The Yaochi Guest Hall.
The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing.
Qin Feng swaggered in with an air of indifference, humming an unknown tune.
He looked so relaxed and carefree, you'd never guess he'd spent the whole night in a big shot's bedroom; he looked more like an old man returning from his morning exercise.
"You're back?"
A cool voice, tinged with a hint of sourness, rang out.
Yun Xiao sat in the main seat, holding a teacup in her hand, but her eyes were like two small knives, scraping over Qin Feng.
Beside her, Bixiao was lying on the table, staring intently at Qin Feng's collar and cuffs with her big, dark eyes, as if trying to find some clue.
Even the usually aloof Chang'e was standing by the window, her back to Qin Feng, but her slightly trembling shoulders and perked-up ears betrayed her inner turmoil.
All night long.
A lone man and a lone woman, alone in a room.
It was still in the Great Powers palace of the Queen Mother of the West.
Even if Qin Feng said he was going to discuss business, no fool would believe him.
Who needs to talk business behind closed doors all night?
Who can negotiate a business deal with such a commotion that even the waters of the Yaochi are swaying?
"Are you done talking?"
Yun Xiao put down her teacup and looked at Qin Feng with a half-smile.
" Queen Mother of the West... how does it taste?"
Qin Feng walked to the table, sat down with an air of authority, picked up the teacup Yun Xiao had just drunk from, and downed it in one gulp.
What does it taste like?
Qin Feng smacked his lips, looking completely innocent.
"It was just a normal discussion about cooperation, talking about the future development plans of the Immortal Alliance, and I also gave her some guidance on her cultivation difficulties."
"As you all know, older people like her... well, senior colleagues with such deep experience tend to be quite stubborn and difficult to communicate with, so it took a while."
Yun Xiao rolled her eyes.
I don't believe you for a second.
The lingering, calming scent of your perfume could be smelled from three blocks away.
That was reserved exclusively for the Queen Mother of the West's palace; apart from her precious little nest, there was no other place like it in the entire Primordial World.
"Brother Qin."
Bixiao leaned closer, sniffed, and grinned mischievously.
"Since we're talking about serious matters, what's that red mark on your neck?"
"Could it be a mosquito bite?"
Are the mosquitoes in the West Kunlun really that poisonous?
Qin Feng remained expressionless and reached up to touch his neck.
"Yes, there are mosquitoes."
"It was a female mosquito, quite fierce, but I've already subdued it."
The women. "..."
That shamelessness is truly something else.
Since Qin Feng didn't want to elaborate, they wisely refrained from pressing him further.
After all, it was obvious to everyone that Qin Feng was in a good mood.
The ease and sense of control that emanated from their very being indicated that this trip to the West Kunlun not only achieved its purpose but may even have exceeded expectations.
at the same time.
Deep in the West Kunlun Mountains, inside the newly renovated palace.
The air pressure was frighteningly low.
All the maids knelt outside the hall, not daring to breathe.
Inside the hall.
The Queen Mother of the West changed into a clean, plain-colored long dress and sat in front of her dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror.
Although the person in the mirror was still stunningly beautiful, the lingering melancholy between her brows was something she couldn't hide no matter what she did.
"Asshole."
She picked up a jade comb and slammed it hard on the table.
Click.
That priceless, ancient jade comb shattered into powder.
"They take advantage of you and then deny everything."
"They can't even say a kind word."
"You left so decisively, as if this place were some dragon's den or tiger's lair."
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
She, the Head of Female Immortals, had humbled herself to the dust, yet that man acted as if nothing had happened, going back to chat and laugh with his female confidantes.
Just now, Qing Niao reported that Qin Feng was chatting and laughing in the Guest Hall and even ate the fruit that Yun Xiao handed him.
This was like rubbing salt into her wounds.
"This is the powerful backer you were talking about?"
The Queen Mother of the West gritted her teeth, looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes filled with disappointment and self-mockery.
" Yang Hui, you're truly blind."
"What protection? What nonsense about no one daring to bully you as long as he's around."
"It's all a lie."
"A man's mouth is a lying devil, especially this guy surnamed Qin, he's a master of lies!"
Just as she was wallowing in self-pity and preparing to enter this "secluded and resentful woman" mode...
Sudden.
An extremely subtle yet nauseating fluctuation silently descended upon the skies above the West Kunlun.
This fluctuation was extremely cautious, avoiding all the protective mountain formations, like a venomous snake in a ditch, slipping in through a crack in the space.
The divine Spiritual Sense of a sage.
And there was more than one.
There are two.
It carries a strong sandalwood scent, along with that unique, nauseating sense of hypocritical compassion.
The Two Saints of the West.
Jieyin, Zhunti.
These two saints, who were the most active and shameless during the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, finally couldn't hold back any longer.
Qin Feng's previous rampage in the Heavenly Court demonstrated his combat power, which was enough to rival that of a saint. This made the Western Teachings, which had been trying to take advantage of the chaos, extremely wary.
Now that Qin Feng has entered the West Kunlun in such a grand manner, the two of them are getting restless.
If Qin Feng really joins forces with the Queen Mother of the West, the prehistoric situation will change.
so.
They have to come and find out what's going on.
