Night fell, and the Milky Way hung upside down.
Tonight, Yaochi did not set up any defensive formations. Instead, it lit three thousand ever-burning lamps made of mermaid oil, illuminating the entire Jade Palaces and Towers as bright as day.
The sounds of string and Immortal Music.
As the first "family banquet" after West Kunlun merged into the Immortal Alliance, this event had to be extravagant.
On the main seat in the main hall, there was a large, carved, purple-gold couch that could comfortably accommodate five or six people.
Qin Feng was also quite unserious, leaning back on the soft pillow, playing with a luminous cup in his hand. He looked nothing like Alliance Leader who ruled over all immortals; he was more like a lazy, good-for-nothing playboy.
But just one glance at the entourage surrounding him would probably make even Daluo Golden Immortal grind his teeth to dust.
left.
The Queen Mother of the West, who usually dwells high in the clouds and looks down on all living beings, has now shed her elaborate and solemn court robes and put on a light purple Flowing Immortal Skirt. She is holding a plate of peeled fairy grapes and feeding them to Qin Feng one by one.
"Open your mouth."
Her voice was soft, even somewhat like coaxing a child, and her eyes held no trace of ruthlessness, only gentle tenderness.
right.
Yun Xiao, the eldest Interception Sect, was kneeling on a futon, holding a pot in her fair hand, and pouring a cup of Ten Thousand Year Nectar for Qin Feng.
Her movements were fluid and elegant, and when she occasionally looked up at Qin Feng, her eyes sparkled with a hint of barely perceptible admiration.
Look to the side.
The Fairy Chang'e played the zither to entertain the guests. The music was as melodious as a babbling brook. Every time she played a wrong note, she would blush and steal a glance at Qin Feng, afraid that this wicked man would use the opportunity to punish her again.
Princess Longji, like the most obedient maid, held a silk handkerchief, ready to wipe Qin Feng's mouth at any moment.
The most exaggerated is Shi Ji.
The girl didn't manage to get a good spot, so she simply sat on the footstool and gently massaged Qin Feng's legs with her small hands, looking up and asking as she did so:
" Alliance Leader, is this pressure enough? Should we apply more force?"
Qin Feng let out a comfortable hum, chewing on the grape that the Queen Mother of the West fed him, and nodded indistinctly:
"Not bad, you've improved."
"Reward."
He casually tossed out a low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure as if it were a pebble.
Shi Ji was overjoyed and pounded even harder.
Amidst this chorus of decadent music...
"Thud."
A loud thud came from the entrance of the main hall.
Everyone looked up.
A small immortal dressed in a blue Daoist robe stood dumbfounded at the doorway, with an open gift box at his feet, containing a ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum that had rolled to the ground.
He was a page sent by Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple to deliver congratulatory gifts, and his name was Qing Feng.
He originally intended to deliver the gift under the cover of night, hoping for good luck, but he never expected to witness this scene as soon as he entered the door.
Qing Feng rubbed his eyes.
I rubbed it again.
That's right.
The woman peeling grapes for someone is truly the Queen Mother of the West, whose mere hum could make the Primordial World tremble!
The woman massaging someone's legs is indeed the infamous Niangniang Shi Ji!
"A ghost... a ghost!"
Qing Feng screamed in fright, forgetting even the lingzhi on the ground, and turned to run away. He was so fast that his afterimage was not even visible, as if some Primordial World beast was chasing him.
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, watching the little fairy's hasty retreat, and curled his lip.
"This kid doesn't have a strong mentality."
The Queen Mother of the West stuffed the peeled grapes into his mouth and gave him a disapproving look.
"It's all your fault, always putting on such a big show."
"That's great, the news will spread throughout the entire Primordial World tomorrow."
Qin Feng took the opportunity to bite her fingertip, gently rubbing it, and said with a wicked smile:
"Let it spread."
"This is perfect opportunity for all the men of the Primordial World to know just how deliciously I'm living off this gigolo."
As it turns out, the Queen Mother of the West underestimated the speed at which gossip spreads.
Before noon the next day.
The boy named Qing Feng from Wuzhuang Temple had already become a "celebrity" in the entire circle of Primordial World Rogue Cultivator in the prehistoric world.
Inside an unnamed teahouse in a fairyland.
Qing Feng stood on the table, spitting as he spoke, surrounded by male immortals with bloodshot eyes.
"You didn't see it!"
"That scene was simply... utterly insane!"
Qing Feng gestured excitedly, describing the scene at the time.
" Alliance Leader Qin Feng lay down in the middle, looking like he had no bones."
"On his left, the Queen Mother of the West is peeling grapes for him, and she has to coax him to eat them!"
"On his right, Fairy Yun Xiao poured him wine; her eyes were so tender they could melt Water Come!"
"And there's more! Fairy Chang'e is playing the zither, Princess Longji is wiping her mouth, and even Niangniang Shi Ji... is massaging his legs!"
boom!
The teahouse exploded.
Countless teacups were crushed, and countless tables were smashed.
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"
A burly man with a thick beard looked up to the sky and roared, tears streaming down his face.
"Who is the Queen Mother of the West? She's the Head of Female Immortals! How could she possibly be peeling grapes for someone? This must be an illusion!"
"Even a saint wouldn't receive this treatment, would they?"
"Is this the life of the Alliance Leader of the Goddess Immortal Alliance? Is this the happiness of Soft Rice King?"
"Heavens above! Why did you create both Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang? Why am I not so lucky in love!"
envy.
Naked jealousy.
If before yesterday, people mostly felt awe and respect for Qin Feng, now it's pure envy.
The urge to take Qin Feng's place, to kick him down and lie on top of him, grew wildly in the hearts of every male immortal.
That's incredibly hateful.
This is just too damn blissful.
A life of bliss?
Compared to Qin Feng, they were living like ascetic monks!
In the corner.
Two white-haired Daoist priests were playing chess. Hearing the discussion, the priest holding the black piece trembled and placed the piece in the wrong position.
"Fellow Daoist, you said..."
The old Daoist swallowed hard, his eyes darting around.
" Qin Feng has already taken over Taiyin Star, the Underworld, and the Heavenly Court Long Ji, and now he has even brought West Kunlun under his control."
"His next step..."
Who could it be?
The old Daoist priest opposite him took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on a certain direction Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, his voice low and trembling with excitement.
"Looking across the entire Primordial World, the only goddess worthy of such a spectacle who hasn't yet been harmed by him..."
"I'm afraid only... the one from the Wa Palace is left, right?"
Nuwa.
The moment the name was uttered, the surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment.
That was a saint.
That was the Human Race Saint Mother.
That is a truly supreme being.
"Impossible! That's a saint..."
"What's impossible?"
The burly man with the thick beard wiped away his tears, his face resolute.
"Even the Queen Mother of the West is peeling grapes. If I ever hear that the Empress Nuwa is mending Qin Feng's clothes, Laozi wouldn't be surprised at all!"
"Let's take a gamble?"
"Let's make a bet! I'll wager a Acquired Spiritual Treasure, betting that Qin Feng won't dare to provoke Nuwa!"
"I'm betting too! I bet he dares!"
A sensational bet about "who Qin Feng's next target is" quietly spread throughout the Primordial World.
At this moment, Qin Feng...
Unaware that they had been targeted by gambling addicts throughout the entire Primordial World.
He was lying in a lap of luxury, watching the reputation points on the system panel jump wildly, a meaningful smile curving his lips.
Next volume...
It's time to play something bigger.