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

Chapter 54 I still have to thank Tang Hao.

Chapter 54 I still have to thank Tang Hao.

"Yuehua, you must understand."

Nan Feng gently stroked Tang Yuehua's trembling shoulders. "If we have to find that place ourselves, that's not called surrender, that's called encirclement and annihilation."

"What will thousands of frightened birds do when faced with the sudden arrival of the Spirit Hall's army?"

Resist? Fight to the death?

"The Spirit Hall's Spirit Masters, after experiencing the bloody war against the Power Clan, are filled with hatred for the Clear Sky Sect. Once war breaks out, it will be a relentless massacre."

"In the chaos, swords have no eyes. Those children, those elderly—who can guarantee their safety?"

"Only if you tell me where that place is, let me go there in advance, and let me take the absolute initiative, and control the situation before the two sides make contact and before the hatred is fully ignited."

"Only in this way can we stop this pointless war."

"stop?"

Tang Yuehua gave a bitter laugh. "You want me to tell you the location in advance so you can lay a trap and extinguish the last embers of the Haotian Sect, right?"

"Extinction?"

Nan Feng looked on incredulously, "Why would I want to destroy the Haotian Sect?"

"What good does this do me?"

"I've already analyzed it for you. If the Spirit Hall were to exterminate the Clear Sky Sect, it would inevitably cause panic and banding together among all the spirit masters in the world, which would be a huge problem for the Spirit Hall."

"Moreover, killing a thousand enemies will result in eight hundred casualties on your own. Even if the Haotian Sect is in decline, it is still a tiger with teeth."

"If we really fight to the death, how many Soul Masters will my Spirit Hall lose?"

"The act of killing each other is an extremely stupid and inefficient behavior."

"Why sacrifice so many innocent people for that damned Qian Xunji, or that troublemaker Tang Hao?"

Nan Feng sighed, a hint of pity appearing in his eyes: "This war was a mistake from the very beginning; it should never have happened."

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Tang Yuehua was stunned.

She looked at the pope who had been so murderous just moments before, but now wore a compassionate expression, and was completely bewildered.

What does this woman really want?

"Destroying the Clear Sky Sect would be a heavy loss for the Spirit Hall, and it would also bring endless fear and hostility upon them. It's not worth it."

Nan Feng shrugged. "I am the Pope. I am responsible for the future of the Spirit Hall. I will not do this kind of unprofitable business."

"but----"

Nan Feng changed the subject, leaning forward again: "What if we absorbed the Haotian Sect?"

"What?!" Tang Yuehua's eyes widened.

"Think about it."

Nan Feng patiently persuaded, "If the Clear Sky Sect submits to the Spirit Hall, we'll all be one family. Since we're one family, why fight? Why have anyone die?"

"The war will end immediately, and all the bloodshed will stop."

"The number one sect in the world, combined with the number one soul master organization in the world—what a powerful alliance this is! What a glorious future this represents!"

"and----"

Nan Feng held up one finger and solemnly promised, "I can assure you that as long as the Haotian Sect is willing to submit, the name of the Haotian Sect will remain, and the legacy of the Haotian Hammer will be preserved."

"I can even reserve a seat for Tang Xiao in the Elder Hall of the Spirit Hall! So that he can still retain the dignity and status of a Title Douluo!"

"Heh—hehe—"

Tang Yuehua laughed in anger, tears streaming down her face, her laughter filled with desolation and mockery.

"Bibi Dong, don't you think what you're saying is ridiculous?"

"You killed so many of our people, forced the Grand Elder to his death, wiped out the Min clan, and crippled the Li and Po clans—"

"With all this bloodshed, you're now telling me we're family? A powerful alliance?"

"Do you think the people of our Haotian Sect are spineless?! Do you think we are pigs and dogs to be slaughtered?"

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"That's ridiculous."

Nan Feng wasn't angry; instead, he nodded, his face full of agreement.

"I also find it quite ridiculous."

"From the very beginning, I was trying my best to avoid this massacre. I gave the Haotian Sect a chance, and I gave the affiliated clans a chance."

"As long as you are willing to submit, even if only in name, we can sit down and talk."

"But what about you?"

Nan Feng sighed helplessly, "The Haotian Sect isn't cooperating; they insist on fighting me head-on. The affiliated clans aren't cooperating either; they're all determined to fight me to the death."

"What can I do? I'm desperate too."

"but!"

Nan Feng suddenly straightened up, placing his hands on either side of Tang Yuehua, his eyes sharpening like knives: "Even after such rejection and betrayal, I still insist on giving you a chance! I still have no intention of annihilating you!"

"I even went so far as to personally make this trip to Yuexuan to waste so much time talking to you!"

"Do you think I'm just bored?!"

Nan Feng's voice suddenly rose, startling Tang Yuehua so much that she trembled.

"My patience is limited, and so is the Spirit Hall's patience!"

