

Bibi Dong stood at the door, looking at this scene, somewhat bewildered.

Just then, Nan Feng seemed to have finished reading the document in his hand.

He didn't speak, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply tossed the document down the steps.

"Snapped."

The document fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

This sound was like a thunderclap in the deathly silent hall.

The two platinum bishops below trembled violently. One of them, an old man who looked to be in his sixties, was so frightened that the flesh on his face twitched three times. He hurriedly scrambled over to pick up the document, not daring to look at the person above, and shakily went back to rewrite it.

There was not a single word exchanged throughout the entire process.

Only a silent fear spread through the air.

Nan Feng didn't even release any soul power pressure; he just sat there, occasionally scanning the entire scene with a look of disdain.

That look seemed to say:

"Can you do it? If you can't, then die."

Bibi Dong was a little confused.

This efficiency...this deterrent power...

It seems to be even taller than when she was there?

Inside the main hall, as the real Bibi Dong appeared, the deathly silence of that moment seemed to solidify into a tangible reality.

Although the dozen or so cardinals and two platinum bishops dared not look up, they still caught a glimpse of His Holiness the Pope at the door, panting and with slightly disheveled hair, and then looked at the "His Holiness the Pope" sitting on the high platform, cold as ice and with a terrifying aura.

Two Bibi Dongs?!

If it were in the past, these people would probably have already exploded, and might even have shouted "There's an assassin!" or "There's a monster!"

But at this moment, their eyes were filled with shock and realization, but not with doubt.

Because in the few days after Nan Feng finished the battle against Haotian Sect and returned to the capital, rumors about "His Holiness the Pope's martial soul mutating due to cultivating twin martial souls, occasionally separating an uncontrollable clone" had already been spread by Nan Feng intentionally or unintentionally.

The Elders' Hall already knew, after all, Nan Feng had changed in front of them. Although these executive bishops had only heard about it, seeing it with their own eyes now, they felt that the rumors were indeed true!

Moreover... this "clone" is clearly more terrifying and more violent than the original!

"What are you standing there for? Did your pen break?"

Nan Feng, standing on the high platform, glanced coldly at the crowd that had stopped below.

"Shuashuashua——"

The sound of the pen tip scratching the paper rang out again instantly, even faster than before.

Everyone wanted to bury their heads in their crotches, not daring to look at it for long, let alone ask a question.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

Regardless of which is real and which is fake, we can crush them anytime!

Bibi Dong stood at the door, watching this bizarre scene. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then winked at Nan Feng on the platform before turning and walking towards the side hall.

Nan Feng didn't waste any time. He casually tossed the document aside, got up, and followed.

……

Inside the side hall.

As soon as the door closed, Bibi Dong couldn't hold back any longer.

"What are you doing?!"

"Those two platinum bishops, and the row of cardinals sitting below them, were all confidants whom Qian Xunji had personally promoted! After Qian Xunji died, they were almost all taken over by that old guy Jin E!"

"These guys are all Golden Crocodile's spies; I'm always too busy guarding against them!"

"And you actually dump all the government affairs on them? You even expect them to approve official documents on your behalf?"

"What if something goes wrong? What if they tamper with the documents?"

Bibi Dong paced back and forth in the room, appearing anxious and restless.

"Now is the crucial period for seizing power. I must be hands-on and have all power in my own hands! How can you be a hands-off manager at a time like this?!"

"Sit down, sit down."

Nan Feng grabbed Bibi Dong, who was making him dizzy, and forcefully pressed her into a chair. Then he sat on the armrest next to her, one hand on her shoulder, his tone relaxed:

"Little Dongdong, your thinking is still stuck in the past."

That was before.

Nan Feng looked into her eyes and analyzed earnestly:

“Before, you had no prestige, no foundation, and no notable achievements. In addition, Qian Xunji had just died, and rumors were flying everywhere. It’s normal that people were not convinced by you and even wanted to see you make a fool of yourself.”

"At that time, you need to be very careful and do everything yourself, because you can't trust anyone and you can't control them."

"But what about now?"

Nan Feng pointed in the direction of the main hall:

"You personally led the team in the battle against the Clear Sky Sect! The Spirit Hall won a great victory, not only crippling the Clear Sky Sect, but even Tang Xiao led the entire sect to surrender!"

"What a great achievement! What immense prestige!!"

"In the eyes of those ordinary followers and low-level Soul Masters, you are now a god reborn! You are the restorer of the Spirit Hall!"

"With this great power in your hands, why are you still afraid of those few bishops who have to beg for food under your command?"

“But behind them is the Golden Crocodile…” Bibi Dong frowned.

"Don't always think that they have a powerful backer, and don't always worry that the powerful backer will get involved."

Nan Feng interrupted her, "Your thinking is a bit too sensitive right now, you could even call it paranoia."

"Leaving aside the Golden Crocodile and the Elders' Hall, who are these bishops' direct superiors?"

Nan Feng pointed at Bibi Dong:

"It's you, Your Holiness the Pope."

"Who holds the most direct power of life and death over them? It's still you!"

"Yes, the Golden Crocodile holds a high position and his word is law in the Elder Hall. In terms of seniority, his status is even above yours."

"and then?"

"Can Golden Crocodile bypass the Pope and pay their salaries directly? Can Golden Crocodile promote them at will, bypassing the Pope? Furthermore, if they make mistakes, would Golden Crocodile openly turn against a Pope who has just made an unparalleled contribution in order to protect them?"

"in turn."

"How much effort would it take to take them down?"

"Just find any excuse for poor performance or delays in military operations, or even no excuse is needed, just say that I don't like you and I want to replace you."

"Would they dare to resist? Would they dare to shirk their duties?"

"They're not those titled Douluo elders who even the Pope has to show deference to; they're just a group of bureaucrats who depend on the Spirit Hall system for their survival!"

Nan Feng leaned closer to Bibi Dong and said, "Remember, your public persona right now is that of a powerful, domineering, and even somewhat insane iron-blooded pope."

"Everyone in the Spirit Hall is a shrewd person. What are shrewd people best at? Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and changing their tune with the wind!"

"The more assertive and unreasonable you are, the more cowardly they become, and the less willing they are to gamble their lives with you."

"On the contrary, if you are timid and hesitant, thinking about trying to win them over, thinking about reasoning with them and talking about feelings."

"They'll only think you're weak and easy to bully, that you can't live without them, and then they'll take advantage of you and try to profit from both sides!"

Nan Feng stood up and straightened his collar.

"Get this straight, Dong'er."