The storm within the Reincarnation Hall has finally subsided.
The Chaos Qi that could change the very fabric of the world slowly receded and returned to Qin Feng's body.
On the cloud bed, the previously inviolable and sacred aura had vanished.
Instead, it possesses a captivating allure that makes one's heart race at first glance.
Houtu leaned lazily against Qin Feng, her fingers idly drawing circles on his chest.
The coldness that had once been like that of millennia-old ice on that stunningly beautiful face had melted away, and now it exuded an unprecedented charm and allure.
That's the satisfaction of having tasted the sweetness of something delicious.
It is also a tenderness that comes from shedding all burdens and relying entirely on a man.
"My husband."
Houtu raised her head, and her usually Saint Eyes, which had seen all the vicissitudes of life, now seemed to hold a pool of spring water, their shimmering light captivating and mesmerizing.
"After..."
"You are the sole master of this Reincarnation Hall."
"Me too."
Qin Feng looked down at the Earthly Dao Supreme Being in his arms, whom billions of living beings in Primordial World primordial world worshipped.
At this moment, where was even a trace of her saintly air?
She was clearly a newlywed wife who wanted to give her whole heart to her husband.
"Nonsense."
Qin Feng reached out and gently stroked the bridge of her nose, a tender gesture.
"You are the Mistress of the house, and I am the master of the house."
"We're a husband-and-wife team, who's really on whose side?"
Houtu hearing this, Houtu smiled sweetly.
She slowly rose, not in a hurry to put on the dark imperial robe that symbolized majesty.
Instead, she walked barefoot on the smooth, jade-like ground, picked up the white clothes scattered on the ground, and gently dressed Qin Feng.
Her movements were slow.
Very detailed.
She personally straightened every button and every crease until they were perfectly smooth.
Her fingertips traced across Qin Feng's neck, chest, and waist.
With a barely perceptible tremor and... possessiveness.
Yes, possessiveness.
After that profound "exchange" with her soul, Houtu's mindset has completely changed.
Previously, she felt gratitude, admiration, and dependence on Qin Feng.
But now.
She truly etched this man into her very bones and imbued him into her very soul.
He was her everything.
She was the only warmth and support she had in this cold and ruthless Primordial World.
"Alright."
Houtu straightened the last bit of Qin Feng's collar, took a half step back, and looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction.
With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in white, his features were as pure as snow.
Just standing there, he exuded an air of superiority, looking down upon the world.
This is her man.
A man before whom even saints bow their heads, and before whom even the Way of Heaven yields.
Have you seen enough?
Seeing her infatuated expression, Qin Feng couldn't help but tease her.
"Not enough."
Houtu blinked, her captivating charm practically stealing one's soul.
"I could never get enough of looking at it in a lifetime."
She suddenly stepped forward, stretched out her arms, wrapped them around Qin Feng's neck, and hung on him with her feet off the ground.
Like a spoiled little girl.
"Husband, hold me."
"Just now... my legs went weak, and I couldn't walk."
The reason given was so convincing and self-assured that it was completely shameless.
Qin Feng chuckled to himself.
Who would have thought that the Empress Houtu, who just slapped Ksitigarbha and exuded domineering power, was actually like this in private?
If the Ten Palace Yama Kings outside saw this, their eyeballs would probably pop out and be crushed on the ground.
Okay, hug.
Qin Feng supported her body with both hands, holding her steadily in his arms.
Where are we going? To inspect some work?
No rush.
Houtu buried her face in Qin Feng's neck, greedily inhaling the unique, Chaos Qi emanating from him.
"Let's just walk around here."
"I want you to hold me a little longer."
Qin Feng remained silent.
He carried her as they strolled through the vast and magnificent Reincarnation Hall.
Above the dome of the main hall is a diagram of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, evolved from billions of stars, while beneath one's feet flows the ever-flowing waters of the Yellow Springs.
This is the core of the underworld, the boundary between life and death.
In this solemn and dignified place, their close embrace seemed out of place, yet strangely harmonious.
As we walked...
Houtu suddenly raised her head.
"My husband."
Her voice became somewhat low, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.
Qin Feng stopped and looked down at her.
"What's wrong?"
Houtu did not answer immediately.
She released her arms from Qin Feng's neck, clasped her hands together, and slowly closed her eyes.
Buzz--
An extremely profound and mysterious energy rippled out from between her brows.
That is the primordial energy fluctuation of a sage.
Immediately afterwards.
A single point of dazzling golden light slowly drifted out from her Purple Mansion Sea of Consciousness.
The moment that golden light appeared, the entire Netherworld trembled.
The Six Paths of Reincarnation Plate emitted bursts of rumbling sounds, seemingly in fear, yet also in lamentation.
Because it was more than just a flash of inspiration.
That is Houtu's true spirit!
