My Mind Was Assimilated by the Spider Emperor and Became Rather Simple

As one of the core buildings of the Pope Palace, the Saintess Palace held a status equivalent to the crown prince's eastern palace within the imperial palaces of the Two Great Empires. It stood on the eastern side of the Pope Palace.

The moment she entered her own bedchamber, Bibi Dong's taut nerves finally relaxed.

Since she preferred peace and quiet by nature, there were hardly any idle people moving about within the Saintess Palace. Even her personal maids did not dare enter the bedchamber area without permission.

Compared to Bibi Dong's exhaustion, Nan Feng, transformed into a five- or six-year-old child, showed no restraint at all. Like a curious child, he poked and prodded his way around the spacious, luxurious bedchamber.

Seeing his provincial behavior, Bibi Dong could not help raising an eyebrow and asking in confusion,

"Did you... really spend all those decades living like a savage in the deep mountains?"

"Not really."

Nan Feng took a few steps on his short little legs, leapt up, and sprawled across Bibi Dong's soft, spacious bed, rubbing against it comfortably.

"I still went to Heaven Dou City now and then. Especially after breaking through to Titled Douluo—I was bored, so I often sneaked into the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace to have some fun."

Bibi Dong's eye twitched, and her gaze immediately turned wary. "What did you sneak into the imperial palace in the middle of the night for?"

Nan Feng turned his head, propped up his little face with one hand, and raised an eyebrow at her. "You tell me."

Bibi Dong's expression instantly became slightly awkward, and her tone carried a trace of disdain. "Don't tell me... you went to the emperor's harem?"

"Seriously? You have such vulgar thoughts too?"

Nan Feng complained speechlessly. "I had no interest in those caged birds locked away in the inner palace. I just wandered around. At most, I chatted with those lonely harem consorts about life and ideals."

"Still..."

Nan Feng stroked his chin. "Quite a few of them did throw themselves at me. After all, I could appear and disappear freely in the heavily guarded inner palace. Those women were timid, terrified that I might kill them if I got unhappy, so they always imagined all sorts of strange unspoken rules. But I genuinely had no interest in them."

Bibi Dong's face plainly said, "I don't believe you." "Really? A virile grown man sneaking into the emperor's harem in the middle of the night, faced with consorts throwing themselves at him—would he truly have no thoughts at all?"

"Look at you! You're overthinking things too!"

Nan Feng sighed helplessly and spread his hands. "But I really had no thoughts like that. My body had absolutely no worldly desire for those things."

"I simply couldn't work up any interest, understand? To put it bluntly, sometimes I felt like a eunuch."

Bibi Dong froze, and her disdain instantly turned into shock.

"...Why?"

"Sigh, it's a long story."

Nan Feng rolled over on the bed and stared at the ceiling. "When I was young, my mind was filled with surviving and cultivating. I never thought much about this sort of thing. By the time I truly realized there was a problem, decades had already passed, and I was training on Sea God Island."

"At the time, I encountered the Mermaid Clan in the waters near Sea God Island. I'd never seen mermaids before and found them strange, so I went over for a closer look."

"In the end, those mermaids stared at me for ages before reaching a conclusion—there was something wrong with my brain."

"Because for a normal adult man, upon seeing barely clothed mermaids, no matter how strong his self-control was or how much he restrained himself, some lustful instinct would inevitably arise in his mind."

"But my heart remained utterly unmoved. I was even studying how their fish tails grew."

"Only then, after they pointed it out, did I realize... there really was something wrong with my brain, or rather, my body."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's expression became exceedingly complicated, even carrying a trace of sympathy.

"At first, I suspected that perhaps my cultivation method was too sinister, or that the extreme environment of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well had damaged my body."

Nan Feng continued, "Later, when I went to the Capital of Slaughter and accepted the inheritance of the God of Evil, I casually asked about it. The Evil God King told me: both."

"The root cause was that when I was five, bandits massacred my village. The immense shock forced my Martial Soul to awaken ahead of time."

"That intense trauma caused enormous irreversible damage to a body that had not yet fully developed. I simply failed to notice it at the time because I was focused on staying alive."

"Then I mainly cultivated the cold and tyrannical Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor Martial Soul. That sinister Soul Power circulated through my body for so long that it deepened the damage further. After that, the extreme cold and heat of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well added another layer of pressure to this body."

Nan Feng sat up and shrugged.

"Fortunately, as my cultivation rose steadily, my body somehow achieved a bizarre balance between self-destruction and repair."

"To put it simply—the hardware wasn't broken. The function was still there."

"But it lost its passive trigger mechanism. It would only react when I consciously and deliberately thought about that kind of thing."

"If I didn't consciously think about it, then even if someone stripped naked and stood in front of me, my body wouldn't feel the slightest instinctive urge."

After hearing this diagnosis, which could only be called a medical miracle, Bibi Dong fell silent for a long while before softly saying, "Sorry, I... didn't mean to."

She knew full well how devastating such a thing could be to a man's pride.

"Sorry for what?" Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, looking utterly baffled. "Do you think I'd care about something so boring?"

Bibi Dong blanked. "Huh?"

"If I cared about that sort of thing, would I have waited until a few fish on Sea God Island reminded me before noticing?"

Nan Feng rolled his eyes. "Besides, it's not like I can't do it. I merely changed a passive skill into an active one."

"And you seem to have misunderstood. This wasn't merely a problem with my lower half. There was something wrong with my brain too."

Bibi Dong was completely stunned. "There's something wrong with your brain too?"

"That's right." Nan Feng pointed at his head. "According to the God of Evil, because my Martial Soul was forcibly awakened early, along with the long-term erosion from sinister Soul Power while I lived alone in the deep mountains... my brain was deeply assimilated by the Twin Spider Emperor Martial Soul. It became... rather simple!"

Bibi Dong's eye twitched wildly. "You call someone who kidnaps and extorts people every day... simple?"

"Of course I don't mean simple like some sweet, innocent fool!"

Nan Feng explained helplessly. "I mean that I lack many of the emotional twists and turns normal humans have."

"The beastly instincts of the Spider Emperor affected my subconscious, causing my way of doing things to lean more toward a spider's instincts."

"For example, I liked quietly spinning webs, trapping prey, then slowly playing with and teasing it, enjoying that pleasure of holding life and death in my hands."

A chilling darkness flickered through Nan Feng's mismatched eyes, but it quickly vanished, and he returned to looking like an innocent little child.

"Because my mind was filled with the simple logic of a predator, I had none of the strong worldly yearning normal humans had for the dazzling outside world, power and wealth, or even love between men and women."

"If I weren't like this..."

Nan Feng curled his lips and looked at Bibi Dong.

"Who do you think could endure decades of bitter cultivation in deep mountains where not even a ghost could be seen, then force himself all the way to Rank 99, the realm of an Ultimate Douluo?"

"In a sense, this could be considered a blessing in disguise."

Bibi Dong looked at him strangely. "I can clearly see the misfortune. Where's the blessing?"

"Your brain became abnormal. You even lost the emotional logic humans ought to possess. You can't experience ordinary human happiness and can only spin webs and hunt prey like a simple-minded giant spider... what kind of blessing is that?"

"I mean, what are you thinking?"

Nan Feng rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Even as a spider, reaching my level would make me a top-tier Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, an overlord-level existence! There's absolutely nothing wrong with my brain, okay?"

"My subconscious was only influenced by the beastly nature of the Spider Emperor, but my conscious human mind remained perfectly clear. The blessing I meant was patience."