My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 27.1

Xue Bufan and the System found themselves transported back to a scene from a month prior.

The difference this time was the darker, damp, and chilly surroundings, and the presence of Qiu Shuangshuang.

The newly arrived woman, Qiu Shuangshuang, burst into tears of joy upon seeing Xue Bufan. She scrambled to her feet and rushed toward him, but she had forgotten the lesson from her recent fall. Her skirt caught underfoot again, and she tripped with an “Aiyo!” and fell to the ground.

Xue Bufan immediately reached out and grabbed her arm just before she hit the ground.

“Be careful!”

Kneeling on the ground, her knees throbbing painfully, Qiu Shuangshuang sighed in relief. She gazed tearfully at Xue Bufan, looking ready to burst into tears at any moment. Clutching his hand, she crawled to her feet and exclaimed, “Thank you, benefactor! You’ve saved me again! This dress is too long; it’s always tripping me up!”

Behind her, the dress’s original owner let out a low, mocking chuckle.

Qiu Shuangshuang stiffened, a cold sweat breaking out on her skin. Her expression shifted dramatically as she raised her voice and gushed, “But I adore this dress! The craftsmanship is exquisite—the embroidery is so neat and the patterns so lavish! It’s truly a precious treasure of a dress!”

Xue Bufan, the target of her effusive praise, simply stared.

03 drifted forward and stopped facing Xue Bufan and Qiu Shuangshuang.

Through the System’s eyes, the hunched, ugly old man, his face twisted into a grotesque by the firelight, was supporting a young girl who could have been his granddaughter. The confusion in Xue Bufan’s eyes turned to concern as he looked warmly at Qiu Shuangshuang.

03: “Ah!”

Panicking, it flew to Feng Jue and the Little System inside its bubble pulled out two bottles of chili powder. It wildly sprinkled it on Feng Jue’s dark circles under her eyes, and the bubble System sobbed like a fountain.

“Burn my eyes! Burn my eyes!”

Seeing Feng Jue’s new expression, Qiu Shuangshuang: “……”

“What now?”

03 turned its back to the old man and the girl, pointing at them with a matchstick-like finger as it glared at Feng Jue, acting like it was tattling.

Feng Jue—unwilling to witness this cringe-worthy scene any longer—suddenly extinguished the surrounding firelight, and darkness descended again.

The bubble System let out a sigh of relief, waving goodbye to Feng Jue as if it had been saved.

“Palace Mistress Feng?” Xue Bufan rasped in his hoarse, elderly voice, his confusion evident.

Feng Jue sneered. “Still pretending?”

Among them, she knew Xue Bufan’s true identity, Qiu Shuangshuang knew he was pretending to be old and had even played along, nearly losing her life in the Secret Realm. Now that everything had come to this, what was there left for Xue Bufan to hide?

After a moment of silence, Xue Bufan straightened his posture under Qiu Shuangshuang’s puzzled gaze. He clasped his hands in a respectful bow and spoke in a clear, masculine voice: “My apologies, Palace Mistress Feng. I never expected to see you again.”

“And you, Miss Qiu,” Xue Bufan said, smiling at Qiu Shuangshuang. His wizened face, covered in wrinkles and liver spots, radiated a dignity that belied his appearance.

Qiu Shuangshuang froze, then abruptly shook off Xue Bufan’s arm and screamed as she rushed toward Feng Jue. Just as before, she hadn’t learned her lesson and crashed face-first into the ground before Feng Jue with a thud.

03 drifted downward and calmly said, “You may rise.”

The faintest hint of a smile flickered across Feng Jue’s lips, but the darkness concealed the curve of her lips.

Qiu Shuangshuang looked like she was about to cry, hiding behind Feng Jue. If not for her fear of crossing Feng Jue, she might have clung to her other leg like the Fire Rock Jiao. Turning her head as if seeking support, she shouted at Xue Bufan, “Who the hell are you?!”

“You’ve been lying to me all along?”

In the darkness, 03 lit up.

Feng Jue raised an eyebrow. Several balls of flame drifted out, illuminating the darkness and revealing the expressions of everyone present.

Xue Bufan lowered his gaze and murmured, “It’s not what you think… I never intended to harm you, but—”

“Oh, for crying out loud!”

The portal to the cultivation world was a shimmering gateway that materialized before him, its surface rippling like liquid silver. He stepped through without hesitation, leaving behind the familiar comforts of his modern life.

