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Chapter 57 This is Love
Chapter 57 This is Love
Time slips through our fingers like sand through our fingers, slowly passing by on this silent and desolate mountaintop.
As the sun set, it dyed the clouds on the horizon a blood-red hue and gilded the ancient stone fortress with a poignant golden light.
Tang Yuehua sat in Nan Feng's lap with her head down, her body stiff as a stone. This torment was not just physical discomfort, but also a form of mental torture.
She wondered what expressions her brother and the tribe would have when they arrived and saw this scene. What would their feelings be?
Shame, guilt, despair—all these emotions intertwined, making her wish she could disappear into the ground.
Meanwhile, in the sea of the spirit, an even more intense dialogue is underway.
"Nanfeng, let her go."
Bibi Dong's voice was cold, revealing obvious displeasure. "There are only the two of us here. Do you need to keep such a close watch on us all the time?"
"I won't let go."
Nan Feng lazily replied, "What if it runs away? This is my talisman."
"run?"
Bibi Dong laughed angrily, "Tang Yuehua doesn't even have level ten soul power. On this cliff hundreds of meters high, right under your nose, a titled Douluo, where could she run to? Jump off the cliff?"
"That's hard to say."
Nan Feng spoke nonsense with a straight face, "Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. Besides, she's not just a hostage; she's the key bargaining chip in this negotiation."
"Think about it, if these thousands of people from the Haotian Sect are to live in seclusion here, who will take care of their food, drink, and basic needs? Who will provide supplies? Won't they have to rely on the connections and channels that Tang Yuehua has cultivated in this Yuexuan over the years?"
"If something goes wrong with Tang Yuehua, their so-called retreat from the world will be a joke. Are thousands of people supposed to hide in the mountains and starve?"
"Therefore, we must keep her firmly under our control, and ideally make her completely dependent on me, only then can this game be considered won."
Bibi Dong remained silent for a moment.
Although Nan Feng's reasons sounded plausible, she always felt that this guy was just taking advantage of the situation.
However, that's not the focus right now.
"Nanfeng".
Bibi Dong suddenly spoke, her tone becoming serious and earnest, "There's a question that's been on my mind for a long time."
"
"Hmm? I loved you." Nan Feng replied casually.
"Get lost! Let's get down to business!"
Bibi Dong cursed irritably, then said seriously, "Since this expedition, your style of doing things has changed drastically. So drastic that I feel—it's like you've become a completely different person."
"Back in Spirit City, you were insane, cold-blooded, and ruthless. You treated the Spirit Masters of the Spirit Hall as mere expendable resources, and even told me that as long as you threw them into the battlefield to die, you didn't care about the casualties at all."
"At that time, your attitude towards the Haotian Sect was one of utter annihilation, and you even wanted to destroy the three upper sects."
"But, ever since the war actually started—"
Bibi Dong paused for a moment, then listed them one by one: "When attacking the Min clan, although you used swift and decisive methods, you ultimately requested that they be captured alive as much as possible to minimize the killing."
"In the battle against the Power Clan, you unleashed such a terrifying Netherworld of Death, but I could sense that you didn't actually kill those low-level Soul Masters. You were more about intimidating them and forcing them to collapse."
"Until now————"
"You left the main force of the Spirit Hall to Demon Bear and his men as a ceremonial guard at the Clear Sky Sect, letting them drift safely. But you took me and risked your life, even coming here alone to intercept the main force of the Clear Sky Sect."
"Moreover, their attitude towards the Haotian Sect has changed from the initial determination to kill them to the current strategy of recruiting them as allies."
"From the very beginning, they remained firmly in the rear, letting everyone else fight their way up while they reaped the benefits."
"Now he does everything himself, always rushing to the front, while protecting the cannon fodder behind him."
Bibi Dong asked, "Isn't this contrast a bit too much? What are you thinking?"
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Nan Feng remained silent for a long time in the sea of his spirit.
Then, a long sigh filled with helplessness and resentment rang out.
"well----"
"Little Dongdong, do you think I wanted this?"
Nan Feng's voice turned somewhat agitated, "Do you think I wanted to go through all this trouble? Do you think I wanted to risk my life and come here alone to play this 'empty city stratagem'?"
"Isn't it all because of you?!"
"Because of me?" Bibi Dong was taken aback.
"nonsense!"
Nan Feng said irritably, "There's clearly a simplest, most efficient, and safest shortcut right in front of us—use Qian Renxue!"
"As long as you're willing to lower your head and get along with that girl, you can take advantage of her status and her longing for maternal love."
"That old bastard Qian Daoliu will treat you like his own daughter! Those old fogies in the Offering Hall, all those Golden Crocodiles and Azure Phoenixes, will all become the sharpest knives in your hands!"
"When the time comes, we'll have the manpower and the power. We can simply lead the elite contingent from the Hall of Offerings to sweep through the Haotian Sect. Why would I need to waste my time here scheming, trying to sow discord, win over, or put on an act?"
"But what about it?"
Nan Feng snorted coldly, "You fucking don't want to?!"
"Not only are you unwilling to use her, you don't even want to see her, and you won't even let me mention her!"
"You've personally blocked that shortcut to the pinnacle of power!"
"What can I do? I'm fucking desperate!"
