The sandalwood scent in the air seemed to have changed its tone; it was no longer cool and refreshing, but instead had a hint of dryness that made one's throat feel parched.
The "trump card" that Qin Feng had originally intended to use to strategize and control the world now felt surprisingly hot to the touch.
He looked at the only goddess in the Primordial World before him.
Nuwa still stood there, barefoot in the void, her pure white palace dress spotless, her eyes deeper than chaos and more vast than the starry sky. She did nothing, just quietly watched him, yet Qin Feng, a man who dared to challenge Hongjun and treat the Heavenly Court like his own backyard, felt for the first time a feeling called "miscalculation".
This feeling is awful.
It's like a seasoned hunter who has set the trap, sharpened his knife and fork, and is just about to enjoy the thrill of the hunt when he turns around and finds his prey already seated at the head of the table, knife and fork in hand, smiling and asking, "Steamed or braised?"
Qin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
He had prepared a whole host of ideas in his mind.
The grand blueprint for the Immortal Alliance, how to sideline Haotian, how to utterly defeat those two bald monks from the Western Teachings, and even how to assign Nuwa a sinecure as "honorary vice- Alliance Leader " in the future—all of this was planned out.
According to his script, at this moment he should be eloquent and persuasive, fooling Nuwa so much that she loses her bearings and finally bows down, crying and shouting that she wants to join the glorious rebellion.
But now?
All the logical chains collapsed in the face of Nuwa's words, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
All the strategies of emperors seemed so pale and powerless at this moment, even somewhat ridiculous.
This is hardly a negotiation.
This is clearly an attempt to see right through him!
" Your Empress..."
Qin Feng took a deep breath, trying to steady his Dao Heart which had been somewhat crumbling for a moment. He put on his signature nonchalant expression again and tried to steer the conversation back on track.
"The bet hasn't even started yet, and you're already so sure I'll lose? This 'Mountain and River Diagram' is indeed wonderful, but I, Qin Feng, have seen many treasures before..."
"Shh."
Nuwa extended a finger and gently touched her pale pink lips.
The movements were gentle, yet possessed an undeniable magic.
Qin Feng's voice abruptly stopped.
Nuwa took a step forward.
This step seemed to strike at the very point of Qin Feng's heartbeat. The distance between the two was instantly shortened to an extremely dangerous range, so close that Qin Feng could even count her thick, feather-like eyelashes, so close that the fragrance emanating from the Life Origin almost penetrated into every pore of his skin.
" Qin Feng, you are very smart."
Nuwa's voice was no longer ethereal and otherworldly, but became deep and even carried a hint of unprecedented hoarseness and magnetism.
"You used the word 'partner' to pique my interest, used 'new world' to stir up my ambition, and even went so far as to smash up my door to prove your audacity."
"These methods are all very Gao Ming."
"Even more Gao Ming than Di Jun and Tai Yi back then."
She raised her eyes, her gaze like two sharp swords, piercing through all of Qin Feng's pretense and reaching the depths of his soul.
"But, Qin Feng."
You forgot something.
"I am a saint, and I am also a woman."
"He is also the only lonely spectator in this world who has seen through this boring game, yet has no choice but to play along with those fools."
Nuwa spoke as she stretched out her hand.
The hand that created all things and once created billions of living beings in the void now gently rested on Qin Feng's shoulder.
No force was used.
Yet it was as heavy as Mount Tai.
"Whether you've unified Primordial World primordial world or intimidated all the saints, you've brought a vast army to my Wa Palace. What you seek is something we both know perfectly well."
"You want to use my influence; you want to drag me onto your chariot called 'Immortal Alliance' to fight against Hongjun and against the Heavenly Dao."
Qin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not refute.
Being seen through isn't scary; what's scary is that the other party doesn't seem to care about being used, but rather seems to be... enjoying it?
So, there's no need to beat around the bush.
Nuwa's fingers slowly slid down Qin Feng's shoulder, across his chest, and finally stopped at his heart, which was beating faster and faster.
She looked up.
That exquisitely beautiful face showed neither sorrow nor joy, yet with the calmest, most matter-of-fact tone, it uttered a question powerful enough to collapse the entire Primordial World and shatter the worldviews of billions of living beings:
"Those power struggles and schemes, those exchanges of interests, are too tiring and too boring."
I only have one question for you--
" Qin Feng, do you want me?"
boom--!
