Qin Feng's Harem, Harmonious Like Never Before

Night fell completely on Golden Ao Island.

This night was destined to be recorded in the annals of Primordial World. Not because of any Great Powers enlightenment, nor because of the birth of any supreme treasure, but because of the family banquet held in the Biyou Palace that was enough to make all the men in the world jealous to the point of tearing their bodies apart.

The palace doors were tightly shut, keeping out the bitter wind and rain outside.

Inside the hall, however, spring was in full bloom, and the air was filled with the fragrance of warm jade.

The long table, usually used to discuss important matters of the Jie Interception Sect, was now laden with delicacies gathered from all over the Primordial World world. There were no outsiders, not even maids to serve tea and water; those sitting here were all the most exquisite goddesses in the world.

Qin Feng sat in the main seat, toying with a jade cup in his hand, a contented smile playing on his lips.

Looking at the scene before him, he even had a sense of unreality.

On the left, Nuwa is holding an exquisite wine pot, gracefully pouring wine for the Queen Mother of the West beside her.

These two were a Human Race Saint Mother and the Head of Female Immortals. In the original Primordial World order, although they kept to themselves, they were by no means close, and even had some secret rivalry over the struggle for fortune.

But now?

"Sister, this was brewed from Spiritual Fruit that my husband specially retrieved from the Chaos Bead."

Nuwa wore a gentle smile, and her address of "elder sister" was perfectly natural, without the slightest hint of reluctance.

"Try it. If you like it, I'll have someone send more to your West Kunlun tomorrow."

The Queen Mother of the West did not refuse, picked up the wine cup, took a sip, and her phoenix eyes brightened slightly.

"Good wine."

She put down her cup, picked up a piece of dragon liver, Qin Feng's favorite food, and put it into Nuwa's bowl.

"You're too kind, sister. Since my husband likes this flavor, we women should naturally pay more attention. I'll transplant a few of those Purple Patterned Flat Peach trees that ripen only once every nine thousand years from the Peach Garden to the Wa Palace. The peaches will make even more delicious wine."

"Thank you very much, sister."

The two smiled at each other and clinked their glasses together.

The crisp sound of the impact had no trace of gunpowder; it was clearly the sound of a loving family.

Qin Feng watched with amusement, feeling incredibly pleased.

This is the benefit that comes with strength.

When your fist is big enough to ignore all rules, and your charm is strong enough to conquer all arrogance, the so-called "harem intrigue" simply doesn't exist.

They will not only not fight, but will also go to great lengths to show their generosity and virtuousness in order to please you.

His gaze shifted.

On the other side of the main hall, the style of the painting is more artistic.

Chang'e had somehow acquired an ancient zither, and now she was gracefully raising her hands, her fingertips flowing with melodious music. The tune was not the mournful melody of the Guanghan Palace, but rather a cheerful tune imbued with the warmth of everyday life.

Yun Xiao sat to one side, holding a jade flute in her hand, gently playing along.

The duet of the qin and xiao is like a flowing stream amidst towering mountains, or the harmonious singing of phoenixes and luan birds.

The two maids, Bixiao and Qiong Xiao, were no longer crazy. They obediently lay on the table, their hands supporting their chins, listening with complete absorption.

"Sister, what was the point of all that hard training we did on the island?"

Bixiao suddenly muttered something, grabbed a Spiritual Fruit and popped it into her mouth, "Staring at those few tattered scriptures all day, my brain's practically numb. Unlike now, I have wine to drink, dances to watch, and such a loving husband."

Qiong Xiao rolled her eyes at her and reached out to wipe the fruit stains from the corner of her mouth.

"Back then, we were like frogs in a well, with no view of the sky. Now, after being with my husband, I finally understand life."

"That's it!"

Bixiao chuckled, her gaze drifting towards Long Ji, who was chatting with Shi Ji not far away.

The scene there was completely different.

Long Ji, a former princess of the Heavenly Court, was also a wealthy woman who had seen the world. At this moment, she opened her storage bag and pulled out all kinds of glittering jewelry and magical treasures as if she were buying cabbages wholesale.

"Sister Shi Ji, your Daoist robe is Taisu."

Long Ji took a dazzling Nine Heavens Phoenix hairpin and, without saying a word, inserted it into Shi Ji's hair. After examining it for a moment, he nodded in satisfaction.

"That's more like it. We're our husbands' women, and when we go out, we represent their image. Don't always wear those drab, gray clothes; it makes you look shabby."

Shi Ji was somewhat at a loss.

She was originally just a stubborn rock on Skeleton Mountain. Although she became an immortal, she still retained a simple (poor) nature in her bones. Faced with a young lady like Long Ji who exuded "nobility" from head to toe, she instinctively felt somewhat inferior.

"This... this is far too valuable."

Shi Ji touched the hairpin in her hair, feeling her head grow heavier. "I... I usually have to help my husband manage the cave dwelling, so wearing this is inconvenient."

"Is there anything inconvenient?"

Long Ji held her hand, speaking to her in a tone as intimate as if they were best friends who had known each other for a thousand years.

"We can leave the menial tasks like managing the cave dwelling to that old bastard, Taiyi Zhenren. Our job is simply to dress ourselves up beautifully so our husbands will find us pleasing to the eye."

As she spoke, she pulled out a celestial robe radiating countless rays of light and shoved it into Shi Ji's arms.

