69novels Chapter 31 Nan Feng: Yu Xiaogang is a piece of shit
Chapter 31 Nan Feng: Yu Xiaogang is a piece of shit
Chapter 31 Nan Feng: Yu Xiaogang is a piece of shit
The palace was in complete disarray.
Bibi Dong slumped to the ground, her purple nightgown spread out like a withered petal. Her eyes were vacant, her tears dried, leaving only exhaustion and bewilderment on her face.
Why say all this?
Bibi Dong's voice was hoarse, "They trampled my last shred of dignity underfoot, exposed my ugliest scars, and forced me to confront that foolish version of myself—"
"Is this your purpose, Nan Feng?"
"Just to—mock me?"
"laugh at?"
Within the sea of consciousness, Nan Feng's voice became unusually calm, even somewhat cold, "I have neither the leisure nor the interest."
"Bibi Dong, you need to understand one thing."
"Now, we're in the same boat, a symbiotic relationship where we share both prosperity and ruin. If you lose your mind, I'll be finished too."
"And these so-called scars, these so-called pasts, are your greatest weakness, and the biggest hole in our ship!"
"Qian Xunji is dead, but he haunts you like a ghost, keeping you living in the past. And that cowardly and incompetent Yu Xiaogang has become the only white moonlight in your heart? The last glimmer of light for you to fight against the darkness?"
"This is ridiculous and dangerous."
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth: "My affairs are none of your business."
"You don't need me to handle this?"
Nan Feng sneered, "You think I want to interfere? You and I both know how terrifying the Rakshasa Secret Realm is. That place is a madman factory. It will constantly amplify your inner obsessions, push your rationality to its limits, and try to turn you into a madman who only knows how to kill and destroy."
"I admit that your hatred for Qian Xunji is very strong, strong enough to be a pillar of strength, allowing you to maintain your self-respect amidst the onslaught of those evil thoughts."
"but!"
Nan Feng suddenly moved closer to Bibi Dong's consciousness, staring directly into her eyes: "The more you rely on this hatred, the tighter it will bind you!"
"If you hate a dead person, if you hate your past, you'll be forever trapped in that dark, secret room, never able to escape!"
How far can someone go who can't look forward and only dwells on past pain?
"What's even more terrifying is—"
Nan Feng pointed to Bibi Dong's heart, "The Rakshasa Secret Realm is best at exploiting human weaknesses."
It will amplify your obsessions and distort your perception.
"If you don't think this through, if you don't completely bury that foolish part of yourself."
"Under the constant erosion of those evil thoughts, your hatred for Qian Xunji will grow increasingly frenzied, eventually turning you into a monster who will stop at nothing to seek revenge."
"At the same time, your ridiculous love for Yu Xiaogang will be infinitely glorified and elevated!"
"You will start to hypnotize yourself, you will imagine that cowardly man who ran away back then as a helpless and tragic hero, and imagine his pitiful talent as an amazing wisdom."
"You'll imagine him as the most perfect, most affectionate, and most helpless victim in the world. You'll romanticize that naive love from back then into an epic, earth-shattering romance!"
Even if that guy is actually just a piece of useless trash, a stinking pile of shit!
"You would treat it like a precious gem, even willing to destroy everything for it!"
"I----"
Bibi Dong's pupils contracted, and she subconsciously wanted to refute, but found herself feeling somewhat guilty.
Because—Nan Feng is right.
Over the years, as her hatred deepened, her longing for Yu Xiaogang indeed grew stronger.
Whenever the night is quiet, she would recall the beautiful memories of the past over and over again, and even embellish Yu Xiaogang's image in her mind, making excuses for his cowardice and reasons for his incompetence.
Is this normal?
She used to think it was normal; she thought it was love.
But now that Nan Feng said that—
"I can't stand this!"
Nan Feng waved his hand dismissively. "I went to great lengths to crawl out of that godforsaken place, Death Canyon, to scheme against you, to scheme against Qian Xunji, and to help you seize the papacy. What was it all for?"
"It's to become a god! It's to control my own destiny! It's to stand at the pinnacle of this world!"
"In the Valley of Death, I am the sole ruler. In the human world, I will be the supreme Pope."
"Even in the realm of gods, I would never be someone's servant!"
"What I want is absolute freedom, a power that transcends everything!"