As he emerged on the other side, he found himself in a world of ancient splendor, where towering mountains loomed in the distance and verdant forests stretched as far as the eye could see. The air was thick with the scent of pine and wildflowers, and the sound of flowing water filled his ears.

He soon discovered that this world was governed by a complex web of systems, each with its own set of rules and protocols. At the heart of this system was the Main System, a vast network of interconnected nodes that regulated every aspect of life in the cultivation world. This system was overseen by a group of powerful beings known as the System Lords, who wielded immense power and influence.

In addition to the Main System, there were also numerous smaller systems that operated within the larger framework. These Little Systems governed specific aspects of life, such as cultivation, trade, and governance. Each Little System had its own set of rules and protocols, and those who violated these rules risked severe punishment.

Despite the complexity of the system, our protagonist quickly adapted to his new surroundings. He soon discovered that the cultivation world was a place of boundless opportunity, where those who were willing to work hard and take risks could achieve great things.

Qiu Shuangshuang’s voice trembled with fear. “Who exactly are you?”

“I…” Xue Bufan lifted his head, a myriad of emotions flickering in his eyes.

03 pulled out a useless popsicle stick from his backpack and clutched it, feeling lonely.

At a time like this, I really need something to eat.

Xue Bufan spoke softly, sounding utterly reluctant. “I am…”

“Wait,” Feng Jue interrupted.

Before their eyes, she conjured a carpet, a square table, and a tea stove from her Storage Ring, arranging them neatly. She settled onto a meditation cushion, and soon the air filled with the fragrant aroma of tea. After taking a sip, Feng Jue slowly raised her hand, gesturing for Xue Bufan and Qiu Shuangshuang to continue.

The two beside her: …

Suddenly, they felt as if the stone slabs beneath their feet had transformed into a stage.

03, clutching the popsicle stick, nestled under the teapot lid. A row of visible but untouchable pastries lined the table before him, but he felt completely different from before! He stared intently at the protagonist and supporting characters, whose atmosphere was so unlike his own.

“My surname is Xue, my given name Bufan. I am a disciple of the Lianshan Sect of the Eastern Continent,” Xue Bufan said, his voice now devoid of its earlier reluctance. He stared at the fragrant table, his tone dry. “There was an issue with my Spiritual Root, forcing me to infiltrate the Chongshan Secret Realm to seek a cure. The disguise was necessary to evade my enemies.”

Qiu Shuangshuang stared dryly at the square table, saying awkwardly, “Oh… I already told you about my background earlier. I’m still the same person.”

Xue Bufan: “Mm…”

Qiu Shuangshuang: “…Mm.”

03 tapped her popsicle stick, tilted her head, and asked, “Why are they looking at the host while talking?”

Moreover, their emotions weren’t as volatile as before. Humans are truly fickle creatures.

A smile hid behind Feng Jue’s teacup. She furrowed her brow, suddenly raising her gaze to stare intently at the two before her, her voice tinged with displeasure. “Why are you two looking at me while talking?!”

To express her displeasure, she flicked her sleeve in a huff.

Xue Bufan and Qiu Shuangshuang instantly snapped back to reality and immediately turned to face each other.

One glance, and awkwardness bloomed.

“Ahem.” Xue Bufan cleared his throat, realizing that ever since Feng Jue’s arrival, his every word and action had been guided by her, while she herself remained a detached observer above the fray. This realization stirred a complex mix of irritation and melancholy within him.

His Master had said he was despised because he was useless. If his spiritual root hadn’t been crippled and his cultivation still intact, he wondered if Palace Mistress Feng would still treat him with such disdain.

“Miss Qiu,” Xue Bufan said to Qiu Shuangshuang, “I never expected that the internal rules of the Chongshan Secret Realm would change after its upgrade. If I hadn’t given you that Disguise Talisman, you wouldn’t have ended up in the same predicament as me. You must have suffered greatly during this time. It’s all my fault.”

The protagonist’s voice perfectly matched his status. His concerned tone made Qiu Shuangshuang recall her experiences since entering the Secret Realm, and she felt like crying from the unfairness of it all. But when she looked up, tears welling in her eyes, and met Xue Bufan’s disguised face, and caught the fragrant aroma of tea from beside her… her sorrow vanished instantly.

“I-I’m alright,” Qiu Shuangshuang replied. “It was touch and go at the beginning, but thankfully I encountered Palace Mistress Feng.”

