The Chaos Qi continued to churn, but the tense atmosphere from before had inexplicably changed.
Nuwa stood before the shattered palace gate, her chest heaving violently. She was furious, driven to desperation by Qin Feng's shameless behavior.
She glanced at the densely packed, locust-like army of 100,000 Immortal Alliance soldiers in the distance, then at the light screen still playing the image of "Humans only know Qin Feng, not Nuwa," and finally took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to smash the Red Embroidered Ball into the man's face.
"Make your men retreat three thousand miles."
Nuwa's voice was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice, each word carrying shards of ice.
"I only allow you to enter."
This is a compromise.
This was also the saint's last act of defiance.
If those 100,000 people were really allowed to stroll around the Wa Palace, post on social media, and check in, wouldn't she lose all face as a saint? How would she ever be able to face the Primordial World again?
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng's lips curled into a smug, mischievous smile. He casually turned off the light screen, turned around, and waved to the massive army behind him with a flourish as if swatting away flies.
"Did you hear that? The Saint Mother Empress is shy."
" Duobao, take your men and step back. Don't get in my way. I want to have a deep, soul-stirring friendly exchange with Fellow Daoist Nuwa."
Daoist Duobao was a shrewd man. Upon hearing this, his fat face immediately bulged into a flower shape, and he nodded and bowed repeatedly.
"Understood! Understood! I'll leave immediately and won't disturb the Alliance Leader's enjoyment!"
As he spoke, he winked at the army behind him, his expression clearly saying: See? That's what you call skill! While we're still thinking about how to conquer cities and territories, our Alliance Leader is already preparing to go alone to take down the enemy's big boss!
The army responded with a resounding roar and began an orderly retreat.
Qin Feng straightened his clothes, just about to step into the Wa Palace, which commanded the awe of countless living beings.
Sudden.
A fragrant breeze wafted by.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his sleeve being grabbed tightly.
It wasn't just one person.
It's a group.
Qin Feng looked down and saw that Bixiao, Qiong Xiao, the Fire Spirit Holy Mother, Princess Longji... even the usually dignified Queen Mother of the West and Yun Xiao had all gathered around him, looking at him expectantly.
That look in his eyes didn't seem like he was saying goodbye to a hero.
It's more like a young wife watching her husband being seduced by a vixen.
"Brother-in-law..."
Bixiao clung tightly to Qin Feng's sleeve, her delicate face filled with grievance, her eyes red-rimmed, as if tears were about to fall at any moment.
Her cry of "brother-in-law" was so tender and moving, it melted anyone's heart.
"The Empress Nuwa is the Saint Mother who created humankind; she must be the most beautiful woman in the Primordial World. You... you won't abandon us after seeing her, will you?"
This little girl has a really unique way of thinking.
The focus wasn't on the danger, nor on the negotiations, but on the "beauty."
After all, in the legends of the Primordial World, Nuwa was the pinnacle of beauty, an insurmountable mountain in the hearts of all female cultivators.
Before Qin Feng could speak, the Fire Spirit Holy Mother joined him.
This notoriously hot-tempered woman from the Interception Sect looked anxious and uncertain at this moment, her Golden Cloud Crown, which she usually used to kill without blinking an eye, was almost deformed from her grip.
"Yes, Alliance Leader."
The Fire Spirit Holy Mother spoke half-jokingly and half-seriously, her tone laced with a strong sourness that it could make even the chaotic void ache.
"All of us sisters combined probably can't compare to the allure of a single finger of the Holy Empress. She is a saint, noble and mysterious, and now we want to spend time 'alone' with her..."
She emphasized the word "alone," her eyes filled with wariness.
"You must hold on! Don't forget about us, your wives who have shared your hardships, for the sake of some saint!"
Although they weren't officially "wives" of Qin Feng yet, at this crucial juncture, who cared about that?
Let's declare our sovereignty first!
Even the usually composed Yun Xiao bit her red lips, a hint of worry barely concealed in her beautiful eyes.
She stepped forward, not acting coquettishly like Bixiao, but gently straightening Qin Feng's collar with tender and meticulous movements, just like a wife seeing her husband off on a long journey.
"My lord, the Empress Nuwa is highly skilled; please be extremely careful on this journey."
Even so, her clear, bright eyes clearly conveyed a powerful message: If you dare to cause trouble in there, you'll be in for a world of hurt when you get back.
