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

The instant 03 appeared, Feng Jue’s eyes turned dangerously dark. “Who’s there?!” she barked.

Lifting her hand in a swift motion, a stream of fire erupted from her fingertips, hurtling directly toward 03—

It rushed toward 03.

It passed right through 03.

And it flew off into the distance.

The targeted system looked to its left, then to its right, and even spun around in a little circle as a virtual question mark popped up above its head.

Huh, did something just fly past?

Feng Jue: “…”

What on earth is this thing?!

Her exquisite eyes turned cold and sharp as she locked her gaze onto the object hovering in the air. It was a hairless, featureless sphere, neither purely white nor entirely silver, and only about the width of her index finger. It looked like a condensed ball of light, yet something was constantly swirling within that luminescence.

It had no facial features, yet a voice had definitely come out of it.

In that single instant, a dozen names of people who held grudges against her flashed through Feng Jue’s mind. But ever since she broke through to the Golden Core stage, those enemies had quietly vanished.

Moreover, this strange object had completely ignored her attack, and she couldn’t detect even a single shred of spiritual energy radiating from it…

“Who sent you?” Feng Jue asked warily. She held one arm across her chest, her hidden fingers keeping a wisp of gold-and-red flame ready inside her sleeve.

Who sent it…

03 answered honestly, “The Main System.”

Feng Jue’s brow furrowed. She had never heard of such a name. Furthermore, the surname ‘Zhu’ was exceedingly rare; none of the famous sects or renowned figures in the world bore it.

Could it be a pseudonym?

“…” Feng Jue suddenly lowered her hand, offering a faint smile to 03.

The silver-white object hovering in the air gleamed with a soft, lustrous light, suddenly flashing with a hint of brilliant gold. Feng Jue quietly noted this change without showing it on her face.

This thing didn’t seem to harbor any intention of harming her. It was entirely possible that someone wished to collaborate with Lanyang Palace and was merely using this trick to flaunt their methods and display their strength. Feng Jue decided to wait and see how things played out.

She pushed further, “What did this Main System send you here to do? And what was the meaning of what you said just now?”

Finally, the part I’m familiar with!

A spark of excitement flared up within 03’s otherwise calm heart, only to scatter like sea foam in a split second. Moving with the practiced ease of someone who had done this thousands of times, it extracted a strand of data.

To Feng Jue’s eyes, a silver thread as fine as silk drifted out from the silver sphere, morphing into the shape of a book right in front of her. The book slowly turned its pages, stopping on one particular leaf where an image began to manifest.

It was the scene from the grand hall just a moment ago.

On the left side of the open pages: Xue Bufan stood with his eyes cast down in the resplendent hall, surrounded by people with all kinds of expressions on their faces.

On the right side was her.

Feng Jue narrowed her eyes slightly.

Seated on her golden throne, she looked absolutely triumphant, bearing a proud posture and a mocking smile that, oddly enough, didn’t look displeased. The illustration actually looked incredibly beautiful.

She had no idea how this object had managed it, but the left side of the picture was washed over with a layer of dull gray, making the grand hall of jade and gold look as unremarkable as a mortal house of blue bricks and black tiles. Meanwhile, on the right side… the golden halo surrounding her figure seemed to have been intentionally darkened and enriched. Anyone looking at it would instantly know that this woman, leaning her cheek on her hand with a cold smirk, was a person of noble status who threw wealth around like dirt.

“…”

Feng Jue felt a bit perplexed. She couldn’t fathom the intentions of the person behind this thing, but for them to observe the events in the hall so clearly and even illustrate them without her sensing a single thing meant that this ‘Main System’ possessed an unfathomable level of cultivation!

A sudden chill ran down her spine. The clouds drifting around Wangshan Pavilion suddenly felt like man-eating tigers, while she was a mountain sparrow trapped under their predatory glare with nowhere to run!

The thrill of danger made her shiver slightly as she asked in a low voice, “Was this done by the Main System?”

03, who was still quietly color-correcting the illustration, replied naturally, “No, it was 03.”

Why would the Main System meddle in its assignment?

Feng Jue was astonished. “You?”

She sized up the completely bald silver sphere once more. It spoke in a flat tone completely devoid of human emotion, and its voice didn’t sound real, yet it seemed highly intelligent.

Could it be a spiritual artifact that has birthed a consciousness?

