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

"The situation has changed."

"Now they should be scrambling to curry favor with you, the new pope, for fear of being purged by you."

"Instead of you having to lower yourself to win them over."

"The best way to manage these seasoned veterans can be summed up in just two words—"

"fear."

Chapter 80 Because of Love!

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"fear……"

Bibi Dong pondered these two words, a flicker of emotion crossing her eyes, but it quickly turned into worry:

"But fear is a double-edged sword. If the pressure is too great, what if they become desperate and do something rash? What if something unexpected happens?"

"An accident! An accident! Another accident!"

Nan Feng rolled his eyes helplessly, placed his hands on Bibi Dong's shoulders, and shook her vigorously, as if trying to shake away all the unnecessary worries in her mind:

"Dong'er, can you please remove those two words from your dictionary?"

"If anything goes wrong, I'll handle it, okay? I'll hold up the sky if it falls, and I'll fill in the gaps if the ground collapses!"

"Can't you be a little more sensible? Can't you understand your current identity and status?"

Nan Feng's voice rose a few decibels, carrying a tone of disappointment and frustration:

“You are no longer the saintess who could only tremble in Qian Xunji’s shadow and had to be mindful of others’ moods in everything you did!”

"You are the Pope! You are the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall!"

"You just crippled the Haotian Sect! You made that so-called number one in the world, that unyielding and inflexible tough guy, kneel down and bow before you!"

"What does this mean? This is something that the predecessors of the Spirit Hall have wanted to do for thousands of years but have failed to achieve!"

"Compared to this achievement, what are all those damn seniorities and damn rules? They're all just scraps of paper! Those old guys aren't even qualified to fart in front of you now!"

Nan Feng stared into Bibi Dong's eyes and said, word by word:

Be more confident!

"Stand up straight!"

"Actually, I've wanted to say this for a long time."

Nan Feng released his grip, took two steps back, and looked Bibi Dong up and down, his brows furrowed and his face full of disgust:

“I noticed a big problem the first time I met you.”

"There's something wrong with your demeanor! A huge problem!"

"Too weak! Too cunning!"

Nan Feng bluntly criticized:

"As an emperor who stands above all others and holds the lifeline of all soul masters in the world, your aura should be domineering! Radiant! So powerful that one glance is enough to make people want to kneel and worship, and dare not look you in the eye!"

"But what about you?"

"Cold! Dark! Spooky!"

"Like a petty person who hides in the gutter all year round, only good at sneaking around and plotting! Completely lacking the fierce and domineering aura of someone who reigns supreme!"

"This directly resulted in your Killing God Domain being extremely weak!"

"The true domain of the God of Slaughter is a place where, once the aura is unleashed, mountains of corpses and seas of blood appear, and thousands of troops tremble in fear! And yours? It's just for scaring little kids."

"Dong'er, what are you afraid of?"

Nan Feng suddenly moved closer to her, his eyes burning with passion:

"Afraid of losing? Afraid of dying? Or afraid of those outdated relics?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"Take life and death lightly, if you're not convinced, then fight!"

"Whoever dares to disobey, crush them! Whoever dares to block your way, kick them aside!"

"This is how a pope should be!"

"..."

Nan Feng looked at Bibi Dong's eyes, which, though tinged with a hint of fighting spirit, still concealed deep worry, and did not press her any further.

He knew in his heart that changing one's mindset was not something that could be done overnight.

For the past ten years or so, she lived in the shadow of Qian Xunji, in the nightmare of the secret room.

To survive and to seek revenge, she learned to be patient, to be meticulous in her calculations, and to envelop herself in a cold, calculating shell.

This survival logic, honed under prolonged high pressure, is ingrained in her very being.

She was used to planning carefully before acting, and to having a backup plan for every possible escape route.

Right now, she's like a gambler who has just won a huge bet. Although she has chips in her hand, she's still afraid of losing everything and doesn't dare to go all in again.

Because she had lost, lost miserably, and that was a lifelong pain for her.

"Take your time."

Nan Feng sighed inwardly.

Even the sharpest sword needs to be sharpened after it has been rusted for a long time.

He has plenty of time and enough patience.

Looking at the sky outside, the sun was shining brightly.

"Alright, I'm hungry now after talking so much."

Nan Feng patted Bibi Dong on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the side hall, returning to the deathly silent main hall.

He stood on the high platform, looking down at the group of bishops who were still writing furiously, and waved his hand lazily:

"Alright, everyone stop writing."

"It's lunch break now. Go eat and give your brains a rest."

"See you here in an hour. Don't be late."

"If you're late..."

Nan Feng's lips curled slightly, without mentioning the consequences, but that chilling smile sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

"Yes! I will obey Your Majesty's decree!!"

The bishops, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, bowed and took their leave, fleeing the oppressive atmosphere of the sanctuary as if they were escaping.

Seeing that everyone had left, Nan Feng didn't try to hide anything, directly took Bibi Dong's hand, and swaggered out of the hall.

"Come on, I'll take you to a nice place to eat. This hall is so gloomy, it makes me want to vomit."

Bibi Dong struggled for a moment but couldn't break free, so she let him be.

Thus, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded within the Spirit Hall—two identical popes walked hand in hand side by side down the corridor.

Along the way, the guards and maids who passed by had heard rumors and were mentally prepared, but when they saw this scene with their own eyes, they were all so frightened that their eyes trembled and they could only keep their heads down, not daring to look at it for long.

This is exactly the effect Nanfeng wanted.

Whether it's a clone or twins, once people get used to it, even if this volatile clone does something outrageous or kills someone it shouldn't...

People would subconsciously think: Oh, that was done by a clone, what does it have to do with that noble and holy Pope?

His Holiness the Pope is innocent and merciful.

Let that madman's alter ego take the blame for all the dirty and tiring work.

……

The Imperial Garden.

Nan Feng had already instructed people to prepare lunch here. The exquisite dishes were laid out on the stone table in the pavilion, and a gentle breeze carried the fragrance of flowers, making it much more appetizing than the lifeless government office.

however.

As soon as Nan Feng and Bibi Dong stepped into the garden, they stopped in their tracks.

Beside the pavilion, a small golden figure stood quietly, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

A thousand feet of snow.

Upon seeing two "Bibi Dongs" appear at the same time, Qian Renxue's small body visibly stiffened.

Her pale golden eyes swept back and forth between the two of them.

The one on the left has an indifferent expression and cold, deep eyes. Even just standing there quietly, he exudes an aura of authority and aloofness that makes people afraid to approach him.

That was her familiar "mother," but also the Pope she feared.

The one on the right, although he has the same face, stands casually, even somewhat lazily, with a nonchalant smile on his lips. His eyes don't have that biting coldness; instead, they exude a familiar... "evil" quality.

That's the person who made her a mixed stew yesterday, called her an idiot, yet made her call him "teacher."

Qian Renxue's gaze lingered on the cold Bibi Dong for a moment, a complex mix of emotions flashing in her eyes, but more so a timidity born of long-term neglect.

Then, she took a deep breath, turned to look at Nan Feng, a sweet smile appearing on her face, and called out in a clear, crisp voice:

"teacher!"

That "teacher" was called out naturally and affectionately.

In Qian Renxue's heart, although she still longed for her blood-related real mother to hug her, she also knew clearly that it was a pipe dream.

The "teacher" in front of her, although he said she was a monster and a parasite, would cook for her, scold her to wake her up, and make her stay.

This is enough.

Even if it's a substitute, even if it's self-deception, she's willing to hold onto this sliver of warmth.

Humans are creatures that always seek advantage and avoid harm, and children are no exception.