The atmosphere inside the main hall was eerily strange.
The seven words "using the Wa Palace as a betrothal gift" still echoed under the empty dome, like sparking pebbles thrown into the once tranquil Saint's Dojo.
Qin Feng looked at Nuwa was so close to him.
The most revered goddess of the Primordial World was no more than three feet away from him, and the pure fragrance originating from the Life Origin kept wafting into his nose, making his heart itch with desire.
He opened his mouth, just about to take advantage of the situation and say, "Since Your Empress is so kind as to refuse, then I will reluctantly accept this dowry," thus pushing the ambiguous atmosphere from before to a climax.
However.
Before he could even utter the word "okay"...
Before his wicked grin could fully bloom, it was already too late.
Nuwa, whose eyes had initially held a hint of provocation and ambition, suddenly changed.
The imposing, saintly aura in her eyes vanished instantly, like the receding tide, replaced by an unprecedented gentleness.
That gentleness was not the pretense he wore while playing mahjong in the warm room, nor was it the mask of compassion he wore when facing all living beings.
Rather, it's a sense of relief that comes after letting go of all defenses, even with a touch of weariness.
She parted her lips slightly, breaking the silence that was about to turn into flirtation before Qin Feng could react.
"You've finally arrived."
Nuwa's voice was very soft.
It doesn't shake the heavens and earth like a divine decree, nor is it as awe-inspiring as a thunderclap.
It's more like a spring breeze that has traveled through millions of years, gently brushing across the barren land, allowing the withered grass and trees to sprout new buds.
It even carried a kind of... inexplicable grievance?
Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, and the flirtatious words that were about to come out got stuck in his throat.
Then, Nuwa looked into his eyes and added another sentence.
I've been waiting for you for a long time.
boom--!
If we disregard the preceding statement and only consider this one sentence, Qin Feng might have been able to use Jin Feng Fairy's earlier words as an excuse, taking it as mere politeness.
But at this moment.
These words, spoken by Nuwa herself, coupled with her eyes that seemed to have seen through the vicissitudes of life, carried an almost frightening weight!
When Jin Feng said those words, it was her secretary relaying a message from her boss, accompanied by a professional, fake smile.
Now that Nuwa has spoken it herself, it's as if she, a prisoner who has been locked in this desolate Prison Cage for countless years, has finally been rescued by the one who appears with the key.
There was no fluctuation of Magic Power.
There were no unusual celestial phenomena.
But Qin Feng's imperial heart, which had long been tempered to be as hard as a chaotic rock, unexpectedly skipped a beat at this moment.
He was completely stunned.
The CPU in my brain was working frantically, but I couldn't process this sudden turn of events.
The script is wrong!
According to his plan, what follows will either be a heated exchange of interests, a tug-of-war under the pressure of a saint, or even a death-defying spectacle as he repeatedly teeters on the brink of death.
He prepared ten thousand different opening lines.
I imagined ten thousand possible confrontational scenarios.
He even planned out a route to escape with his wives should the negotiations fall through.
But I never expected it to turn out like this.
What's this?
Is a lonely woman in her boudoir waiting for a heartless man?
Or is it a chess player who has already seen through everything, waiting for the final move?
"Wait for me?"
Qin Feng subconsciously asked a question in return, a rare crack appearing on his face, his usual composed demeanor replaced by a bewildered expression.
"Isn't Your Empress's statement a bit too ambiguous?"
"If you keep saying that, I'll really take it as you confessing your feelings to me."
He tried to regain control with jokes, attempting to bring the conversation back to the channel he was familiar with.
But Nuwa did not laugh.
She wasn't angry.
She simply looked at Qin Feng quietly, her eyes as clear as a mirror, reflecting Qin Feng's slightly flustered image.
"Confess your feelings?"
Nuwa shook her head, turned around, and walked barefoot into the void, step by step toward the huge relief sculpture in the center of the hall.
That was the scene of the birth of humanity.
Soil flew everywhere as vibrant little lives ran and laughed on the ground, then grew old, died, and turned to dust.
"For mortals, waiting may be for the sake of love."
"But for a sage, waiting..."
Nuwa reached out her hand, her fingertips gently touching the tiny figures on the relief, her voice soft and melodious.
"It is a torment more terrible than death."
She had her back to Qin Feng, and her long hair moved freely behind her even though there was no wind.
" Qin Feng, do you know what a sage is?"
Qin Feng frowned, put away his joking thoughts, and stood behind her.
"Ruling the Qiankun, enduring countless eons without being worn down, and untainted by karma."
"Isn't this just the boasting you guys made?"
"Oh."
Nuwa chuckled softly, a laugh filled with self-mockery.
That's for all living beings.
"The true saints are nothing more than six relatively high-level puppets under the Heavenly Dao."
She turned around abruptly, her gaze sharp as lightning, fixed intently on Qin Feng.
"From the moment the treasures were distributed at the Purple Heavens Palace, our fate was already sealed."
" The Three Pure Ones want to establish a religion, the West wants to flourish, and humanity wants to be the protagonist of the world, yet they are treated like leeks, harvested one after another."
Even this Investiture of the Gods Tribulation...
A cold glint flashed in Nuwa's eyes.
