Chapter 51: Don't Lower Your Heads

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"Everyone, what do you think of the Spirit Hall?" Nan Feng asked.

"……"

Everyone was stunned, and they all looked at Nan Feng with doubtful eyes.

Bibi Dong's eyelid twitched; she really wanted to slip away now. Nan Feng's nonsense was just too damn brainwashing! She couldn't resist it at all!

Yue Guan and Gui Mei silently closed the doors of the Elder Hall.

The words that followed couldn't be allowed to spread! They couldn't even be called rebellious; they were purely suicidal!

According to Nan Feng's theory, the Spirit Hall, the two great empires, the Seven Great Sects, and the Eight Great Families—they all deserved to die! If someone else said this, like that waste Yu Xiaogang who spouted nonsense in Wuhun City back then about the Ten Core Competitiveness of Spirits, everyone would just listen for fun. After all, when bored, discussing how Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen had a tiger father but a dog son was also a good after-dinner joke.

But Nan Feng was different!

This guy's talent was like a joke, a sixteen-year-old Spirit King!

And his position, plus his relationship with Bibi Dong! The strength and influence of these two—the words coming out of their mouths were not just crazy talk!

A joke? No one would take Nan Feng's words as a joke! "What do you think of this world?" Nan Feng asked again.

"？？？"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What kind of topic was this? Talking about life with them? "Don't you think this world is too ugly?" Nan Feng said.

People don't yearn for light; they just don't want that darkness to fall on their own heads. But if it falls on someone else's head, they are very happy to watch the show.

The Spirit Masters of the Spirit Hall were just working in the Spirit Hall, not treating it as their belonging.

After all, these powerful Spirit Masters were superior beings wherever they went. Anyone with a cultivation above Spirit King, as long as they joined the two great empires, could obtain a noble title in minutes.

Spirit King Viscount, Spirit Emperor Count, Spirit Saint Marquis, Spirit Douluo Duke—clearly priced, no deception.

As for Titled Douluo, they were like Supreme Emperors when they went there! Staying in the Spirit Hall was only because the Spirit Hall gave more compared to the two great empires.

Because the two great empires needed to be responsible for the management, taxation, distribution, and security maintenance of the civilian class. The operation of a country was too complex, which also destined this process to consume more resources.

But the Spirit Hall only needed to sit back and enjoy the fruits, just snatching the money collected by the two great empires.

The two great empires were slave owners, and the Spirit Hall wasn't even worthy of being slave owners—they were purely a bandit den!

The bandits robbed the slave owners, and the slave owners, in order to maintain their dignity, squeezed the slaves even harder, and then the bandits would get some dishwater from their own feasts for these slaves to taste.

Oh, the light of the slaves was born! "……"

Listening to Nan Feng's mocking laughter, the expressions of the Titled Douluos were extremely strange.

No, buddy, you're even cursing yourself when you get ruthless? We're on the same side! We're bandits, and you're a bandit too!

Bibi Dong was even the bandit leader on the surface!

"May I ask…… Elder Nan Feng, what…… do you want to do?" Ghost Leopard Douluo asked.

"Do you still remember how much the subsidy for a Great Spirit Master is?" Nan Feng asked.

"I haven't received it, but I know, ten Gold Spirit Coins."

"Then do you know how long it takes for an ordinary family to earn these ten Gold Spirit Coins?"

"A year! Or even a year isn't enough to earn it!"

"But a Great Spirit Master, even if they do nothing, just sit at home and eat for free, can go and collect these ten Gold Spirit Coins every month."

"Spirit Elders are even more so, with a subsidy of one hundred Gold Spirit Coins a month!"

"But, Spirit Masters only know how to cultivate and enjoy themselves, not labor. Where does this one hundred Gold Spirit Coins come from?"

Nan Feng scanned the Titled Douluos present.

"Do you give it? Or does the Spirit Hall give it?"

"Or is it the two great empires?"

"……"

"No! None of them!" Nan Feng said.

