Nan Feng jumped off the chair and walked up to Tang Yuehua with small steps, "I don't know how many things I have done that are more despicable, cruel, and desperate than this."
"In order to gain power, I could even pull out the corpse of Qian Xunji and whip it; in order to subdue the major forces, I could even engage in public opinion warfare."
"Now, it's just a little girl tied up to blackmail an old poisoner."
"You actually called me mean?"
Nan Feng stretched out her white and tender hands and gently tugged on Tang Yuehua's expensive skirt. An innocent but creepy smile appeared on her face:
"Mrs. Yue, put away your ridiculous moral obsession."
"In this world of cannibalism, a good means is a means that can achieve the goal."
"Besides..."
Nan Feng pointed to Dugu Yan on the ground:
"If that old poisonous guy knows what's going on, not only will this girl be fine, but she will also follow her grandfather and become a guest of the Spirit Hall."
"How can this be called despicable?"
"This is called... finding a good future for her."
Seeing Nan Feng's confident look, Tang Yuehua was so angry that he laughed.
"Good future..."
Her chest heaved violently, her eyes were slightly red, and her voice had a hint of trembling sarcasm:
"Is this your so-called method? Three years ago, when you forced Clear Sky Sect into desperation, you also used the same rhetoric! What you said was for our good, and what you said was in line with the general trend!"
"Is this the logic of a shameless person like you?!"
"Shameless?"
Nan Feng jumped off the soft couch, pacing on the huge Persian carpet with his little hands behind his back, "Then I want to ask you a question, Mrs. Yue."
"How have you been, Clear Sky Sect, in the past three years?"
"Then how are you doing with the four single-attribute clans that have surrendered to the Spirit Hall?"
"Compared to hiding in the deep mountains and old forests and being a coward, not even having enough to eat, and having to worry about being scared... isn't it better now than before?"
"Now this Soul Master World is in order and Spirit Hall rewards and punishments are clear. Isn't it better than the chaotic world before?"
Nan Feng stopped and turned around, "You feel humiliated and find it difficult to accept, just because the former Clear Sky Sect had the false reputation of being the number one sect in the world."
"And this false reputation is because you chose to bow to the Spirit Hall in order to survive. As a result, many people from Soul Master World are poking your back behind your back, saying that you are weak-minded and that you have become Spirit Hall's lackeys."
"Say you... arrogantly becoming the number one sect in the world."
"Right?"
Tang Yuehua's face turned pale and his fingers were clutching his sleeves.
These words are exactly the curse that has haunted every Haotian Sect disciple like a nightmare in the past three years.
"I don't deny that Clear Sky Sect has indeed lost face."
Nan Feng spread his hands with an indifferent look on his face:
"But at least you're alive, right?"
"At the beginning, it was you who chose to submit to the Spirit Hall in order to survive and preserve the inheritance of the sect. This was not only the decision of Tang Xiao and those elders, but also the choice of thousands of people in the Clear Sky Sect themselves!"
"Did I give everyone a chance at the public trial of Qian Xunji?"
Nan Feng's voice suddenly rose a little higher, with an aggressive momentum:
"I made it clear at the time - if you are not convinced, stand up! Revenge if you have a grudge, and retaliate if you have a grudge!"
"How many Soul Masters who had been persecuted by Qian Xunji came forward that day? They settled their grudges in public in front of the Soul Masters of the world, and even if they died, they died vigorously!"
"But where are you Clear Sky Sect?!"
"At that time, who stood up? Who dared to fart?"
"Where are Tang Xiao? Where are Great Elder? Where are those Clear Sky Sect disciples who are usually so arrogant?"
"When I put the opportunity in front of you to show you the strength of the so-called 'number one sect in the world', every one of them shrank their heads and said nothing!"
"What? You pretended to be a grandson in order to survive, but now you have lived a stable life for too long and you want to save face again?"
"You want to be a coward to save your life, but also want others to praise you for your power and domineering power?"
"Are you cheap or not?"
This series of questions was like a loud slap in the face, slapping Tang Yuehua hard on the face, leaving her ashamed and angry, but speechless.
"Say no more."
Nan Feng sneered and continued to hit:
"If you are scolded or humiliated, won't you fight back?"
"The rules of Soul Master World are clear. Whoever has the bigger fist has the right. If you find it unpleasant to be called a 'running dog', you can openly challenge those who gossip, or even engage in a life-and-death fight in Great Soul Arena!"