"Even if I didn't take action, even if I didn't write that poem, Di Xin would still have died, and the Shang Dynasty would still have perished."
"Because the script was already written."
" Hongjun has written the outline, and the Heavenly Dao has filled in the details. All we need to do is recite our lines, finish this play, and then continue to sit in this immortal cage and watch the next cycle of reincarnation."
Qin Feng fell silent.
Looking at the saint before him, whose emotions had suddenly become agitated, he felt a surge of turmoil within him.
Although I knew long ago that the Primordial World was a conspiracy, a game of chess by the Heavenly Dao.
But he didn't expect Nuwa to see through him so clearly.
I never expected her to tear off this fig leaf so directly.
Where is this the Saint Mother Empress was high above, enjoying the offerings of all living beings?
This is clearly the irritable reader who's been completely spoiled and is utterly disgusted by this garbage plot!
So, you were waiting for me?
Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, as if he had grasped some key point.
"That's right."
Nuwa took a deep breath and regained her aloof demeanor, but the burning passion in her eyes could not be concealed.
"I've been watching you ever since you slapped Taiyi Zhenren away at Skeleton Mountain."
"I'll see you kick Nezha like a ball, I'll see you kidnap Long Ji from Heavenly Court, I'll see you subdue those arrogant guys from the Interception Sect."
I was just thinking...
Nuwa took a step forward, approaching Qin Feng, her exquisite face showing a hint of almost morbid excitement.
"This freak, which has no origins, no cause and effect, and is not within the Five Elements, where did it spring from?"
"You're like a virus."
"A virus created specifically to ruin this perfect script."
Qin Feng's lips twitched slightly.
"Isn't the word 'virus' a bit too offensive?"
"I think 'savior' or 'superhero' suits me better."
It doesn't matter what it's called.
Nuwa waved her hand, interrupting his boasting.
"The important thing is that you can bring this stagnant water back to life."
"You can make that stubborn old man, Yuanshi Tianzun, jump up and down in anger; you can make that good-for-nothing, Haotian, lose face; you can even Tongtian that single-minded Tongtian learn to use his brain."
"This is what I've been waiting for."
"Unknown."
"Only the unknown is interesting."
Nuwa looked at Qin Feng, a hint of fanaticism in her eyes.
"I've had enough of this daily scheming, enough of this unoriginal script."
"I want to see what will happen if you, this rotten apple, spoil the Primordial World..."
What will it turn out to be?
Qin Feng looked at her and suddenly smiled.
They laughed unrestrainedly, laughing so hard they were doubled over.
"Rat droppings?"
"Alright, Your Empress's analogy is a bit disgusting, but the point is valid."
He reached out and grabbed the hand that Nuwa had just used to command the land, holding it tightly.
This time, Nuwa neither hid nor struggled.
She let the warmth of the man envelop her cold palms.
"Since Your Empress wishes to watch a play and have some fun..."
"Then let's go for something big."
A mad light flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, an ambition purer and more savage than Nuwa's.
"However, my appearance fee is very high."
"A Wa Palace alone as a betrothal gift is probably not enough."
Nuwa raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-smile.
What do you want?
"You don't even despise the Saint's Dojo, does Alliance Leader Qin really want this heaven?"
"Sky?"
Qin Feng scoffed, pointed to the top of his head, and spoke with extreme arrogance.
"That kind of junk, whoever wants it can have it."
"What I want..."
He suddenly leaned close to Nuwa's ear, his warm breath brushing against her delicate earlobe, his voice deep and magnetic.
It's you.
"Since you don't want to be that puppet saint who just recites from the book."
"Then come with me."
"Be the vice Alliance Leader of my Immortal Alliance, be Qin Feng..."
Qin Feng paused, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, until he felt Nuwa's fingers tighten slightly, before uttering the last two words with a mischievous grin.
"Partner."
Nuwa was taken aback.
Partner?
This word is very new; it has never appeared in the Primordial World before.
But for some reason, it sounded much more pleasant to the ear than terms like " Dao Companion " or "master and disciple."
That means equality.
This implies collusion.
It means... we're going to cause trouble together.
"Partner..."
Nuwa murmured to herself, savoring the word, her smile growing ever wider.
at last.
She grasped Qin Feng's hand in return, and that terrifying aura belonging to a saint erupted once more, but this time it was no longer directed at Qin Feng. Instead, it transformed into a soaring battle intent that surged straight Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
"Good."
"Make a deal."
"However, since we're partners, I can't just take your benefits for nothing."
Nuwa gently waved her other hand.
The once empty hall was suddenly illuminated by a burst of light.
Countless streams of light converged from all directions, coalescing in mid-air to form a giant scroll.
That is Mountain and River Diagram.
It is also the most supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure in Nuwa's possession.
"Didn't you say you wanted to build a new world?"
"Didn't you say you were going to take me to see the true golden age of humanity?"
Nuwa pointed at the scroll, a playful smile curving her lips.
"There is a miniature world within this picture."
I'll give you three days.
"If you can create a 'new script' that satisfies me within these three days and within this picture..."
"This Wa Palace, along with this very body of mine..."
She paused deliberately, her eyes sparkling with allure, instantly transforming from the sage who commanded the world back into the seductive enchantress.
"It's all yours."