Queen Mother of the West Was Both Ashamed and Furious, Having Never Been Treated Like This Before

The heavy palace doors slowly closed, and the sliver of moonlight that had pierced through the crack was completely severed as the gap disappeared.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

The man's presence gradually dissipated into the night wind.

Inside the palace, the light was dim, with only a few luminous pearls emitting a faint, cold glow.

The Queen Mother of the West remained in the same position, leaning against the white jade pillar.

It wasn't that she didn't want to move, but that she couldn't.

My legs felt like they had no bones, completely limp, my knees trembled incessantly, and they collided with each other with a slight thud.

"Asshole..."

The two words were squeezed out through clenched teeth, trembling, and carrying an unprecedented sense of shame and indignation.

She raised her hand, her fingertips trembling as she touched her cheek.

Scalding hot.

The warmth of Qin Feng's fingers seemed to linger there; the rough, calloused touch felt like a residual electric current, shooting up her cheek and into her heart.

And earlobes.

The hot breath that bastard exhaled when he spoke just now seemed to still linger there, making her feel lightheaded.

"Not enough?"

"Just a shell?"

The Queen Mother of the West bit her lower lip so hard it almost drew blood.

These two sentences were like two red-hot branding irons, imprinted firmly on her mind, impossible to shake off.

Quasi-Saint at the peak of her power, she has ruled the West Kunlun for countless eons. Which male immortal wouldn't treat her with utmost respect? Which one wouldn't cherish her as an inviolable goddess?

Even back then, Haotian had to send a letter of invitation three hundred years in advance if he wanted to see her.

But tonight.

She risked everything, even shamelessly offering herself to him.

And the result?

I was disliked.

It was treated like a soulless defective product and casually tossed aside.

" Qin Feng!!"

A low growl, suppressed to the extreme, finally erupted from deep within his throat.

boom!

As his emotions spiraled out of control, the Quasi-Saint Magic Power within him, which had been suppressed for so long, burst forth like a flood.

Click--click--

Centered on her, an extremely terrifying chill suddenly erupted.

That is the primordial power of the extreme yin and cold of the West Kunlun.

The precious jade carpet on the ground instantly frosted over with a thick layer of frost, followed by the surrounding curtains, screens, tables, and chairs.

Even the air seemed to freeze, producing a series of cracking sounds.

The large, soft couch that had almost become a battlefield was instantly transformed into a shower of icy powder by the impact of the cold air, drifting down in a flurry.

In an instant, the entire palace transformed from a warm, cozy chamber into an extremely cold ice cave.

" Your Empress!"

Just then, the palace door was suddenly pushed open.

The head maid, Qing Niao, who was guarding outside, was terrified when she heard the commotion inside. She rushed in without even bothering to announce her arrival.

"An assassin? Your Empress, are you alright...?"

The words abruptly stopped.

The Qing Niao stood at the doorway, one foot stepping over the threshold while the other remained suspended in mid-air, completely frozen as if under a spell.

What did she see?

The floor was covered in ice shards, and the furniture was in disarray, as if a massive battle had just taken place.

And their own Empress was usually so noble and dignified, with even her hair combed meticulously.

He was slumped on the ground, leaning against a pillar, his clothes disheveled.

The purple palace dress, as thin as a cicada's wing, had a wide neckline that revealed a large expanse of snow-white skin, with faint red marks visible on it (actually from self-scratching).

Even more critically...

The Empress's face was flushed, and tears streamed down her face. Her expression, a mixture of gritted teeth and utter shame and indignation, was exactly like...

The young wife who was seduced and then abandoned?

Or... did it just experience an extremely brutal ordeal?

"Pulse."

Qing Niao swallowed hard, his mind instantly conjuring up a 100,000-word R-rated plot.

No wonder Alliance Leader Qin looked so refreshed when he left earlier.

No wonder Alliance Leader Qin said the Empress was "exhausted".

This isn't just exhaustion, it's practically... house-wrecking!

Just how strong is that man? How could he possibly have tormented Empress Quasi-Saint at the peak of her cultivation like this?

