The Women Saw Nuwa and Were Completely Won Over

The main hall of the Biyou Palace.

The lively atmosphere that had been buzzing about having a barbecue party seemed to have been suddenly put on pause.

The air was as thick as solidified glue.

Qin Feng casually sat down in the main seat, grabbed a Spiritual Fruit from the table, and took a bite. The crisp sound echoed in the empty hall, sounding particularly jarring.

Beside him, Nuwa stood quietly.

Even though she had tried her best to suppress her Saintly Might, deliberately wore a soft-colored casual dress, and even had a harmless smile on her face.

But she is, after all, Nuwa.

It is the supreme being who Mending the Heavens, created humanity, and attained sainthood for billions of years.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

The Queen Mother of the West sat at the head of the left side, her fingers already imprinted on the Glazed Goblet in her hand. As the former Head of Female Immortals, she had to maintain her dignity and not lose face as the "First Wife" in front of her new sisters.

But her calves were cramping.

The oppression emanating from a higher level of being made her instinctively want to stand up, to bow, to kneel in worship.

"Cough."

Yun Xiao stood beside the Queen Mother of the West, quietly tugging at her sleeve; his palms were covered in cold sweat.

The San Xiao Sisters, usually fearless and even daring to challenge the Yuanshi Tianzun with the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, were like truant elementary school Nuwa meeting their headmaster, shrinking back and not daring to breathe loudly.

Shi Ji was even more decisive, hiding behind a pillar with only her eyes showing, trembling.

This is a saint!

The people I usually only see in temples, the ones I burn incense and kowtow to, are now standing alive right in front of me. And I'm supposed to be their sister?

This feels so surreal.

It's like a group of newly debuted internet celebrities suddenly discovering that an international superstar has parachuted in as a member of their girl group.

"How?"

Qin Feng swallowed the fruit in his mouth, glanced at the women, and raised an eyebrow knowingly.

"Wasn't it quite lively just now? Keep the music playing, keep dancing!"

The women's lips twitched.

dance?

Who dares to dance before a sage? That's asking for trouble.

Nuwa was incredibly wise.

She immediately saw through the subtle awkwardness. She turned to look at Qin Feng and found that this wicked man had a look of amusement on his face, clearly wanting to see how she would handle this "harem relationship."

OK.

Now that we're on this pirate ship, we have to show some sincerity.

Nuwa took a deep breath and gently freed herself from Qin Feng's hand.

She stepped forward.

This move startled Queen Mother of the West and Yun Xiao so much that they almost jumped out of their chairs.

"Don't move."

Nuwa spoke softly, her voice as gentle as a pool of spring water.

She walked up to the Queen Mother of the West and, amidst the horrified gazes of everyone, gracefully bowed.

This bow was performed without the use of any Magic Power.

It was purely a courtesy between peers.

Even... it carried a hint of humility, like a junior meeting an elder.

"Elder sister."

Nuwa raised her head, and a sincere smile bloomed on her stunningly beautiful face that could eclipse the heavens and earth.

"Nuwa new here and doesn't understand the rules of the Immortal Alliance. As time goes by, I hope my elder sister will take good care of me and not find my clumsy hands and feet annoying."

Boom!

The last thread in the Queen Mother of the West's mind snapped.

elder sister?

Does the Empress Nuwa call me sister?

In the past, this single "sister" would have been enough to shorten her lifespan by ten eons, or even cause her to suffer a karmic backlash that led to her going into a demonic state.

But now, she only felt warm all over, as comfortable as if she had eaten Ginseng Fruit.

"This... this..."

The Queen Mother of the West hurriedly stood up, wanting to help Nuwa, but dared not touch Nuwa hand.

"Your Empress... no, sister... this..."

She was rambling incoherently, her tongue seemingly tied in a knot.

"Just call me 'little sister'."

Nuwa took the initiative to hold the Queen Mother of the West's hand; the touch was warm and delicate, without a trace of coldness or aloofness.

"In this Biyou Palace, there is no saint Nuwa, only Qin Feng's wife."

Nuwa turned around and looked at Yun Xiao, Bixiao, Qiong Xiao, and Shi Ji hiding behind the pillar.

"The same goes for all my sisters."

"Since we're all family, let's call each other sisters from now on. If anyone continues to treat me like a saint, then they don't consider me one of their own."

