The Goddesses Cheered, Overwhelmed with Gratitude

Biyou Palace, the lights were on full display.

This night was destined to be the most Primordial World and lively night since the beginning of time.

In the center of the main hall, the Eight Trigrams Furnace, which had once refined the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir and was revered as Divine Artifact by countless cultivators, was now spitting out sparks. However, what was being refined in the furnace was not an elixir, but rather sizzling, oily Dragon Liver Phoenix Marrow, along with several large, fat sheep caught from the North Sea.

Grand Supreme Elder Lao, covered in soot, squatted beside the stove, holding a tattered palm-leaf fan and huffing and puffing as he fanned himself.

"I'm furious! Old man, do you even know how to do housework?"

Bixiao, clutching a handful of cumin, yelled at Grand Supreme Elder Lao without any politeness, "This is for my husband! If it burns, even plucking out your beard won't be enough to compensate!"

Grand Supreme Elder Lao's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the fan into the stove. He was in great distress, but could only force out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Your Empress, rest assured, this old Daoist priest will control the fire immediately... I'll control the fire immediately."

Beside him, Yuanshi Tianzun was waving the Pangu Banner (a smaller version), chopping the priceless, Ten Thousand Year Agarwood into neat firewood. The two Western saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, with their sleeves rolled up and carrying plates, moved through the crowd like two waiters.

If this scene were to spread, the eyes of every cultivator in the entire Primordial World would probably pop out of their sockets.

But in Qin Feng's eyes, this is called "making the best use of resources".

He leaned lazily on the throne, his left arm around Nuwa, with Nuwa, who had just returned Houtu, sitting to his right, and grapes peeled by Long Ji in front of him. It was the pinnacle of his life.

"My husband, please."

Chang'e changed out of her plain clothes and put on a rainbow-colored gown woven from Cloud Mist. Barefoot, she danced gracefully in the center of the hall.

This is not the kind of rigid dance performed for the Jade Emperor, but a lively performance meant only for those who appreciate it. Every turn, every glance, is filled with boundless affection. The coldness of the Guanghan Palace is long gone, replaced by a gentle charm that can melt even steel.

Qin Feng watched with great interest and couldn't help but whistle.

"Good!"

That cheer was like flipping a switch.

The goddesses, who were initially a bit reserved, completely let loose.

Shi Ji, her face flushed, staggered over to Qin Feng, holding a wine cup.

"Young master... no, husband!"

She mustered her courage and downed the wine in her glass in one gulp, her eyes slightly red. "If it weren't for you, Shi Ji might already be a stubborn rock trampled underfoot. You gave me this life, and from now on... you can do whatever you want with me!"

Qin Feng laughed and reached out to flick her nose.

"Silly girl, what are you saying? You're my woman. Anyone who dares to step on you, I'll chop off their feet."

"Mmm!" Shi Ji nodded emphatically, then nestled on Qin Feng's lap like a kitten.

Immediately afterwards, Yun Xiao and Qiong Xiao also came up.

These two usually dignified and composed fairies now had their beautiful eyes sparkling and their gazes as gentle as water.

"My lord, the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation is broken, and so are our inner demons." Yun Xiao's voice was gentle, like a spring breeze. "This cup of wine is to honor your life-saving grace."

"And I must also pay tribute to your... domineering nature." Qiong Xiao covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes filled with admiration.

Qin Feng welcomed all who came, emptying his cup in one gulp.

Even the usually aloof Queen Mother of the West was caught up in the atmosphere, pulling Long Ji aside to play a drinking game. The loser had to come over and kiss Qin Feng, making Long Ji's pretty face turn as red as a ripe Flat Peach, and she didn't dare to look up at all.

Inside the main hall, laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air, accompanied by a fragrant breeze.

Every goddess expresses her gratitude and love in her own way.

They were once schemed against by the heavens and bound by fate. Some were destined to be Investiture of the Gods on the Investiture of the Gods, some were destined to live as widows, some were destined to be tools for marriage alliances, and some were destined to reincarnate and never see the light of day again.

