Going Crazy Feels Great

"I've been looking into your past these last few days, and I've discovered that Yu Luomian's footprints are practically everywhere in your life's trajectory," Nan Feng said.

"And this attention didn't just start after you awakened your martial soul. On the contrary, after you awakened it, Yu Luomian's attention toward you became noticeably more covert."

Liu Erlong sneered, "He was worried that my existence would smear the reputation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!"

"An innate soul power of seven, and although your fire-attribute mutation makes you slightly weaker than a orthodox Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, you're guaranteed to reach the Spirit Saint level, with a good chance of becoming a Spirit Douluo." Nan Feng looked puzzled.

"Is this situation what you call a smear?"

Across the entire Douluo Continent, the total number of spirit masters with a cultivation of Spirit Saint or higher is less than five hundred!

When you add up the Title Douluos and Spirit Douluos, there are fewer than one hundred. The remaining four hundred or so are only at the Spirit Saint level, and all other spirit masters are below level seventy.

Moreover, nearly half of those Spirit Saints are held by Martial Soul Hall. The Seven Great Sects, the Eight Great Families, and all the other sects large and small combined control the rest.

Title Douluos rarely move about, and Spirit Douluos are all overlords in their own right. For most spirit masters, a Spirit Saint is already the top-tier powerhouse they can ever hope to encounter!

And with Liu Erlong's talent, she had the potential to break through to Spirit Douluo in the future!

This kind of talent, a smear?

Just how many Spirit Douluos does the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon even have?

Even Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin, who would later be known as the twin prides of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, only had innate soul power levels of seven or eight.

Most spirit masters only have an innate soul power of three or four; a Spirit King is the goal of their entire lives. To be able to cultivate to Spirit Emperor or Spirit Saint, an innate soul power of five or six is already considered genius-level.

As for seven or eight, eight or nine, or even level ten innate full soul power—those who can cultivate to Spirit Douluo or even Title Douluo are geniuses among geniuses!

They are the figures who will stand at the pinnacle of the continent in the future!

"Do you really think Yu Luomian kept your existence hidden because he felt you were smearing his reputation?" Nan Feng asked.

"Isn't that the case?" Liu Erlong retorted.

"Then why is it that every time you run into trouble, someone always helps you resolve it?" Nan Feng asked.

"When you got into fights and offended people in Heaven Dou City, or when you provoked local sects while traveling abroad, why do you think those people never came back to cause you trouble?"

"And what about back then—when you were about to commit a grave mistake, why do you think Yu Luomian was able to arrive just in time?"

Liu Erlong frowned. "How do you know about that?"

"How I know is irrelevant to you; I am simply analyzing." Nan Feng picked up his teacup and sipped it slowly. The tribute tea from the Martial Soul Temple really did taste excellent.

"Yu Luomian doesn't not care about you. On the contrary, it is precisely because he cares about you that he never thought of exposing you. Don't feel that your background is shameful or that it would bring disgrace to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. No one cares if your mother was a woman of the night; they only care about your talent and your strength."

"Furthermore, with your fire dragon martial soul, which is similar to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and the Blue Tyrant Academy receiving help from the elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan at every turn, do you really think people don't know your origins?"

"They know. As long as they aren't blind, they should know. You know it yourself, too."

"But what they focus on is that you have the potential to become a Spirit Douluo and an elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, not that little scar of yours that hurts whenever it's poked."

"It's just that Yu Luomian never took the initiative to pierce through that layer of paper because he knows you resent him. You don't even want to acknowledge him, especially after what happened back then—you practically gnash your teeth at the mere mention of him."

"You've been roaming the continent for so many years; you should understand whether what I'm saying is true. People don't care about right or wrong; they only worship the strong and accept everything about the strong."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Liu Erlong asked.

"Do you want me to seek out Yu Luomian and then help Martial Soul Hall deal with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

After talking for so long, it was nothing more than trying to tell her that Yu Luomian cared about her as his illegitimate daughter and that she had great value!

