My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 1

In the sky, birds, flying fish, and other fantastical creatures swam in place of clouds.

Unlike the clouds, these creatures—whether feathered, furred, or scaled—were draped in every imaginable color, their vibrant hues moving slowly along predetermined paths. Upon reaching their destinations, they ascended gradually, merging into the pristine yet unchanging azure of the sky.

03 stared at a resplendent golden bird until it reached its endpoint, ascended, and vanished completely. Only then did 03 look away and fly through the Mission Gate.

Clocking in for work.

A torrent of data swirled amidst the starry expanse, tiny data clusters shimmering like luminous dust in the cosmos. Each star seemed a world unto itself, performing its destined narrative along its timeline.

A golden panel materialized before 03.

[Task filtering…]

[Task selected successfully.]

The river of data receded like a tide. A star flew toward 03, transforming into a massive tome. An invisible hand casually flipped a page, revealing it to 03. The floating System circled once before cascading into the book like raindrops into a river.

[World synchronization complete.]

[Data input complete.]

[Good luck with your mission!]

The moment the golden frame vanished, 03 skillfully opened its eyes and politely greeted, “Respected Host, you—”

Good.

03 froze in the empty hall.

No one.

It floated in the magnificent palace hall, the palace resplendent in gold and jade. White jade formed the stones, red jade the tiles, pearls the curtains, and gold adorned the windows. The brilliance was not superficial wealth, but a grace and nobility passed down through generations.

But to the system, whether golden or drab made no difference. The key question was… where was the host? Why was it floating in such a place?

03 spun in mid-air, perplexed, and opened the mission. The panel that popped up displayed the bound host’s information.

[Mission: Change the Host’s Original Fate (In Progress)]

[Host Information]

[Name: Feng Jue]

[Gender: Female]

[Character Description: The female lead in Sword Pointing to the Heavens. After the male lead was injured and crippled, she voluntarily broke off the engagement. Later, after the male lead’s miraculous rebirth, she became entangled with him again as a supporting character.]

[Personality: Arrogant, aloof, and tyrannical.]

“Feng Jue,” 03 intoned, its mechanical voice devoid of inflection, a question mark appearing above its head.

Only text descriptions, no images?

03 retracted its panel and hovered above the hall. In the past, upon arriving in a mission world, it would activate its interactive mode within the Host’s body. But now, not only was there no Host, there wasn’t even a single trace of humanity in the hall.

It calmly sent an error report to the Main System. Just as it was considering whether to search for the Host, the tightly shut palace gates suddenly swung open from the outside.

A gust of wind swept down the mountain, scouring every corner of the hall like a whirlwind, carrying the fresh scent of mountains, fields, and sky as it washed over 03’s form.

The silver data mass, immersed in the wind, shimmered like a tiny star in dimensions imperceptible to human eyes. A faint golden hue emerged from its depths, shimmering like floating gold, before vanishing in the next instant.

Looking out, 03 saw a scene of shimmering opulence unfold against the backdrop of verdant mountains and white clouds. Palace maids, their beauty enhanced by makeup both light and bold, flowed into the hall like silk, lining up in two rows beside the high seat and bowing in silent anticipation.

“Feng Jue?” 03 called the Host’s name again, scanning the faces of the dozens of women in the hall. After a moment, it lowered its head.

Ah, my eyes are deceiving me.

As 03 searched for the Host among the palace maids who seemed like carbon copies of each other, another group of people entered the hall. Leading them was a dejected middle-aged man who had been sighing incessantly since entering. The people behind him wore varied expressions: some looked equally troubled, others indifferent, and a few wore mocking smiles, clearly anticipating a good show.

03’s gaze settled on the man in the center. He was tall and handsome, standing out among the crowd like a crane among chickens. However, his pallid complexion and frail appearance suggested he had recently recovered from a serious illness. Since entering, he had kept his head bowed and remained silent.

The middle-aged man asked where the Palace Mistress was, inquiring if the annulment could still be negotiated.

Eh?!

03 instantly realized what was happening.