"Since the elite route is blocked, and since you've blocked the path to directly control the core power of the Spirit Hall..."
"Then I'll have to find another way."
"I have no choice but to take the mass line and use a large number of people."
"I must preserve the lower and middle-level Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall, because that is the only foundation we can truly control in the future."
"I must win over the Haotian Sect because I need their strength to make up for the gap between us and the Hall of Offerings in high-end combat power."
"I have to get involved myself, I have to do everything personally, because those elders simply don't listen to me!"
"Do you think I want to be this tired? Do you think I want to take risks?"
Nan Feng pointed at Bibi Dong's nose in the sea of consciousness: "All this trouble, all this risk, ultimately comes down to your pretentious unwillingness!"
"And now you're asking me why I've changed?"
"Isn't that infuriating?!"
In the sea of the spirit, the air seemed to freeze.
Bibi Dong stared at the purple light and shadow that was raging and cursing in the mental world, and fell into a long silence.
For her?
wrong.
The old spider made it very clear from the beginning that he was doing it for himself, to survive, and to become a god.
But that's not right either.
If his only goal was to become a god, the power struggles within the Spirit Hall would be a meaningless burden for him.
He had even said before that at worst, they could just ruin the Spirit Hall, then everyone could pack up and leave, find a place to hide and cultivate, or go directly to the City of Slaughter.
He didn't care about the fate of the Spirit Hall or the Pope's authority at all.
But----
If you don't care, why go to all the trouble to help her secure this position?
Why did he not give up after she rejected the simplest "shortcut"? Instead, he risked his life to devise a more complex, dangerous plan that even required him to personally lead the charge?
He was complaining, cursing, and venting his dissatisfaction.
But what he did was genuinely help her fill the gaps and help her carve out her own path in the perilous Spirit Hall.
"Nanfeng".
Bibi Dong suddenly spoke, her voice less cold and hard, and more inquisitive and confused: "I don't understand."
"You are clearly a soul beast, yet you understand human nature and scheming better than humans; you are only focused on becoming a god and regard all living beings as worthless, yet you are getting deeper and deeper into this mess."
"You say you don't care, that you'll treat the Spirit Hall like a game. But what you're doing now—"
Why?
Bibi Dong stared directly at the purple figure: "Since you think I'm stupid, since you think I'm hopeless, why don't you just control my body, or force me to submit?"
"Given your despicable and vile nature, I believe you have a way."
"You definitely have a way to achieve your goals without cooperating, and even force me to cooperate with you, just like when I wanted to kill Qian Xunji before."
"But why do you scold me while simultaneously—indulging me?"
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Nan Feng stopped in his tracks.
He turned his back to Bibi Dong and remained silent for a long time.
Suddenly, he moved.
He didn't answer, but instead lunged forward, knocking Bibi Dong's consciousness to the illusory ground.
The two locked eyes, so close they could almost feel the vibrations in each other's souls.
Nan Feng's eyes changed, becoming deep and gentle.
Why?
"because----"
"This is love."
Bibi Dong's pupils contracted sharply, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.
For a moment, she was truly in a daze.
That look in her eyes, that tone of voice—it was all so real. It made her instinctively want to escape, to avoid those eyes that seemed to see right through her soul.
It was a long-lost, unfamiliar, and frightening thrill.
but----
It only lasted for a moment.
Bibi Dong's eyes regained their clarity, even carrying a hint of annoyance and coldness.
"roll!!"
She suddenly waved her hand, and a mental shock shoved Nan Feng away.
"If it were before, I might have actually believed that reason."
Bibi Dong stood up, coldly looking at Nan Feng, who still wore an indifferent smile after being pushed away: "But ever since I found out that your feelings for Qian Renxue were just an act, a scheme—"
"I no longer believe that you, an old spider, possess human emotions!"
"Everything about you is fake! Your anger, your helplessness, even your current affection—it's all fake!"
"I simply can't believe you!"
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, her voice filled with deep apprehension: "Because I don't know if this is yet another trap you've set for me, yet another scheme!"
"in this regard----"
Bibi Dong took a deep breath. "Whether I like it or not, I can't outsmart you, you old spider!"
Nan Feng was not angry at Bibi Dong's blunt and even aggressive suspicion.
Instead, he laughed.
He smiled exceptionally brightly, even with a hint of—gratification.
"it is good."
Nan Feng dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes, stood up, and looked at Bibi Dong with admiration in his eyes: "If you had believed me just now, I would have been very happy."
"Because that at least shows that you're starting to trust me, and our working relationship has taken a step further."
"But----"
Nan Feng changed the subject, his smile widening: "I'm even happier that you don't believe me."
"Because it shows that you've really grown up, little Dongdong."
"You've truly become more cautious. You're no longer easily swayed by emotions like someone with a love-struck mind, and you're no longer easily controlled by other people's feelings."
"These are the qualities a qualified pope should possess, and a powerful individual who wants to control their own destiny."
Nan Feng slowly walked up to Bibi Dong, extended a finger, and gently touched her brow: "However, you'd better remember one thing."
"Since you've made your choice, since you've acted so cautiously, so rationally, even so ruthlessly towards me—"
"Then I hope you can maintain this rationality when you're dealing with other people."
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