My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Feng Jue seemed pleased with the Fire Rock Jiao’s newly regrown scales. She deliberately leaped onto its back, riding the Fire Rock Jiao as it soared through the mountain peaks.

As the Fire Rock Jiao flew, flames blazed across its scales, making it resemble a fiery meteor streaking through the azure peaks, piercing through the ethereal mist. Birds that had been soaring freely in the air retreated as the fiery glow approached.

The wind howled, whipping Feng Jue’s hair into a wild mane. Her crimson and golden robes seemed to meld with the flames, becoming one with the fiery aura.

Basking in the sunlight, Feng Jue felt an exhilarating sense of freedom. She turned to look at 03.

“What do you think?”

03 honestly admitted that it had flown on its own.

It had worked tirelessly to keep up, so if she was asking about its thoughts… it had none.

“I shouldn’t have asked you,” Feng Jue said, waving her sleeve in exasperation. The embroidered hem, depicting mountains and rivers, drifted past 03’s silver-white form without leaving a trace.

Whether wind, rain, sunlight, or frost, nothing in this world seemed capable of leaving a mark on its body.

Suddenly bored, Feng Jue patted the Fire Rock Jiao’s head and descended into the courtyard.

“This entire mountain belongs to me. It’s the place with the strongest spiritual energy in Lanyang Palace, usually undisturbed. Find a palace or cave dwelling for your cultivation as you please. I’ll have everything you need delivered,” Feng Jue told the Fire Rock Jiao.

The Fire Rock Jiao, rejuvenated like a withered tree in spring, its spiritual energy abundant, shrank its form considerably. It coiled affectionately around Feng Jue’s calves twice, as if reluctant to leave, before finally departing.

Once it was gone, 03 opened its interface.

“Host, should we proceed as previously discussed? That is, by seizing the Protagonist’s opportunities and stealing his women to complete the mission?” 03 asked. If so, it would generate a branch quest for Feng Jue to complete and reward her accordingly.

This was the task model 03 was familiar with.

Feng Jue winced at the mention of “stealing women,” her headache flaring. “If Xue Bufan ever changes his taste and develops an interest in men instead of women, am I supposed to swoop in and steal all those men too?” she retorted sarcastically.

Why not?

If the Host chose to oppose the Protagonist, 03 would support all her actions against him. It had no qualms about stealing the Protagonist’s lovers, regardless of their gender or number.

“The Host’s preferences will be accommodated,” 03 stated. “Within my capabilities, I will provide flexibility when generating branch quests.”

But now that we’re cultivating immortality, who cares about a Dao Companion’s gender?

“True enough,” Feng Jue chuckled, waving a hand at 03 across the space between them. “You’re just as genderless as I am, aren’t you?”

The silvery-white orb with its calm black eyes replied evenly, “03’s gender is female. The Host and I decided that together.”

“Has the Host forgotten?” 03 inquired.

Feng Jue noticed a new notification on 03’s interface, accompanied by a stiff, mechanical voice: “The Host’s memory is poor. I recommend adding brain-boosting memory-enhancing items to the rewards.”

“…Your memory’s the one that’s shot!” Feng Jue snapped. “Cancel all of this!” she demanded angrily, suddenly understanding why these System things were so intangible. “If you had a physical form, I’d have burned you to ashes by now!” she growled.

The silvery-white orb floated ahead as if leading the way, the mechanical voice replying, “Alright, alright.”

It was completely dismissive of her threat.

Feng Jue followed behind.

If looks could kill, 03 would have died several more times.

“I’ve already adjusted the reward range based on the Host’s characteristics. Should I generate the task now?” 03 confirmed with Feng Jue. “To quickly ascend to immortality while opposing the Protagonist.”

If you want to quickly ascend to immortality, the fastest way is still to snatch opportunities from the protagonist’s hands. The greater the danger, the higher the reward.

But in the end, you still have to oppose the protagonist!

After all, this is a world where all the good things end up in the protagonist’s hands.

Feng Jue: “……”

“03, you’re being rather rigid,” Feng Jue said with a smile, striding over to stand before 03 and placing her hand on the door.

The corridor had no windows, making it gloomy, lit only by the luminous pearls embedded in the walls.

Under the pearl light, Feng Jue’s face appeared ethereal and beautiful. She curled her lips and spoke softly:

“Xue Bufan and I aren’t yet enemies. Today’s friend might be tomorrow’s enemy, and yesterday’s enemy could become tomorrow’s ally. If Xue Bufan and I were locked in an irreconcilable conflict, I would accept your mission.”

“……”

03’s silvery-white Data Orb looked somewhat illusory.

Despite being an Advanced System of the System Realm, it now seemed to be grappling with a major challenge. After a full three seconds of processing, it said: “Host means that since you might become friends with Xue Bufan in the future, you don’t want to accept the mission?”

Feng Jue crossed her arms, pondering 03’s words, and shook her head.

“No, Xue Bufan and I aren’t cut from the same cloth. At most, we’re acquaintances, not friends.”

Feng Jue’s gaze was resolute, her tone unwavering. “You mentioned earlier that I might fall for Xue Bufan…”

Just the hypothetical made her frown.

“That’s even more impossible.”

If they couldn’t be friends and she had no romantic interest in him, why refuse the mission?

03 searched its database and slapped the word “melancholy” onto its virtual forehead.

Throughout its long career, its modus operandi had always been to descend upon the Mission World, parasitize a host, explain the mission, and after a period of suspicion—short or long—the host would accept the mission, and it would commence.

It had never experienced such a prolonged stalemate.

Even now, the host hadn’t even decided on the mission’s direction!

How could the mission ever be completed at this rate?!

The “melancholy” on 03’s virtual forehead swiftly shifted to “anxious.” It felt the host simply didn’t grasp the gravity of the situation.

“Host, you’re well aware of the Protagonist’s existence. He’s highly likely to become hostile toward you in the future. You must strike first!” 03 urged.

Its attitude, if transplanted into a novel, would perfectly embody the archetype of a villain.

It looked like 03 was determined to walk the path of the villain.

Feng Jue clicked her tongue. “Alright, to be honest, I’m quite curious about what Xue Bufan will encounter in the future. If it’s all Fire Rock Jiao-level threats, then stealing his opportunities wouldn’t be a bad deal.”

Her long lashes lowered, obscuring her eyes. 03 could only see the smile on Feng Jue’s face.

“Host, you looked like you wanted to refuse earlier,” 03 said.

“Oh, are you complaining about me?” Feng Jue asked.

“No, 03 doesn’t experience emotions,” the system’s mechanical voice replied.

It was an emotionless system, a good helper to its host and a good companion to humanity.

03 cycled this text on its interface.

“You certainly aren’t friendly to Xue Bufan,” Feng Jue said, deliberately provoking.

03 paused, then suddenly said, “Host, your words don’t seem as ruthless as you claim. 03 can modify the mission keywords to gently seize opportunities that should rightfully belong to the protagonist.”

This statement would have been perfect for the protagonists in the mission worlds to see.

Feng Jue’s lips twitched. She suddenly felt that being a supporting character wasn’t so bad.

But there was one thing that needed to be made clear.

“I have no interest in Xue Bufan,” Feng Jue said. “I just wanted to tease you.”

The beautiful woman gave a playful smile and closed the door in front of 03.

The system, now shut out, remained silent for a long moment.

But at least it could finally start a mission.

03 hurriedly sent a mission request to the Main System.

The perfectly formatted data packet was abruptly cut off and discarded at 03’s feet like trash.

A warning popped up:

Advanced System detected. Missions for this world will not be generated. Please explore independently.

03: “…”

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