The moment those words were spoken, it was as if an invisible nuclear bomb had instantly detonated inside the hall.
There was no earth-shattering noise, nor any unusual phenomenon of the collapse of laws.
There was only one suffocating stillness.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Qin Feng looked at the woman in front of him.
Is she beautiful?
That's nonsense. As Nuwa, she is the definition of beauty, the source of beauty, and the embodiment of all beautiful words in the world.
But at this moment, Qin Feng saw more than just beauty.
It's more like... madness.
A kind of madness that has been suppressed for millions of years has finally found an outlet and decided to burn without regard for anything else.
What is she asking?
Does he want to recruit her?
No.
The flame in those eyes told Qin Feng that this was exactly what it meant.
It is the most primitive, straightforward, and even slightly wild courtship signal.
This is no longer a conquest.
It was not a negotiation, but an equal one, even one led by her. She was telling Qin Feng in this way: Don't play games with me. If you want my power, my support, or even me as a person, then show me what you have to offer!
If you dare to ask, I dare to give!
Gulp
Qin Feng clearly heard himself swallowing.
An unprecedented surge of heat and a desire for conquest, originating from the depths of his soul, erupted within him, instantly snapping the last thread of reason.
What saintly majesty, what Human Race Saint Mother, what cause and effect, what karma.
At this moment, all of you, get out!
Standing before him was only a woman.
A woman who is both incredibly powerful and incredibly lonely is extending an invitation to him.
If he backs down now, then Qin Feng is not worthy of being a man, much less worthy of being the leader of the Immortal Alliance. He should just go home and grow sweet potatoes!
"Think."
Qin Feng answered.
There is only one word.
It was decisive and efficient, without any hesitation or delay.
As soon as he uttered that word, his aura changed abruptly.
If he was still on the defensive just now, still shocked by Nuwa's audacity, then now, that beast called "desire" has completely broken free of its cage.
Instead of retreating, he took a sudden step forward, directly crashing into Nuwa's aura.
He reached out and unceremoniously embraced the slender waist that he had previously only dared to admire from afar.
soft.
Amazingly soft.
It's utterly unimaginable that this seemingly frail body could contain the power of a saint capable of destroying heaven and earth.
Nuwa's body stiffened slightly, seemingly not expecting Qin Feng to actually dare to make a move, and with such a rough and... domineering manner.
But she didn't hide.
Instead, she tilted her head slightly, a hint of admiration and a deeply hidden expectation flashing in her starry eyes.
"How?"
Qin Feng lowered his head, and the tips of their noses almost touched, their breaths mingling, indistinguishable from one another.
At this moment, where was there even a trace of reverence for the saint on his face?
What I saw was an aggressive aura that seemed to want to devour the person in front of me alive.
"Didn't Your Empress ask quite loudly just now?"
"Now I have my answer."
I want it.
"I not only want your power, I want your Wa Palace, but I also want..."
Qin Feng tightened his grip slightly, pulling Nuwa into his arms. He whispered in her ear, his voice like a devil's.
"I'll drag you down from your pedestal, you saint, and make you belong solely to me, Qin Feng..."
"Woman."
These words, placed in any era or place, would be enough to be struck to ashes by the eighty-one bolts of Purple Firmament Divine Thunder from the heavens.
This is blasphemy!
This is the greatest blasphemy against a saint!
But...
In the main hall of the Wa Palace, before this desecrated deity.
But not a single bolt of lightning struck.
Nuwa looked at Qin Feng, who was so close to her, feeling the warmth of the large hand around her waist, and sensing the arrogant aura emanating from this man—an aura that, though not that of a saint, dared to defy the heavens.
She smiled.
That smile was breathtaking, making everything else pale in comparison.
That was true happiness.
It's like finding a toy that's been lost for many years, or like finally finding the lead actor to act opposite you.
"What courage!"
Nuwa stretched out her arms and actually wrapped them around Qin Feng's neck, hanging on him like a beautiful snake, her breath sweet as orchids.
"Since you dare to want it..."
"Then I dare to give it to you."
"But..."
Her eyes darted around, and her fingertips lightly traced the back of Qin Feng's neck, sending a tingling electric current through him.
"You can't bring me down from my pedestal with just words."
" Alliance Leader Qin, are you ready...?"
"Have you borne the 'weight' of a saint?"