Qin Feng felt incredibly pleased as he watched this scene.
This is a million times more satisfying than just smashing open the gates of the Wa Palace.
This is the ultimate vanity of men.
Surrounded by so many stunning goddesses, cared for by them, and envied by their rivalry, he worried that he would be snatched away by another woman.
This feeling is like taking a sip of ice-cold soda on a hot summer day—refreshing and invigorating.
He knew that this was precisely how they showed how much they loved him.
This is also the best proof that Qin Feng is thriving in this Primordial World world.
I ask you, which man in the world could do this?
To make the Head of Female Immortals in Heavenly Court jealous? To make the Head of Female Immortals Interception Sect worry?
"Alright, alright, don't worry about it."
Qin Feng reached out and pinched one cheek and patted the other's head, his movements as practiced as a seasoned veteran who had spent years navigating the world of women.
"What is the most beautiful thing about the primordial Primordial World?"
"In my eyes, she's at best... cough, just a senior with a little bit of fame."
Qin Feng deliberately raised his voice, loud enough to penetrate the layers of restrictions and reach the Wa Palace.
"Besides, how old is she? She's from the same generation as my master, Tongtian; she's practically an old lady."
"Although I, Qin Feng, am benevolent, I also have principles."
"I'm not the kind of person who can't resist beautiful women!"
Pfft.
Zhao Gongming, who was not far away, couldn't help but burst out laughing. He quickly covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking like a leaf.
Doesn't the Alliance Leader have a conscience when he says such things?
Look at your Harem Group! From mature women to cute girls, from demons to immortals, aren't they all stunningly beautiful? Your principle is probably "I want all the pretty ones," right?
But women clearly fall for it.
Hearing Qin Feng belittle the lofty Saint Nuwa as an "old auntie," Bixiao burst into laughter through her tears, and Princess Longji also covered her mouth and chuckled, the worry in her eyes instantly vanishing.
"Alright, everyone, wait patiently outside."
Qin Feng squeezed Yun Xiao's hand one last time and gave her a reassuring look.
"I'll be right back."
"Once I've won over this 'old lady,' we'll go back to Golden Ao Island and have a celebration banquet!"
After saying that.
Without further hesitation, he turned and strode toward the broken palace gate.
His silhouette was elegant, his clothes fluttering in the breeze.
Only a group of goddesses remained standing there, gazing at his retreating figure with infatuated eyes.
However.
The moment Qin Feng stepped one foot into the main hall of the Wa Palace...
A terrifying chill instantly enveloped his entire body.
That was murderous intent.
The killing intent of a saint is of extremely high purity, without the slightest impurity.
Deep within the main hall, Nuwa sat regally on her cloud bed, her beautiful face covered in frost. Her once indifferent eyes were now fixed intently on Qin Feng, as if two raging flames called "Old Auntie" were burning within them.
The sage's Spiritual Sense Tongtian all-pervasive; she heard every single word of the flirtatious remarks Qin Feng made at the door.
Old auntie?
A senior with some fame?
This bastard... is he looking for death?
" Alliance Leader Qin."
Nuwa's voice echoed eerily, carrying a chilling, sinister quality that sent shivers down one's spine.
"Although my Wa Palace is deserted, it cannot tolerate gossips."
"If you dare utter another single word of nonsense..."
She gently grasped it with her slender hand.
Click.
A crisp sound echoed from the void, as if something had been crushed.
"I wouldn't mind tearing your mouth apart first before we talk about cooperation."
The palace gate behind Qin Feng slammed shut with a loud bang, even though there was no wind.
All light and all sight are shut out.
Inside the entire hall.
Only this pair of the most powerful single men and women in the primordial Primordial World remain.
Looking at the saint in front of him who was on the verge of going berserk, Qin Feng was not afraid at all; instead, he smiled even more brightly.
He casually found a futon and sat down, his posture as relaxed as if he were back at home.
" Fellow Daoist Nuwa, don't be angry."
"Getting angry easily causes wrinkles, and that makes you look really old..."
Seeing that the Red Embroidered Ball was about to be thrown at him again, Qin Feng quickly raised his hands in surrender, then changed the subject.
"Okay, enough with the jokes."
"Let's get down to business."
"Let's talk about... how to bring you down from that cold, aloof pedestal and make you a real woman with flesh and blood."