Chapter 52: The Time Is Not Yet Ripe

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"Do you think those Elders listened?"

After a passionate cursing battle, Bibi Dong and Nan Feng returned to the Pope Palace.

The six Elders were all incited, at least they were incited just now.

But Bibi Dong knew very well that this wouldn't change them.

Because they were the biggest beneficiaries of this world. The things Nan Feng said were ugly, and they were all facts, but that was all.

"Of course…… not." Nan Feng still had self-awareness.

"My words were at most a shot of stimulant; once it wears off, it's gone."

Inciting remarks all have this characteristic, but if you expect these inciting remarks to change the original concepts of Titled Douluos who have lived for decades, that's just dreaming.

Moreover, he could see that many of them were just echoing.

Their eyes had no light, no fire.

It was only because Demon Bear's corpse was right next to them that they didn't dare not respond to him.

"Then what's the use of you making such a fuss?" Bibi Dong asked, puzzled.

"Don't forget, the Qian family is the biggest slave owner on the Douluo Continent."

For the Spirit Hall, the Qian family is like the royal families of the two great empires—they are the masters, and everyone else, whether they are Elders, or the people below, are just lackeys.

Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji—they never treated the Spirit Masters below the Spirit Hall as human beings, no different from the emperors of the two great empires.

"Why, do you think they will tell Qian Daoliu about what happened today?" Nan Feng laughed.

"Do you think they dare?"

Bibi Dong's face showed strangeness, "Most likely they don't dare, but they definitely treat you as the biggest danger."

"And then?" Nan Feng shrugged.

"What can they do?"

"Kill me?"

Bibi Dong felt a bit tired, "Do you really not know what forbearance is?"

Nan Feng wanted to do big things; she was indifferent to this. Although she was driven a bit crazy by Nan Feng's pile of crazy talk, this also allowed her to enter a stable extreme state.

This moronic world is hopeless! Because the vast majority of people are morons, only a very small number of people have the ability to think independently. Most people only follow the crowd, like grass on a wall—wherever the wind blows, they fall.

Including those Elders just now, Nan Feng's pile of inciting remarks did indeed get them worked up.

But after today, things will go back to how they were.

Even these people are like this, let alone the people below.

Physical shackles can be broken by violence, but the slavery of thought can never be eliminated.

Today you make them stand up, tomorrow they will still kneel down.

Some people just can't stand up.

"Forbearance? Why should I forbear?" Nan Feng asked, puzzled.

"I forbore for six years in the City of Slaughter, and I forbore for another year when that moron Qian Xunji was around. Still forbear?"

"Forbearance is only called for when there are no conditions and no chance of winning. Forbearing when there are conditions—that's a turtle!"

"But the time is not yet ripe." Bibi Dong said.

"My control over the Spirit Hall is not enough, and my strength is not enough. If these words of yours reach the ears of that old thing Qian Daoliu, what do you think will happen?"

Qian Daoliu, the Angel Family—they control the divine inheritance and are the highest class in this world. Nan Feng's madness of overturning everything is far more dangerous to Qian Daoliu than any Tang Chen! Tang Chen was only a danger in terms of strength; his madness was just his own madness, and his destructive power was intuitive, terrifying, but limited.

But Nan Feng, he wants everyone to go crazy with him!

This guy's danger is far above Tang Chen! "I don't think anything will happen." Nan Feng said.

"Why?" Bibi Dong asked.

"Do you think that old thing dares to gamble with me?" Nan Feng said. "Look at my performance today, do you think he has the ability to kill me?"

"He didn't even dare to gamble with Tang Chen, let alone me?"

Bibi Dong shook her head, "But you said these things too early today."

The two great empires and the Spirit Master class have spent a thousand years telling the civilian class that they are born to kneel—to the royal family, to the nobles, to the Spirit Masters, they should kowtow.

This thought has already been rooted in everyone's heart.

Coupled with the Spirit Hall's subsidy and solicitation policy for civilian Spirit Masters, it makes the bottom-level people view Spirit Masters as gods.

The biggest ideal of the civilian class, even their life's work, is to expect their ancestral graves to smoke, to have a child with spirit power, to enter the Spirit Master class, and to become a superior being.

Everyone thinks about how to step on others! The Qian family, this high-and-mighty Angel Family, considers themselves heaven, thinking that everyone in the world should kneel at their feet! And those morons below also think they are born to kneel at the feet of these people! If someone wants to stand up, the Angel Family doesn't even need to say anything; those lackeys will stand up to justify their masters!

Rushing up like mad dogs to bite!

These mad dogs are everywhere, and they are numerous. They can't hear a single word of disrespect toward their masters. As long as there is a little bit of wind, they smell the scent and rush over.

If Nan Feng's words spread, it is very likely to attract those mad dogs! "Don't I have you?" Nan Feng leaned in.

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow, "I might not be able to protect you, and……"

"Aren't you afraid I'll throw you out to attract fire?"

"If necessary, you should do that." Nan Feng said.

"……"

"Take it easy."

"Oh."

Bang! "Oh your head! Behave yourself!"

"Damn! A gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands!"

"Am I a gentleman?"

"……"

……

Three years later.

Ever since Nan Feng went crazy in the Elder Hall, the rumors about transformed spirit beasts in Wuhun City had disappeared without a trace.

Because after the Elder Hall meeting regarding the handling of transformed spirit beasts, the news of Demon Bear Douluo's death spread, and apart from that, there was nothing else.

A Titled Douluo died silently in the Elder Hall, and it wasn't hidden, and the Elder Hall didn't give any explanation for it.

Anyone with a brain should know what this kind of thing means.

Inside the Saintess Hall.

Since that passionate cursing battle, Nan Feng had once again started his secluded life, not continuing to make trouble.

Strength is the foundation; without sufficient strength, no one will listen to him.

The Ming Dynasty could exist without Hai Rui, but it couldn't exist without Zhang Juzheng.

First, you must have the ability to summon wind and rain, and then you have the qualification to decide what wind to blow and what rain to fall.

"……"

On the day Nan Feng came out of seclusion, Xiao Wu and Hu Liena arrived early outside the courtyard to wait. After hearing a strange movement in the room, the two curiously walked in, and then, the rabbit and the fox were both scared into afterimages.

"Mom!!"

"Teacher!!"

"Monster!!"

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