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

The Papal Palace, the sleeping quarters.

In front of the enormous floor-length mirror, Bibi Dong opened her arms, allowing two maids to carefully dress her in the gleaming gold robe that symbolized the Pope's supreme power.

The woman in the mirror is elegant, graceful, and dignified.

But at this moment, a hint of anxiety was hard to hide in those purple eyes.

There was only one hour left before the afternoon conference began.

"call……"

Bibi Dong looked at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and waved her hand to dismiss the maids.

After the bystanders had left, she turned around and looked at Nan Feng, who was leaning against the soft couch, toying with an apple in his hand, her brows furrowed.

Are you really sure?

"Nan Feng, you need to understand, those who came today are not those low-level soul masters who have never seen the world, nor are they those hotheads who can be fooled into going to their deaths with just a few slogans."

"Those are the sect leaders of the seven major sects, special envoys of the two great empires, and those cunning cardinals from the Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong's voice was filled with deep doubt:

“Especially Ning Fengzhi, that old fox has a very sharp eye for people, and Yu Yuanzhen, that stubborn old man.”

"Do your tactics of stirring up emotions really work on them?"

"They won't get excited by a few righteous words; they only care about interests and logic."

"If they see through our act, if they see through the fact that the Clear Sky Sect is actually a powder keg that could explode at any moment..."

"Then we'll be handing them a handle. At that point, forget about subduing the Clear Sky Sect; the Spirit Hall's prestige will be completely ruined!"

Seeing Bibi Dong's alarmed expression, Nan Feng took a bite of his apple and mumbled:

"What? Still angry?"

He casually tossed the apple aside, stood up, moved closer to Bibi Dong, and grinned as he tried to put his arm around her waist.

"It's been three days, and you still have that long face? If you keep frowning, you'll get wrinkles, and then you won't look good."

"Snapped!"

Bibi Dong slapped his hand away without hesitation and glared at him fiercely:

"I'm talking to you about serious business!"

"Don't try to be all joking with me! If we mess this up today, we're both finished!"

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business, let's get down to business."

Nan Feng withdrew his hand, not annoyed, but the smile on his face faded slightly.

"Dong'er, you're just too tense."

"What you're worried about is that smart people are hard to fool, right?"

"But, quite the opposite."

Nan Feng walked behind her and looked at their overlapping reflections in the mirror.

"In this world, the people who are most easily fooled are often those who think they are clever."

"Why?" Bibi Dong asked, puzzled.

"Because fools see only the surface, while smart people... like to fill in the gaps in their imagination."

Nan Feng extended his finger and gently tapped Bibi Dong's temple:

"For those low-level Soul Masters, I do need to use emotional speeches to stir their emotions."

"But for someone as shrewd as Ning Fengzhi, I don't even need to say anything more."

"As long as I present the Haotian Sect as a dish, as long as they see that Tang Xiao, that arrogant sect leader, has lowered his head."

"They'll start working their brains like crazy to come up with a reasonable explanation for me."

“They will never believe that Tang Xiao is genuinely surrendering. They will think that there must be a shocking conspiracy involved, and that there must be something fatal to him.”

“They will scare themselves and imagine our methods to be unfathomable.”

"What I need to do is go with the flow and maintain that mystery and dominance."

"The less I explain, the more unfathomable they think I am; the more arrogant I am, the more they think I have many tricks up my sleeve."

Nanfeng whispered in Bibi Dong's ear:

"Fear stems from the unknown."

“As long as they can’t see through it, they won’t dare to move. As long as they don’t dare to move, then I can keep things under control.”

Bibi Dong looked at the confident-looking bastard in the mirror, who seemed to have the world under his thumb.

Although reason told her that this was a huge gamble, a tightrope walk.

But things have come to this point, the arrow is on the bowstring, and there's no turning back.

"……call."

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, exhaled a long breath, and when she opened her eyes again, the hesitation in her eyes had been replaced by determination.

"Let's try anything, even if it's a dead horse."

