The wind seemed to have stopped in the square.
The sunlight shone on the two of them, casting Daoist Master shadows that overlapped and looked particularly dazzling.
As Qin Feng looked at the submissive Queen Mother of the West before him, the playful smile on his lips gradually faded, replaced by an overbearing air of "it's only natural."
He didn't say anything polite like " Your Empress, please rise," nor did he show the slightest sign of being flattered.
It was as if the submission of this Primordial World Head of Female Immortals was a matter of course.
"Since we're family..."
Qin Feng stepped forward, his movements as natural as if he were strolling in his own backyard. He casually reached out and took the hand of the Queen Mother of the West, who was still in a bowing posture.
It feels slightly cool to the touch and is as smooth as cream.
"Then let's skip all these fancy formalities."
Simple actions.
Casual remarks.
It was like a nuclear bomb, exploding directly in the minds of everyone present.
The Queen Mother of the West's delicate body trembled violently.
Those phoenix eyes widened instantly, their pupils reflecting Qin Feng's face so close to theirs.
Given her past temper, if any male immortal dared to offend her like this, even by touching her sleeve, he would probably have been blasted into dust by the Kunlun Mirror by now.
Not just her.
Everyone present, including the three thousand female immortals in green robes, Bixiao Yunxiao, and even the few cranes that served as background figures, subconsciously held their breath, awaiting the expected thunderous rage.
However.
A second passed.
Two seconds passed.
The anticipated terrifying pressure did not materialize.
The Queen Mother of the West only stiffened for a moment, and then her tense shoulders slowly relaxed.
She did not break free.
There was no scolding.
Instead, she allowed Qin Feng's warm, large hand to envelop her palm, and even... in full view of everyone, her fingertips curled slightly, and she tentatively squeezed back.
Although the force was very light, as light as a feather brushing against the palm of the hand.
But for the Queen Mother of the West, who has always been known as "pure and immaculate, and inviolable," this was an unprecedented act.
"Whoosh--"
The crowd erupted in chaos.
The three thousand female immortals in green robes stared wide-eyed, their expressions as horrified as if they had witnessed the resurrection of the Great God Pangu leaping into the Pure Land of Bliss.
My Empress... got her hand held?
And there was no resistance?
She even... looked shy?
"Am I seeing things?"
Bixiao rubbed her eyes, her chin almost hitting her feet, and grabbed Yun Xiao's sleeve, shaking it wildly.
"Big sister, is that woman really the Queen Mother of the West? Could she have been possessed? She's blushing! She's actually blushing!"
Yun Xiao took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, and looked at the two hands clasped together with complicated emotions.
"Not possessed."
"But... someone stole my heart."
The Qing Niao standing to the side was even more distraught.
As the Queen Mother of the West's personal chief steward, she knew her mistress all too well.
That was a true eternal iceberg, a queen who regarded all male immortals as dirt.
But now.
Looking at the woman with her head down, her ears flushed red, letting Qin Feng hold her hand, Qing Niao felt as if her worldview had collapsed.
Where is this the ruthless and decisive ruler of West Kunlun?
This is clearly a newlywed wife who is completely obedient to her husband!
From this day forward.
Qin Feng, holding the Queen Mother of the West, turned to face the crowd. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority to announce his decision.
"What happens in West Kunlun is what happens to me, Qin Feng."
"Anyone who dares to touch a single blade of grass or tree here will have to ask me first if I'll allow it."
After saying that.
He turned his head to look at the queen beside him, who had completely transformed into a "quail," and said softly:
"Come on, show me around your house."
Our family.
These three words were like a spoonful of honey, poured directly into the heart of the Queen Mother of the West, making her feel slightly dizzy with sweetness.
She raised her head, her eyes unfocused, her voice so soft and sweet it seemed as if it could be squeezed to Water Come:
"Hmm... I'll do whatever the Alliance Leader says."
Night fell.
The nights in the Kunlun Mountain are always cold and lonely.