Feng Jue speculated. She lowered her gaze, casting a brief look at her own illustration, which seemed to grow more radiant and golden by the second. She asked in a seemingly casual tone, “Are there many spiritual beings like you under this Main System?”

“03 is not a spiritual being. 03 is a Golden Finger System,” 03 clarified. Holding the book up right in front of Feng Jue’s face, it stated earnestly, “03 is an employee of the Main System. Every system works under the Main System from the moment of its birth. Currently, there are 9,365 of us.”

Though it didn’t understand why Feng Jue was so curious about the world of systems, 03 answered without holding anything back, completely unaware that its casual remark had just set off a tempest in her heart. It simply continued down its operational script.

03 went on, “As you can see, Host, the world you live in is actually a book. Within this book, you share countless tangled connections with the protagonist. 03 has come to assist you in changing your pre-established destiny in this text!”

The shock and suspicion Feng Jue had been suppressing finally broke through to her face. Hearing 03’s words, she couldn’t restrain herself anymore. She whipped her sleeve around and snapped furiously, “Absurd!”

03 replied in a perfectly calm manner, “Among the ancient-genre hosts I have assisted, twenty-five of them have said the exact same thing.”

“…You expect me to believe that I am merely a character in some storybook?” The mockery on Feng Jue’s face grew sharper as she demanded, “And not even the protagonist? Then tell me, who is the protagonist?”

“Xue Bufan,” the cold, mechanical voice stated flatly.

The expression on Feng Jue’s face froze the moment that name left its mouth, her smile gradually vanishing. “Xue Bufan? But isn’t he a cripple now?”

Snap.

03 closed the virtual book floating in the air, complete with a crisp sound effect, and turned the cover around so Feng Jue could see the title.

On the semi-transparent cover, an illustration emerged depicting Xue Bufan holding a sword aloft on a mountain peak, looking out over the world. Four bold, sweeping brushstrokes leaped off the page.

《Sword Points to the Vast Skies》

“As you can see, Host, Xue Bufan is the protagonist of this book. According to 03’s data, in this specific genre, Xue Bufan will experience a miraculous encounter after he returns home. Not only will his destroyed spiritual roots grow back, but his talent will also far surpass what he had before. From then on, he will ascend rapidly with a seemingly endless string of cheats. We typically refer to this kind of text as a ‘Long Aotian’ novel, and Xue Bufan is the Long Aotian of Sword Points to the Vast Skies,” 03 explained. As it spoke, the title on the book shifted from Sword Points to the Vast Skies to The Legend of Long Aotian.

Feng Jue found it entirely ludicrous. “His spiritual roots have already been completely destroyed!”

“A ‘mysterious old master’ will help him, though the term doesn’t necessarily refer to a specific person,” 03 clarified. “Oh, right. Books like this almost always feature a broken engagement plot right at the beginning to make it easier for the male lead to slap faces later on. You will become entangled with him again in the future. According to 03’s past experience, you might fall in love with him all over again and become a member of his harem—the exact size of which depends entirely on the author’s whims. Alternatively, you won’t fall for him, but you’ll just end up as a minor antagonist meant for face-slapping, and the endings for minor antagonists in these plots are rarely pleasant.”

Whether it was falling in love with Xue Bufan again or meeting a miserable end, both options were entirely unacceptable to Feng Jue. She raised a hand to press against her forehead, taking a sharp breath before letting out a dark, mirthless laugh. “Ha…”

“How ridiculous!”

03 and Feng Jue spoke in unison, the only difference being that one voice was charged with fury while the other remained cold and level.

Under Feng Jue’s glaring gaze, 03 tucked the book away and explained, “Out of my twenty-five past hosts, twenty-three of them said exactly that after hearing 03’s explanation. As for the remaining two…”

“Utterly ridiculous!” 03 tried its best to mimic their tone, but it fell completely flat, only causing Feng Jue’s expression to turn frostier.

Feng Jue massaged her temples, her brow tightly knit. She wanted nothing more than to completely reject 03’s words. The idea of Xue Bufan becoming a chosen dragon among men again, and even gathering a vast harem… Xue Bufan? A harem?

A Long Aotian?

But surely this ghostly entity hadn’t traveled all this way just to make a fool out of her!

Feng Jue lowered her hand and looked at 03. After studying it closely for a moment, her tense brow gradually smoothed out.

