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

……

Even the usually calm and collected Qian Daoliu had a complex look of admiration and satisfaction in his eyes.

Even he had to admit that Bibi Dong was the most outstanding genius in the history of the Spirit Hall.

"Okay, very good."

The frost on Qian Daoliu's face melted a little. "Twin martial souls, and you've already advanced to the title of Title Douluo at such a young age. Although Xunji is injured, as long as you're here, the future of my Spirit Hall still exists."

"Teacher... how is he?" Bibi Dong looked at Qian Xunji on the bed, her eyes filled with concern that was almost overflowing.

"His life has been saved for now." Qian Daoliu sighed, looking at his son who was half-dead on the bed, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.

"The Great Sumeru Hammer, I never expected Tang Hao to be able to master that kind of move."

"However, given his initial state upon reaching the Title Douluo level and the power he displayed, he's probably not much better off than Xun Ji right now!"

"Then now..." Bibi Dong asked tentatively.

"His life has been saved, but recovery will be incredibly difficult." Qian Daoliu shook his head. "The Second Elder and I have worked together to regulate his meridians and suppress his injuries. From now on, he can only rely on himself to slowly recover."

"Alright, Bibi Dong. Xunji is seriously injured now. As the Holy Maiden, you will temporarily handle the affairs of the Papal Palace. You may leave."

……

After leaving the Pope's bedroom, Bibi Dong returned to her own temple.

Upon returning to his palace, Nan Feng immediately activated the Death Spider Emperor's eighth soul skill, Spider Emperor Clone, and escaped on his own.

Bibi Dong was speechless, but too lazy to bother with him.

At least this guy didn't steal her body.

"Ptooey! Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

Nan Feng, controlling the peerless Spider King clone, spat out the exquisite pastries he was eating onto the ground with a look of disgust.

"What a piece of junk! It has no taste at all, it's just like swallowing a mouthful of air!"

Nan Feng pointed to the plate of osmanthus cakes on the table, which looked particularly tempting at the moment, and complained to Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the edge of the bed deep in thought, "Your soul skill is just for show, all looks and no substance. You have no sense of taste, no sense of touch, and you can't even feel hot or cold. How boring."

Bibi Dong glanced at him coldly, completely ignoring this "emperor" who had intermittent bouts of madness.

"Are you even listening to me?" Nan Feng leaned right up to Bibi Dong's face.

Looking at her other self so close to her, Bibi Dong rubbed her temples. "If you're really bored, go back to the Sea of ​​Spirit. I need some peace and quiet to think about the next plan."

The man lying in the hospital bed was like a thorn that had been pricking her for so many years.

Now that the opportunity to remove the thorn is at hand, she must ensure that everything goes smoothly.

"A plan? What's there to think about?"

Nan Feng controlled his clone to plop down in a chair, crossed his legs, and said, "Once those two old guys leave, you go in, activate your martial spirit, devour him, and you're done."

"Easy for you to say."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly, "That's the Papal Palace, right under Qian Daoliu's nose. Killing Qian Xunji is easy, but what happens afterward? That old bastard Qian Daoliu may not care about worldly affairs, but he's extremely protective of his own. If he finds out I killed his son, what are my chances of leaving Wuhun City alive?"

"That's why I revealed my strength just now. To prove to him that I'm more valuable than Qian Xunji. If my value is great enough, perhaps I can fight for that sliver of hope."

"If I lose the bet..." Bibi Dong's eyes hardened, "I'd rather die than let that beast escape. Even if it means hiding in the Rakshasa Secret Realm and never coming out again, I'm willing to accept it!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, such deep-seated bitterness and hatred."

Nan Feng shook his head, and the clone suddenly turned into countless points of light and dissipated.

Bibi Dong thought that this guy had finally calmed down and was preparing to review the details of the assassination.

But the next second—

A familiar yet maddening wave of dizziness suddenly swept over me!

It was as if someone had struck her soul hard; Bibi Dong felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and control of her body instantly shifted to her!

"Nan Feng!!!"

Bibi Dong roared angrily in her sea of ​​consciousness, "Are you crazy?! I already gave you my clone, why are you still trying to steal my body?!"

"I already told you, that clone is useless; it tastes bland when it eats!"

In reality, Bibi Dong naturally reached out her jade-like hand, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, and elegantly put it into her red lips, chewing it slowly.

As the sweet and glutinous texture blossomed on his tongue, Nan Feng squinted his eyes in ecstasy:

"Mmm~ That's right! Soft, sweet, and melts in your mouth. This is what it feels like to be alive!"

