bookbashuk Chapter 93 What do you want me to do?
Chapter 93 What do you want me to do?
Chapter 93 What do you want me to do?
The air inside the hall seemed to freeze completely.
Qian Daoliu's body suddenly stiffened.
If we were to admit that Qian Xunji started the war, it would only be an admission of the son's incompetence and greed.
So this question directly addresses that filthiest and most disgusting fig leaf.
This is the only one.
This sordid, sinful truth, capable of destroying human morality, was something he could never bring himself to tell Qian Renxue.
"Grandpa! Say something!"
Seeing Qian Daoliu close his eyes and turn his head away with a pained expression, Qian Renxue's heart turned completely cold.
She released her grip and smiled sadly: "You dare not say."
"You even admitted to the shameful thing that Father started the war, but you didn't dare to mention this matter at all."
"This shows that—this is worse than starting a war, more shameless than coveting soul bones, isn't it?"
Qian Renxue's voice grew softer and softer, yet more and more desperate: "So, that's why she hates me so much. Isn't that right?"
"Stop talking!!"
Qian Daoliu suddenly opened his eyes, "Xue'er—don't ask anymore."
"Grandpa can't tell you about this. At least not now, absolutely not."
He reached out his trembling hand, wanting to stroke his granddaughter's head, but Qian Renxue instinctively dodged away.
Qian Daoliu's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with sorrow: "You are still too young—some things are too dirty, too heavy."
"That's the karma of the previous generation, and you shouldn't have to bear it."
"As long as Grandpa is alive, you will always be the young master of the Spirit Hall, and Grandpa's most beloved Xue'er. As for the rest—"
Qian Daoliu turned around and faced the angel statue again, his back hunched over: "When you grow up, if you still want to know—Grandpa will tell you everything."
"But now, don't pressure Grandpa."
"————"
Qian Renxue looked at her grandfather's back, which seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and finally stopped crying.
She knew that no matter how she asked or begged, her grandfather wouldn't tell her.
That secret was buried deep in their hearts, becoming a taboo that no one could touch.
"I see."
Qian Renxue wiped away her tears, stood up, and bowed deeply to Qian Daoliu and the angel statue.
"Xue'er won't ask anymore."
"Since Grandpa won't tell you, then Xue'er will find the answer herself."
After saying that, she didn't look at Qian Daoliu again and turned to walk out of the main hall.
Until I stepped out of that heavy door, until the sunlight shone on me again.
Qian Renxue then raised her head and looked at the majestic Papal Palace in the distance.
Since Grandpa refuses to speak in order to protect the so-called family reputation, and since those who make offerings refuse to speak in order to cover up their shame...
Then go find the only person who dares to speak the truth.
The one who tore all pretenses to shreds on stage today, the one who made her call him "teacher".
She must know.
Moreover, that "madman" will definitely tell her.
Night falls, at the Papal Palace.
The once bustling Wuhun City gradually returned to calm, but the lingering fervor and shock in the air seemed to echo for a long time.
Inside the palace, candlelight shone brightly.
Nan Feng casually removed the heavy, nine-curved purple-gold crown from his head and tossed it onto the table like trash. Then, he collapsed onto the large, soft couch without any regard for his image and let out a long sigh.
"Phew—I'm exhausted."
"Acting is more tiring than fighting."
"How is it, little Dongdong?"
Nan Feng swirled the empty wine glass in his hand and smiled at Bibi Dong in his spiritual sea, "Are you satisfied with this generous gift?"
"The blame was firmly placed on Qian Xunji, making him a sinner for all time, and Qian Daoliu was forced to bow his head."
"I've also taken back the power of the Elders' Hall for you."
Nan Feng counted on his fingers: "Golden Crocodile and his gang of old fogies have been put in solitary confinement; the remaining Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, Serpent Spear, and Porcupine, although still Golden Crocodile's men, after today's scare, they wouldn't dare to go against you even if they had ten lives; as for Yue Guan and Ghostly Demon, they were originally our best friends."
"Most importantly—"
Nan Feng sat up straight, the smile in his eyes becoming meaningful: "From today onwards, you, the Pope, are no longer the agent of the Thousand Families' charity, nor are you the saintess who relies on the legacy of the previous Pope."