Come to think of it, this thing truly didn’t look like an object from this world. But if she were to just blindly believe everything it said, she would feel a bit foolish.

“I understand,” she said. “In that case, how exactly do you intend to help me… change my destiny?”

By the time she reached the final words, her tone sounded as though she were speaking through gritted teeth.

03, on the other hand, was in a fairly good mood. Although the start of this mission had been a bit rocky, everything had smoothly fallen back into the operational steps it knew best once the introduction was out of the way. It should have introduced itself sooner; the Main System was right—being proactive is how stories begin.

Comforted by this sense of security, 03 floated back a bit and tapped open its golden finger control panel.

In an instant, countless transparent screens unfurled outward with 03 at the center, layering upon one another. They occupied the entire mountain peak, yet it still wasn’t enough, and they continued to expand into the higher, more distant reaches of the sky.

Feng Jue found herself temporarily struck dumb, tilting her head up to stare at the sky.

The transparent screens wove through the clouds, floated amidst the downpour, and stood across the brilliant sunlight, yet they didn’t disturb the drifting of the mist, the falling of the rain, or the shining of the light in the slightest. They existed, yet they caused no disruption, truly resembling otherworldly visitors that had no ties to this realm.

“…”

While its host remained silent, 03 was brimming with professional enthusiasm. As if to showcase its sheer brilliance, it proudly said to Feng Jue, “What is it that you desire, Host? I will work much harder than any old master. 03 is the top-performing golden finger system in the Book Transmigration Department!”

“03’s current recommendation is for you to stay one step ahead of the male protagonist and ascend to immortality. Among the hosts 03 has assisted, 90% of them made this exact choice. 03 can provide you with the absolute best cultivation methods, the finest spiritual elixirs, and the most powerful weapons!”

“03’s mall has everything you could ever need!”

“A mall?” Feng Jue caught the word instantly and asked.

“Once you make your choice, Host, 03 will generate relevant missions for you. These missions are designed to encourage you and will grant corresponding rewards upon completion,” 03 explained.

Feng Jue countered, “And if they aren’t completed?”

“With 03’s assistance, no host has ever failed a mission. Please rest easy, Host; we will certainly complete the mission smoothly this time as well,” 03 assured her. “May I ask if you would like to set rapid immortal ascension as your chosen path to change your destiny?”

It hadn’t told her the consequences of failure at all.

Feng Jue remained silent, lifting her eyes to gaze at the screens filling the sky.

Every single screen represented some grand benefit. The contents displayed on the screen closest to her were enough to make even someone who had seen the finest treasures in the world feel a surge of temptation.

Seeing that Feng Jue remained silent for a long time, 03 floated slightly closer to her face.

Feng Jue snapped out of her thoughts, her fiery eyes beneath her long lashes locking with 03.

Suddenly, her face broke into a radiant smile. “But I already possess the most suitable cultivation method for myself, and I have my own bound natal weapon. I rule over Lanyang Palace and hold countless heavenly treasures in my grasp. Any elixir, weapon, or defensive armor I desire will be brought swiftly to me by the cultivators of the world the moment I speak the word.”

“I began my cultivation at six years old, achieved Foundation Establishment at ten, and attained a Perfect Golden Core at twenty-five. This speed is already unmatched in this world. I possess peerless talent. If I still required your assistance to cultivate under these circumstances, wouldn’t that make me appear utterly incompetent?” Feng Jue’s tone brimmed with pure arrogance, her bright eyes burning with an inner flame as she stared at 03.

The data streams flowing around 03 paused for a fraction of a second, perhaps only 0.001 seconds, before the silver light resumed its steady, lustrous shimmer.

“Then would you like to explore other options, Host?” 03 asked and immediately answered its own question. “Of course you can. We also possess successful data from the other 10% of hosts who chose alternative methods.”

The moment the words fell, the hovering screens dissolved into streaks of light and rushed back into 03’s body, shrinking the silver sphere back to its original size.

03 opened its mission panel, staring intently at the text description as it pondered. Before long, the little lightbulb above its head went ding once again.

It looked up at Feng Jue.

“Respected Host, in order to avoid any future entanglements with the male protagonist, the most convenient method is to become entangled with someone else instead. We simply need to make sure that the two of you don’t end up getting your faces slapped by the male lead together,” 03 suggested, closing its panel as it looked at her.

“Therefore, Host, what are your thoughts on matchmaking?”

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