But tonight, the Yaochi Palace seemed exceptionally warm and enchanting.
Gone was the usual cold and somber atmosphere; every candle flame in the hall seemed to flicker with an ambiguous glow.
Qin Feng pushed open the door and entered, seemingly familiar with the place.
This time, there was no pink mist, nor any deliberate bewitching formation.
Only a faint aroma of tea lingers around the nose.
The Queen Mother of the West changed out of her elaborate Purple Gold Phoenix Robe and into a simple moon-white long dress. Her long hair was casually tied up, and she appeared less haughty and more gentle and domestic.
She was kneeling beside the tea table, intently preparing tea.
The movements were fluid and graceful, extremely elegant.
Hearing footsteps, she looked up, a faint smile appearing on her stunningly beautiful face.
It's natural.
Very realistic.
It's no longer the forced, ingratiating smile, but a genuine joy from the heart when seeing the one you love.
"They've arrived?"
She spoke softly, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Qin Feng sat down opposite her, his gaze sweeping over her as he teased:
"What, not planning to use your feminine wiles tonight?"
The Queen Mother of the West blushed, gave him a reproachful glare, but didn't stop pouring tea.
" Yang Hui was ignorant before, and I apologize to the Alliance Leader for making a fool of himself."
"Tonight... I only wish to invite the Alliance Leader to have some tea."
As she spoke, she put down the teapot and took out an exquisite Jade Box from her sleeve.
The box lid slowly opened.
A wonderfully refreshing fragrance instantly filled the entire palace.
The fragrance was extremely overpowering; with just one inhalation, Qin Feng felt the Chaos Qi within his body become more active.
Inside the box lay a very special Flat Peach.
Unlike the usual Flat Peach and tender peaches, this peach is crystal clear, with an eerie semi-transparent appearance, as if red and white light are flowing inside.
Even more amazing is...
The peach is bouncing.
Thump, thump, thump.
Like a vibrant heart, it has its own rhythm and beat.
"This is..."
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He had heard of the Flat Peach in Journey to the West, which ripen once every three thousand years, six thousand years, and nine thousand years.
But this thing doesn't look like something from thousands of years ago.
"This is a fruit that grows alongside the Peach Mother Tree."
The Queen Mother of the West stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked the pulsating fruit, her eyes becoming somewhat dreamy.
"It takes 90,000 years to bloom, 90,000 years to bear fruit, and another 90,000 years to mature."
"It took a full 270,000 years for this pair of ' Concentric Peach ' to grow."
She raised her head and looked at Qin Feng, her phoenix eyes sparkling with tiny, star-like lights.
"This peach contains the innate pure Yin and pure Yang essence, and its medicinal power is extremely potent."
"If an ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal were to ingest it, he would instantly explode and die, his soul and spirit annihilated."
She paused, two Hong Yun rising to her cheeks, and her voice became barely audible:
"Only when yin and yang are in harmony, and the spirit and soul are in fusion, can it be tasted."
Qin Feng laughed.
He picked up the peach, weighed it in his hand, and looked at the Queen Mother of the West with a half-smile.
"So, Your Empress is inviting me... to engage in Dual Cultivation?"
"Cough!"
The Queen Mother of the West nearly choked on her saliva; her once dignified face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe shrimp.
"No, not that kind..."
She waved her hands in a flustered manner, her eyes darting away, not daring to meet Qin Feng's extremely aggressive gaze.
"It's a resonance at the level of the soul..."
"The most precious thing about this Concentric Peach is not that it enhances cultivation, but that it allows two people's Primordial Spirit to temporarily merge into one, sharing each other's insights into the Great Dao."
"Certainly..."
She bit her lower lip, her voice so low it was almost inaudible:
"If the Alliance Leader desires... that kind of thing, it's not impossible."
The last half of the sentence carried a sense of resolute determination mixed with shyness.
Seeing her trying to be reserved yet unable to resist getting closer, Qin Feng felt his desire to conquer was greatly satisfied.
