On Mount Sumeru, the atmosphere was frozen solid.
The two saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, held their magical treasures, which hummed and surged with holy power, like two fully drawn bows, ready to unleash the cloud-piercing arrow known as " The Saint's Wrath."
Who's on the other side?
It was Nuwa, who had just escaped her predicament and whose power was unfathomable.
It was the mysterious Qin Feng who could disregard the mountain-protecting formation and treat saints like dirt.
This is a life-or-death moment, a crucial juncture for the preservation of the Western Teachings's millennia-old foundation.
However.
Qin Feng, the intruder, didn't even glance at the two bald men who were on high alert.
He withdrew his gaze from the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, as if it were something already tucked into his pocket, and turned to look at Nuwa beside him, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he had remembered something of great importance.
"Etc."
Qin Feng raised his hand, signaling Nuwa, who was about to take action, to stop.
"What's wrong?"
Nuwa was taken aback. The Law of Destruction surging around her paused slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in her beautiful, Killing Intent eyes that had just been about to overturn Mount Sumeru.
"This place has good feng shui, and with two spectators, it's perfect for finishing what we were doing earlier."
Qin Feng said in a serious tone, his gaze intense and carrying an undeniable aggressiveness.
Nuwa felt a little uneasy under his gaze and subconsciously took a half step back. The "crazy woman" aura she had just established instantly crumbled, and she reverted to the easily embarrassed little woman she used to be.
"What... what is it?"
"The covenant."
Qin Feng took a step forward, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Didn't we just discuss this in the palace? Joining our Immortal Alliance doesn't require a blood oath or a heaven-worshiping ceremony, but it does require a special ritual to prove we're family."
"Now, right here, fix it."
Nuwa's cheeks flushed red instantly.
She sensed the blatant flirting in Qin Feng's words, and even more so, she felt the astonished gazes of Jieyin and Zhunti opposite her, gazes that could burn a person through.
Here?
In front of two saints?
That scoundrel, he's a complete madman!
"Glib-tongued."
Nuwa spat lightly, a blush rising on her beautiful face, her saintly beauty tinged with a captivating charm. She tried to push Qin Feng away, but found herself limp and powerless.
"This isn't just smooth talk."
Qin Feng laughed loudly, stretched out his long arm, and directly embraced Nuwa's slender waist, pulling her into his arms.
"According to the rules of our Immortal Alliance, all sisters who join must sign a ' Never Betray ' covenant to ensure that we will always be family. This requires a ceremony, with a unique 'seal' stamped on it, to officially take effect."
"Only after it's stamped will you truly be considered Qin Feng... private property."
Private property.
These four words are extremely domineering and arrogant.
In the past, anyone who dared to say such things to a sage would have been blasted to dust long ago.
But at this moment.
Nuwa's heart began to pound uncontrollably; the feeling of having her domineering sovereignty asserted gave her an unprecedented sense of security.
She was somewhat confused by this twisted logic, yet also curious, and subconsciously asked:
"What seal?"
Qin Feng's wicked smile deepened.
He didn't answer, but slowly lowered his head.
The distance between the two is decreasing.
One inch.
Two inches.
Until their noses almost touched, their breaths mingled, and an ambiguous atmosphere spread wildly across this tense battlefield.
"Use my lips to cover yours."
Qin Feng's voice was magnetic, deep and husky, possessing an irresistible charm.
"This seal is unique and indelible."
Before he could finish speaking...
He kissed her.
boom--!
It wasn't the roar of a magical artifact.
It was the sound of the entire Mount Sumeru's worldview collapsing.
That moment.
The wind has stopped.
The clouds have stopped.
Even the fish floating belly-up in the Eight Treasures Merit Pool forgot to twitch.
opposite.
The mouths of Jieyin and Zhunti were agape, wide enough to Jieyin a fist, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and the Jieyin's Banner fell to the ground with a clatter.
What did they see?
Nuwa!
