At this moment, in the Netherworld, Reincarnation Hall.
Tender moments are always fleeting, like Pigsy eating Ginseng Fruit —it's gone before he can even taste it.
Qin Feng slowly and deliberately fastened the jade belt around his waist, and casually straightened his collar. His movements were as dashing as a rich young master who had just visited a brothel, showing no sign of the fatigue he had just experienced from a "deep soul exchange" with a sage.
"It still has to be a chaotic entity to withstand damage."
Qin Feng felt a surge of satisfaction and turned to look at the cloud bed behind him.
There, Houtu was wearing a thin gauze robe, her long black hair casually draped over her shoulders. Her face, which was usually majestic and aloof, and which even countless ghosts and gods dared not look at, was now filled with obvious disappointment.
Like a little girl whose candied hawthorn berries have been stolen.
Just a second ago, Qin Feng mentioned, "It's time to go."
These three words instantly dimmed Houtu's eyes, who had just been immersed in the Houtu of happiness.
"Are you... leaving already?"
Houtu's voice was very soft, as if she were afraid of disturbing the wandering souls outside the palace.
She didn't get up, but instead stretched out her delicate, snow-white hand and tightly gripped Qin Feng's clothes.
The knuckles of the fingers are slightly white.
His appearance was tearful and pitiful; there was not a trace of the Supreme Being of the Earthly Dao or the Ruler of the Netherworld left in him.
If King Qin Guang outside saw this, he would probably gouge out his eyes and crush them on the spot—this is not only mind-blowing, it's practically reshaping the entire worldview of the underworld.
Qin Feng's heart softened when he saw her like this.
After all, she was his woman, and the woman who had just handed him over, body and soul.
"Fool."
Qin Feng turned around, sat back down on the edge of the bed, reached out and pulled her into his arms, his fingertips gently wiping the corners of her slightly reddened eyes.
"It's not like it's a matter of life and death, why make it so tragic?"
"Our souls are now one. When you miss me, I'll know as soon as you have a thought. Isn't that even more convenient than a video call?"
Houtu sniffed, buried her face in Qin Feng's chest, and said in a muffled voice:
"That's different."
"True love is true love, but what I want is... to be able to touch you, to be able to hold you like this."
"The underworld is too cold; only my husband is warm."
That's an exaggeration.
It's so alluring, so subtle.
Qin Feng sighed and lightly patted the female saint's shapely buttocks.
"Alright, stop whining. If you keep acting like that, I really won't be able to walk anymore."
"Those two old bald monks in the West are still waiting for me to 'collect rent' at home. If I'm late, I'm afraid they'll have transferred all their assets."
Upon hearing the words " Two Saints of the West," the tenderness in Houtu's eyes instantly faded, replaced by a cold glint of protectiveness.
"I'll go with you later."
"If Jieyin and Zhunti dare to renege on their promise, I'll smash the Six Paths of Reincarnation Plate on the top of Mount Sumeru."
Domineering.
This is what a Earthly Dao sage should look like.
Qin Feng smiled and stopped her from getting up.
"Need not."
"To deal with two washed-up old fogies, it would be too much of a favor for us, husband and wife, not to bother them together."
"I can go by myself. You stay home and watch the house, and by the way..."
Qin Feng paused, his tone softening slightly.
"While we're at it, let's tidy up this underworld properly, since this will be our palace in the netherworld from now on."
"I'll come back to be with you after I've cleaned up this mess outside."
"Or, if you really can't help missing me..."
Qin Feng lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and blew a breath with a mischievous smile.
"Come find me at the Immortal Alliance anytime."
"That's my territory on earth, and it's also our home in the mortal world."
"My sisters at home are very welcoming, especially Shi Ji and Long Ji. They should really welcome you, their 'big sister,' to come and give us your guidance."
Upon hearing the words "sisters," Houtu's body stiffened slightly.
If it were in the past, or if it were any other woman, hearing that her man had a bunch of other women outside would probably have made her furious.
Houtu remained silent for only a moment before obediently nodding.
"I know."
"A man as upright and honorable as my husband is destined not to belong to me alone."
"As long as my husband holds a place in his heart, Houtu... will be content."
What an understanding daughter-in-law!
That's what vision is all about!
This is the magnanimity of a saint!
Qin Feng was so moved that he almost unleashed another " Chaos Origin Complementarity" attack, but considering the urgency of time, he held back.
"Rest assured."
Qin Feng solemnly placed a kiss on his forehead.
No one can take your place.
"You are the Mistress of this underworld, and my Qin Feng wedded wife... Although we haven't held a wedding banquet yet, in my heart, you are already my Empress."
This one sentence is more effective than any sweet talk.
Houtu's eyes lit up instantly, and the previous gloom vanished.
She is a woman who is easily satisfied.
As long as Qin Feng acknowledges her, as long as Qin Feng gives her a definite identity, she is willing to guard this hellish place for this man until the end of time.
Beyond the walls of the Netherworld, outside the Ghost Gate Pass.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the Ghost Gate Pass Square was so eerie that it made people want to laugh but dared not.
The Ten Palace Yama Kings stood in a row, kneeling neatly, as if they were performing some kind of cult ritual.
Behind them, tens of thousands of ghostly soldiers and generals were working enthusiastically—painting the walls.
That's right.
The once solemn and terrifying walls of the Ghost Gate Pass, shrouded in black mist, have now been painted with a layer of light pink paint.
It was a kind of deathly Barbie pink that was full of girlish charm.