These words were spoken flawlessly.

This both gave the Queen Mother of the West face and brought him closer to others.

Most importantly, she humbled herself completely.

Yun Xiao was stunned.

Looking at the woman who was holding the Queen Mother of the West's hand and smiling gently, the slight sense of estrangement and fear in her heart instantly vanished.

Is this the demeanor of a sage?

No.

This is to save face for Qin Feng.

Yun Xiao subconsciously looked at the man in the main seat.

Qin Feng continued munching on Spiritual Fruit, looking nonchalant. But in the eyes of the women at that moment, his image instantly rose to an immense level.

It is astonishing that a saint, who looks down upon all living beings and regards all things as mere straw dogs, would willingly shed his halo and even actively integrate into this small circle in order to please him.

How much charm must it possess?

How ruthless must that be?

"Since... since my sister has said so..."

The Queen Mother of the West, having seen much of the world, took a few deep breaths and finally regained her senses.

She grasped Nuwa's hand in return, a genuine smile spreading across her face.

"Then I won't be coy anymore."

"Come, come, sit down."

"Bixiao, bring out your treasured immortal wine! Today we sisters are gathered together, we must drink to our hearts' content!"

The atmosphere instantly became lively.

The invisible layer of ice melted away completely with that one "sister".

Bixiao cheered and pulled out a bunch of bottles and jars from her storage bag.

"Sister-in-law! This is Ten Thousand Year Dragon Saliva Wine that I smuggled from the Dragon Palace!"

"Sister-in-law! Try this. It's fruit from that old tree in the Peach Garden. I stole it!"

The calls of "Sister-in-law" echoed throughout the room.

Nuwa blushed slightly, but she accepted all comers without hesitation, and even joked with Bixiao. She showed no trace of the airs of a saint.

Outside the main hall.

The two old men, Yuanshi Tianzun and Grand Supreme Elder Lao, who were in charge of guarding the gate, frowned as they listened to the laughter and chatter coming from inside.

"Senior brother..."

Yuanshi Tianzun rubbed his slightly sore knees, his expression complex.

"Have we... built a false path?"

"Look at Junior Sister Nuwa, she's not cultivating Daoism, she's clearly cultivating... cultivating the human touch."

Grand Supreme Elder Lao sighed, tucked his Fly Whisk into his waistband, took out a rag, and began to carefully wipe the gate of the Wa Palace.

"Don't think about it."

Times have changed.

"Before, it was about connections and powerful weapons. Now?"

Grand Supreme Elder Lao gestured with his lips.

"Now it's a race to see who can call that kid 'Big Brother' first."

"Look at those three watchdogs."

The two turned to look.

The three Ancient Overlord, Ancestral Dragon, Yuanfeng, Initial Kirin, were lying on the steps of the Biyou Palace, exchanging intense glances as they fought over a piece of meat bone that Qin Feng had casually tossed to them.

Utterly devoid of dignity.

Yet... it is full of vitality.

Inside the main hall.

Qin Feng looked at the women who had completely bonded with each other and nodded in satisfaction.

This is the Primordial World he wanted.

There aren't so many calculations, and there aren't so many rules.

Laugh when you want to laugh, make a fuss when you want to make a fuss.

"Alright."

Qin Feng clapped his hands, interrupting the women's chatter.

"Now that we all know each other, let's get down to business."

Serious business?

The women fell silent instantly, each sitting up straight.

Are they discussing how to govern the Primordial World? Or are they reorganizing the power structure of the Three Realms?

Nuwa sat up straight, her expression becoming serious.

Qin Feng's lips curled into a wicked smile.

He waved his hand, and a large pile of pre-skewered ingredients appeared out of thin air, forming a small mountain.

"The important thing is..."

"Who will start the fire?"

"If you overcook this Dragon Liver Phoenix Marrow, you'll ruin such a good thing."

The women were taken aback.

A burst of laughter immediately followed.

"Holy crap!"

Bixiao was the first to jump up, her Golden Flood Dragon Scissors transforming into two golden dragons, which she unleashed a breath of dragon fire at the pile of charcoal.

Boom!

A campfire is lit.

It reflected the smiles on everyone's faces.

That night, Biyou Palace was brightly lit.

That night, there were no saints in the Primordial World, only a man named Qin Feng and his happy family.