She glanced sideways at Feng Jue, who sat gracefully sipping tea on a crimson and gold carpet.

Feng Jue scoffed, her voice cold. “Now that you’ve finished your sentimental reunion, let’s discuss business. How do we get out of here?”

Xue Bufan frowned, and only then did Qiu Shuangshuang notice their surroundings. She looked around in surprise, taking in the cage-like room.

They were in a perfectly square chamber resembling a prison cell. The walls were built from meter-wide stone blocks, with not a single crack between them, as if carved from a single slab of rock. Within this cage, there was no movement, no sound, not even a whisper of wind.

Qiu Shuangshuang tried to illuminate the area with her spiritual power, but it was suppressed. The released power fizzled out in the darkness before it could even emit light. She had to rely on the flames produced by Feng Jue’s technique for illumination.

“If it weren’t for Palace Mistress Feng,” Xue Bufan said, “we’d be stumbling in the dark, trying to figure out what to do. This room is bizarre. The walls are made of some kind of stone that’s impervious to blades, spiritual power, and can’t be broken.”

Feng Jue raised her hand and struck the wall without hesitation. A faint, phoenix-like cry seemed to echo in the air as her spiritual power collided with the stone. The impact caused faint ripples to spread across the wall, effortlessly absorbing and dissipating her attack, leaving no trace behind.

“Hmph,” Feng Jue said, blowing at her fingertips. “Indeed.”

Xue Bufan: “……”

It seemed he held no credibility in Feng Jue’s eyes.

“What do we do now?” Qiu Shuangshuang asked fearfully, her eyes wide with anxiety in the darkness. “Are we trapped here?”

Xue Bufan quickly reassured her: “Let’s work together to find a way out. We’ll definitely get out of here!”

Qiu Shuangshuang was about to nod when Feng Jue calmly interjected: “Even if we can’t get out, with your lifespan, you could endure here for over a century. Why panic? When the Chongshan Secret Realm reopens in the next century, you might even get new friends to take your place.”

Qiu Shuangshuang’s eyes instantly reddened. She stamped her foot and began to sob.

“I don’t want to be trapped here for a hundred years! I want to go home! Mother, Father…”

Xue Bufan’s wrinkled face creased even deeper. He looked like he wanted to comfort Qiu Shuangshuang but couldn’t bring himself to reach out. After offering many words of solace, he glanced helplessly at Feng Jue and said to Qiu Shuangshuang, “Palace Mistress Feng was just teasing you. Why would she joke about such things if there was no way out?”

Qiu Shuangshuang lowered her hand, wiping her tears. “Really?” she whimpered.

“Really,” Xue Bufan replied with a smile, handing her a handkerchief. “Don’t cry anymore.”

Feng Jue glanced at 03 and raised an eyebrow.

Is this how he runs his harem?

How does it compare to the novels? Is it better?

03 inserted a matchstick-like object into himself and fished around, pulling out two bottles of data-shaped chili powder.

Blindingly spicy, blindingly spicy.

The amusement in Feng Jue’s eyes deepened. Cradling her teacup in one hand and propping her cheek with the other, she gazed at the floating System. Her tone was languid as she remarked, “Not long ago, Young Master Xue, with his ruined Spiritual Root, interrogated me in the palace, his heart as dead as ashes. Who would have thought he’d now be so tender and courteous? Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover.”

“Tsk tsk.”

03 echoed: “Tsk tsk.”

Qiu Shuangshuang looked at Xue Bufan in bewilderment, then turned to Feng Jue.

Xue Bufan’s face tightened. “Palace Mistress, you jest,” he said quickly. “Anyone who experiences what I did would struggle to remain calm.”

Oh, so he’s calm now?

Feng Jue’s eyes narrowed. “How did you repair your Spiritual Root?” she asked pointedly.

03 drifted over to Xue Bufan’s left hand, staring intently at the obsidian ring on his thumb.

Are you there? Is the Old Master there?

Xue Bufan’s expression froze. After a long pause, he replied, “It was a stroke of luck.”

Qiu Shuangshuang tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling with admiration. “It must have been a tremendous stroke of luck!”

Hmph.

Feng Jue’s expression turned frosty. After another pause, she frowned and glared at the two standing figures. “What are you waiting for? I didn’t invite you here to stand around and waste my Spiritual Power!”

Stung by her rebuke, Xue Bufan and Qiu Shuangshuang both straightened up, responding stiffly, “Yes.”

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