Nan Feng's Name: Bearing the Gentle Warmth of the South, Emulating the Frost Maple's Steadfastness

"Hah..."

After a long while, Bibi Dong finally calmed herself completely.

When she turned around again, the faint redness at the corners of her eyes had faded, and she had regained her usual cold aloofness and pride.

However, when she looked at Nan Feng, there was noticeably less frost in her eyes and a trace of subtle reverence.

"...How should I address you?" Bibi Dong asked softly.

Nan Feng waved a hand and said casually, "Just call me Nan Feng."

Yet Bibi Dong hesitated, her brows knitting slightly. "It would be especially disrespectful to address an ancestor by name. May I ask for your title?"

"Title?"

Nan Feng rubbed his chin and pretended to ponder for a moment.

This really put him in a difficult spot. Back then, he had hidden away in Sunset Forest until he reached Rank Ninety-Nine. He had never shown his face in the soul master world, so where would he have gotten a title?

But losing face was not an option. He had to keep up appearances.

"Demon God." Nan Feng calmly uttered the two words.

Bibi Dong froze for a moment and swiftly searched through the vast records of Spirit Hall in her mind.

After thinking it over carefully for a long time, she was certain that there had never been a Titled Douluo like this on Douluo Continent in the past century. There was not even a single mention of him.

As though seeing through her doubts, Nan Feng smiled faintly and clasped his hands behind his back.

"I cultivated deep in the mountains and ancient forests from a young age, never concerning myself with worldly affairs. I have never involved myself in the petty scheming of the soul master world. The title Demon God was forced upon me by that girl Bo Saixi back on Sea God Island."

He paused, and his tone softened. "It is merely a form of address, so there is no need for you to dwell on it. Just call me Nan Feng. I do not mind."

Seeing that Bibi Dong was still somewhat hesitant, Nan Feng decided to give her a cultural lesson and immediately switched into bluffing mode.

He tilted his head slightly upward, his voice becoming distant and ethereal.

"South signifies the warm and gentle breeze; maple signifies the sincere crimson of a noble tree."

"Thus, the name Nan Feng bears the gentle warmth of the southern lands, to cultivate oneself thereby; it emulates the steadfastness of the frost maple, to establish oneself in the world thereby. May it be like the caress of the south wind, bringing kindness without cost; like the flourishing red maple, growing more fragrant with age."

Bibi Dong was utterly stunned.

Though she recognized every word when they were taken apart, and roughly understood their meaning, hearing Nan Feng recite them in such an archaic, elegant tone instantly made them seem unbelievably profound.

Such a simple meaning had somehow been made to sound so unfathomably deep...

This ancestor of mine is not only terrifyingly powerful, but...

He seems so cultured!

Seeing Bibi Dong's awestruck gaze, Nan Feng secretly reveled in it.

He had prepared this speech in his head long ago, just waiting for someone to ask so he could show off!

After playing the cultured man, Nan Feng abruptly changed the subject, his gaze turning sharp in an instant.

"By the way, why would a girl like you come to a filthy place like this?"

Before Bibi Dong could answer, Nan Feng suddenly narrowed his eyes and stepped sharply closer.

"And... why do you carry the aura of evil thoughts?"

Nan Feng stared fixedly at her. "That Rakshasa fellow found you, didn't it?"

Bibi Dong's entire body stiffened, and the guard she had only just lowered instinctively rose again.

The Rakshasa Godly Trial was the greatest secret buried deep within her heart!

No one besides herself knew of it.

Yet this man before her had seen through it at a glance?!

Seeing Bibi Dong's wary expression, Nan Feng gave a dismissive chuckle and explained,

"There is no need to be nervous. The Capital of Slaughter was originally a secret inheritance realm established by the Asura God, a land of pure, ultimate slaughter."

"But later, it was invaded by the Rakshasa God, which poured endless evil thoughts into it. That was how it became the Capital of Slaughter it is today, filled with depravity, lust, and madness."