The man in the center is the Male Protagonist?

A light bulb lit up above its head. Its work spirit flared to life in that instant, swiftly creating a new character profile. It scanned the Male Lead’s image into the file and marked him as a key figure in the mission.

The palace attendants standing with hands clasped before them remained silent, like mute mannequins. Their indifferent demeanor visibly infuriated the group. A man who had entered the hall earlier, his scorn unmasked, shouted angrily, “I had no idea Lanyang Palace was so arrogant from top to bottom! Now that I see it for myself, even the servants act so haughty! Preposterous!”

The man trailing half a step behind him quickly agreed, “Exactly! Now that the engagement is broken, they treat our Lianshan Sect with such disdain. Will they soon discard decades of friendship between our sects?”
“Heh, aren’t they already treating us with disdain?” the first man sneered. “I heard the Palace Mistress of Lanyang Palace recently broke through to the Golden Core stage—no less than the Great Perfection Golden Core. To achieve such cultivation at just twenty-five years old… she’s undoubtedly the foremost among the younger generation. Naturally, she’d look down on mere pawns like us. But as for others…”

He deliberately glanced at the Male Lead standing in the center, his tone dripping with mockery, “It’s one thing when everyone fawned over you as the ‘darling of the heavens.’ But now that your spiritual roots are ruined, your cultivation lost, reduced to nothing more than a worthless husk… and you still dare to dream of marriage? Shouldn’t you take stock of your own worth?”

“How dare you speak to the Young Master with such disrespect!” the woman behind the Male Lead exclaimed angrily.

The man who had spoken mockingly immediately turned to the woman, raising his voice. “What, am I wrong? Before the Eldest Young Master was crippled, they were somewhat a match. But now… it’d be better for the Palace Mistress to find someone with real talent within the sect to marry!”

His eyes darted around before he added, “As for the Young Master himself, now that he’s just an ordinary mortal, he’ll probably end up with some village woman, spending the rest of his days in obscurity. I’d advise you not to waste any more effort on him!”

“You’ve gone too far!” The woman’s face flushed crimson with anger as she anxiously glanced at the Male Lead.

Whether it was the deliberate mockery or the woman’s protective concern, the Male Lead remained silent, standing quietly. This only fueled the frustration of his detractors, making them feel like they were punching cotton, their humiliation turning to rage.

Just as they were about to say more, the middle-aged man leading them heaved a heavy sigh and warned, “Enough! Have you forgotten where we are? Don’t spout such nonsense here!”

“Hmph!” The man who had first mocked the Male Lead sneered, his anger once again transforming into derision. His lips curled into a cold smirk as he hissed under his breath, “Trash. We’ll see how you strut around in the future!”

“Cough cough.” The chronically ill Male Protagonist lowered his head and coughed lightly, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrent of tension around him.

The palace attendants in the hall remained indifferent to the clamoring crowd, not deigning to spare them even a glance.

While listening to their “argument,” 03 systematically logged the appearances of everyone in the hall into its database, categorizing the attendants by sect. This task was child’s play for it. After finishing, it idly reorganized the backpack it had packed before leaving.

Inside were popsicles gifted by its newly acquainted friend, Friend Tong. It had heard they were bought with points earned by running errands for colleagues. 03 hesitated.

Should I take a bite?

Feeling a sudden urge to nibble on something, 03 stared intently at the popsicles, deep in thought.

A mountain breeze carried a wisp of cloud into the hall. The white vapor collided with the bead curtains, dispersing gracefully. The pearls clacked melodiously, their crisp, tinkling sound echoing through the vast chamber.

An extraordinarily beautiful woman emerged gracefully from behind a beaded curtain, dressed in a pink gown. She carried a jade tray, smiling before she spoke. The moment she appeared, the attendants standing at attention on either side simultaneously bowed, and the previously noisy crowd fell silent, leaving the hall as quiet as a deserted forest.

03 floated over to the pink-robed woman and hesitantly asked, “Feng Jue?”