It was this man before them who, with his bare fists, smashed this damned Heavenly Dao to pieces, pulled them out of the mire one by one, protected them behind his back, and gave them dignity and freedom.

Looking at those smiling faces, Qin Feng felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

To hell with the Great Dao Saints.

To Primordial World with the Primordial Ruler.

Compared to those illusory powers, what we see before us is the most real.

"Power is nothing but a fart if you don't use it to protect the people you care about."

Qin Feng murmured something to himself and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"What is my husband saying?" Houtu turned her head, her beautiful eyes, which held the weight of the earth, reflecting Qin Feng's profile.

I said...

Qin Feng put down his wine glass and suddenly stood up.

The noise inside the hall stopped instantly.

Everyone's eyes, including Grand Supreme Elder Lao who was grilling meat and Yuanshi Tianzun who was chopping wood, were all turned to him.

Qin Feng looked around, his gaze sweeping over the faces of every woman.

Shi Ji's attachment, the Three Immortal Maidens' reverence, Nuwa's tenderness, Houtu's peace, Chang'e's admiration, Long Ji's shyness, and the Queen Mother of the West's obedience...

"I said, this kind of life is just beginning."

Qin Feng opened his arms wide, as if embracing the whole world.

"In the past, you each had your own hardships and difficulties. But from this day forward, as long as this Primordial World exists, as long as I, Qin Feng, stand here, you can laugh like this forever!"

"If Heaven dares to make you weep, I will destroy Heaven!"

"If the Dao dares to cause you sorrow, I will shatter the Dao!"

Boom!

These words were spoken without the use of any supernatural powers or the imposing force they conveyed.

But each word was like a branding iron, searing into the hearts of every woman present.

"My husband!"

Bixiao was the first to break down, bursting into tears and rushing into Qin Feng.

It was like a chain reaction.

The women could no longer contain their emotions and gathered around.

At that moment, the main hall of the Biyou Palace transformed into a gentle ocean.

There are no gods Great Powers, no Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

At this moment, they were just little women who had found a safe haven, wanting nothing more than to cry and laugh heartily in the arms of the man who sheltered them from the storm.

Outside the hall.

The Great Sage stopped what they were doing when they saw this.

The Jieyin Daoren sighed and put down the plate he was holding.

"Senior brother, I suddenly feel... that the path we used to cultivate seems to have really gone astray."

"Yes," Zhunti smiled bitterly, "We cultivate to sever all emotions and love, while they cultivate to do as they please. We scheme and plot for the sake of face, and end up as laborers. They, on the other hand, tear the sky apart for women, and end up as masters."

"That's fate."

Grand Supreme Elder Lao handed a skewer of roasted lamb kidneys to the Tongtian Jiaozhu (in a laborer's version) standing next to him.

"Junior Brother Tongtian, you have excellent foresight, handing over the Interception Sect to this kid so early. Look at your disciples, how happy they are!"

Tongtian took the lamb kidney, took a bite, his mouth was full of oil, but his face was beaming with joy.

"Absolutely."

"Don't they even know who chose this son-in-law?"

The night at the Biyou Palace is very long.

No one slept that night.

As the celebration drew to a close, Qin Feng looked at the group of stunningly beautiful women around him, who were already slightly tipsy and had dreamy eyes, and a wicked smile crept onto his lips.

"The wine is finished, and the dance is over."

He bent down and picked up Bixiao, who was the most drunk, while his gaze swept over the others with an aggressive look.

"Shouldn't we get down to business and discuss our ' Goddess Immortal Alliance's' population growth plan?"

The women blushed, but none of them took a step back.

Nuwa gently waved her hand, and the doors of the main hall slammed shut, completely shutting out the spring light that filled the room, as well as the envious, jealous, and hateful gazes of the four sages outside.

A new era quietly dawned amidst the enchanting beauty and warmth of this hall.