69novels Chapter 53 Tang Yuehua: What are you going to do?!
Chapter 53 Tang Yuehua: What are you going to do?!
Chapter 53 Tang Yuehua: What are you going to do?!
Tang Yuehua's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up sharply at Bibi Dong.
"The rings exploded—"
Nan Feng sighed, his tone tinged with both admiration and regret, "I must say, the Great Sumeru Hammer of the Clear Sky Sect is indeed domineering. A newly promoted Title Douluo was actually able to severely injure three Title Douluos from my Spirit Hall by using the Ring Explosion technique, and even hammered that good-for-nothing Qian Xunji to death."
"But, Madam Yue, you should know the cost of this move better than I do, right?"
Nan Feng stared at Tang Yuehua's increasingly pale face: "This kind of unconventional technique must have terrifying aftereffects. Right now, Tang Hao probably can't even muster any soul power, right?"
"you say----"
Nan Feng leaned forward, staring intently into Tang Yuehua's eyes, and said, word by word, "If it were the Grand Elder of my Spirit Hall, the one known as the invincible Qian Daoliu, he would personally be chasing after him right now—"
"That half-dead Tang Hao—"
"Can he still live?"
"boom!!"
Tang Yuehua felt a loud bang in her head, and the teacup in her hand finally slipped from her grasp and shattered with a "crack".
A thousand streams?!
He was an unparalleled powerhouse from the same era as her grandfather, Tang Chen! He was the true pillar of the Spirit Hall!
"He—how could he—" Tang Yuehua's lips trembled, her voice filled with fear.
"Why would you make a move?" Nan Feng laughed. "Madam Yue, have you forgotten? Tang Hao killed his own son!"
"It's the Pope of the Spirit Hall!"
"The white-haired bury the black-haired, the old lose their son—"
"What grief! What hatred!"
"Do you think, given Qian Daoliu's personality, he would let his son's killer go unpunished?"
Nan Feng leaned forward slightly, looking at Tang Yuehua who was completely flustered, and revealed a cruel smile: "Madam Yue, let's play a riddle."
"How many more times do you think Tang Hao can detonate the rings now?"
"Guess again—"
"Was it me who found that rat hole first and wiped out your entire tribe?"
"Should Qian Daoliu find Tang Hao first and tear him to pieces?"
Or perhaps—
Nan Feng extended two fingers and gently pinched them together: "Both—occurring simultaneously?"
—"
Tang Yuehua panicked completely, but she still forced herself to stay calm.
Even if Qian Daoliu personally intervened, how could he possibly know Tang Hao's whereabouts?
This woman is using psychological tactics! She can't panic!
The Haotian Sect's ancestral territory is extremely well-hidden; there's absolutely no way this woman can be found!
Inside the private room, the previously ambiguous atmosphere instantly turned tense, and then slid into a suffocating sense of oppression.
Ignoring the fear in Tang Yuehua's eyes, Nan Feng suddenly lifted the elegant and noble master of the hall by the waist and strode towards the soft couch on the inside of the room.
"Ah! What are you doing?!"
Tang Yuehua screamed and struggled desperately, but her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree in the face of the power of a Title Douluo.
"Nan Feng!! Get up right now!!"
Within the sea of consciousness, Bibi Dong witnessed this utterly shameful scene and nearly lost her temper on the spot. "Are you insane?! What do you think you're doing?! I'm the Pope! Not a womanizer!!"
"Shut up and watch."
Nan Feng coldly replied in his heart, then threw Tang Yuehua heavily onto the soft bed, pressed himself down on her, and held her shoulders firmly beneath him.
The two were nose to nose, and their breaths could be heard.
"You—" Tang Yuehua's face turned red, her eyes filled with shame, anger and fear. She wanted to shout, but Nan Feng's cold gaze silenced her.
"I know what you're thinking."
Nan Feng stared into her eyes, his voice low and hoarse.
"You're gambling."
"You're betting that Qian Daoliu won't find Tang Hao, and you're betting that the Spirit Hall won't find that rat hole in the Clear Sky Sect."
"But Yuehua, do you really think we can win this gamble?"
"I'm not sure if Qian Daoliu can find Tang Hao, after all, he's just a rat that only knows how to hide in the gutter."
"But----"
"With the Spirit Hall's spies all over the world, plus the fact that we've already pinpointed the approximate location, do you think it would be difficult to find a valley within a 500-mile radius of Heaven Dou City that can accommodate several thousand people, and is strategically located and easy to defend?"
Stop deceiving yourself.
Nan Feng's fingers gently traced Tang Yuehua's trembling cheek: "Even for a few thousand pigs, the amount they eat, drink, and excrete every day is astronomical, let alone for a few thousand living people?"
"The flow of supplies, the movement of people, and even the unusual behavior of the surrounding spirit beasts—these are all clues."
