dmims Chapter 58 Nan Feng: I'm here to apologize.
Chapter 58 Nan Feng: I'm here to apologize.
Chapter 58 Nan Feng: I'm here to apologize.
Nan Feng's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a chilling undertone: "If you dare to act impulsively, become emotional, or even disregard everything for someone in front of others—"
"For example, that useless master, or some people who aren't worth your effort —"
"I'll be jealous."
"I would be very, very jealous."
Nan Feng's fingers slid down her brow, finally stopping at her heart: "The consequences if I become jealous—"
"You can guess what I'm going to do."
Bibi Dong shuddered, feeling a chill rise from the depths of her soul.
She had no doubt that if this crazy old spider really went mad, it was capable of anything!
"Alright, that concludes today's counseling session."
Nan Feng suddenly withdrew his hand, reverting to his lazy and casual demeanor. He yawned, turned around, and walked towards his "room" deep within the sea of consciousness.
Goodnight, my dear Pope.
"I'm going to sleep now, don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the illusory door slammed shut, and a "click" sound of a lock being locked could even be heard from inside.
Bibi Dong stood in the empty sea of spirit, looking at the tightly closed door, her heart filled with mixed feelings.
That bastard—
Is he truly insane, or is he faking it?
Which of his statements is true?
The mountain wind howled, swirling up thousands of piles of snow.
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In front of this fortress perched atop the mountains, time seems to stretch out.
Nan Feng held Tang Yuehua in his arms and waited for three whole days.
Over the past three days, Tang Yuehua went from initial shame and indignation to struggle, then to numbness and despair, and now she has even grown accustomed to that warm yet dangerous embrace and the faint, cool fragrance emanating from that woman.
at last.
As the sun was about to sink into the sea of clouds on the third day, a dull tremor came from the huge iron chain connecting the two mountain peaks.
—Zongdao—Zongdao,—”
That was the sound of heavy objects striking iron chains, and also the sound of footsteps intertwined with hope and despair.
As the fog dissipated, a group of ragged, weary figures appeared on the other end of the iron chain.
The leader was a burly man with a resolute face. Although his face was weathered and his eyes were bloodshot, his aura as a titled Douluo remained as steady as a mountain.
It was Tang Xiao.
Beside him was the Second Elder.
Behind them were nearly five hundred elite disciples of the Haotian Sect and some of their core family members.
This is the first group of Haotian Sect members to evacuate.
The Second Elder was ultimately shrewd and calculating; he didn't believe in putting all your eggs in one basket.
To prevent the Spirit Hall from wiping them out in one fell swoop, he suggested dividing the evacuation team into three groups and taking different routes.
He and Sect Master Tang Xiao led the most elite vanguard to clear the way and reach the backup camp at top speed. After confirming its safety, Tang Xiao used his Title Douluo speed to return along the same route to meet up with the main force led by the other elders.
As for that ancestral land called Haotian Peak —
Now it's just an empty city left for the Spirit Hall to vent its anger on.
"call----"
Stepping onto solid ground, looking at the majestic and ancient stone fortress that had stood for hundreds of years despite the wind and rain, and seeing the familiar "Haotian Sect" plaque, Tang Xiao let out a long breath.
My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally half relieved.
"We've arrived—we've finally arrived."
"Second Uncle, this place is still the same as before. It seems we haven't been discovered."
"Hmm." The Second Elder finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Quickly! Let the disciples go in and rest!"
Tang Xiaoqiang roused himself. Although his body was extremely exhausted, he knew he couldn't rest yet.
"After settling everyone in, I need to go back immediately to meet up with the Third Elder and the others, and also—"
Before Tang Xiao finished speaking, his gaze unconsciously swept towards the square at the main gate of the fortress.
Originally, the place should have been empty, or perhaps only a few guard disciples came to greet us.
But now.
Beneath the imposing plaque of "Haotian Sect" could be seen.
An extremely luxurious, glittering, gilded chaise lounge sits arrogantly across the middle of the road.
And on that chair.
The stunningly beautiful woman, clad in purple-gold armor and wearing a crown, was lazily crossing her legs, holding in her arms a woman in silver robes whose face was flushed and who dared not look up.
That was their nightmare.
They are also their relatives.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the woman, gilding her with a sacred yet eerie golden edge, making her look like both an angel descended to earth and a demon from hell.
In deathly silence.
Nan Feng slowly raised his head and gently stroked Tang Yuehua's long hair in his arms, as if he were petting a well-behaved cat.
Then, looking at Tang Xiao, who was frozen in place, he smiled brightly and broke the deathly silence with a soft voice: "Oh."
"Long time no see, Sect Master Tang Xiao."
"Aren't you guys moving a little too slowly?"
"Retreat immediately!!"
Tang Xiao let out a roar almost instinctively, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand suddenly enlarged. The nine spirit rings pulsed wildly beneath his feet, and the pressure of a Title Douluo erupted like a mountain torrent, trying to win that last glimmer of life for his clansmen.
"Second Uncle! Get everyone out of here!! I'll hold her off!!"
however.
Sitting in the chair, Nan Feng simply raised his hand lazily: "Alright, stop fussing."
"The way back is blocked."