It is the foundation upon which she attained sainthood, the core bond that binds her to the laws of the Earthly Dao!
If this vital spirit is damaged, at best one will lose their Saint Position, and at worst one will die and perish, never to be reborn.
For any cultivator, even a saint, their natal spirit is an absolute taboo, a secret they would rather die than reveal.
But now.
Houtu took it out without hesitation.
It was laid bare before Qin Feng.
What are you doing?
Qin Feng frowned slightly, his tone becoming stern.
"Take it back."
"Don't you realize how important this is?"
That silly woman.
Is he really blinded by love?
If you expose your manhood to someone and they have malicious intentions, or if you accidentally break it, that could be a real problem.
Houtu shook her head.
She opened her eyes, her gaze resolute, showing no sign of backing down.
"My husband."
"I know what I'm doing."
She stretched out her slender hand, cradling the tiny spirit that seemed to bear an immense weight, and presented it to Qin Feng.
"I am a saint, an immortal being."
"But I don't want to be a lonely, aloof person."
I want to be your woman.
"A complete, utter woman."
Houtu's voice trembled, but every word was crystal clear, like a vow, or more like some ancient covenant incantation.
"Today, I wish to part this wisp of my true spirit and entrust it to my husband."
From this day forward.
"My fate is in your hands, not in the heavens."
"My husband and I will live and die together, never to be separated."
"If my husband dies, I, Houtu, will never live on alone."
"If her husband despises her, he can bring about her Houtu damnation with a mere thought."
ruthless.
That's too harsh.
This is hardly a gift-giving activity.
This was clearly a case of handing over one's life, one's entire Earthly Dao, to Qin Feng.
This is the ultimate form of trust.
It was also the most reckless gamble.
It is the humblest yet greatest expression of love that even a saint could make.
Qin Feng looked at the golden light floating before his eyes, then at Houtu's face, which was filled with resolute determination and deep affection.
My heart skipped a beat.
He could sense that Houtu was not joking.
If he doesn't accept it, this stubborn woman might actually crush the spirit on the spot to prove her sincerity.
"What a... fool."
Qin Feng sighed, the sternness in his eyes dissipating and transforming into endless tenderness.
He did not refuse again.
Extend your finger and gently touch that point of golden light.
"Since you dare to give it, then I dare to accept it."
"But you must remember this."
Qin Feng's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable domineering air.
"Once you've entered my door, you're mine."
"This true spirit is safer with me than with yourself."
"Because in this world, no one can take anything from me, Qin Feng, not even the King of Hell, not even the Dao Ancestor."
The words had barely left his mouth.
The golden light seemed to have found its home, twitching joyfully before flowing smoothly into Qin Feng's body through his fingertips.
boom--
In an instant.
An incredibly wonderful feeling welled up inside me.
Qin Feng felt as if his Spiritual Sense had instantly crossed the boundaries of time and space, becoming tightly intertwined with Houtu's soul.
No words are needed.
No eye contact is needed.
He could clearly perceive every thought, every heartbeat, and even the speed of blood flow of Houtu at that moment.
That connection is closer than blood ties and stronger than cause and effect.
That was true... oneness of mind and body.
He can borrow Houtu's sacred Earthly Dao power at any time, as long as he wishes.
If he wanted to, he could appear instantly beside Houtu, even if they were separated by billions of light-years.
vice versa.
Houtu's delicate body trembled slightly, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.
That deep emptiness in my soul disappeared.
Instead, there is a sense of fulfillment that fills the heart.
She could feel Qin Feng's vast and boundless divine soul gently enveloping her true spirit, as if he were protecting a rare treasure.
"My husband..."
Houtu's eyes reddened slightly as she threw herself into Qin Feng's arms once more.
"Now you can't shake me off."
"I'm sticking with you."
Qin Feng held her tightly, feeling the warmth of the person in his arms, a wicked and arrogant smile curving his lips.
"Flick?"
"You think you can get away once you've entered my fishpond?"
"Dream."
He lowered his head and planted a deep kiss on those alluring red lips.
This kiss.
Domineering, passionate, asserting sovereignty.
After a long while, their lips parted.
Houtu was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes shimmered with tears, wishing she could turn into a pool of spring water once more.
Qin Feng licked his lips, still seemingly unsatisfied.
"It tastes good."
"But now is not the time to reminisce."
He patted Houtu's Houtu buttocks, put her down, and his gaze returned to its sharp, piercing look as he gazed towards the western horizon.
"The family matters are settled, and the relationships have been maintained."
"Now."
"It's time to do some proper work, like murder, arson, and robbery."
Qin Feng straightened his clothes, and that nonchalant yet domineering aura returned once more.
"Come on, wife."
"Take your Book of Life and Death, and your Judge's Brush."
"Let's go to Mount Sumeru."
"Calculate the amount of usurious loans those two old bald monks have accumulated over the years."