We want to see just how far this so-called "alliance" has gone, and we also want to see if Qin Feng's "trump card" is truly a one-time thing.
His Spiritual Sense poured out like mercury, instantly covering the entire Yaochi.
Unbridled.
They completely disregarded the Queen Mother of the West as their master.
Inside the palace, the Queen Mother of the West's expression suddenly changed.
" Zhunti! Jieyin!"
She stood up abruptly, her eyes blazing with anger.
That's so unfair!
Do they really think West Kunlun is a public toilet? Someone who can come and go as they please?
She was about to unleash the Kunlun Mirror to counterattack, but the next second, her movements stopped.
A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.
That was a saint.
Even if it's just two Spiritual Sense, it's not something she, at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level, can easily dispel.
Once action is taken, it will surely attract the true form of the sage to descend.
At that time, the West Kunlun will surely suffer a great calamity.
"Tolerate..."
The Queen Mother of the West gripped the corner of the table tightly, her knuckles turning white.
For millions of years, she has endured it all this way.
One must endure the coercion of the Heavenly Court, and one must also endure the prying eyes of the sages.
This is the tragedy of having no one to rely on.
Just as those two lewd Spiritual Sense crossed the Yaochi, preparing to directly probe into the Guest Hall to investigate Qin Feng's true strength...
A sudden and unexpected change occurred.
Boom!
The once clear sky suddenly darkened without warning.
A Spiritual Sense more domineering, more ancient, and even carrying a trace of the vastness of the primordial chaos, soared into the sky from the direction of the Guest Hall.
There was absolutely no pre-launch sway.
There was no nonsense at all.
That force instantly coalesced in mid-air into a Chaos Giant Hand that blotted out the sky.
The large, gray hand, with its clearly defined lines, seemed to contain profound truths, radiating a terrifying aura of destruction.
quick.
That's too fast.
The Two Saints of the West Spiritual Sense n't even had time to react, or even to retreat.
Snap!
A crisp sound.
The Chaos Giant Hand, as if swatting a fly, mercilessly seized the two invisible divine Spiritual Sense.
Grip it tightly.
Click!
The void shattered.
The two divine Spiritual Sense that carried the will of the sage were crushed to dust before they could even scream, turning into countless golden specks of light that vanished into nothingness.
Immediately afterwards.
Qin Feng's lazy yet extremely cold voice resounded throughout the entire West Kunlun, and at the same time, it was transmitted directly to the distant Western Mount Sumeru along the causal line.
"Two old bald monks."
"You think you're so great, huh?"
"If you dare to extend your claws into my territory again, I will personally go to Mount Sumeru and tear down your dilapidated temple!"
Domineering.
Arrogant.
Arrogant and overbearing.
At this moment, the entire West Kunlun Mountains were deathly silent.
All the cranes stopped calling, and all the fairies stopped breathing.
Inside the palace.
The Queen Mother of the West stared blankly at the Kunlun Mirror floating in front of her.
The mirror reflected the Chaos Giant Hand that was slowly dissipating, as well as the aura above the Guest Hall that, though not physically present, possessed overwhelming power.
She was stunned.
I was completely stunned.
She considered countless possibilities.
I considered that Qin Feng might take the opportunity to extort money from me, that Qin Feng might stay out of it, and even that he might try to shift the blame elsewhere.
I never even considered that.
He acted so decisively and directly.
There was no weighing of the pros and cons, no bargaining.
It was simply because those two sages extended their Spiritual Sense to West Kunlun, into his "territory".
Without hesitation, he slapped the saint across the face.
That's a saint!
It is the supreme being of the Primordial World!
To uphold the dignity of West Kunlun and to prevent outsiders from spying, he actually confronted two sages head-on?
"My territory..."
The Queen Mother of the West muttered to herself, repeating Qin Feng's words from earlier.
Did he consider West Kunlun as his own territory?
Or did he still consider Yang Hui as his person?
An unprecedented surge of warmth instantly washed away all the resentment and grievances in her heart.
My heart began to pound violently.
Thump, thump, thump.
She jumped even faster and more violently than when he pinned her to the pillar last night.
Last night was a physical surrender, a helpless act forced by circumstances.
And now.
Looking at the man who, though not in front of her, seemed to hold up an entire sky for her, the Queen Mother of the West felt her heart, hardened for billions of years, melting little by little.
So this is what it feels like to have someone to rely on?
So this is what it feels like to be unconditionally protected.
There's no need to feign compliance anymore, no need to swallow one's anger.
As long as that man is there, even if the sky falls, even if a saint descends in person, he will hold it up.
" Qin Feng..."
The Queen Mother of the West reached out and gently stroked the direction of the Guest Hall in the mirror, her expression becoming extremely complicated.
The initial anger dissipated.
Instead, she felt a tenderness that even frightened her, and an almost blind adoration.
The man who constantly criticized her in the palace, saying she was "not good enough".
He turned around and stood outside, shielding her from all the wind and rain.
This contrast, this damn charm, is a million times more deadly than any sweet talk.
"You win."
The Queen Mother of the West closed her eyes, a relieved smile playing on her lips.
Two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks, but they were no longer bitter.
"This time, I'm truly convinced."
"Whether it's the body or the mind."
"As long as you still want it, as long as you don't mind..."
"It's all yours."