Eating Up Favor from Both Sides: Nan Feng's "Moral High Ground" Defense

Only after sensing that the two had gone completely out of range did Bibi Dong suddenly whirl around and slap Nan Feng across the forehead with a smack!

"Are you demolishing my house?!"

"Do you have any idea how much effort it took me to grow those prized flowers?! Of all the places to cause trouble, you had to pick my favorite flowerbed?!"

Nan Feng clutched his forehead, utterly bewildered.

"What the hell! Why are you hitting me?! What does this have to do with me?! Couldn't you tell I was taking the blame for that spoiled little brat?!"

Bibi Dong crossed her arms, her face full of cold mockery.

"You dare say you had nothing to do with this? Qian Renxue knows those flowers are my treasures. She wouldn't dare mess around in there even if you gave her ten times the courage! And that 'destroying the evidence' nonsense... it sounds exactly like one of your rotten ideas!"

To clear himself of the accusation of wrecking the place, Nan Feng could only patiently explain the entire "cat-and-mouse game" that had taken place in the flowerbed to Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow after hearing him out. "So, according to you... you ran into my flowers first, tied her up with Spider Silk, and she got so angry that she set my flowers on fire?"

Nan Feng's eye twitched furiously. "...You mother and daughter really do have the exact same way of forcibly dumping blame on someone else."

At the words "mother and daughter," Bibi Dong's expression stiffened slightly. She awkwardly looked away and abruptly changed the subject.

"Forget about the flowers for now. You used Spider Silk to trap her just now. Don't you think that was a little too conspicuous?"

Bibi Dong's expression turned serious. "What you've shown everyone is that you're just a child who recently awakened his Martial Soul and only has level twelve Soul Power! Qian Renxue, on the other hand, is about to break through to Soul Elder."

"More importantly, her Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul naturally restrains your Spider Emperor. Yet what happened? You tied her up so thoroughly that she couldn't fight back at all. Even the attribute restraint didn't work!"

"Don't you think that's far too unbelievable?"

Nan Feng raised a brow. "So?"

Bibi Dong's breath caught. "Weren't you trying to hide your identity? If you display such unreasonable power to fight above your level, Qian Xunji will inevitably become wary and suspicious!"

"When did I ever say I wanted to hide my strength?"

Nan Feng spread his hands, looking completely innocent. "I've been keeping a low profile only because my Godly Trial isn't complete yet, so there's no need for me to run around showing off my strength."

"But that doesn't mean I have to deliberately act like a coward! If they really dare set their sights on me, one slap from me would be enough. In this entire Spirit City, other than Qian Daoliu, who's hiding atop Douluo Palace Mountain, who could stop me?"

Bibi Dong was momentarily speechless. "But if you really make a move and overturn Spirit Hall, what about my revenge?"

"Please!" Nan Feng rolled his eyes dramatically. "If you hadn't insisted on taking revenge with your own hands and refused to let me interfere no matter what, would I be stuck here as a six-year-old kid, playing house as your little brother?"

"Even if I really slapped Qian Xunji to death, what could his father Qian Daoliu do to me after he came out of seclusion?"

"I may be restricted by my Godly Trial and unable to beat him right now, but that only means I can't beat him. As for everyone else in Spirit Hall, they're all porcelain dolls that would shatter at a touch in my eyes."

"I came back with you because I was worried about your safety. And, of course, I also wanted to get out and relax a little. I'd been trapped in that pitch-black Hell Road for decades."

"Since I'm out here on vacation to unwind, why would I put up with being wronged?"

"Besides, I was only teasing that little brat just now. Letting her suffer a little would temper her personality, so she doesn't come running over to throw her young lady tantrums at me every other day."

"As for my unusual Spider Silk... can't we just say my Martial Soul mutated? Douluo Continent is so vast. What's so strange about a mutated genius appearing? It's no big deal."

Bibi Dong stared at him speechlessly. "But your mutation is a little too absurd! It ignores such a massive Soul Power gap and even completely nullifies the restraint of the holy attribute! No matter how slow Qian Xunji is, he should realize something is wrong!"

"Relax, I know what I'm doing. Nothing will go wrong."

Nan Feng waved his tiny hand. "Besides, it's only a simple binding ability. It isn't some invincible absolute defense."

"My Spider Silk does possess incredible toughness and strength, along with absurd energy-mimicking properties."

"But at the end of the day, it's still just a strand of Spider Silk."

Bibi Dong froze for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"It can't be burned away, and brute force can't break it free..."

Nan Feng sighed. "Why not just find a sharp knife and cut it?"