"Mother... Your Empress..."

The Qing Niao's voice trembled; it was hard to tell whether it was from the cold or from fear.

"This servant... this servant deserves to die! This servant didn't see anything!"

I heard a sound.

The Queen Mother of the West, on the verge of going berserk, suddenly raised her head.

Those usually cool and aloof phoenix eyes were now bloodshot, radiating a murderous Killing Intent that seemed ready to devour anyone who dared to harm them.

When she saw the Qing Niao's evasive eyes and its expression that said, "I understand, I'm shocked," her mind went blank.

There's been a misunderstanding.

That brat is definitely thinking the wrong thing.

If word gets out that she's in this state, the reputation of the Head of Female Immortals of West Kunlun will be completely ruined.

"Roll!!!"

A single word, carrying a terrifying sonic wave, sent the Qing Niao at the door flying backwards.

"No one is allowed to enter without my order!"

"Anyone who dares to set foot in the palace will be killed without mercy!"

Bang!

Under the pull of Magic Power, the two jade doors slammed shut with a deafening roar.

Outside the door.

The Qing Niao scrambled to its feet, not bothering to brush off the dust, and knelt on the ground, trembling.

"That's terrifying..."

"Is this the aftereffect of that kind of thing?"

" Alliance Leader Qin is too powerful. Even an ancient goddess like the Empress couldn't withstand him. We must stay away from him from now on..."

Silence returned to the palace.

Only the scattered ice shards reflected a cold light.

The Queen Mother of the West was panting heavily, her chest heaving violently. Her already thin palace dress slipped down to reveal her rounded shoulders.

After venting, there is a deep emptiness and powerlessness.

She slowly closed her eyes, her body sliding down the cold jade pillar, finally collapsing onto the ice shards scattered on the ground.

The cold touch stung her skin, but it couldn't cool the burning desire in her heart.

In my mind, it's as if there's a projector, constantly replaying the scenes from just now.

His domineering gaze.

His strong arms.

And that kiss, which carried a punitive undertone.

"This is insane..."

The Queen Mother of the West hugged her knees and buried her face between her arms.

" Yang Hui, you've really gone mad."

For the first time in billions of years, his Dao Heart, which had been as calm as an ancient well, was in turmoil.

It's a complete mess.

She should hate him.

I hate his frivolity, I hate his humiliation, I hate his arrogance.

But.

Why is it that as hatred surges up, deep down there's also an indescribable... thrilling feeling?

The feeling of being forcefully controlled and having one's soul seen through at a glance sent a chill down her spine, a feeling she had never experienced before.

It was as if some long-suppressed instinct had been violently awakened by Qin Feng.

"You want me to learn how to be a woman?"

The Queen Mother of the West suddenly raised her head.

The confusion in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by an extremely complex yet astonishingly bright light.

She stretched out her hand and looked at the red mark on her palm from pinching too hard earlier.

A bewitching smile slowly curved the corners of her lips.

"Good."

" Qin Feng, since you want to play, then I'll play with you to the very end."

You're saying I'm not qualified?

"Then I'll show you what real skill is."

She stood up, her bare feet shattering the ice crystals on the ground with a crisp sound.

They walked step by step toward the huge floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror.

The woman in the mirror had long, disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, but her eyes held a wildness she had never seen before.

No longer is it that aloof clay Buddha.

She was a living, breathing woman, her competitive spirit ignited.

"I'm giving you this West Kunlun."

"I'll give you this person too."

"But..."

The Queen Mother of the West stretched out her finger and gently touched her own red lips in the mirror, her eyes burning with desire.

"I will definitely be the ultimate winner."

"I'll make sure that mouth of yours is only used to say hurtful things and call my name."

"Begging for mercy."

The night was deep.

On the surface of the Yaochi, a solitary, cold moon is reflected.

Nobody knows.

On that very night, the once revered Head of Female Immortals, who commanded the awe of all living beings in the Primordial World, underwent a complete transformation amidst a mix of shame, indignation, and trembling emotions.

The identities of prey and hunter.

At this moment, things seem to have become blurred.