This is how the Queen Mother of the West should be.
It is neither a lofty deity nor a humble, obsequious servant.
She is a living, breathing woman who can be shy and has her own little thoughts.
"Alright, I was just kidding."
Qin Feng chuckled and directly split the Concentric Peach in two.
Although they were separated, countless threads of light still connected the two halves of the peach, like a lotus root still attached to its roots, as if the cause and effect between them could never be severed.
"Since Your Empress has so kindly extended the invitation, then I shall accept it without hesitation."
Qin Feng handed her half of it, his eyes becoming deep.
"Bring it on."
"Let me see what this fruit, which has been borne for 270,000 years, tastes like."
The two sat facing each other.
Knee to knee.
At the same time, put the half of the crystal-clear fruit into your mouth.
It melts in your mouth.
boom!
It wasn't as sweet as I had imagined; instead, it felt like a burst of fire and a pool of ice water exploding in my mouth at the same time.
Extreme heat and extreme cold.
Two completely opposite forces rushed into his limbs and bones in an instant; if it were anyone else, their meridians would probably be broken by now.
But the next second...
Their two palms were pressed tightly together.
"Calm your mind and focus your attention."
Qin Feng's voice rang in the Queen Mother of the West's mind, carrying a reassuring calmness.
Immediately afterwards.
A domineering and unparalleled Chaos Qi surged through the palms of the two men, forcefully entering the body of the Queen Mother of the West and instantly engulfing the surging, extremely cold power.
Guide, appease, and integrate.
There was no physical contact, but at that moment, the Queen Mother of the West felt a thrilling pleasure that was even more intense than physical union.
That was a touch of the soul.
Under the influence of the drug, their souls collided without reservation.
Buzz--
The surrounding scenery has changed.
It was no longer a bedroom, but a vast and boundless sea of starry consciousness.
The Queen Mother of the West felt as if she had become a lone boat, tossed about in a raging storm.
Qin Feng, on the other hand, is the pillar that stabilizes the sea, the giant tree that blots out the sky.
His divine soul was incredibly powerful, carrying a vast and boundless aura that seemed to survey the ages, and he forcefully squeezed into the depths of her consciousness.
There are no secrets.
At this moment, all her pretense and her past were laid bare before this man.
Qin Feng saw it.
I saw that figure sitting alone atop Kunlun Mountain for millions of years.
I saw her outwardly fierce but inwardly weak demeanor when facing a formidable enemy.
I saw her loneliness as she stared blankly at the mirror late at night.
Lonely.
A loneliness that penetrates to the bone.
In this Primordial World where the strong rule and scheming is everywhere, she wrapped herself up like a hedgehog, arming herself with arrogance and indifference, never daring to relax even when she was exhausted.
"Foolish woman."
A sigh echoed in his mind.
The voice no longer held its usual mockery, but instead conveyed a poignant tenderness that brought tears to one's eyes.
The next moment.
Qin Feng's soul transformed into a giant net, gently yet firmly enveloping the trembling " Yang Hui " within it.
warmth.
An unprecedented sense of security.
Like a traveler who has wandered for countless years, finally finding his home.
The Queen Mother of the West trembled violently. At this moment, she completely let down her guard and, like a wronged child, frantically embraced that warm light.
blend.
Rotate.
sublimation.
Their souls intertwined in their sea of consciousness, like the yin and yang fish in Taiji Diagram, each containing the other, inseparable from the other.
outside world.
The candles in the palace had long since been extinguished.
Only the faint glow emanating from the two of them illuminated each other's faces.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.
The Queen Mother of the West kept her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and two lines of clear tears slid silently down her cheeks, but a smile of utter satisfaction, unlike anything she had ever seen before, appeared on her lips.
That night.
There was no dramatic upheaval.
Yet it possesses a depth of affection that surpasses a thousand words.
Those were two hearts that transcended the chasm of identity and time, truly...
Perfectly fitted.