Nan Feng pointed to the small village at the foot of the mountain: "The Spirit Hall's elite spirit masters have long been lying in wait in that village. I told them that as long as I don't give the signal, they should remain still."
"But—if you dare to back down now, it will prove that my negotiations have broken down."
"If negotiations break down, it will be a full-scale encirclement and suppression."
"With just a few hundred of you old, weak, and disabled soldiers—I'm afraid very few of those who go down will survive."
Despair spread among the people like a plague.
Those disciples who had witnessed the terrifying power of the "Netherworld of Death" on the battlefield of the Power Clan could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, their eyes vacant and tears streaming down their faces.
They knew that resistance was pointless.
Before that devil, the so-called Title Douluo and the so-called Clear Sky Hammer are nothing but a joke.
Even the self-destruction of the Grand Elder at his peak couldn't harm her in the slightest. How long can this crumbling formation last?
"Bibi Dong!!"
Tang Xiao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly: "Why?!"
""
"The Haotian Sect has already closed itself off from the world! Tang Hao has been expelled from the sect! We have made the greatest concessions possible!"
"Why do you insist on killing them all?!"
"What good will it do you to wipe us out?! Aren't you afraid of inciting the wrath of all soul masters in the world?!"
"Tsk."
Nan Feng clicked his tongue, looking helpless. "See, we've misunderstood again."
"I've said it so many times, I'm not here to wipe them out this time."
Nan Feng shifted to a more comfortable position, gently patted Tang Yuehua's back to comfort her, then looked at Tang Xiao and said sincerely, "I'm here to apologize."
'
"
A deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned.
Tang Xiao was stunned, the Second Elder was stunned, and even the disciples who were paralyzed on the ground forgot to cry.
Apologize?
The culprit who killed three of their elders, forced the Grand Elder to his death, crippled two affiliated clans, and forced them to seal off their mountain and flee—is actually here to apologize?
What kind of joke is this?!
"Are you kidding me?!"
Tang Xiao instantly flew into a rage, feeling utterly humiliated. "Bibi Dong! If you want to kill us, then kill us! Why humiliate us like this?!"
"well----"
Nan Feng sighed, "This war, from beginning to end, was insisted upon by Qian Daoliu and that old codger Jin E."
"After all, it was Qian Xunji who died, Qian Daoliu's own son."
Nan Feng shrugged. "Going to war with the Haotian Sect would result in eight hundred casualties for the enemy and a thousand casualties for ourselves. Besides avenging the Qian family's personal grudge, what good would it do me?"
"But----"
Nan Feng pointed to the crown on his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Jin E has given the order, Qian Daoliu has spoken, what can I do?"
"As a puppet pope with no real power, someone whose authority is usurped by the temple, what can I do besides obey?"
"Leading a group of disobedient elders and a bunch of useless soul masters who only know how to shout slogans, we're here to fight you to the death."
"Do I even have a choice?"
Tang Xiao frowned, his eyes filled with suspicion.
"You're talking nonsense!"
The Second Elder said sternly, "Qian Xunji is your teacher! It's only right that you avenge your teacher! How could you have been forced to do it?!"
"Shut up!!"
Suddenly, a furious shout filled with resentment interrupted the Second Elder.
Nan Feng suddenly sat up straight, his previously lazy expression instantly turning into a ferocious one. A tangible killing intent swept across the entire area like a storm, making everyone hold their breath.
"Don't mention that beast to me!!"
"Teacher? He doesn't deserve the title!"
Nan Feng stared intently at the Second Elder, the hatred in his eyes sending a chill down the spine of this seasoned elder: "That beast Qian Xunji deserved to die!!"
"To be killed by Tang Hao with a single hammer blow would be too good for him!!"
"If it falls into my hands—"
"I'll make him wish he were dead!!"
"Hiss!"
The entire venue fell silent once again.
Everyone was stunned by this sudden outburst.
"call----"
Nan Feng took a deep breath, seemingly realizing his loss of composure. He quickly suppressed his violent aura and regained his calm, though his expression remained somewhat gloomy.
"Sorry, I lost my composure."
Nan Feng leaned back in his chair, looked at Tang Xiao who was completely bewildered, and said calmly, "In front of the Spirit Hall's army, I naturally have to say what the Pope should say and uphold that hypocritical righteousness."
"But now, this is the Haotian Sect, your territory."
"I can say what I want to say now."
"Sect Leader Tang Xiao, let's speak frankly."
"You should be able to see my current predicament. I am the Pope in name only, but in reality, I am controlled at every turn."
"I've done my best to control casualties in this battle so far. Otherwise, do you think that piece of trash Demon Bear would have survived this long? Do you think any of you would have escaped?"
"However, once I return, the Hall of Worship will definitely seize the opportunity to make trouble for me, and may even dismiss me."
"I need power."
"I need—allies."
Nan Feng leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed intently on Tang Xiao: "Take the Clear Sky Sect and submit to the Spirit Hall."
"As Pope, I will give you ample support, and even reserve a place for you in the Elders' Hall to help you rebuild your sect and preserve your heritage."
"And in return—"
"You have to support me."
"Help me fight against the Golden Crocodile, and against the Hall of Offerings."
"Help me—truly secure my position as Pope!"
"how?"
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