In this eerie underworld, it seemed particularly... glaring and perverse.
"Big... Big Brother."
King Yama knelt beside King Qin Guang, staring at the grotesque city wall before him, his lips twitching wildly.
"Are we really sure this is okay?"
"This is the Ghost Gate Pass! It's the gateway between the realms of the living and the dead! If it's turned into this mess, when the newly deceased arrive, they'll think they've stumbled into some disreputable brothel!"
King Qin Guang glared at him fiercely and cursed in a low voice:
"Shut up!"
"You don't know anything!"
"This is the Lord's order! The Lord says to renovate, so we must renovate! Don't tell me it has to be pink; even if the Lord ordered us to drain the River of Oblivion and replace it with strawberry juice, we would still obey!"
"That's called catering to their preferences! That's called keeping up with the leader's pace!"
As they were talking...
An immense and boundless pressure surged from the direction of the Reincarnation Hall.
The Ten Palace Yama Kings trembled, immediately pressed their heads to the ground, stuck their buttocks high in the air, and dared not even breathe.
It's here!
That guy's out!
The gates of the Reincarnation Hall suddenly burst open.
Qin Feng stepped out with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, his expression calm.
Beside him, the Empress Houtu, who usually dwells high in the clouds and looks down upon all living beings, was now following closely behind.
She did not ride on divine light, nor did she stand on a lotus platform.
Like a young wife seeing her husband off at the door, she lowered her head, her hands occasionally reaching out to tug at Qin Feng's sleeves, but hesitated because of the people around them.
That look in his eyes...
Tsk tsk tsk.
King Qin Guang secretly raised his eyelids and glanced at it, and immediately felt his scalp tingle and his soul almost fly away in fright.
That's obsession.
It's attachment.
It was that clingy feeling of wanting to shrink down and hang on Qin Feng's belt.
"Oh my god..."
King Qin Guang roared inwardly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead and soaking the floor tiles.
"Is this still the same Empress Houtu, in a fit of rage, transformed into reincarnation and defied the Heavenly Dao?"
"She's clearly a young girl head over heels in love!"
"What methods did that man use? He's only been inside for a short time, yet he's already turned our Empress into this state?"
fear.
That's terrifying.
Compared to Qin Feng's previous act of killing Ksitigarbha with a single finger, this subtle and gentle "submission" now filled King Qin Guang with a deep sense of awe.
To be able to tame even a saint...
This guy is absolutely the Most Ruthless Person in the Primordial World!
Qin Feng stopped in his tracks just before the Ghost Gate Pass.
He turned around and looked at Houtu, who was still following behind him.
"Alright, that's enough for now."
"If you send it any further, it will go out of bounds."
Houtu bit her lip and finally stopped.
She reached out and straightened Qin Feng's neat collar with a practiced ease, a gesture so natural and skillful that the eyes of the Black and White Impermanence standing nearby nearly popped out of their sockets.
"My husband, please return soon."
"If those Two Saints of the West dare to disrespect you..."
Houtu's voice suddenly turned cold, and her gaze swept over the Ten Palace Yama Kings kneeling on the ground, making these unfortunate men tremble like leaves.
"Just call me."
"I will lead the Ten Palace Yama Kings and millions of Yin soldiers to flatten Mount Sumeru."
Upon hearing this, King Qin Guang almost burst into tears on the spot.
Your Empress!
Could you please not drag us into your pledge of loyalty? That's Mount Sumeru! That's the Saint's Dojo! With our small bodies, wouldn't we just be easy prey?
But although he thought this way, he shouted it out loud:
"I will obey Your Empress's decree! I am willing to go through fire and water for my lord!"
Qin Feng laughed and pinched Houtu's cheek.
"Good."
"I'm relieved to hear that."
After saying that.
Without further hesitation, he lightly touched the air with his toes.
Buzz!
A gray spatial rift appeared out of nowhere.
Qin Feng stepped in, and his figure instantly disappeared into the crack, leaving only an extremely dashing back view and a sentence that echoed in the Netherworld.
"They're gone!"
"Wait for me to come back so we can celebrate!"
As the crack closed, Qin Feng's presence vanished completely.
But Houtu did not leave.
She remained standing there, beneath the haphazardly painted Ghost Gate Pass of Hell, head tilted back, gazing blankly in the direction Qin Feng had disappeared.
Motionless.
The wind blew, lifting her long skirt, but it couldn't dispel the lingering affection in her eyes.
A quarter of an hour.
Half an hour.
An hour has passed.
Empress doesn't move, who among the Ten Palace Yama Kings dares to touch her?
King Qin Guang knelt until his knees were about to break, but he didn't dare utter a single word.
He secretly raised his head and looked at the figure that stood like a waiting-for-husband rock, and his awe rose to a new level.
"From now on, the world of the underworld will be completely changed."
"As long as that man is alive, the Empress's heart will always be with him."
"If we want to live comfortably in the future, pleasing the Empress won't work; we'll have to please that man!"
Having figured this out, King Qin Guang suddenly felt enlightened.
He looked at the pink city walls and found them more and more pleasing to the eye.
"Pink is great! Pink is warm and cozy, and it represents love!"
"Someone come here!"
King Qin Guang suddenly roared, startling King Yama who was standing next to him.
"Change that 'Gate of Ghost Gate Pass ' signboard too!"
"What should we change it to?" Yama, the King of Hell, asked tremblingly.
"Change it to one with a heart shape! And hang two strings of fairy lights on it for me!"
"We must ensure that when the Lord returns, He feels the warmth of home!"