"Correction: what I want to deal with is not the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, but this dirty world filled with the stench of rot," Nan Feng said leisurely.

Liu Erlong gave a disdainful laugh. "A dirty world? You want me to play the family card to get close to Yu Luomian and do things for you, and you still have the nerve to tell such high-sounding jokes?"

"High-sounding? Perhaps." Nan Feng's expression remained unchanged.

"Right and wrong are merely excuses for the strong to exert violence, and fodder for bystanders to discuss after a meal."

"Just like this war between the Clear Sky Sect and Martial Soul Hall. Anyone with even a little bit of a brain knows how absurd and ridiculous the explanation given by Martial Soul Hall is, but people aren't discussing whether Martial Soul Hall is right or wrong—they are discussing how awesome Tang Hao is!"

"One man against three. What a topic for discussion that is."

"The Ring Detonation of the Clear Sky Sect has once again become a hot topic among the major sects. No one cares about the low-level spirit masters who died as cannon fodder in this war, nor does anyone care whether the innocent commoners who lost their homes and were displaced by the spirit master war are dead or alive."

"They continue to chat and laugh, still basking in their infinite glory."

"..."

Liu Erlong fell silent, her gaze toward Nan Feng becoming somewhat complex.

She couldn't quite see through him—whether this person was lamenting or being sarcastic. Perhaps it was both, but she clearly felt a strange madness emanating from him!

"Why don't you calm down first?" Liu Erlong felt a bit nervous.

This person gave her a strong sense of threat!

But it wasn't from his power!

"You don't need to be nervous. I am very calm," Nan Feng said, drinking his tea to himself.

"I know you're currently wondering whether I might be a madman."

Liu Erlong's expression looked somewhat unnatural. "I didn't..."

"If that's really what you think, then I can only say," Nan Feng straightened his expression.

"You've got a great eye for people!"

Damn it! After spending six years living in fear in that hellhole, Slaughter City, it would be a miracle if his brain were still normal!

He knew he was acting unhinged most of the time, but he couldn't stop himself!

Saikou ni hai te yatsu da!!

Why did he like Bibi Dong? Was he just lusting after her body?

No, no, no. He was genuinely attracted to Bibi Dong's mental state!

Going crazy is fun for a moment, but going crazy all the time is always fun!

Only when you go crazy yourself do you realize how interesting it is to be insane!

No need to care about anything, casting off all shackles!

A carnival of the mind! It's so fucking intoxicating!

"What do you think I meant by what I just said?" Nan Feng asked.

"Lamenting the injustice of the world? Feeling indignant for the innocent? Or perhaps an indictment of this filthy world?"

Liu Erlong hesitated for a moment and shook her head. "I don't know."

"I don't know either." Nan Feng shrugged.

The corner of Liu Erlong's eye twitched.

It seemed this guy's brain really wasn't quite right.

"Perhaps it was a whim, perhaps it was long-planned, or perhaps it was a desire once buried deep in my heart that has finally been ignited." Nan Feng looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky.

"I am curious to see how much influence I can have on the world, for better or for worse."

"Perhaps people a thousand years from now will praise me, or perhaps they will revile me, but one thing is certain: they will all remember me."

Liu Erlong looked puzzled. "What are you trying to do?"

"Change is uncertain. It might be for the better, or it might be for the worse," Nan Feng said inexplicably.

Liu Erlong's expression was strange. "You want to go down in history?"

"Perhaps I'll be infamous for ten thousand years," Nan Feng said.

"I am soft-hearted by nature and cannot bear to witness suffering, so I prefer to close my eyes."

"Closing my eyes allows me to forget my fear, but it also causes me to lose my way."

"I do not know what I might bring, nor do I even know where I am heading."

"But as long as I can still hear the sound of weeping, then no one is allowed to laugh!"

"I cannot make everyone happy, so, to be fair, everyone shall suffer together!"