Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start.

Chapter 81: Hold Back Your Tears

Chapter 81 Holding Back the Tears

As Bibi Dong stormed off, the air in the Imperial Garden seemed to grow colder.

As Nan Feng watched Bibi Dong's disappearing figure, his head felt like it was buzzing.

What kind of situation is this?

I finally managed to coax her back last night, but she broke down again before we even had a meal today.

Nan Feng turned around and looked at the "culprit" in front of him, feeling a headache coming on.

I said—

Nan Feng plopped down on the stone bench, looked at Qian Renxue with a speechless expression: "Are you really that bored?"

"You were here just yesterday, and you're here again today? Are you staying in the Imperial Garden?"

"You don't cultivate? You don't go to school? Is the elite education at the Spirit Hall really this weak?"

"I----"

Qian Renxue lowered her head, nervously twisting her hands together, and whispered, "I—I have cultivation skills and I also study. I just—I just want to come and learn something from the teacher."

"Learn something?"

Nan Feng rolled his eyes, feeling his temples throbbing again.

Learn what?!

I asked you to call me "teacher" so that I wouldn't be disgusted to death by being called "mom," and so that I wouldn't have any ethical issues with your deadbeat father!

We're not really going to open a tutoring center!

Moreover, he had finally reached a "ceasefire agreement" with Bibi Dong, and the two were in a delicate period of repair.

This little brat insisted on coming over here; isn't this just trying to make him look bad?

If Bibi Dong doesn't like him, no one will have an easy time!

"Qian Renxue, listen to me carefully."

Nan Feng tapped the stone table, his tone becoming serious: "The title 'teacher' is just a label; it doesn't mean I'm obligated to teach you step by step."

"Don't come hanging around here all the time when you have nothing better to do."

"At your age, this is the time to build a solid foundation. Academic studies, personal development, and theoretical knowledge—these are the things you should be focusing on!"

"But----"

Qian Renxue raised her head, looking at him stubbornly: "I want the teacher to teach me these things! The teacher is so amazing, he must be better at teaching than those old men in the academy!"

"ha!"

Nan Feng laughed in exasperation, "You want me to teach you?"

"Qian Renxue, are you still not thinking straight?"

"What am I? I am the Death Spider King! A soul beast of utmost yin and evil, covered in deadly poison!"

"What are you? You're a six-winged angel!"

"Our attributes are incompatible! We're natural enemies! I'm a poison user, you're a light user!"

"You want me to teach you cultivation? Do you want to cultivate a body full of poison to kill yourself, or do you want me to be purified by your holy light?"

"Don't come to me with things that are completely unrelated to your major."

"If you want to learn cultivation, if you want to learn how to become stronger, go find your all-powerful grandfather!"

"Why would you leave such good resources unused and come looking for a half-baked guy like me?"

"But teacher—"

Qian Renxue wanted to try again, so she took a step forward.

"stop!"

Nan Feng stretched out his hand, making a "stop" gesture, his face turning cold: "Qian Renxue, my patience is limited."

I've made myself perfectly clear.

"If you think that calling me 'teacher' means you can ignore me and bargain with me, then you're mistaken."

"Then don't come here again."

Seeing the resolute look in Nan Feng's eyes, Qian Renxue finally realized the seriousness of the situation. She knew that this time, the teacher was not joking or being difficult.

If she continues to be willful, she may really lose this "teacher" she has just gained forever.

"----yes."

Qian Renxue lowered her head, holding back her tears, and said in a muffled voice, "Xue'er understands."

"Xue'er will be obedient—she will cultivate diligently and will not bother the teacher again."

"Hold back your tears."

Seeing her on the verge of bursting into tears again, Nan Feng coldly snorted without any mercy: "Don't cry so easily in the future. How old are you? Do you still think you're a three-year-old?"

"Do you think your tearful appearance is endearing? Let me tell you, it isn't."

"This will only make you look weak and incompetent."

"What I hate most are people who cry and whine at the slightest problem, trying to gain sympathy with their tears. Tears are the most useless liquid in the world; they solve nothing."

"If you really want to cry, want to find someone to comfort you, want to put on your melodramatic act, go out the door, turn left, go up the mountain, and go to the offering hall."

"Go find your grandfather who dotes on you, go find those old geezers like Golden Crocodile who do nothing all day but indulge their grandchildren."

"If you cry in front of them, they will feel sorry for you, comfort you, and give you positive feedback, which will make everyone happy."

"Don't come crying to me."

Nan Feng pointed to his throbbing temples, looking disgusted: "I already have so many problems every day, and now I have to clean up your mother's messes and worry about being killed by your family."

"I'm already annoyed enough. If you keep crying in front of me, I'll only get more annoyed and want to throw you out even more."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's body stiffened abruptly.

She bit her lip hard, took a deep breath, and forced back the tears welling up in her eyes. She even raised her sleeve and wiped her face haphazardly, making sure it was clean.

"I won't cry—"

"Teacher, don't be upset—Xue'er, stop crying."

Seeing that she was relatively obedient and knew how to control herself, Nan Feng's disdain lessened slightly.

""

"Alright."

Nan Feng leaned back against the stone table, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface as he scrutinized her: "Since you've stopped crying, then tell the truth."

"Why are you coming here every day? What do you want?"

"Don't give me that nonsense about wanting to learn cultivation or theory from me. I already said, it's not my area of ​​expertise. That excuse might fool you, but don't try to fool me."

"I----"

Qian Renxue twisted her fingers, hesitated for a long time, and then raised her head. Her eyes were somewhat evasive, and her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz: "I—I want to play with the teacher—"

"Just like—just like before."

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Nan Feng was stunned for a moment.

"Play??"

He stared incredulously at the nine-year-old girl before him, whose intelligence and talent far surpassed those of ordinary people: "Qian Renxue, how old are you this year? Nine, right? You're already ten by the traditional Chinese age reckoning!"

"How old are you? Still thinking about playing around?"

"And if you want to play, can't you go play with your peers?"

"Aren't all the promising Soul Masters around your age in Wuhun City in the academy?"

"Go find them! Why are you bothering me? Do you think I'm free?"

Qian Renxue lowered her head and remained silent, but her small hands, clasped together, betrayed her disdain and arrogance.

Seeing her reaction, Nan Feng didn't need to guess; he instantly understood what was going on.

Peers?

Oh.

Don't be fooled by this girl's pitiful and submissive appearance in front of him. It's because he is "special" and because in her eyes, he is a substitute for her mother, capable of fulfilling her longing for maternal love.

But outside?

In front of those so-called "peers"?

She is the eldest daughter of the Qian family, the daughter of the Pope, the apple of the eye of the High Priest, and a proud daughter of heaven with six wings!

She possessed the innate arrogance of the angel race.

Those ordinary noble children, those mediocre Soul Masters, were probably no different from ants on the ground in her eyes.

Play with them?

She would probably feel that it was a waste of her life and a lowering of her status.

However, he had no interest in lecturing this privileged young woman on grand principles like "equality for all beings" or "treating everyone equally."

That kind of stuff might fool idiots.

This sense of superiority is ingrained in one's bones, determined by one's strength and status.

Geniuses look down on mediocre people, the strong look down on ants, the rich look down on the poor, and the beautiful look down on the ugly.

This is human nature; this is reality.

No matter how humble and polite one may appear on the surface, or how respectable one may seem, the contempt and disdain in one's heart will never disappear.

Even if they do make contact, most of the time it's just to use the other person's weakness to highlight their own strength and satisfy that cheap vanity.