"Go!"
"Why don't you go?"
"Are you afraid of death? Or do you know in your heart that even if you kill those people and silence their mouths, you yourself will feel ashamed and your knees will be too weak to straighten up?"
Nan Feng walked up to Tang Yuehua and stood on tiptoes, his young face full of vicious ridicule:
"If you feel ashamed, you can commit suicide."
"If you can't survive, then die. Is it difficult to wipe your neck?"
"Who stopped you?"
"In order to survive and for that little profit, I lost my backbone, and now I don't allow others to say a few words?"
"You still have to let people hold you up, support you, and continue to call you 'the best in the world'?"
"Where does that face come from?"
"Why are you so embarrassed?"
Nan Feng spat disdainfully:
"Face is something you earn by yourself, not given by others, nor can you rely on the legacy of your ancestors for a lifetime."
"You don't even understand this bit of truth, and you still pretend to be 'the best sect in the world' all day long."
"Without the Tang Chen of those days, what would you, these unscrupulous descendants, be like?"
"The best in the world..."
Nan Feng shook his head, "Tang Hao, that reckless man, at least dares to pick up a hammer and fight with Qian Xunji."
"At least he dares to risk his life for his wife and children. Even if his reputation is ruined in the end, even if he lives like a lost dog, at least his backbone has been tough."
"And what about you? Where is Clear Sky Sect?"
"Aside from being sad here, besides feeling aggrieved here, what else do you... have?"
Nan Feng looked at the pale and shaky Tang Yuehua, the contempt in her eyes did not diminish at all, but it made her even more amused because of her strong so-called "aristocratic dignity".
He was too lazy to talk nonsense to this woman.
Although on the surface Tang Yuehua is the long-sleeved "Mrs. Moon" in Heaven Dou City who is good at dancing and teaches aristocratic etiquette. She seems gentle and elegant, but underneath this skin, she has the arrogance engraved in her bones that is a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect.
It's a pity that she doesn't have the strength to support this arrogance.
"Tang Chen is qualified to talk about pride, because he is Peerless Douluo, and he can break the rules of this world with one hammer."
Nan Feng climbed back on the chair again, dangling his two short legs.
"That reckless man Tang Hao can barely be considered worthy. After all, he dares to risk his life with Qian Xunji."
"But what about the rest of you Clear Sky Sect?"
"Where do you get your faces?"
Nan Feng pointed at his head and sneered:
"Because there is a strong ancestor on your head, and because there was a Tang Hao who dared to fight hard, you have the illusion that you are also a strong person?"
"Actually?"
"Peel off the "No. 1 in the World" painting, and inside you will find a group of weaklings who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and only know how to live in a nest."
Looking at Tang Yuehua's trembling eyelashes, Nan Feng leaned forward, with a cruel smile showing insight into human nature on his young face:
"Mrs. Yue, do you know why you are angry because outsiders talk about the Clear Sky Sect? Are you ashamed?"
"Why do you jump like a cat whose tail has been stepped on when you hear the word 'running dog'?"
"Lies never hurt, truth is the sharpest knife."
Nan Feng raised a finger and shook it gently:
"If someone points at Qian Daoliu's nose and scolds him now, saying that he is a waste and that he has no ability, any Titled Douluo can push him to the ground and rub him."
"Do you think Qian Daoliu will be angry?"
"He won't."
"He doesn't even bother to deal with it. He even thinks that person is a clown and a lunatic."
"Because it's false and nonsense."
"But if someone points at his nose and scolds him, saying that he is treacherous, that he has a crooked upper beam and a crooked lower beam, and that he has raised a bastard son, he is an old hypocrite who would even sell family ties for Angel God beliefs."
"That old guy will definitely get angry and even kill someone on the spot regardless of his identity."
"Why?"
"Because it's true."
Nan Feng leaned back in his chair, looked at the pale Tang Yuehua, and spread his hands:
"Same thing."
"Clear Sky Sect people are so angry, so sensitive, and feel so humiliated."
"Isn't it because what others said... are all facts?"
"You know better than anyone in your heart that in order to survive, you did kneel down, you did become Spirit Hall's subordinates, and you did disgrace your ancestors."
"The most secret pustule in my heart that I least want to admit has been exposed. That's why I feel pain and jump."
"Admit it, Mrs. Yue."
Nan Feng picked up the pastry on the table and took a bite with half interest:
"What you are angry about is not other people's insults, but your own cowardice and incompetence."