As soon as the words left her lips, the woman smiled, her gaze sweeping past 03 to the assembled guests. Her voice was gentle as she spoke, “Honored guests, I apologize for the delay. A pressing matter within the palace has detained us. The Palace Mistress will arrive shortly.”

The middle-aged man immediately bowed deeply, his tone deferential. “No rush—”

Before the word “rush” had fully faded, a sudden gust of wind swept through the hall. Clouds surged and collided, scattering across the chamber, accompanied by the rapid clattering of beads and jade like a torrential rain. 03 instinctively tilted her head back and saw a fiery mass suddenly appear at the end of the jade steps, transforming into a vivid crimson dress that spread across the long staircase.

When they said “immediately,” they meant immediately.

“……”

Unable to resist, 03 drifted upward.

The mountain wind had died down at some point. Beneath the blazing crimson, the woman in golden hairpins and phoenix crown raised her eyes, her gaze hidden in flames, faintly contemptuous as she looked indifferently around.

In that moment, all the elegant beauty that filled the palace and the universe bowed in submission. Pale makeup and vivid hues, all the splendor of color, paled in comparison to the vermilion dot between her brows.

03 suddenly recalled the bird it had seen before departing.

The Main System collected data from various worlds to create a menagerie of fantastical creatures that adorned the skies above the Systems’ habitats. Yet no matter how exquisitely crafted the illusions, they could never rival the vibrant vitality of living beings.

This must be the Host!

A hint of gold shimmered on 03’s silver-white body as it ascended, stopping before the woman. After meticulously scanning her features, it placed the portrait on the first page of the file.

Feng Jue

Labeling the file with her name, 03 settled contentedly on the Host’s shoulder, planning to greet her later.

The youngest Palace Mistress in Lanyang Palace’s history took her seat, her pale fingers resting beside her face. Her red lips curved into a smile as her languid, husky voice drifted through the hall, carrying a defiant undercurrent that reached every ear present.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you’ve waited long enough.”

The Host’s voice was pleasing to the ear.

Tiny sparks crackled across the silver-white data mass of 03, sending a tingling sensation through its core. It opened the Host’s information file and skimmed the sparse details once more.

Outstanding beauty, a pleasant voice, and the ruler of a city—this host of Feng Jue’s possessed all the ideal qualities.

After Feng Jue’s appearance, everyone except the Male Lead lowered their heads, afraid to meet her gaze.

Hearing the Host’s unrestrained scoff, 03 turned to see her beautiful profile, her indifferent expression showing she held these people in utter contempt. Feng Jue drawled lazily, “Xue Bufan, last we met, the Lianshan Sect sent five elders as your escort. This time—”

Her gaze settled on the middle-aged man at the front, and she smirked mockingly.

“You don’t have a single decent-looking person with you?”

As soon as she finished speaking, she flicked her hand, which had been resting on her skirt. A fierce gust of wind instantly swept through the hall, sending the guests reeling backward amid screams. The man Feng Jue had singled out would have been swept out of the hall entirely if the woman beside him hadn’t grabbed him. His face paled further, and a crimson stain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Young Master!” the woman cried out in panic.

“I’m fine,” Xue Bufan gasped between coughs, slowly straightening his shoulders. The middle-aged man in front of him lowered his wind-blocking arm and demanded anxiously, “What does the Palace Mistress mean by this?!”

Feng Jue ignored him, turning to Xue Bufan with a mocking smile. “The Eldest Young Master of the Lianshan Sect has fallen so far. Tsk.”

03 suppressed the urge to grab a popsicle and also turned to look at the Male Lead.

The Male Lead, who looked like he couldn’t withstand a gust of wind, bent over coughing, the handkerchief covering his mouth turning red. No one noticed except the woman beside him.

“Cough, cough… The Palace Mistress… is right,” Xue Bufan said, lowering his hand and tucking the bloodstained handkerchief into his sleeve. His face remained expressionless as he accepted Feng Jue’s assessment. When Feng Jue raised an eyebrow, he continued, “If I hadn’t fallen so far, I wouldn’t have troubled the Palace Mistress to break the engagement.”