"Here you go! I learned tailoring skills because I noticed my husband didn't have any clothes to change into. This one is a bit big, I'll alter it for you later."

Shi Ji, clutching the immortal robe that even Daluo Golden Immortal would envy, nodded heavily, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Long Ji!"

"No need to thank me. If you want to learn makeup in the future, feel free to come find me anytime."

Watching this unfold, Houtu, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, smiled with a motherly warmth.

She is Mother Earth, and her character is one of the most tolerant and generous.

Seeing these sisters, who were once high and mighty or had faced many hardships, now letting go of all their guard and barriers and sincerely accepting each other, she felt a warm glow in her heart.

This is home.

There was no scheming, no fighting, only pure joy.

What are you thinking about?

Qin Feng walked over unnoticed, holding a cup of wine, and gently touched the cup in front of Houtu.

Houtu snapped out of her daze, looked at the handsome face so close to hers, and blushed slightly.

"I'm thinking... it all feels like a dream."

She said softly, her gaze sweeping across the hall, "If it were before, I would never have imagined that Yun Xiao of the Jie Sect, Long Ji of the Heavenly Court Interception Sect, Xi He of the Demon Clan, and I, the Ancestral Witch of the Wu Clan, could actually sit at the same table drinking and chatting."

"That's what you call personal charisma."

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow smugly, then casually sat down on the armrest next to Houtu, putting one arm around her shoulder with perfect ease.

"Nothing is impossible if I set my mind to it."

"From now on, Biyou Palace will be your home. You just need to focus on being beautiful; leave all the fighting, scheming, and other petty matters to me."

Houtu obediently leaned against his waist, feeling the heat emanating from his firm muscles, and softly hummed in agreement.

This one sound speaks louder than a thousand words.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

The wind outside seemed to have stopped, and even the Great Sage responsible for washing dishes were now silent, probably exhausted and asleep in some corner.

Qin Feng put down his wine glass, looking at the garden full of spring colors, and was in a great mood.

"Slap! Slap!"

He clapped his hands.

The once noisy hall fell silent instantly.

All eyes, filled with a mix of bewilderment, anticipation, and shyness, converged on him.

Qin Feng stood up, his tall figure appearing exceptionally imposing in the candlelight.

He didn't speak, but simply opened his arms, making an extremely domineering gesture—

He pulled Houtu and Nuwa, who were closest to him, into his arms, then looked intently at the others.

"It's late, my beloved concubines."

Qin Feng's voice was deep and hoarse, possessing a magnetic quality that could ignite the blood.

"To celebrate the official establishment of our ' Goddess Immortal Alliance,' and to celebrate the first reunion of our big family..."

A wicked smile crept across his lips, and he gestured with his eyes toward the back of the main hall.

There, there was a side hall that he had just created directly from the chaos using his great supernatural powers.

Its name is: Myriad Fragrance Divine Hall.

No need to ask, just by hearing the name, you know what it's for.

"It's time for bed."

The moment those four words were uttered, the air inside the hall seemed to rise several degrees.

Although everyone here is a goddess who has lived for countless years and has seen all kinds of Great Wind, they still blushed deeply when faced with such a direct invitation.

"Husband... there are... so many people..."

Even a mature and powerful woman like the Queen Mother of the West was stuttering a bit at this moment, her eyes darting around uncertainly.

"Is it a lot?"

Qin Feng laughed loudly, his laughter revealing an arrogant sense of self-importance.

"That Myriad Fragrance Divine Hall was built to the specifications of a whole Heavenly Court. Even if there were hundreds more of you, it would still be spacious enough!"

Without giving the women a chance to react, he strode forward, embracing the two beauties in his arms, and headed towards the back hall.

"Keep up! Anyone who falls behind will be punished tomorrow morning!"

Looking at that domineering back view.

The goddesses looked at each other in bewilderment.

Bixiao was the first to jump up, abandoning all pretense of modesty, and grabbed her two older sisters beside her as they rushed forward.

"Sister! Hurry! I want to see what this 'family law' is all about!"

Yun Xiao: "..."

Qiong Xiao: "..."

Immediately afterwards, Chang'e, carrying the Jade Rabbit (who was forcibly thrown onto the table), Long Ji, pulling Shi Ji, and Queen Mother of the West, straightening her clothes, walked with remarkable speed despite her face being flushed red.

A moment later.

The once bustling hall was now empty, leaving only a table of leftovers.

The palace gates, named "Myriad Fragrance Divine Hall," slammed shut after the women filed in.

A thick layer of chaotic barrier rose up, blocking out all sound and all prying eyes.

A cold wind was blowing outside the palace.

Beside the ruins of South Heaven Gate.

Grand Supreme Elder Lao wiped the last plate in his hand, straightened his aching back, and looked at the brightly lit temple that exuded an ambiguous atmosphere. Two lines of clear tears flowed down his aged cheeks.

"When will this ever end...?"

Beside him, Yuanshi Tianzun held a bundle of freshly chopped firewood, his gaze vacant, muttering to himself.

"Senior brother, I want to go back to Kunlun Mountain... I want to go into seclusion... I don't want to ever come out again..."

Zhunti Daoren took a big bite of the dry steamed bun in his hand, his eyes filled with envy, jealousy and hatred, and finally let out a long sigh.

"Amitabha."

"This Qin Feng... is truly a role model for us... no, he is truly our greatest enemy!"

Within that barrier, the gentle embrace that belonged to Qin Feng and his goddesses was only just beginning.