A Classic for the Ages

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Liu Erlong was becoming more and more baffled.

This bastard didn't seem like a simple beast.

"People don't resent having little; they resent things being unfair. The pain of unfairness is much easier for everyone to accept than the comfort of favoritism. Just like how you threatened me with self-destruction today—you didn't want to suffer alone, so you didn't want anyone else to be happy either," Nan Feng said.

"The others are the same."

"I'm not a good person, but I'm not exactly a bad one either. I just want to see which side prevails in people's hearts: the light or the darkness."

"If it's the light, this world might be reborn."

Liu Erlong hesitated. "What if it's the darkness?"

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

"Knead the clay, shape it, let it dry, trim it, decorate it, fire it. If something goes wrong at any step, a craftsman might choose to patch it up and call it good enough. But if they're a perfectionist, anything that doesn't match their vision can be thrown away at any moment. They can always start over."

Liu Erlong's expression stiffened. "People aren't tools."

"Are they not?" Nan Feng smiled.

"Maybe. But just like when you chose to slaughter an entire Spirit Beast Forest because Yu Xiaogang had gone missing, and then killed those unlucky petty thieves who crossed your path, what gave you the right to do that?"

"I..." Liu Erlong was at a loss for words.

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

"I've always been considerate. Since you all believe in the law of the jungle, then as long as I'm stronger than all of you, I naturally have every right to toy with this world in the palm of my hand."

"Don't I?"

"This world is a clay pot that doesn't suit my taste. I'm going to try to fix it, but if I can't..."

Bang!

Nan Feng applied a little pressure, and the teacup in his hand crumbled into powder. He blew gently, and it scattered on the breeze.

"I'll just make another one. I have all the time in the world to shape a cup I like."

Liu Erlong gazed at Nan Feng, her expression grave. "Are you serious?"

"Of course." Nan Feng switched cups and poured himself some cold tea.

"What, don't you think this is interesting?"

"No." Liu Erlong's voice was low.

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

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

"But what can you do about it? Bound by a coward, you don't even have the courage to stop me, never mind the ability."

Nan Feng poured Liu Erlong the last cup of tea. "You'll even have to help me from now on."

Liu Erlong narrowed her eyes. "Aren't you afraid I'll tell people about all this?"

"Go ahead," Nan Feng said, unconcerned.

"What difference would it make if you told them? And who would believe you?"

"I'm a high-ranking elder of Spirit Hall, a favorite at Pope Hall, and the current Pope's lover. I'm a beneficiary of this filth—the one who profits most from it."

"Who would believe I'd stab myself in the back?"

"Would you?"

"..."

"I wouldn't believe it either!"

Spirit City.

After completing the first stage of his indoctrination of Liu Erlong, Nan Feng returned to his safe little nest.

"I heard you coerced Tang Yuehua and went to see Liu Erlong?"

The moment he stepped into Pope Hall, Bibi Dong confronted him.

"Oh, darling, are you jealous?" Nan Feng sidled up to her with a mischievous grin.

Bibi Dong held out a hand to keep Nan Feng's face away. "It's nothing like that. I'm just curious what you wanted with them."

"Though I can probably guess."

She knew what Nan Feng was like.

He bullied men and women alike. She had no doubt about the former.

But as for the latter, she wouldn't have imagined him capable of it without seeing it with her own eyes.

"I thought you'd pin me against the wall in a rage, stick out your spider legs, poke me in the head, and demand to know if I had someone else in my heart and didn't love you anymore," Nan Feng said, disappointed.

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

"Right, right..." Nan Feng shrugged and sprawled across the large sofa.

This was the Pope's office. In principle, something this undignified shouldn't be here, but as the Pope's personal secretary, he couldn't be expected to work without anywhere to sit.

So the sofa had been added.

"If you're really that bored, go teach Nana about cultivating her Martial Soul," Bibi Dong said.

"Me?" Nan Feng lowered the little book in his hands.

"You want me, a measly Level 40 Soul Ancestor, to teach someone how to cultivate? Sis, I'm not even a proper Soul Master. I don't have a Spirit Ring or a Spirit Skill. How am I supposed to teach her?"

"Unless..."

"Stop, stop!" Bibi Dong hurriedly cut him off.

"Nana's still young. Don't try to fill her head with your nonsense."

Even she couldn't withstand all Nan Feng's tall tales!

Hu Liena would be completely led astray!

"No, no. Education has to start young." Nan Feng sat up.

"Actually, I have an idea!"

"What idea?" Bibi Dong asked, eyeing him warily.

"Spirit Hall follows the Angel God, right?" Nan Feng said.

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

"Does the Angel God have any... sayings or something?" Nan Feng asked.

"Sayings?" Bibi Dong froze.

"What are those?"

"Honestly!" Nan Feng looked exasperated.

"No wonder things are still such a mess after twenty thousand years! The Angel Clan really has no brains!"

"You've already got a living god as your ancestor, and you couldn't even put together a holy book!"

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

"A holy book?" Bibi Dong had a bad feeling.

"What is that?"

Nan Feng stood up. "Why, a classic for the ages, of course!"

"As everyone knows, gods are never wrong. Everything a god does is right, and anything that goes against a god is treason. Only the gods can bring glory!"

"Only those who believe in the great Angel God can ascend to heaven after death!"

"Those who defy the god deserve death!"

"..."

"Have you lost your mind?" Bibi Dong asked, bewildered.

"You believe this nonsense?"

"I don't, but what if everyone else does?" Nan Feng said.

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

"The Qian Family's descendants have proven unworthy. I suppose I'll have to pass on the Angel God's words to the world myself," Nan Feng sighed.

"Oh well. If I don't go to heaven, who will?"

"Where are you going?" Bibi Dong asked, utterly confused.

"I need to warn you: don't do it!"

"You can fool around with other things and Qian Daoliu won't bother with you. But if you dare mess around with this, that old man will activate his Martial Soul Avatar and beat the crap out of you in an instant!"

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

"You have a point. Then I'll go into seclusion first!"