"And look at the state you're in now—"
Nan Feng retorted mercilessly, "If you don't untangle these knots in your heart, if you don't cut away that rotten flesh, the hatred you rely on now will become your greatest inner demon in the future, the biggest stumbling block on your path to godhood!"
"This is all you'll ever see in your life!"
"Even if you really become a Rakshasa god, it's just that you've moved to a bigger secret chamber and will continue to be a mad dog filled with resentment!"
"Would you be willing to be a dog?"
Bibi Dong stared blankly at Nan Feng, listening to his resounding question.
Are you willing?
Of course not!
Bibi Dong was born proud. Even if she fell into the mud, she would be the most poisonous poppy and would never beg for mercy from anyone!
"call----"
After a long while, Bibi Dong exhaled a long breath and raised her hand to wipe away the undried tear stains on her cheeks.
Even if everything you say is true, even if you're trying to bring me to my senses—
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and said, enunciating each word clearly, "But that still doesn't change the fact that you're a despicable, vile, and disgusting bastard!"
"You must feel smug knowing you're using my scars as weapons to attack me, watching me cry in pain?"
"Proud? Not at all."
In the sea of his mind, Nan Feng shrugged, looking completely indifferent. "As for being despicable and vile—this is just the beginning. In the days to come, you will see me resort to even more unscrupulous means, and witness my even more disgusting side."
"Just like today during the day."
Nan Feng pointed outside, "I did everything I could to incite those Soul Masters in the plaza, stirring up their greed and arousing the elders' bloodlust. Did you think I did it for the glory of the Spirit Hall? To avenge Qian Xunji?"
"Stop joking."
"I just wanted to get them moving, to turn them into knives in my hands."
"As for whether this knife will become dull, and how many of those who are howling and charging towards the Haotian Sect will die, those are not within my consideration."
"No matter how loudly they shout their slogans, they are all fighting for their own desires, for wealth and glory. If they win, they will be rewarded; if they lose, it's because they are incompetent."
Bibi Dong frowned slightly. Although she also agreed with the law of the jungle, Nan Feng's attitude of treating human life as worthless and purely as a tool still made her feel a little uneasy.
"Aren't you afraid of messing things up?" Bibi Dong said coldly. "Launching a war so hastily, without even a detailed follow-up plan. What if something unexpected happens—"
"What kind of perfect plan is there?" Nanfeng interrupted her.
What is the most important thing for success?
Is it a flawless plan? Or meticulous preparation? Or perhaps everything is ready except for the final push?
"No!"
"It's about action!"
"I never like to plan things out before acting, because plans can never keep up with changes. By the time you've calculated everything, it's too late!"
"I like to get moving first."
"First, muddy the water; first, light the fire; first, overturn the table!"
"Hesitation and indecisiveness will not lead to great achievements, because the rewards and risks are always proportional. Those who are unwilling to take any risks are only fit to follow in others' footsteps and suffer in their dust; they will never achieve great success."
After listening to these unorthodox remarks, Bibi Dong remained silent for a moment, then sneered: "So, you're just a complete gambler."
"For the sake of so-called success, for the sake of so-called profit, you can push everyone onto the gambling table, even at the cost of betting the entire Spirit Hall."
"gambler?"
Nan Feng paused for a moment, then smiled, a bright and cheerful smile, as if it were the highest praise.
"Yes, you can say that."
"I am indeed a gambler."
"but----"
Nan Feng raised a finger and shook it gently, a glint of shrewdness and cunning flashing in his eyes: "You're wrong about one thing."
"Although I enjoy gambling, I never gamble with my life."
"The chips I use are all other people's lives."
Bibi Dong frowned slightly.
"Just like when you killed Qian Xunji," Nan Feng said quietly, "You wanted nothing more than to rush in and tear him apart, but why did I stop you? Why did I force you to put on that show of maternal love and filial piety? Why did I insist on holding onto Qian Renxue as a protective talisman before I would make a move?"
"Because back then, we were the ones gambling! If we lost, we were the ones who would lose our heads!"
"I'll only place a bet if I'm 100% certain of the outcome and if there's a margin for error."
"But today is different."
Nan Feng shrugged: "Attack the Haotian Sect today, that's sending those elders and soul masters to their deaths. If they lose, they'll be the ones who die; if they win, we'll be the ones who profit."
"Why not gamble on a game where they use other people's chips to gain our own benefits?"
"Even with only a 10% chance of winning, I'd go all in!"
"Because if I lose, I don't lose out; if I win, I make a killing!"
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