My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 3

The moment 03 appeared, Feng Jue’s expression darkened. She roared, “Who’s there?” and raised her palm, unleashing a flame that shot straight toward 03—

Toward 03.

Through 03.

And continued flying onward.

The attacked System looked left and right, even spun in a circle, a question mark floating above its head.

Huh? Did something just fly past?

Feng Jue: “……”

What the hell is this?!

Her refined eyes narrowed as she stared intently at the object suspended in mid-air. The bare, round sphere was neither white nor silver, about the width of her index finger, seemingly formed from condensed light. Yet within the light, something continuously flowed.

It had no facial features, yet it spoke.

In that instant, numerous names of her enemies flooded Feng Jue’s mind! But those people had quietly vanished after she reached the Golden Core stage.

This thing had actually blocked her attack, and Feng Jue sensed no spiritual energy emanating from it whatsoever.

“Who sent you here?” Feng Jue demanded warily, one hand braced defensively across her chest, her fingers hidden within her sleeve clutching a strand of golden-red flame.

“Who sent you here?” Feng Jue demanded.

03 answered truthfully, “The Main System.”

Feng Jue frowned. She had never heard of this name before, and the surname “Main” was exceedingly rare. None of the major sects or prominent figures she knew had ever borne this name.

Could it be an alias?

Feng Jue suddenly lowered her hand and smiled at 03.

The silvery-white object floating in the air emitted a luminous glow, suddenly punctuated by a burst of golden light. Feng Jue silently noted the change.

This thing seemed to have no intention of harming her. Perhaps someone was trying to curry favor with Lanyang Palace by showing off their capabilities and strength before her. Feng Jue decided to observe the situation quietly.

She continued, “What did the Main System send you here to do? What did you mean by what you said earlier?”

Finally, we’ve reached a familiar part of the process!

A flicker of excitement stirred in 03’s calm, like a fleeting wave in the ocean, but it quickly dissipated. With practiced ease, it extracted a stream of data, as if it had done so countless times before.

Before Feng Jue’s eyes, a silvery thread of light emerged from the silver mass, coalescing into the shape of a book. The book slowly flipped through its pages until it settled on one, where a scene materialized.

It was a recent scene.

On the left side of the opened page, Xue Bufan stood in a resplendent hall, his gaze lowered while the surrounding crowd looked up at him with varied expressions.

On the right side was Feng Jue herself.

Feng Jue narrowed her eyes.

In the painting, she stood in the golden throne, her demeanor proud and spirited, her smile mocking yet not unpleasant to look at. The scene was strikingly beautiful.

It was unclear how the artist had achieved this effect. On the left side of the painting, a layer of gray haze softened the grand hall of jade and gold, making it appear as ordinary as a mortal’s house of blue bricks and black tiles. On the right side, the golden frame surrounding her figure seemed deliberately deepened, leaving no doubt that this woman, resting her cheek in her hand and smiling coldly, was undoubtedly someone of noble status and immense wealth.

Feng Jue was puzzled, unsure of the creator’s intentions. The fact that the Main System had clearly observed the events in the hall and deliberately recorded them, yet she had remained completely unaware, revealed the unfathomable depth of its cultivation!
A chill ran down her spine. The clouds swirling around Gazing Mountain Pavilion suddenly seemed to transform into a man-eating tiger, and she was the mountain bird, trapped under its gaze, with no escape.

The danger made her tremble. Feng Jue whispered, “Did the Main System do this?”

03 was still subtly adjusting the colors in the painting. When asked, it replied matter-of-factly, “Yes, 03.”

Why would the Main System interfere with my task?

Feng Jue stared in shock. “You?”

She scrutinized the hairless silver orb. Its voice was flat and emotionless, almost mechanical, yet it spoke with clear intelligence.

Could a spiritual artifact have gained sentience?

Feng Jue gazed down at her portrait, which seemed to glow even more golden than before. She asked casually, “Does the Main System have many spirit artifacts like you?”

