The Ancestor Was Sulking, and the Saintess Coaxed Him Online

Faced with Nan Feng's undisguised, chilling killing intent, Bibi Dong's heart lurched in panic, and she instinctively blurted out:

"Xiao Gang is innocent! You can't kill him!"

The sneer on Nan Feng's face instantly froze, and obvious impatience flashed through his eyes.

"So you really have been brainwashed by him to the point that you no longer know heaven from earth. The blade is already at your throat, yet you're still making excuses for that trash. Are you still this stubbornly deluded?"

"Since you're trapped in the situation yourself, blinded by those sweet lies and unable to pull yourself free..."

Nan Feng's gaze turned sharp. "Then I, as your elder, will help you break free!"

"I never asked you to help me!"

Bibi Dong's rebelliousness was stirred as well. With reddened eyes, she retorted loudly, "What is this supposed to be? You're using your status as an ancestor and claiming it's for my own good, just so you can kill the person I love? How is your lofty self-righteousness any different from Qian Xunji forcing me?!"

The air seemed to freeze at that instant.

"Fine, fine, fine!"

Nan Feng laughed in anger. "I'm self-righteous? I'm no different from Qian Xunji?!"

Bibi Dong's expression tightened. Seeing Nan Feng's face darken, she suddenly realized that she had gone too far.

Yet the stubbornness in her heart made her bite her lip tightly, refusing to yield even half a step.

"Since Her Highness the Saintess thinks I'm meddling and being self-righteous..."

Nan Feng snorted coldly and flicked his sleeve as he turned away.

"Then I won't interfere! Let whoever wants to deceive you deceive you. Even if you die outside tomorrow, don't expect me to waste another word on you!"

With that, Nan Feng leaped away and vanished into the depths of the Spider Silk Palace.

Bibi Dong stood there blankly, looking at the empty hall, utterly at a loss for a moment.

The warmth filling the surroundings, along with the power suppressing the Rakshasa Evil Thought, receded as well. The suffocating stench of blood from Hell Road began to seep back in.

It seemed... she had truly made this ancestor angry?

After standing there for a long while, once the heat of her impulse had passed, Bibi Dong gradually regained her reason.

Recalling Nan Feng's words just now, every sentence had been barbed, even somewhat extreme. But if she set aside her rose-colored view of Yu Xiaogang and thought carefully...

Weren't the realities Nan Feng had spoken of reasonable?

Besides, comparing Nan Feng to that beast Qian Xunji had indeed been too much.

After a long silence, Bibi Dong bit her lower lip and finally followed in the direction Nan Feng had gone, cautiously trailing after him.

Passing through layer upon layer of spiderwebs, she found Nan Feng.

He was sprawled on his back atop a massive hammock woven from grayish-white Spider Silk, his hands tucked behind his head and one leg crossed over the other, looking as though he were declaring, "I'm angry. Keep out."

Bibi Dong stopped beside the hammock, wringing her hands awkwardly. After hesitating for a long time, she finally said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "I'm sorry..."

Nan Feng did not even raise his eyelids. He sneered sarcastically, "Oh? Isn't Her Highness the Saintess being far too courteous? You can actually be sorry to me?"

"It's me who should be sorry to you."

Nan Feng turned over, putting his back to her. "I had nothing better to do! I haven't even settled my own Godly Trial, yet I came running over to meddle in your mess! I must be sick! Hmph!"

Seeing an ancestor who was a peerless Douluo sulking here like a child, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with surprise, followed by even deeper guilt.

This ancestor, who knew how many years he had lived, not only had not held her offense against her but had even taken the initiative to help suppress the Rakshasa's evil thought.

His words might have been harsh, but he really had been standing up for her.

More importantly...

After she had contradicted him to his face like that, even comparing him to that animal Qian Xunji, Nan Feng had not flown into a rage from humiliation like Qian Xunji or used force against her. He had merely run off here to sulk by himself.

Bibi Dong's eyes grew slightly hot, and the frozen hardness in her heart seemed to melt at one corner.

She moved two steps closer and extended a pale finger. Just as she had when she angered an elder as a child, she gently shook the edge of the hammock.

"Ancestor..."

"I really know I was wrong. I was just anxious earlier. I didn't mean to contradict you..."

"I just feel that, even if Xiao Gang back then... even if he truly had thoughts of using me and plotting against me, he... he doesn't deserve to die..."

The hammock stopped swaying.

Nan Feng slowly turned his head. His heterochromatic eyes watched her quietly, their depth impossible to fathom.

