Qin Feng's Promise: No One Dares Touch You With Me Here

Looking at Shi Ji's pale little face and the unconcealable fear and vulnerability in her phoenix eyes, Qin Feng's heart inexplicably softened.

This Female Immortal, who struggled to survive in the Primordial World, appearing strong on the outside but with a heart already riddled with holes, had finally revealed her deepest fears to him.

Qin Feng didn't waste any more words.

He simply extended his arm and drew the trembling, delicate body into his embrace.

Shi Ji's body stiffened abruptly.

A warm, powerful aura instantly enveloped her. Those strong, firm arms felt like the most solid barrier in the world, shielding her from all the killing intent and coldness outside.

A crisp, pleasant scent lingered around her nose, and by her ear, she could hear the steady, powerful beat of a heart.

Thump, thump, thump.

Each beat was like a calming hammer, precisely striking her frightened and uneasy Primordial Spirit.

The terror that had accumulated over countless years, the fear of the unknown Investiture of the Gods Calamity, the inferiority and unease stemming from her origins—all of it was miraculously soothed at this moment.

Her stiff, delicate body unconsciously relaxed.

Almost instinctively, Shi Ji buried her face deep into his broad, sturdy chest, like a small boat that had found its harbor, greedily absorbing the sense of security that could make her drown.

Qin Feng looked down at the stunningly beautiful Female Immortal in his arms, who had let down all her defenses and revealed her truest self. A gentle curve formed on his lips.

He gently patted her back, rested his chin on the top of her head, and spoke into her ear in an undeniably domineering tone.

"The Investiture of the Gods? That's the destination for the weak."

His voice wasn't loud, but each word struck like thunder, exploding in Shi Ji's heart.

Shi Ji suddenly looked up, her tear-blurred phoenix eyes filled with disbelief.

In her eyes, it was a list of calamities signed by Saints and recognized by the Heavenly Dao, a Sword of Damocles hanging over all immortals' heads.

But in Dao Brother's words, it was merely... the destination for the weak?

Qin Feng saw her shocked expression, the smile on his lips deepening, his eyes holding a detached indifference as if viewing all things as mere ants.

"Remember this, with me here, let alone the mere Investiture of the Gods."

"Even if the Heavenly Dao wants you dead, it will have to ask me if I agree."

BOOM!

Shi Ji's mind went completely blank.

Even if the Heavenly Dao wants you dead, it will have to ask me if I agree!

What an arrogant declaration!

What lawless dominance!

In the Primordial World, who dared to utter such words? Even Saints only dared to say they would follow the will of Heaven and enforce its punishment.

But Dao Brother, he actually said the Heavenly Dao would have to ask his opinion!

This wasn't just provocation; it was treating the rules of the Heavenly Dao as toys to be manipulated at will!

Shi Ji stared blankly at Qin Feng's handsome face, so close to hers, at his eyes, as deep as the starry sky.

There was not the slightest trace of madness or bluster in them, only absolute calm and confidence.

It was as if what he said wasn't a world-shattering boast, but a matter-of-fact, self-evident truth.

At this moment, Shi Ji's last shred of unease and fear was completely shattered.

What Investiture of the Gods, what calamity, what humble origins.

In the face of Dao Brother's promise, all of it seemed so pale and laughable.

That's right.

With Dao Brother as her most formidable backing in the Primordial World, what was she afraid of?

An indescribable warmth and sense of security instantly filled her limbs, making her feel as if she would melt into his warm embrace.

Qin Feng released Shi Ji, allowing her to calm her turbulent emotions.

His gaze, however, had already pierced through the halls of the Azure Stone Palace and looked towards the Purple Heaven Palace deep within the Chaos, beyond the thirty-third heaven.

His eyes were sharp as swords.

Those words just now weren't just to comfort Shi Ji; they were his genuine thoughts.

Did the mere Investiture of the Gods dare to touch someone he protected?

What a joke.

"Not only will I ensure you are safe," Qin Feng's voice sounded again, this time with a hint of cold amusement, "I will turn this so-called Investiture of the Gods Calamity into a joke!"

His goal was clear.

Not just to protect Shi Ji alone.

It was to reverse the entire calamity, to shield all the goddesses who were supposed to perish in the tribulation, turn to ashes, or be enslaved by the Investiture of the Gods, and place them behind him.

The Three Xiāo, Long Ji, Jin Ling...

Names flashed through his mind.

Since he had become a sanctuary for goddesses, he had to do something worthy of the name.

Turning this so-called immortal killing calamity into a recruitment drive for his own Immortal Alliance members seemed like a good option.

Just as Qin Feng was setting the tone for the entire Investiture of the Gods Calamity.