Nan Feng's gaze swept over Bibi Dong.

"Something is wrong with your aura. That is not the pure killing intent of the Asura God, but Rakshasa Power mixed with far too many negative emotions. The Rakshasa God has set its sights on you, hasn't it?"

Bibi Dong drew a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart as she could not help but ask,

"Since you know this place so well... then could it be that what you received was the legendary inheritance of the Asura God?"

"No."

Nan Feng shook his head. "What I received was neither Asura nor Rakshasa."

"It was the God of Evil!"

The moment those words fell, Nan Feng's eyes suddenly became incomparably deep.

Boom—!

A terrifying gray-black divine power, suffocating in its intensity, erupted violently from Nan Feng as its center!

That power was cold and gloomy, carrying a pure evil that seemed capable of devouring all light as it spread everywhere without leaving a single gap.

The Rakshasa resentment and dense killing aura that had been raging restlessly within Bibi Dong instantly fell silent!

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted sharply!

The Rakshasa Evil Thought that had always lurked deep within her mind, gnawing away at her sanity day and night like gangrene clinging to the bone, was now before this gray-black divine power...

Trembling in fear?

Not only that, even the violent killing aura she had accumulated through one hundred bloody battles in the Capital of Slaughter seemed to have been completely frozen.

The hostility, agitation, and madness that had filled her mind for so long vanished without a trace like a receding tide.

In their place was an unprecedented clarity and calmness!

What terrifying power!

Bibi Dong was horrified.

Merely releasing its aura had suppressed the Rakshasa God's evil thoughts to this extent. Just what kind of terrifying existence was this God of Evil?!

Seeing Bibi Dong's uncertain expression, Nan Feng withdrew his aura and snorted coldly.

"That Rakshasa fellow is no good thing. Once its power sets its sights on someone, they either get tortured into a mental breakdown by endless evil thoughts or become assimilated into a madman."

He stepped forward. "Enough. I will help you purge this Rakshasa Evil Thought right now!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, gray-black Evil God Power surging within his palm.

However, Bibi Dong's reaction caught Nan Feng by surprise.

"No!"

Bibi Dong abruptly retreated, her eyes instantly filled with extreme resistance as she guarded herself fiercely.

Nan Feng's hand froze in midair. He frowned, his face full of confusion. "Why?"

Bibi Dong bit down hard on her lower lip. "I... I need this power!"

"This is utter nonsense!"

Nan Feng's expression darkened, looking like he was disappointed that she refused to live up to expectations. "With the talent of your Twin Spider Emperor, reaching my current realm will not be difficult given enough time. Why insist on meddling with such a sinister thing that devours people whole?"

"I cannot wait that long!" Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rose, and her eyes instantly reddened, even showing faint traces of blood.

"Why?" Nan Feng pressed.

"What exactly happened?"

Bibi Dong opened her mouth, but no words came out.

That darkest and most humiliating memory, buried deep within her heart, surged forth again like a nightmare—

A secret chamber, a teacher worse than a beast, dignity torn apart by force...

She clenched her teeth tightly, her entire body trembling. Her exquisitely beautiful face twisted slightly under the overwhelming humiliation and hatred.

How could she say it? How could she tell this lofty ancestor before her that she had once suffered such unbearable violation?!

Seeing Bibi Dong's desperate and humiliated appearance, Nan Feng's heart sank slightly as well.

"Hah..."

Nan Feng let out a long sigh, putting away his previous severity as his tone became exceptionally gentle and forgiving.

"Silly child, if you have any grievances, just tell me."

He stepped closer again. This time, Bibi Dong did not retreat.

Nan Feng looked directly into her eyes.

"Could it be that you think I would refuse to help you?"

"Though I have not completed my Godly Trial, in this mortal world..."

Nan Feng lifted his chin slightly, his gaze filled with dominance. "There truly are not many who can stand against me, Nan Feng!"