"Whether it can be found is only a matter of time."
"One month? Two months?"
"When the Spirit Hall's army has surveyed every inch of the land, do you think your so-called top-secret base will still be able to remain hidden?"
Tang Yuehua's face turned deathly pale instantly, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
She knew he was right.
The survival needs of several thousand people cannot be completely concealed. As long as the Spirit Hall is willing to spend a lot of money to find them, it's only a matter of time before they are exposed.
"So what?!"
Tang Yuehua gritted her teeth, clinging to her last breath, "The Haotian Sect has already retired! They've expelled Tang Hao from the sect! We've already made the biggest concessions!"
"If the Spirit Hall intends to exterminate us all, aren't they afraid of incurring public wrath?!"
"The three upper clans are of the same bloodline! This isn't something said to the dead!"
"If we are driven to a dead end, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School will never stand idly by! They understand the principle of 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold'!"
"Even if our Clear Sky Sect can't defeat you, if the three sects join forces, plus the Heaven Dou Royal Family—your Spirit Hall won't have an easy time either!!"
"Slap, slap, slap."
Nan Feng actually released one hand and clapped lightly a few times.
"Well said, that makes a lot of sense."
"Indeed, if the Spirit Hall were to launch an attack without a legitimate reason and insist on destroying the Clear Sky Sect, which has already surrendered, it would indeed force all the spirit master forces in the world to rebel, and might even lead to a deadly alliance between the two great empires and the three upper sects."
"That would indeed be a big problem for the Spirit Hall."
At this point, Nan Feng suddenly lowered his head and looked into her eyes.
"But, Moonlight—"
"Shouldn't all of this be based on the premise that the Haotian Sect truly secludes itself from the world and truly expel that sinner Tang Hao from the sect?"
Tang Yuehua's pupils suddenly contracted, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.
"What do you mean?"
"It means—"
Nan Feng leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, yet it sent a chill down her spine: "What if we find Tang Hao in the Haotian Sect's secret relocation team?"
"What if we find the murderer of the former pope among that group of elderly, women, and children?"
"What if the Haotian Sect openly expels Tang Hao, but in reality is secretly protecting and transferring this criminal?"
Tang Yuehua's pupils dilated instantly, and her face turned ashen.
"You—you're trying to frame me?!"
"Framed? No, no, no, this is called conclusive evidence."
Nan Feng chuckled, "As long as everyone is dead, and as long as Tang Hao shows up, that's irrefutable evidence!"
"At that time, the Clear Sky Sect will be seen as deceiving the entire world! As harboring serious criminals! As making enemies of the Spirit Hall!"
"At that time, the moral high ground will be in our hands!"
"Do you think Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and that old dragon Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus, would do this for someone who's full of lies?"
"A sect that harbors criminals, are you going to fight the powerful and justified Spirit Hall to the death?"
"They'll just stay far away to avoid suspicion!"
Tang Yuehua was utterly desperate.
This is a complete dead end!
Regardless of whether Tang Hao is present or not, as long as the Spirit Hall claims he is, and as long as the Spirit Hall produces "evidence," the Clear Sky Sect will be unable to clear its name even if it jumps into the Yellow River!
"You—you're so cruel—" Tang Yuehua shed tears of despair.
"poison?"
Nan Feng shook his head, reached out and wiped away her tears, his movements as gentle as a lover's, but his words were as cold as a devil's: "I don't deny that once the Clear Sky Sect is destroyed, the remaining forces will definitely band together for mutual support and be wary of the Spirit Hall."
"But what does that have to do with the Clear Sky Sect?"
"By then, the Haotian Sect was already gone."
"Even if the whole world hates and fears the Spirit Hall, so what?"
"Ten years, twenty years, fifty years — or one hundred years."
Nan Feng's gaze deepened and became distant: "Time will erode everything. Hatred, fear, and so on."
"In a few decades, when the new generation of Soul Masters grows up, they will only remember the power and glory of the Spirit Hall."
"As for the Haotian Sect?"
"They will only become a cold line of text in history books, a topic of conversation over tea, or even be completely forgotten."
"Like now, how many people still remember those sects from a thousand years ago?"
These words were like a heavy hammer, shattering the last glimmer of hope in Tang Yuehua's heart.
Forgetting.
This is an ending more terrifying than death.
Looking at the beautiful woman before her, she felt as if she were looking at a demon in human skin.
She has calculated human nature, the ways of the world, and the hearts of men to the extreme!
"What—what exactly do you want—"
Tang Yuehua finally broke down, two lines of tears sliding down her cheeks, her voice filled with endless despair and pleading.
"tell me."
Nan Feng bent down again, gently wiping away her tears, his voice becoming incredibly seductive: "Where—is that place?"
"Just tell me, and I can make you a promise."
"I will not kill the old, weak, women and children, and I can even preserve the Haotian Sect's flame."
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