Far away in the East Sea, on Three Immortals Island.

Inside the grand hall, the atmosphere was incredibly oppressive.

The anger on Bi Xiao and Qiong Xiao's faces had long since vanished, replaced by a complex expression mixed with bewilderment, shock, and deep incomprehension.

Zhao Gongming was restless, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, the hand holding his teacup trembling slightly, as if he had just heard some earth-shattering secret.

In the center of the hall, only Yun Xiao remained seated with proper posture.

But her tightly clenched teacup, her knuckles turning white, and her eyes constantly flashing with divine light betrayed her inner turmoil.

They had maintained this posture in silence for a full hour.

Ever since the envoy had left with that impossibly arrogant reply, the entire Three Immortals Island had fallen into this strange silence.

"Eldest Sister, I... I still can't understand."

Finally, Bi Xiao, the most straightforward of them, couldn't help but break the silence.

Her young face was etched with conflict.

"Even if he really is some reclusive master, we are disciples of Saints, the core of the Jie Sect. For him to do this, doesn't he look down on us too much? What's the difference between this and publicly slapping our faces?"

Qiong Xiao nodded repeatedly in agreement, "Yes, he asked us to visit him. His attitude is too arrogant. If this gets out, what will happen to our sisters' reputation? What about the Jie Sect's reputation?"

They couldn't understand.

Even though Yun Xiao had just analyzed that "a master's actions have deep meaning," the feeling of being ordered around still left them feeling stifled.

"Reputation?"

Yun Xiao, who had been silent, finally spoke slowly.

Her voice carried a hint of unprecedented hoarseness and self-mockery.

"In the eyes of true powerhouses, so-called reputation is the most worthless thing."

She released her grip on the teacup, raised her eyes, and swept her gaze over her siblings. Her expression was incredibly complex.

"We were all wrong."

"We were wrong from the very beginning."

Yun Xiao took a deep breath, as if to expel all the shock from her heart.

"He refused our invitation and asked us to visit him. This isn't arrogance or humiliation."

"He is... drawing a line!"

"Drawing a line?" Zhao Gongming was stunned and instinctively asked.

"Exactly!" Yun Xiao's tone became decisive. "He is using this method to clearly tell us, to tell the entire Primordial World—he, Qin Feng, does not belong to any faction! He is his own faction!"

"He confronted the Chan Sect not to stand up for the Jie Sect. He protected Shi Ji not because Shi Ji is a disciple of the Jie Sect."

"Everything he does, he does only according to his own will!"

"Our attempt to win him over and show goodwill under the banner of the Jie Sect, in his eyes, might have been an offense from the very beginning."

These words struck Bi Xiao, Qiong Xiao, and Zhao Gongming like a heavy hammer.

They suddenly remembered Qin Feng's past achievements.

Yes.

From beginning to end, that person had never mentioned the Jie Sect.

He relied solely on himself.

"But... but what does this have to do with him asking us to visit?" Bi Xiao was still getting stuck on a point.

The corners of Yun Xiao's mouth curled into an extremely bitter smile.

"It has a lot to do with it."

"Think about it, since he doesn't belong to any faction, why would he come to our Three Immortals Island? Why would he give us face?"

"Conversely, if we want to see him, to discuss the Dao and forge a connection with such an existence, shouldn't... shouldn't we be the ones to visit?"

"This isn't him putting on airs; it's the rules. The rules of his level!"

"In his world, if you want to see him, you go to his territory. This is the most basic respect for him!"

Boom!

It was as if billions of thunderbolts struck simultaneously in their minds.

Their brains completely crashed.

So... that's how it was?

So they weren't actually humiliating them, but teaching them... the rules?

An unparalleled sense of absurdity and shock washed over them.

They, esteemed disciples of a Saint, the core of the Jie Sect, were actually being taught "the rules" by someone?

"I understand..." Zhao Gongming slumped back into his chair, utterly defeated, muttering to himself, "I finally understand... we're simply not on the same level as them..."

Bi Xiao and Qiong Xiao exchanged a look, seeing endless dread in each other's eyes.

At this moment, the last vestiges of their resentment and indignation vanished like smoke.

In their place arose a profound sense of... reverence, stemming from the depths of their souls.

"Eldest Sister," Bi Xiao's voice trembled, "Then... then are we... still going?"

Yun Xiao closed her eyes, falling into a long silence once more.

Go?

With their status, were they truly going to cast aside all pretense and, like juniors, proactively visit a mysterious individual of unknown origin?

But if they didn't go...

Missing out on such a terrifying being, one who might have already touched another realm and could even influence the direction of future calamities...

Could they afford to bear that cost?

For a time, the entire grand hall fell into a deathly silence once more.