"You stole my body just to eat a piece of pastry?!" Bibi Dong felt her worldview collapsing.

Is this guy a reincarnated starving ghost? He's a 100,000-year-old soul beast!

"I've given you my life, what's wrong with eating something?" Nan Feng said matter-of-factly.

"Besides, you don't need your body to think, so what's wrong with letting me use it?"

Bibi Dong was speechless, but she didn't want to waste her breath on this old spider who was having intermittent bouts of madness.

It's just about eating something.

She then calmed herself down and began to think about her next plan.

……

The back garden of the Basilica of Saintess is adorned with flowers and is quiet and elegant.

Nan Feng, controlling Bibi Dong's body, was strolling around like an old man wandering his own backyard, holding half a piece of unfinished mung bean cake in his hand.

Suddenly, he stopped walking.

Behind a clump of tall violets, a petite golden figure peeked out furtively, seemingly spying on what was happening, or perhaps hesitating whether to approach.

She was a little girl of about eight or nine years old, with delicate features, a head of bright golden hair, and a pair of pure golden eyes.

She exuded a holy aura of light that made Bibi Dong's soul feel nauseous—a scent unique to the angel race.

A thousand feet of snow.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, Bibi Dong, who had been lost in thought with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, her eyes filled with extreme disgust as if she had seen something filthy, along with a hint of barely perceptible panic.

"Get her out!"

Nan Feng ignored him.

A playful smile appeared on his lips, and his previously languid gait suddenly changed. With a flicker, he vanished from the spot.

The next second, Qian Renxue, who was about to sneak away, suddenly felt a blur before her eyes, and a tall figure blocked her way.

"what!"

Qian Renxue cried out in fright, stumbled, and almost fell.

When she saw the person in front of her clearly, her delicate face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled uncontrollably. It was an instinctive fear formed from being treated with indifference and even disgust for a long time.

"Mom...Mom...I...I didn't mean to..."

Qian Renxue stammered as she tried to explain, instinctively covering her head as if waiting for that familiar, cold rebuke and a look of disgust.

However, the expected reprimand did not come.

Nan Feng controlled Bibi Dong's body and slowly squatted down, his gaze level with Qian Renxue's.

There was no disgust on that stunningly beautiful face; instead, it carried a hint of curiosity and... a gentle smile.

"Little sister, who are you? Why are you hiding here all alone?"

Nan Feng reached out, wanting to pinch Qian Renxue's chubby cheeks. "Are you lost?"

Qian Renxue was completely dumbfounded.

Those golden pupils trembled violently, as if they had heard something unbelievable.

Mom... doesn't recognize me anymore?

And she was actually smiling at me? And calling me...little sister?

This gentle tone, which she had never experienced before, left Qian Renxue, who had lacked love since childhood, completely blank in her mind, while her heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, in the Sea of ​​Spirit, Bibi Dong was completely enraged!

"Nan Feng!!!"

"Shut up! Who gave you permission to touch her?!"

She couldn't bear this scene! Even the slightest bit of tenderness shown to the child by someone else controlling her body made her feel disgusted and betrayed by her past hatred!

"Don't touch her! Stay away from her!!"

Give me back my body!!!

Bibi Dong roared madly, trying to forcefully regain control of her body.

However, this time, Nanfeng did not "go with the flow" as usual, but instead firmly maintained his dominant position.

"Stop messing around, I'm paving the way for you."

While maintaining a gentle smile, Nan Feng calmly responded in his mental sea.

"If you want to kill Qian Xunji without anyone noticing and still sit comfortably on the Pope's throne, then you'd better cooperate with me and finish this charade."

"What do you mean?!" Bibi Dong suppressed her raging anger.

"I saw it in your memory fragments; this little girl is Qian Daoliu's darling," Nan Feng quickly analyzed in his mind.

"If Qian Daoliu saw that you no longer hated this child, and even began to show her maternal love after losing your memory, what do you think he, as an old man who hopes for family harmony, would think?"

"He'll think this is fate! It's the opportunity that made you forget your hatred because you went astray during your seclusion!"

"When the time comes, as long as you can appease this little girl, with this protective bond of motherly love, even if Qian Xunji dies, Qian Daoliu, for the sake of his granddaughter's feelings and the stability of the Spirit Hall, will never harm you in the slightest!"

"This is what they call—using the emperor to command the feudal lords!"

Nan Feng felt he was a genius; this "family card" move was a sure-fire kill.

However, he underestimated Bibi Dong's psychological trauma.

For Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue's existence was a form of torment.

Using this child? And playing the role of a loving mother?

This is worse than killing her!