"You are the Pope unanimously chosen by all Soul Masters in the world, the leader who is loyal to the righteous cause, and the enlightened ruler who is in accordance with the will of Heaven and restores order."
"Your legitimacy has been completely freed from that filthy family and has become the will of all people."
"From now on, in this Spirit Hall, whatever you want to do, no one can stop you except yourself."
In the sea of her mind, Bibi Dong looked at the spirited man outside and felt an indescribable emotion welling up inside her.
Shock, gratitude, relief — and a deep sense of complexity.
He really did it.
In one night, all the mountains that had been weighing on her for over a decade, suffocating her, were toppled down in the most insane and decisive way.
"----Thanks."
Bibi Dong's voice was soft, yet heavy.
"Don't thank me yet."
Nan Feng waved his hand, his expression suddenly turning serious. His heterochromatic eyes looked directly into the body's eyes through the mirror: "There's something I must remind you of."
"Everything has its advantages and disadvantages."
"Although I have helped you seize power today and raised a banner called benevolence and righteousness for you, this banner—is very heavy."
"The Spirit Hall used to follow the path of tyranny. Qian Xunji, that hypocrite, was full of benevolence and morality, but his heart was full of wickedness and depravity. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too, but what happened? You saw it, he crashed and burned, and will be infamous for eternity."
"And today, I have elevated you to a moral pedestal."
"That means that from now on, your style of doing things, and even the entire policy of the Spirit Hall, must be completely changed."
"You can no longer use those underhanded methods as you used to. At least in public, you must be cleaner and more benevolent than anyone else."
"You must be a true gentleman."
"Or rather—you must become a true gentleman so that even with a magnifying glass, no one can find any fault with you."
Bibi Dong frowned in her sea of consciousness: "You mean, I'm going to be bound by this so-called reputation?"
"It's not a constraint, it's a price to pay."
Nan Feng corrected him, saying, "Raising the banner of morality, winning people's hearts, seizing benefits, and winning the hearts of heroes from all over the world are certainly huge gains."
But correspondingly, you will inevitably have to bear the shackles that come with this morality.
"You can no longer arbitrarily exterminate entire families, you can no longer wage war without cause, and you can no longer trample on the rules because of personal preferences."
"This is a true gentleman."
"For every gain, there is a loss."
Nan Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile: "If you raise this flag and enjoy the support of the world, but then turn around and refuse to bear the constraints, continuing to do as you please, still engaging in conspiracies and tricks like Qian Xunji."
"That's like slapping yourself in the face."
"That's the next Chihiro."
"That's a true hypocrite."
At this point, Nan Feng lay back down on the soft couch, closed his eyes, and said, "I've paved the way for you."
"I've handed you the knife too."
"As for what comes next, do you want to be a sage ruler revered by all, whose words and deeds are consistent, or do you want to repeat the same mistakes, inherit Qian Xunji's disgusting mantle, and become a hypocrite who could collapse at any moment?"
That's your own business.
In the sea of spirit, Bibi Dong remained silent for a long time.
Looking at the man outside, who seemed to have been unloaded of a thousand-pound burden and was sprawled on the bed without any regard for his image, a trace of confusion flashed in her complex eyes.
"And what about you?"
Bibi Dong's voice echoed softly: "You went to such great lengths, even putting yourself in the spotlight, to pave the way for me."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I?"
Nan Feng rolled over, adjusting to a more comfortable position. He put his hands behind his head, looked at the exquisite relief carvings above the bedchamber, and said casually, "I don't care."
"Bibi Dong, you need to understand, I am your collaborator, your cheat, and even your henchman, but I have no intention of being your life mentor."
"I'll help you solve your problems and hand you the knife. But I won't offer any advice, nor will I interfere with your decisions."
"If you want to become a saint, to use benevolence to influence the world, and to build a truly just and righteous Spirit Hall, I will help you. I will help you eliminate the darkness that blocks your path and help you uphold the banner of morality."
"If you find all of this boring, if you still hate this world, want to destroy the Spirit Hall, and even want to drag the entire continent down with you—"
Nan Feng shrugged: "Then I'll help you too."
"I will help you pass the torch, help you dig the hole, and even help you light the fuse myself."
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