The hall fell silent, so quiet that the drop of a needle would have been audible. The expressions of the Lianshan Sect members were priceless.

03 turned to look at Feng Jue.

Up close, Feng Jue’s beauty was even more striking. Unable to resist, 03 drifted closer, hovering at the tip of Feng Jue’s nose.

The mocking smile on her face deepened, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

“Bufan, how dare you speak to the Palace Mistress like that!” the middle-aged man reacted, his voice booming in outrage.

Xue Bufan remained expressionless, while Feng Jue—03 drifted to rest above her forehead, clinging to the flame-like forehead decoration to avoid “blocking” her host’s line of sight.

Feng Jue’s lips curled into a mocking smile as she rose leisurely, her voice dripping with arrogance.

“Since you know our marriage is no longer possible, why have you come all this way? To interrogate me, the Palace Mistress? Or perhaps…” She paused, her tone turning icy. “Is the Lianshan Sect trying to use Lanyang Palace’s annulment to extort concessions and gain advantages?”

Xue Bufan fell silent again. The middle-aged man stepped forward, his voice urgent. “We have no such intentions! We merely wish to maintain amicable relations between our sects, even if the marriage alliance falls through. Even though Xue Bufan’s cultivation has been ruined, the Lianshan Sect still has other outstanding talents…”

The man’s words were cut short by Feng Jue’s raucous laughter.

Though she was a peerless beauty in the mortal realm, her laughter now blazed like a thousand acres of fiery flowers blooming amidst raging flames. 03’s data halo crackled and intensified, hovering directly above Feng Jue’s head.

“Outstanding talents,” she repeated mockingly, her gaze sweeping over the young men behind the middle-aged man. Suppressing her disdain, she declared, “I, the Palace Mistress of Lanyang Palace, will only marry a true powerhouse, not a worthless cripple! Xue Bufan, when your spiritual roots were intact, you were a worthy match for me. But now that you’ve been reduced to a mere mortal, your lifespan barely a century, our union is impossible.”

Amidst the resplendent opulence, Feng Jue’s fiery crimson robes set the white jade steps ablaze, her pearl-like eyes growing colder as she raised her snow-white fingertips.

Pearl curtains swayed as servants bearing chests and boxes flooded into the palace, filling the hall with dazzling treasures that glimmered brilliantly.

And illuminated Tong.

What lofty standards, 03 thought again.

“Though the engagement is broken, out of consideration for our past acquaintance, these gifts are offered as compensation. May you make the most of your future.”
As Feng Jue’s voice faded, a pink-robed attendant at the foot of the steps waved her hand, and the entire hallful of gifts vanished into her Storage Ring. Envious gazes from the Lianshan Sect members fixed on the ring in her hand.

Smiling, the attendant offered the ring to Xue Bufan. “Xue-gongzi, please accept this.”

Xue Bufan lowered his gaze to the jade ring resting on the tray, coughed twice, and said in a low voice, “Back when I was gravely injured but still had a chance of survival, my father came to Lanyang City to plead with the Palace Mistress for Phoenix Fire, only to be flatly refused. Now that I’m crippled, the engagement is void, but the Palace Mistress’s heartlessness back then…”

A glimmer of resentment surfaced on his face as he looked up at Feng Jue. “Today I’m the one humbled. But if one day the Palace Mistress were to find herself in the same position, how would you treat her?”

From her lofty seat, Feng Jue’s expression slowly faded, her eyes growing indifferent.

“The great Dao is indifferent; life and death are determined by fate. If I were you…” Feng Jue rested her chin in her hand, pondering, then suddenly smiled. “I would—”

“Take care?”

The lazy four words dripped with mockery.

Xue Bufan said nothing. He flicked his sleeve and turned to leave without a word.

Perched atop Feng Jue’s head, 03 watched the Lianshan Sect members storm off in a huff. It calmly spun in place.

This won’t happen. The Host won’t fall into ruin.

Because of it.

System 03.

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