"It's those civilians who can barely afford to eat, scraping it together bit by bit from every household!"

"Then have you ever thought about how many families it takes to support a Great Spirit Master?"

"And how many families it takes to support a Spirit Elder?"

"But what are these supported Spirit Masters doing? Are they working hard for the progress of the world? Or are they like those grassroots Spirit Masters in the Spirit Hall, running around the mountains and fields, awakening martial souls for those country children who will never walk out of the mountains in their lives?"

"No! They are enjoying themselves, they are laughing, they are taking that human-blood bun to the damn brothel! Damn it!"

"Even if they do nothing, they can openly suck blood from the people!"

"And even more fucked up! That bunch of morons being sucked dry are still kowtowing to these parasites!"

"Why?"

"Because these morons are all expecting, all dreaming, thinking that their children will be able to be like these high-and-mighty big shots in the future, stepping on their heads to act like tyrants!" "These morons are even enjoying it!"

"Damn morons!"

"This world is simply a moronic brothel, everyone's brain only thinks about entering others and being entered by others!"

"Damn it!"

"……"

Everyone looked dumbfounded at Nan Feng, who had suddenly started cursing.

At first, his words made them feel somewhat guilty. Nan Feng wasn't just cursing the Spirit Hall, nor the two great empires, but the entire Spirit Master class!

However, as he cursed, why was he firing at everyone?

The six Elders, and Yue Guan and Gui Mei, who were hearing this depth for the first time, also couldn't help but cast their eyes toward Bibi Dong.

This was your old lady's little lover!

"……"

Bibi Dong avoided his gaze with a stomachache.

Just listen; she had been cursed at in her dreams many times before, and she was used to things even uglier than this.

She stayed in that ghost place, the City of Slaughter, for three years without going crazy, and after entering the Rakshasa Secret Realm, she was able to come out so quickly without being affected—that was all thanks to this ancestor! Bloody Mary? Rakshasa Evil Thought?

How could they be as terrifying as this ancestor's brain-piercing magic sound?

He cursed her until she was left with no skin!

"……"

After a long while, Nan Feng was probably tired of cursing, stopped, and sat on the chair, lowering his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

The group of Elders breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally stopped!

This feeling of being pointed at and cursed, yet being speechless and unable to refute……

Damn! It actually felt quite good! It was as if the rats and cockroaches that had been crawling in the darkness were pulled out and exposed to the sun! All self-esteem was torn to shreds! The pride of the strong was also thrown into the trash heap like a dirty diaper! From anger to surprise to being at a loss! To hell with Titled Douluo! To hell with Qian Daoliu!

Damn moronic world!!

"Sorry, I was a bit out of line just now." Nan Feng stood up and bowed to everyone.

"I shouldn't have cursed so filthily, and I shouldn't have been full of dirty words."

"Even if it is the truth."

"……"

Everyone's eyelids twitched wildly.

You'd be better off not apologizing! "However, we don't have to live in this chicken coop." Nan Feng said.

"Even if everyone is a moron, we can still change!"

"I was also a damn moron, but in the six years in the City of Slaughter, I saw my own moronic self, and I saw the moronic nature of this world!"

"It's time to stand up!"

Nan Feng stood up abruptly, giving everyone a fright.

"The chicken coop cannot continue to operate!"

"This world shouldn't be a damn chicken coop!"

"And it shouldn't continue to force good people into prostitution!"

"Look at those children, look at those ignorant children. They could have stood in the sunlight instead of lying in a chicken coop full of stench!"

"Do you want your descendants to be born and live in this chicken coop full of chicken feathers!?"

"Do you want to?!"

"……"

"Answer me! You bunch of morons! Don't lower your heads anymore!"

"No!"

"Did you not eat, damn it!!"

"No!!!"

"？？！"

Watching the Titled Douluos responding to Nan Feng, Bibi Dong's eyelids twitched wildly.

Good, good, good, a few more have been cursed into insanity! (End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 52 =====