"Yuehua, you should know better than anyone that once war starts, it's like a wild horse that can easily get out of control."

"The situation is still under my control. The Spirit Hall is still searching for people; the massacre hasn't even begun yet."

"You still have value."

Nan Feng's fingers gently traced Tang Yuehua's face: "As long as you're willing to reveal that place, that's a merit! This merit is enough to save many lives in the future new order, and even preserve the Haotian Sect's legacy!"

"But----"

Nan Feng's voice turned cold: "If we wait until my army finds that place on its own..."

"At that time, you will be worthless."

"The Haotian Sect is no longer of any value."

"Since they refuse to submit, then destruction is the only option."

"Slaughter is inevitable, and the Haotian Sect will be destroyed!"

"Do you want to see that scene?"

"Do you want to see those children who call you aunt or sister lying in pools of blood, one by one?"

Tang Yuehua trembled all over, tears blurring her vision.

She didn't want to.

Of course she didn't want to!

But—betraying the sect, betraying the clan—

"This is not betrayal."

As if seeing through her inner struggle, Nan Feng's voice softened, becoming alluring: "This is salvation."

"It's to leave a glimmer of hope for the Haotian Sect, and to let the children live."

"Yuehua, you are a smart woman."

"You know how to choose."

Nan Feng took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped away her tears. Then he brought his lips to her ear and whispered, "Tell me—"

"where are they?"

At this point, Tang Yuehua finally broke down and burst into tears.

Nan Feng didn't say anything more, but maintained that slightly ambiguous posture, quietly wiping away her tears until she calmed down.

"How can you guarantee that?"

Tang Yuehua's eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse. "Why should I believe you?"

"You are the Pope of the Spirit Hall, the enemy who killed so many of our people."

"You talk about incorporating them, about preserving their lineage, about giving the Haotian Sect a place. But how do I know this isn't just a scam you've set up to eliminate them completely?"

"How can I believe that you won't turn on us the moment we lower our guard and eliminate any future threats?"

"On what grounds?"

Nan Feng smiled, a smile tinged with bitterness and helplessness. He rolled off Tang Yuehua and sat on the edge of the bed, a look of unprecedented desolation in his eyes.

"Because—we have a common enemy and common interests."

"A common enemy?" Tang Yuehua was taken aback. She sat up, her clothes slightly disheveled, which only made her look more pitiful.

"Look at this war."

Nan Feng shrugged, his tone full of self-deprecation: "It's widely rumored that Pope Bibi Dong is a brilliant strategist who single-handedly suppressed the Haotian Sect and became a force to be reckoned with."

"But Yuehua, you're a smart person, you should be able to see through the trickery."

"How big of a force did the Spirit Hall deploy this time? Apart from the Min Clan, which I personally led to suppress, the other three routes each had a Title Douluo in charge, and each route had a thousand elite Soul Masters."

"But what was the result?"

"The Power Clan fled, the Defense Clan fled, and although the Destruction Clan was crippled, most of them also fled."

Why?

"Because those old geezers simply don't listen to me!"

"Those old fogies in the Elders' Hall, they're all completely devoted to the Golden Crocodile Fighting Rome! They outwardly comply with my demands as the new Pope, but inwardly defy me, putting in no real effort!"

"This battle has gone on for a while now, and although it looks glorious, I've actually been carrying it all on my own!"

"Including now!"

Nan Feng pointed out the window, "Why do you think I sent those four Title Douluos, Demon Bear and Ghost Leopard, to the Clear Sky Sect's mountain gate as a feint attack?"

"Is it to draw fire? Or is it a feint?"

"No! It's because I simply can't get them to fight to the death!"

"They'll only budge an inch if they're given safe, low-risk work!"

Tang Yuehua was stunned.

These secrets about the Spirit Hall completely overturned her understanding. The seemingly monolithic and invincible Spirit Hall was actually so internally divided?

"You—you're not the Pope?"

Tang Yuehua was somewhat incredulous, "You are the personal disciple of the former Pope Qian Xunji, the heir apparent, and you have the support of the Elders' Hall, how could you—"

"Don't mention that beast to me!!"

Suddenly, Nan Feng's face turned ferocious, and a suffocating killing intent and hatred erupted from his body, instantly filling the entire room.

That kind of hatred was unforgettable, it was ingrained in the very marrow of one's bones.

"Ah!" Tang Yuehua was startled and instinctively shrank back into the corner of the bed.

"call----"

Nan Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his violent emotions and regaining his composure, but the coldness in his eyes still lingered.

"Sorry, I lost my composure."

Nan Feng said coldly, "I can't say much about that beast. You just need to know—"

"In a sense, I should thank Tang Hao for killing him."

"If he hadn't died, I wouldn't be in this position, and I wouldn't have had the chance to take revenge."

Tang Yuehua was stunned.

This—this is an earth-shattering secret!

The current Pope of the Spirit Hall actually wishes the former Pope dead? And even thanks the person who killed his master?