She turned around, reached out, and straightened Nan Feng's collar, her tone cold and serious:

"Nanfeng, I've staked everything on you."

"If I mess this up, if I become a laughingstock in the world of Soul Masters..."

Even if it means death, I'll drag you down to hell with me.

Upon hearing this, Nan Feng launched another surprise attack and hugged Bibi Dong.

"rest assured."

"We've been to places like hell long ago."

"Nowadays……"

"It will take you to the clouds."

……

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The melodious chimes echoed over Wuhun City, startling a flock of birds into flight.

The large square in front of the Papal Palace was now packed with people, yet so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The seven major sects, the two imperial delegations, the high-ranking officials of the Spirit Hall… the most powerful and influential people on this continent have all gathered here. But their faces do not show the ease of a gathering; instead, they all have solemn expressions, and their gazes drift intentionally or unintentionally toward the empty platform in the center of the square.

There, the papal throne, a symbol of supreme power, is placed.

Below the high platform, Ning Fengzhi sat upright in his seat at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, his gaze calmly sweeping over his surroundings. He could sense that the representatives of the smaller sects around him held both awe for this grand event and, more importantly, confusion and unease about the future.

Across from him, in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's seats, Yu Yuanzhen wore an arrogant expression, his body crackling with lightning, clearly impatient with the occasion. Beside him, the second-in-command, Yu Luomian, kept his head down, lost in thought.

As for the Haotian Sect...

Ning Fengzhi's gaze shifted to that most special spot.

Tang Xiao sat there expressionless, while the four elders behind him bowed their heads, looking like wilted eggplants.

The scrutinizing or mocking glances from those around them made them feel like they were sitting on pins and needles, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

If it weren't for Bibi Dong's strict orders, they would never have come to this shameful place!

"Rumble..."

Just then, the heavy, gilded doors of the Papal Palace slowly opened amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd.

An invisible pressure swept across the entire area as the door opened.

"Welcome, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Two rows of Templar warriors clad in silver armor shouted in unison, their voices deafening.

Surrounded by two platinum bishops and ten cardinals, and flanked by Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, a figure dressed in a purple-gold robe slowly walked out.

Bibi Dong (Nan Feng) held a scepter and walked with ease.

This time, no one dared to look down on her.

Those old men who had once looked down on her because of her youth and because she was a woman now looked at the slowly approaching figure with deep fear and awe in their eyes.

Because this woman, in just one month, utterly annihilated the Haotian Sect, forcing the number one sect in the world to bow down and submit!

This is a wolf in sheep's clothing!

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!!"

As Bibi Dong stepped onto the high platform, tens of thousands of Spirit Masters from the Spirit Hall knelt down in unison, their deafening roar echoing like a tsunami.

Although the representatives of the seven major sects did not kneel, they all stood up and bowed slightly in greeting.

Nan Feng stood in the center of the high platform, but did not immediately tell everyone to rise.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping unabashedly over everyone in the audience, from Ning Fengzhi's refined demeanor to Yu Yuanzhen's irritability, then to the Golden Crocodile Douluo's gloom, finally settling on Tang Xiao's ashen face.

"Gentlemen, please rise."

Nan Feng's voice wasn't loud, but with the support of his soul power, it resonated like a great bell, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Even after everyone had taken their seats, the atmosphere in the square remained as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

Nan Feng stood on the high platform, leaning on his scepter with one hand, his eyes blazing as he surveyed the entire scene.

"I am deeply honored that you have traveled from afar. On behalf of the Spirit Hall, I would like to extend my warmest welcome to you all."

After a few perfunctory pleasantries, Nan Feng abruptly changed the subject, his smile gradually fading and replaced by a chilling seriousness.

"Of course, I also know that everyone has taken time out of their busy schedules to come here, not to listen to my nonsense."

"You've come for an answer."

"An answer about the Spirit Hall, the Clear Sky Sect, the death of the former Pope, and... the future of the Soul Master world."

Nan Feng slowly paced around, "I believe everyone here is very curious."