Deep within the chaos, the fierce winds gradually subsided.
Qin Feng took a step forward, and the broken palace gates behind him and the clamor of the 100,000-strong army were instantly shut out. The scene before him shifted and changed, as if he had stepped from a desolate hell into a paradise.
This place was not the cold, awe-inspiring arena with strict laws and overwhelming Saintly Might that Qin Feng had imagined. Instead, it was filled with an intense, almost palpable, life force.
Beneath their feet was a path paved with five-colored divine jade, and on both sides were planted Innate Spiritual Root that had long since disappeared from the outside world. Several cranes with three heads lazily preened their feathers in the clouds. They were not alarmed by the strangers, but instead curiously peered out.
In the distance, a palace, though not grand, exudes an ancient and rustic charm, nestled amidst the lush greenery.
There are no glittering decorations, no imposing formations, only a peaceful and simple atmosphere.
"That's interesting."
Qin Feng walked with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings, a playful smile playing on his lips.
"She puts on a cold and aloof facade outside, but her home is quite cozy."
"It's like those female CEOs who appear to be dressed in formal attire, but immediately change into pink bunny pajamas when they get home. This kind of contrast is cute and fits her 'homebody' persona."
If the beings of the Primordial World world were to hear such a comment, they would probably be so frightened that their Primordial Spirit would leave their bodies on the spot.
Comparing Saint's Dojo to a female CEO's boudoir—only Qin Feng in the entire world would dare to think and say such a thing.
He walked up to the ancient palace.
The palace gates were tightly closed. They were not made of metal or divine wood, but rather carved from a single, enormous piece of innate warm jade, upon which flowed a faint divine light of creation.
Qin Feng stopped in his tracks, just about to raise his hand to knock on the door, or perhaps he would simply kick it again as he had done from the outside.
Squeak--
The two jade doors, which seemed to weigh a hundred million pounds, seemed to sense the arrival of the guests, and with a soft sound, slowly opened inward.
There was no ban on a rebound.
There was no roar from the guardian beast.
Behind the door, a slender figure stood gracefully.
She was a woman dressed in a seven-colored robe, with an extremely beautiful face and a hint of heroism in her brows, which was softened by a gentle smile at the corners of her mouth. Unlike ordinary fairies who hold magical weapons, she clasped her hands together in front of her, her posture dignified and elegant.
The first disciple of Nuwa, the Jin Feng Fairy.
She is also the head steward of the Wa Palace.
Logically speaking, if her own front door was smashed and her master was harassed, Jin Feng, as a disciple, should at least glare at him and teach this arrogant intruder a lesson, even if she didn't draw her sword.
But the reality is --
When Jin Feng Fairy Qin Feng arrived, she was not angry at all. Instead, she bowed gracefully, her movements so perfect that there was not a single flaw.
" The Jin Feng welcomes the Lord of the Immortal Alliance."
The sound was crisp and melodious, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, conveying a sense of warmth and comfort.
"The arrival of the Alliance Leader brings great honor to our Wa Palace."
"Master has been waiting in the inner hall for a long time. Please follow me."
After saying that, she stepped aside to make way for him, her face still bearing that polite yet slightly meaningful smile, as if Qin Feng were not the arrogant scoundrel who had just spouted nonsense at the door, but a distinguished old friend with whom she had made a prior arrangement.
This art style... something's not right.
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and glanced at Jin Feng.
If it were someone else, they might think this was a "trap" with hidden assassins, or even a pretense of politeness before resorting to force.
But in Qin Feng's view, this was a different kind of signal.
"It seems your Empress isn't as angry as I thought."
Qin Feng stepped over the threshold, and as he passed Jin Feng, he suddenly stopped, leaned closer, and asked with a smile:
"Or is it that she secretly hopes someone will be strong enough to break down this door that has been closed for millions of years?"
Jin Feng's smile froze slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes before she quickly regained her composure, though her ears involuntarily turned red for a moment.
Qin Feng keenly noticed this momentary loss of composure.
" The Alliance Leader is joking."
Jin Feng lowered her head, not daring to look directly into those eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts. Her voice was steady, but there was a hint of panic in it.
"Our master is a sage, his mind as deep and unfathomable as the sea; it is beyond the comprehension of us disciples."
"But..."
She paused, looked up, and glanced at Qin Feng with a complicated expression.
"Since the beginning of the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, the Wa Palace has indeed been far too deserted."
" The Alliance Leader's outburst today has actually brought a bit more... liveliness to this lifeless training ground."
That's a very skillful way of putting it.
It neither acknowledged Nuwa's expectations nor concealed a certain degree of approval.
Qin Feng laughed heartily, stopped teasing her, and with a flick of his sleeve, walked straight inside.
"Popularity?"
"If she's willing, this place will not only be lively, but also full of life and joy."
Lead the way.
"I also want to see if the Saint Mother Empress, who hid in the inner sanctum after I hit the nail on the head, is practicing in front of the mirror how to put on an even more majestic expression."
Jin Feng's lips twitched; she wanted to laugh but dared not, so she could only suppress it and quickly followed the guide.
This Qin Feng Alliance Leader...
Just as rumored, he's someone who doesn't play by the rules.
After passing through several corridors, the surrounding scenery became increasingly exquisite, and a faint sandalwood fragrance wafted in the air.
Without the tense atmosphere outside, this place is more like the back garden of an ordinary wealthy family.
As Qin Feng watched Jin Feng's graceful figure recede into the distance, his mind raced with calculations.
Since Nuwa was willing to let the Jin Feng come out to greet her and even adopted this "inviting the enemy into the trap" posture, it shows that her words just now had indeed hit her weak spot.
She wasn't afraid to confront him head-on.
Saints are immortal and indestructible. If a real fight breaks out, even with the system's support, Qin Feng might not gain much advantage in the Chaos's home turf.
But she had never seen a "soft knife."
She was used to being worshipped and revered, but never to being treated as a "woman," teased, or even... pitied.
This is the key to breaking the deadlock.
" Alliance Leader, we've arrived."
Jin Feng stopped in front of a warm pavilion draped with beaded curtains, gently lifted the curtain, and respectfully addressed the person inside:
"Master, Alliance Leader Qin has arrived."
Inside the warm pavilion.
There was no lofty cloud bed, nor any swirling holy light.
There was only a rosewood tea table and two cushions.
Nuwa had changed out of her plain clothes and put on a light pink casual dress. Her hair was casually tied up, and she was holding the mahjong tile that Qin Feng had just thrown down in her hand—the "Nine of Characters".
I heard a sound.
She didn't look up, but gently traced the patterns on the card with her fingertips, her voice languid and aloof.
"Since you're here, come in."
" Alliance Leader Qin just said he would teach me how to recognize the cards."
"I am quite curious."
"What kind of new world can you conjure up with this '90,000' in your mouth?"