“03 is not a spirit artifact,” 03 corrected, holding up the book to Feng Jue’s face. “03 is a Cheat System. 03 is an employee of the Main System. Every system born works under the Main System, and currently there are 9,365 of us.”

Though puzzled by Feng Jue’s intense interest in the System world, 03 answered candidly, completely unaware of the tidal wave of shock its words had unleashed in Feng Jue’s mind. It continued its programmed explanation: “As the Host can see, the world you live in is a book. The Host has countless connections to the protagonist within this book. 03 has come to assist the Host in altering your predetermined fate within the story!”

The shock that had been suppressed within Feng Jue now surfaced on her face. After hearing 03’s words, she couldn’t contain herself and angrily flicked her sleeve. “Preposterous!”

03 replied calmly, “Among the ancient-tagged Hosts 03 has assisted, 25 have said the same thing.”

“…You’re asking me to believe I’m a character in some so-called storybook?” Feng Jue’s smile turned even more mocking as she demanded, “And not even the protagonist? Then tell me, who is the protagonist?”

“Xue Bufan,” the cold, robotic voice stated calmly.

Feng Jue froze at the name, her smile slowly fading. “Xue Bufan? Wasn’t he crippled?”

Snap.

03 closed the floating virtual book with an audible sound effect, revealing the title to Feng Jue.

The translucent cover displayed a scene of Xue Bufan standing atop a mountain peak, sword raised, gazing into the distance. Four bold, calligraphic characters stood out:

Sword Pointing to the Heavens

“As the Host can see, Xue Bufan is the protagonist of this book. Based on 03’s experience with this genre, after returning, Xue Bufan will encounter a series of fortuitous events. His previously crippled spiritual roots will regenerate, and he’ll become even more exceptionally talented than before. From then on, he’ll progress by leaps and bounds, soaring to success. We typically refer to these types of stories as ‘Dragon Protagonist’ tales, and Xue Bufan is the Dragon Protagonist of Sword Pointing to the Heavens.”
As 03 spoke, the title on the book changed from Sword Pointing to the Heavens to Chronicles of the Dragon Protagonist.

Feng Jue found it utterly absurd. “His spiritual roots have already been destroyed!”

“He’ll have the ‘Old Grandfather’ to help him,” 03 explained. “Here, ‘Old Grandfather’ doesn’t refer to a specific person. Oh, and books often start with a betrothal annulment plot, which sets up the Male Lead to later get his revenge. The Host will likely become entangled with the Male Lead again. Based on 03’s experience, the Host might fall for him again and become part of his harem—the size of the harem depends entirely on the author’s whims. Or, she might not and just become a supporting character destined for a bitter fate. But in these types of plots, the fates of supporting characters rarely end well.”

Whether it was falling for Xue Bufan again or facing a bitter fate, Feng Jue couldn’t accept either outcome. She pressed a hand to her forehead, took a deep breath, and let out a mirthless chuckle. “Hah…”

“Ridiculous!” Feng Jue and 03 exclaimed in unison, though one spoke with fervent emotion, the other with cold detachment.

Under Feng Jue’s furious gaze, 03 tucked the book away and explained, “Out of 25 Hosts, 23 said the same thing after hearing 03’s explanation. The remaining two…”

“Utterly ridiculous!” 03 attempted to mimic their tone, but the effort seemed to have no effect, only making Feng Jue’s expression grow colder.

Feng Jue rubbed her forehead, her brows furrowed deeply. She refused to believe 03’s words that Xue Bufan would once again become a dragon among men, even building a harem. Xue Bufan… a harem?

The Dragon Protagonist?

But surely this damned thing hadn’t come all this way just to toy with her!

Feng Jue lowered her hand and studied 03 carefully. After a moment, her frown softened.

True enough, this thing didn’t quite look like it belonged in this world. But to simply believe it… that felt foolish.

