A Classic Passed Down Through Generations

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Liu Erlong found herself increasingly unable to understand him.

This bastard didn't seem like a simple beast after all.

"It is not scarcity that causes anxiety, but inequality. Fair suffering is far easier for people to accept than biased kindness. Just like how you used self-destruction to threaten me today—you weren't having a good time, so you didn't want anyone else to have one either," Nan Feng said.

"Everyone else is the same."

"I am not a good person, but I am not exactly a villain either. I just want to see whether the light or the darkness in the human heart will prevail."

"If it is the light, perhaps this world will welcome a new beginning."

Liu Erlong looked hesitant. "And if it is the darkness?"

Nan Feng picked up the teacup on the table. "Do you know how many steps it takes to create this cup?"

"Kneading the clay, shaping, drying, trimming, decorating, and firing. If a problem arises during any step, a craftsman might choose to patch it up, as long as it remains functional. But if you encounter a perfectionist, the moment the object doesn't align with their vision, it gets discarded. They can always just start over."

Liu Erlong's expression stiffened. "People are not utensils."

"Are they not?" Nan Feng smiled.

"Perhaps, but just like how you once chose to slaughter an entire spirit beast forest because of the disappearance of Yu Xiaogang, and how you dealt with any petty thieves who had the misfortune of crossing your path—what gave you the right to do those things?"

"I..." Liu Erlong was momentarily speechless.

"Because you were stronger than them," Nan Feng said.

"I have always been understanding. Since you all believe this world is governed by the law of the jungle, then as long as I am stronger than all of you, I naturally possess the right to hold this world in the palm of my hand."

"Isn't that right?"

"This world is a piece of pottery that doesn't suit my tastes. I intend to try and reshape it, but if it cannot be fixed..."

Bang!

Nan Feng applied a slight force, and the teacup in his hand turned into powder. With a gentle blow, it scattered into the wind.

"I'll just replace it. I have plenty of time to mold a cup that I actually like."

Liu Erlong looked at Nan Feng with a heavy expression. "Are you serious?"

"Of course." Nan Feng grabbed another cup and poured himself some cold tea.

"What's wrong? Don't you think this is quite interesting?"

"I don't think so," Liu Erlong said in a deep voice.

"I just think there's something wrong with your brain!"

Nan Feng nodded in agreement. "I think so too!"

"But what can you do about it? Bound by a coward, let alone having the ability, you don't even have the courage to stop me."

Nan Feng poured the last cup of tea for Liu Erlong. "In fact, you'll have to help me from here on out."

Liu Erlong narrowed her eyes. "Aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone about these things?"

"Go ahead," Nan Feng said, looking indifferent.

"What would happen if you told them? And who would believe you?"

"I am a high-ranking elder of Martial Soul Hall, a favorite in the Pope Hall, and the current Pope's little lover. I am a vested interest, the greatest beneficiary of all this filth."

"Who would believe that I would stab myself in the back?"

"Do you believe it?"

"..."

"Even I don't believe it!"

Martial Soul City.

Having completed the initial indoctrination of Liu Erlong, Nan Feng returned to his cozy little hideout.

"I heard you coerced Tang Yuehua and also sought out Liu Erlong?"

Just as he walked into the Pope Hall, Nan Feng was met with Bibi Dong's interrogation.

"Oh, my dear, are you jealous?" Nan Feng leaned in with a cheeky grin.

Bibi Dong reached out to block Nan Feng's face. "Hardly. I'm just curious what you were doing with them."

"Of course, I can probably guess a little."

She knew exactly what kind of person Nan Feng was.

Bullying men and oppressing women—she had no doubt about the former.

But the latter? Unless she saw it with her own eyes, she really couldn't associate such things with this guy.

"I thought you would aggressively pin me against the wall, release your spider legs, poke them at my head, and demand to know if I have someone else in my heart and don't love you anymore," Nan Feng said, disappointed.

Bibi Dong's eye twitched. "Don't start acting crazy the moment you get back."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Nan Feng shrugged and flopped onto the large sofa nearby.

This was the Pope's office area. In principle, such an informal piece of furniture shouldn't be here, but as the Pope's personal secretary, he couldn't exactly be expected to have nowhere to sit.

Thus, the large sofa had appeared.

"If you're really that bored, go help me teach Na Na about martial soul cultivation," Bibi Dong said.

"Me?" Nan Feng put down the comic book in his hand.

"You want me, a measly level forty soul ancestor, to teach cultivation? Big sister, I'm not even a proper soul master. I don't have spirit rings or spirit skills, so how am I supposed to teach?"

"It's not like I could—"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Bibi Dong hurriedly interrupted.

"Na Na is still young. Don't go trying to swindle her with those weird ideas of yours."

Even she couldn't handle Nan Feng's constant stream of nonsense!

Hu Liena would definitely be led astray!

"No, no, no. Education must start from a young age," Nan Feng sat up.

"As it happens, I have an idea!"

"What kind of idea?" Bibi Dong looked at him with a strange expression.

"Martial Soul Hall worships the Angel God, right?" Nan Feng said.

"Yes, what about it?" Bibi Dong asked, puzzled.

"Does the Angel God have any... quotes or something like that?" Nan Feng asked.

"Quotes?" Bibi Dong was stunned.

"What is that?"

"Ugh!" Nan Feng looked at her as if she were hopeless.

"No wonder it's been twenty thousand years and you're still in this pathetic state! This angel clan really has no brains at all!"

"You have a ready-made god as an ancestor, and you can't even put together a bible!"

"With that level of intelligence, you want to unify the continent? Even if you did, you wouldn't be able to govern it."

"A bible?" Bibi Dong had a bad premonition.

"What kind of nonsense is that?"

Nan Feng stood up. "It's a classic for the ages, of course!"

"As everyone knows, the gods are never wrong. Everything about the gods is correct, and anything that defies the gods is treason. Only the gods can bring glory!"

"Only by believing in the great Angel God can one ascend to heaven after death!"

"Those who defy them deserve the death penalty!"

"..."

"Did your brain short-circuit?" Bibi Dong asked, looking at him strangely.

"You actually believe this ghost talk?"

"I don't, but isn't it enough that everyone else does?" Nan Feng replied.

Bibi Dong's eye twitched. "What are you planning to do?"

"The descendants of the Qian family are unworthy. It seems I am the one who needs to convey the words of the Angel God to the world!" Nan Feng sighed.

"Fine, if I don't go to heaven, who will?"

"Where are you going?" Bibi Dong looked bewildered.

"I have to warn you, don't mess around!"

"You can stir up trouble with other things and Qian Daoliu won't bother with you, but if you dare to mess around with this, that old man will activate his martial soul avatar and crush you in a heartbeat!"

"Uh..." Nan Feng stopped in his tracks.

"That makes sense. In that case, I'll go into seclusion first!"