That's Nuwa!
That aloof, holy, otherworldly, Human Race Saint Mother who even finds men dirty!
At this moment, she was actually being held in a man's arms and kissed right in front of the two Western Teachings?!
And judging from that...
Still no resistance?!
"This is insane... this world has gone mad..."
Zhunti held the bald head, feeling as if his brains were boiling.
"Just who is Qin Feng? Is he the illegitimate son of the Great Dao? Or the ancestor of the Chaos Demon God? How could he make Nuwa... so obedient?"
An emotion called "fear" began to frantically grow in their hearts.
It wasn't because of Qin Feng's strength.
It's not because of this utterly unreasonable and rule-ignoring madness.
What wouldn't a madman who dared to forcibly kiss a saint on the battlefield do?
a long time.
Lips parting.
Qin Feng licked his lips, still savoring the moment, and looked at Nuwa in his arms, who was already limp as a rag Nuwa, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes glazed over as if about to drip water. He nodded in satisfaction.
"Okay, the stamp is on."
"It tastes good, it's sweet."
Nuwa's mind went blank; she felt all the blood rush to her face. She buried her head deep in Qin Feng's chest, not daring to look up at the expressions of the two old bald men opposite her.
How embarrassing!
This is truly a disgrace to our nation, a disgrace spanning billions of years!
But strangely enough...
I felt no regret whatsoever; instead, I felt a sense of exhilaration after breaking a taboo.
"Alright, stop reminiscing."
Qin Feng patted Nuwa on the back, then turned around. The gentleness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a ferocity even more ruthless than that of a bandit.
He looked at Jieyin and Zhunti, who were still questioning their existence, and reached out his hand, beckoning them with his finger.
"That was a family matter; let's talk business now."
"Now that the ceremony is over, I'd like to give the Vice Alliance Leader a small gift."
Qin Feng pointed to the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree on the ground, then to the pond full of golden lotuses, and finally to Zhunti's radiant Kesa.
"I'll take all of this junk."
"Are you two packing up your belongings yourselves, or should I help you with the demolition?"
Zhunti trembled, finally recovering from the shock he had just experienced.
Upon hearing the words "I want them all," his miserly nature, which valued money above all else, instantly erupted, overpowering his fear.
" Qin Feng! You've gone too far!"
"This Mount Sumeru is the place where we two attained enlightenment; how dare you be so insolent!"
"You still want to steal my magic weapon? You'll have to step over my dead body!"
Zhunti roared and with a wave of his hand, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree on the ground flew back into his hand.
Although he couldn't see through Qin Feng's true strength, this was, after all, the Western stronghold, blessed by the Heavenly Dao's fortune. He didn't believe Qin Feng would really dare to wreak havoc here.
"Oh?"
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, not angry at all, but amused.
"A corpse?"
"You said it yourself."
"I only intended to rob you of your money, but since you're so enthusiastic about recommending robbing you of your virtue... oops, I mean, robbing you of your life."
Qin Feng turned to look at Nuwa in his arms, his tone as casual as if he were asking what they would have for dinner.
" Your Empress, did you hear that?"
"They have requirements."
"Tell me, should we try to influence him with the scientific principles we just learned, or should we try to guide him through the chaos theory?"
Nuwa finally recovered.
She straightened up from Qin Feng. Although the blush on her face hadn't faded, her eyes had turned icy cold again.
Especially when looking at Zhunti.
That look in his eyes was like he was looking at a stupid bug.
That kiss just now completely ignited her passion.
It not only ignited her shyness, but also her long-suppressed rebelliousness.
"Since he wants to die."
Nuwa extended her bright red tongue and gently licked her lips, which were slightly swollen from Qin Feng's kisses. Her voice was hoarse, yet it carried a chillingly eerie quality.
"Then let him have his way."
"Perfect timing, I'd like to try this fist without the shackles of Heaven's Dao..."
"Does it hurt when you hit a saint in the face?"