The air inside the palace seemed to have solidified into a tangible pink.
The hand of the Queen Mother of the West, roaming over Qin Feng's chest, trembled slightly, and every inch of skin her fingertips touched felt like it was being set on fire.
As the Head of Female Immortals in the Primordial World world, she could make all living beings kneel down with just a glance. But now that she really had to rely on her "charm" to please men, she realized that she was a complete novice.
She's gambling.
I bet Qin Feng is a man.
This divine body, which has withstood the test of millions of years and is imbued with endless Innate Spiritual Energy, is fatally attractive to any male creature.
However.
A minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
Qin Feng stood there, his hands still in his pockets, a faint smile playing on his lips. His eyes were frighteningly clear, without the slightest hint of confusion or infatuation. Instead, he resembled an extremely discerning connoisseur examining a product displayed in a shop window.
He even tilted his head slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on her collarbone, which rose and fell with her breath, and then—
He shook his head.
Although the movement was light, it was like a resounding slap across the face of the Queen Mother of the West.
A feeling of "frustration" was growing wildly in her heart.
"How?"
Qin Feng finally spoke, his voice lazy and tinged with a hint of teasing:
"Is Your Empress performing... tickling for me?"
The Queen Mother of the West's hand froze.
She bit her lower lip, and the alluring mask on her face almost crumbled.
"You..."
"The movements are too stiff, and the gaze is too deliberate."
Qin Feng reached out a hand and smoothed out the wrinkles in her collar, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on a failing exam paper:
"Although her figure is superb and her temperament is top-notch, her professional skills... tsk, they're not even as good as those dancing fairies in the Yaochi."
"The way you look at me shows only calculation, not desire."
"Such a honey trap will definitely get you points deducted."
The Queen Mother of the West's face instantly flushed red, a color mingled with shame, indignation, and anger.
She is the Queen Mother of the West!
She was personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor Head of Female Immortals!
In this man's eyes, her desperate act of self-sacrifice was nothing more than a clumsy performance?
" Qin Feng!"
She let out a low shout, the arrogance of an ancient god no longer able to be suppressed. She abruptly withdrew her hand, took a half step back, her chest heaving violently, her phoenix eyes filled with tears, yet revealing a resolute determination.
"What exactly do you want?!"
"I've already abandoned my dignity, and I'm even willing to hand over this foundation in West Kunlun. What are you still complaining about?"
She stared intently at Qin Feng, her voice becoming somewhat shrill with excitement:
"Tell me, besides these, what else can I give you?"
"As long as you can tell me, I will..."
Before he could finish speaking...
The man who had always been "immovable as a mountain" in her eyes moved.
There were no fluctuations of Magic Power, no ripples in space.
quick.
It was so fast that it exceeded the limits of thought, so fast that even the Spiritual Sense of a peak Quasi-Saint could not capture it.
The Queen Mother of the West felt a blur before her eyes, and the figure that was just three steps away vanished instantly. Immediately afterward, a dizzying sense of weightlessness washed over her, and before she could even activate the Geng Metal Qi within her body to protect herself, her back slammed heavily against a cold white jade pillar.
Bang!
A muffled thud.
The cold jade made her shiver, and then a hot and hard chest pressed against her.
The poles have reversed.
Just now, she was the one pressing forward, trying to seize the initiative.
In the blink of an eye, she was trapped in this cramped space, becoming a lamb to the slaughter.
Qin Feng braced one hand on the jade pillar, right next to her ear, the bulging veins on his arm testifying to the power he possessed. His other hand gripped her lower back with extreme dominance, forcibly pressing their bodies together, sealing them tightly without leaving a single gap.
"What can you offer?"
Qin Feng looked down, and their noses almost bumped together.
The Queen Mother of the West was completely dumbfounded.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the handsome face so close to hers, her mind going completely blank.
Too close.
She was so close that she could see the burning flame in Qin Feng's pupils—a pure, undisguised aggression.
She wanted to resist, to push him away, but the Magic Power within her body seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, cowering deep within her dantian, trembling, unable to be mobilized even in the slightest.
"What I've been eyeing has never been the Broken Formation Plate of West Kunlun, nor that tattered flag."
Qin Feng's voice was very low, with a magnetic huskiness, and every word was like an electric current, drilling into her limbs and bones through her eardrums.
"I can steal those things anytime I want."
"Even if I were to poke a hole in the sky, it would be as simple as lifting a finger to make a difference."
He tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing lightly against the Queen Mother of the West's sensitive earlobe.
The Queen Mother of the West trembled violently, her legs went weak, and if it weren't for the large hand supporting her waist, she probably would have already slipped to the ground.
"What I want is something you've never given to anyone else."
Qin Feng chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against the crook of her neck.
"A heart that is no longer arrogant, no longer calculating."
"And a woman who can let down her guard in front of me, who doesn't need to put on airs, who can cry, laugh, and act coquettishly."
Boom!
These words were like a thunderbolt from the heavens, shattering the Queen Mother of the West's hardened defenses.
She was stunned.
For millions of years, everyone has respected her, feared her, and begged her.
Some coveted her power, some lusted after her body, and some wanted to ride on her coattails.
No one ever told her to "drop the pretense."
In this cruel, Primordial World, she is the Queen Mother of the West. She must be tough, ruthless, and aloof. If she didn't pretend, she would have been torn to shreds by those ruthless, man-eating innate gods and demons long ago.
But now.
The man who drove her to the brink of despair, in the most domineering way, gave her the gentlest reason.
"I..."
The Queen Mother of the West opened her mouth, but all the sharp words she had prepared vanished without a trace.
My eyes inexplicably started to sting.
That hard shell called "strength" is crumbling inch by inch in this scalding embrace.
"What? You can't do it?"
Seeing her dazed expression, Qin Feng's smile deepened.
He released his hands from the pillar, gently pinched her delicate chin, and forced her to raise her head.
It's okay if you can't do it.
"My greatest skill is training."
"Since you are an ancient god, accustomed to arrogance, then I will crush your arrogance bit by bit."
Qin Feng's eyes darkened; it was a signal that the beast was about to feed.
"There's still plenty of time tonight."
"We can learn and practice slowly."
"Until..."
He lowered his head, and his lips finally pressed against her trembling red lips, silencing her unspoken gasp.
"Until you learn how to be an obedient woman."
Hmm--
The Queen Mother of the West's pupils dilated instantly, and her hands instinctively pressed against Qin Feng's chest, trying to push him away.
But this weak resistance, in Qin Feng, seemed more like a playful act of coy refusal.
The kiss was domineering and passionate.
Unreasonable and leaving no room for compromise.
Like a violent storm, it instantly swept away her reason.
Gradually.
The hands that had been pressed against her chest lost their strength, slowly tightened, and finally began to encircle.
She closed her eyes.
A single tear slid down her cheek, but before it hit the ground, it evaporated in the rising body heat between the two of them.
We lost.
At this moment, the Queen Mother of the West, who ruled over all the immortals, completely vanished.
Instead, a woman Yang Hui awkwardly responded to this domineering yet tender affection that had been millions of years overdue, nestled in her husband's arms.
Inside the palace, the lamplight flickered.
The white jade pillar that witnessed the fall of the ancient god and the rebirth of the woman remains cold.
But the person on the pillar had long since burned to ashes.