"You're a spider too. Do I really need to teach you something like that?"

Bibi Dong fell silent for a moment, then slowly crouched down until she was eye level with Nan Feng. "We'll let this one go. But from now on, can you stop making such unbelievable commotions?"

Nan Feng looked utterly confused. "Why?"

"I want to handle my own affairs myself." Bibi Dong took a deep breath. "I know you want to help me, but I can't accept your clean-cut approach."

Nan Feng's eye twitched. "In plain terms, you still have a sliver of fantasy left about Yu Xiaogang, and you can't let go of this so-called first love, right?"

Bibi Dong's gaze darted away, and she clenched her teeth. "That was my youth, after all! Even if you spoke so harshly in Hell Road and exposed my obsession with him as nothing but self-deception... I still can't immediately cut away that past completely."

"I need time. Maybe one day I'll be able to let it go, but right now, I can't."

"Fine, fine, fine."

Nan Feng helplessly waved his hand, like an old man whose granddaughter had angered him enough to make his liver ache.

"Take your time agonizing over it and making a mess of things! You're the one who'll suffer in the end, anyway."

"Then promise me you won't do anything reckless from now on, all right?" Bibi Dong pressed.

"What do you mean, reckless? I know my limits. I won't let things get out of control. At most, I'll just tease that little girl."

Nan Feng curled his lip, his mismatched eyes staring directly at her. "And I really don't understand. You clearly think she's innocent too, so why insist on putting on a cold face and driving her away? Doesn't that hurt you too?"

Bibi Dong's expression stiffened, and she was just about to speak.

"Enough. Don't feed me that self-deceptive crap."

Nan Feng waved his hand. "If I couldn't see through even that much of your saying one thing while meaning another, the God of Evil would have played me to death long ago."

"It's getting late, and I don't feel like debating you today. You can't win against me anyway. Get some rest early."

With that, he marched back to his room on his short little legs without another care.

Back in his room, Nan Feng lay down on the bed.

He had forcibly changed himself into this form and come out not only for Bibi Dong, but also for Qian Renxue.

Although the eighth Trial of the God of Evil only required him to cultivate three or more heirs to gods, with no other mandatory conditions.

But he wasn't stupid. If he went through all that effort to raise several gods, only for them to end up on different sides and become his enemies, wouldn't that be like lifting a rock only to smash his own foot?

So if he was going to cultivate them, he had to cultivate a group that was absolutely loyal to him!

Bibi Dong's mental state had already stabilized. As long as he guided her step by step, there shouldn't be much of a problem.

But Qian Renxue, that proud little angel, was far more troublesome.

The bloody enmity between Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji was the deadliest knot between mother and daughter.

Nan Feng knew very well that he absolutely could not personally interfere in such an extreme family tragedy.

After all, this was someone else's family affair.

Even if their family fought until their heads were bloody, that was still an internal grudge.

If he directly or indirectly helped Bibi Dong kill Qian Xunji, he might be able to leave no trace now, and Qian Renxue might not suspect him.

But! That bastard Bi Yang, the God of Evil, would definitely reveal the truth during Qian Renxue's Godly Trial in the future!

Once Qian Renxue learned that he had stabbed her in the back and killed her father, her mindset would collapse on the spot, and all his earlier groundwork would have been for nothing!

That was why he had never planned to help Bibi Dong take revenge from the start. He even had to symbolically try to stop her.

Whether it worked didn't matter. As long as he had "stopped" her and "persuaded" her, he would occupy the absolute moral high ground!

Even if Qian Renxue learned the truth someday, she would have no reason to blame him, the innocent old ancestor who had "tried to mend the family rift."

Even today's whole mess in the flowerbed had been part of Nan Feng's meticulous calculations.

He used Mutated Spider Silk to trap Qian Renxue, leaving her utterly helpless, then turned around and took the blame for her.

It was the most classic and effective psychological tactic: the stick and the carrot.

First, he crushed her with absolute strength!

Even if he had used a "dirty trick," the fact remained that Qian Renxue, who was about to break through to Soul Elder, had been trapped without any ability to resist by a mere level-twelve child!

That directly shattered the sense of superiority she had been most proud of in terms of strength!

The reason she had later lowered her voice to coax him rested entirely on the premise that she had "lost."

After crushing her both physically and psychologically, he had then shown tolerance and taken the blame for her while holding every advantage.

After this flawless round of psychological manipulation, Qian Renxue would never again be able to put on the lofty airs of Spirit Hall's young mistress before him.

The difficulty of winning over this proud little angel had instantly plummeted!