“I see,” she said. “So, how exactly do you plan to help me… change my fate?”

As she spoke the last few words, her voice carried a barely restrained fury.

03, however, felt quite pleased. Though the mission had started somewhat rocky, it had since fallen into the familiar rhythm it knew so well. Had I known this earlier, I would have asked for clarification sooner, it thought. The Main System was right: initiative breeds narrative.

Bathed in this sense of security, 03 drifted back and opened its Cheat Panel.

In an instant, countless transparent panels radiated outward from its center, layer upon layer, until they had engulfed the entire mountain peak and still kept spreading, reaching ever higher and farther.

Feng Jue suddenly found herself speechless, her gaze fixed on the sky.

Transparent panels pierced through the clouds, floated in the rain, and spanned across sunlight, yet they didn’t disturb the flow of clouds, the fall of rain, or the radiance of light. They existed, but they didn’t interfere, truly like extraterrestrial visitors completely detached from the world.

“…”

When the Host fell silent, 03 worked with fervent enthusiasm, as if eager to demonstrate its excellence. “What does the Host desire?” it asked Feng Jue. “I’ll work even harder than the old man! 03 is the most successful Cheat System in the Book Transmigration Department!”

“03’s current recommendation is to ascend to immortality faster than the Male Lead. Among the Hosts assisted by 03, 90% have made the same choice. 03 can provide the Host with the best cultivation techniques, elixirs, and weapons!”

“03’s Shop has everything!”

“Shop?” Feng Jue asked sharply.

“After the Host makes a choice, 03 will generate relevant tasks for the Host,” it explained. “These tasks are designed to motivate the Host and reward them upon completion.”

“And if they’re not completed?” Feng Jue pressed.

“Under 03’s assistance, no Host has ever failed a task. Please rest assured, Host. We will definitely complete this one successfully as well. Does the Host wish to set ‘quickly becoming an immortal’ as the choice to change their fate?”

They never told her about the consequences of failing to complete the task.

Feng Jue remained silent, her gaze fixed on the sea of mission panels stretching across the sky.

Each panel represented a benefit, and the one closest to her offered something so enticing that even someone who had seen the world’s greatest treasures would find it hard to resist.

Seeing Feng Jue’s prolonged silence, 03 drifted closer.

Feng Jue snapped out of her reverie, her fiery eyes meeting 03’s gaze beneath thick lashes.

Her expression suddenly brightened into a smile. “But I already possess the most suitable cultivation technique and my lifebound weapon. I rule Lanyang Palace, and my hands hold countless spiritual treasures. Whenever I seek elixirs, weapons, or protective gear, cultivators from across the world flock to me, eager to fulfill my desires.”

“I began cultivating at six, reached Foundation Establishment at ten, and attained the Great Perfection Golden Core at twenty-five. My progress surpasses all living beings. With such exceptional talent, wouldn’t it make me seem utterly incompetent if I needed your assistance to cultivate immortality?” Feng Jue’s voice carried an arrogant tone, her eyes burning with fiery intensity.

The data streams flowing around 03 paused for a fleeting moment—perhaps just 0.001 seconds—before resuming their shimmering flow.

“Does the Host wish to make a different choice?” 03 asked and answered itself. “Of course. We have experience with other 10% of the Hosts who succeeded by choosing alternative methods.”

As the words faded, the floating panels dissolved into streaks of light and returned to 03’s body, and the Silver Orb instantly reverted to its original size.

03 opened the Mission Panel, stared at the mission description, and pondered. Before long, the light bulb above its head lit up with a ding.

It turned to Feng Jue.

“Respected Host, to avoid entanglement with the Male Lead later, the most convenient method is to become entangled with someone else. As long as we’re careful to avoid both of us being humiliated by the Male Lead at the same time, it should be fine,” 03 said, closing the panel and looking at Feng Jue.

“So, Host, what do you think about matchmaking?”

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