"Doesn't deserve to die?"

He gave a soft laugh and suddenly asked, "Then what about Qian Xunji? Should he die?"

At the mention of that name, Bibi Dong's gaze instantly turned icy and piercing. Overwhelming hatred spilled forth beyond her control.

"Of course he should die! I wish I could cut him into a thousand pieces!"

Nan Feng looked at her gritted-teeth expression, but suddenly smiled.

There was a trace of deep meaning in that smile. "It seems... Qian Xunji still carries quite some weight in your heart."

Bibi Dong's expression stiffened sharply, and her tone froze over. "What do you mean?"

"Love and hatred share the same root."

Nan Feng sat up, his gaze calm yet seeming to pierce directly into her heart.

"The reason you hate Qian Xunji so heart-wrenchingly, wishing you could eat his flesh and drink his blood, is precisely because... before that, you had once been filled with endless admiration, respect, and even complete reliance upon him."

Bibi Dong's breathing suddenly quickened, veins bulging across the back of her hand.

"So when he tore apart that image of a kind teacher with his own hands, when that emotion that had been nearly akin to faith shattered with a crash... the enormous fall from the clouds into hell drove you nearly mad."

"You could not accept that the person you revered like a god had done something so worse than beastly. You could accept even less that the perfect image of your teacher in your heart had completely collapsed."

"So, subconsciously, you began desperately hypnotizing yourself."

Nan Feng stared fixedly at Bibi Dong's suddenly constricted pupils. "You kept telling yourself: he had been pretending from the very beginning, he had long harbored wicked intentions, he was a complete and utter beast! He deserved to die!"

"Because only by debasing him until he was worthless, only by using the most extreme hatred to cover everything up... could you force yourself to forget the sincere reverence and affection you once held for him."

Nan Feng sighed. "Otherwise, faced with that genuine devotion being betrayed, you would have completely gone mad long ago. Right?"

Bibi Dong bit her lower lip hard, her body trembling faintly, but she did not say a word.

"As for that Yu Xiaogang..."

Nan Feng paused. "Honestly, you don't actually have much genuine feeling for him either."

Bibi Dong suddenly raised her head, just about to speak when Nan Feng waved a hand to stop her.

"Don't rush to argue. Listen to me first."

Nan Feng leaned back against the hammock again, hands behind his head as he spoke leisurely. "When people are struggling in an abyss, they always have to find themselves a spiritual pillar. Otherwise, how could they endure?"

"Once, Qian Xunji was that flawless teacher in your eyes. He was your faith and your greatest spiritual pillar. But this pillar not only collapsed—it became the most disgusting, most hateful thing in your life."

"The moment your faith collapsed, you had actually already broken down."

Nan Feng looked at her gradually paling face.

"And to keep yourself from going completely mad, to retain your final thread of sanity in this hopeless situation, you desperately seized the nearest straw. You forcibly pulled Yu Xiaogang over and turned him into your new spiritual pillar!"

"You began desperately idealizing him in your heart."

"You layered thick filters over him, one after another. Without even realizing it, you transferred every perfect fantasy you had once held for Qian Xunji, every lofty filter, all at once onto Yu Xiaogang!"

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted violently, and her breathing grew increasingly rapid.

"You regarded him as your only spiritual refuge."

"Just as you had with Qian Xunji, you began desperately hypnotizing yourself."

"You told yourself over and over again: you loved Yu Xiaogang so deeply."

"You told yourself: he was perfect, a wise man whose talent had gone unrecognized, the light in your life. He was worth betraying Spirit Hall for, worth suffering such inhuman humiliation for without ever regretting it."

"Only then..."

Nan Feng's voice suddenly sank. "Only then could you barely preserve the last shred of pride you had left in that mire of humiliation!"

Bibi Dong staggered back two steps. Her legs weakened, and she nearly collapsed onto the ground.

Nan Feng sat upright, looking down at her from above.

"You dared not admit that you had been blind and chosen the wrong person."

"You dared even less to face that bloody reality: you, the once-in-a-millennium peerless genius of Spirit Hall, had ruined the life that should have shone brilliantly because of a worthless piece of trash full of schemes!"

"That hurts you more than death!"

Nan Feng stared at Bibi Dong's unfocused eyes, now filled with terror.

"So you protected him desperately and refused to let anyone slander him."

"Because the one you loved was never Yu Xiaogang at all..."

"What you loved was merely your pitiful and tragic pride."