My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 30.2

The formidable Palace Mistress Feng slightly raised her hand, glaring fiercely through the gap at the Little System, who was hiding behind Matchstick and concealing her sword.

The System’s cheeks puffed out again.

It was her first time using a sword. As a System, when would she ever need such a thing?

03 stored the sword in her backpack, and the system displayed: An extremely expensive and powerful sword.

03’s sword was indeed formidable, piercing straight through the Shen Maiden’s Shen Pearl. The massive Shen disintegrated into countless fragments, impossible to piece back together.

“What a pity,” Feng Jue said, crushing the shattered pieces of the Shen Pearl underfoot. “Whether kept for refinement or sold, these pearls are priceless treasures.”

“I acted impulsively,” 03 said.

“No, you did nothing wrong,” Feng Jue said immediately, stroking 03’s body in praise. “You did well.”

If 03 hadn’t intervened, Feng Jue might not have survived.

At that moment, Qiu Shuangshuang walked over and glanced at the pearl in Feng Jue’s hand. 03’s silvery-white pearl was similar in color and size to the one she had found. Qiu Shuangshuang simply assumed Feng Jue was fond of these pearls and was playing with them, not thinking much of it.

“Palace Mistress,” she asked, “how did that thing die? Did you do it?”

The situation had been critical. The Shen Maiden’s self-destruction had unleashed devastating pressure, turning the seemingly ethereal white mist into something as hard as steel, slamming against the Spiritual Artifact protecting her with a series of bangs. The deafening toll of bells and the roaring shockwaves left her ears ringing. Qiu Shuangshuang only saw a silver flash flicker through the mist, fleeting and dreamlike, before the howling ceased abruptly, the danger vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

Still shaken, Qiu Shuangshuang looked hopefully at Feng Jue.

Feng Jue’s lips curved. “Yes and no. More importantly, you should check on the dead man over there.”

Following Feng Jue’s gaze, Qiu Shuangshuang saw Xue Bufan lying in the seashell. She scratched her head. “Young Master Xue’s cultivation level isn’t high, but he didn’t sustain serious injuries. He probably has a powerful protective Magic Treasure. I gave him some elixirs, so he should wake up soon. Are you alright, Palace Mistress?”

“I’m fine,” Feng Jue said, handing Qiu Shuangshuang a bottle of elixirs. “Go feed these to the Fire Rock Jiao.”

Qiu Shuangshuang, holding the medicine bottle, left respectfully.

Feng Jue glanced at the unconscious Xue Bufan and sneered.

Truly deserving of being the protagonist—what a lucky bastard.

Looking at the soaked old man curled up amidst the shattered shell fragments, Feng Jue frowned and remarked, “Utterly revolting. It’s enough to ruin anyone’s appetite.”

If this face could attract Qiu Shuangshuang… that’s even more repulsive.

03 held up two bottles of chili powder, just about to sprinkle them, when it said, “Ah, it seems Qiu Shuangshuang’s affection for the Host has increased significantly.”

Feng Jue narrowed her eyes. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m not trying to say anything. Just mentioning it, since Qiu Shuangshuang’s name has already been crossed off the list.”

03 stuffed the chili powder bottles into its mouth.

“Tsk, look at you. Where’s the dignity you had when you slaughtered the Shen Maiden?” Feng Jue scoffed, poking at 03’s mouth with her finger, trying to push the bottles in further. But although 03 had a physical form, the bottles didn’t, and Feng Jue’s finger slipped straight into its mouth.

03: Pfft.

Feng Jue: Still as cold as ice.

Please don’t mess with the System, Host.

Feng Jue used a matchstick to pry open her fingers, and 03 sat very obediently in her palm.

Feng Jue smiled. After personally inspecting the remains left behind after the Shen Maiden’s death, she confirmed that, just as Qiu Shuangshuang had said, there were only a few beads and scattered fragments of the shattered shell scattered everywhere. With a wave of her hand, she stored the fragments, including the one beneath Xue Bufan, into her Storage Ring.

This Shen had a very high cultivation level, and its true form was a rare and valuable material for refining artifacts. The fact that she had almost fallen to the Shen Maiden’s hands fueled a silent fury within Feng Jue, which she kept hidden from 03. She planned to take the broken shell fragments back and have Siyi refine them into a small bed or toy for 03.

Qiu Shuangshuang, who was asking Ling Shi about her injuries, heard a splash. Turning around, she saw Xue Bufan had fallen into the water. Feng Jue, standing nearby, pretended not to notice, lost in her own thoughts.

Qiu Shuangshuang scratched her head, knowing Feng Jue disliked Xue Bufan. But Xue Bufan had been the first person to save her, and Feng Jue had also saved her life. Caught in the middle, she didn’t dare say anything. Silently, she walked over and fished Xue Bufan out of the water.

“Young Master Xue, please wake up,” she pleaded, her voice thick with unshed tears. Just as she was about to burst into tears to relieve the pressure, Xue Bufan groaned and opened his eyes.

“Young Master Xue!” Qiu Shuangshuang exclaimed, turning to shout, “Palace Mistress Feng, Young Master Xue is—”

But the platform was deserted. The fiery red figure had vanished, having crossed to the other side of the lake at some point.

Qiu Shuangshuang: “……”

Didn’t she refuse to use her spiritual power and insisted on walking across the ice? Qiu Shuangshuang had even prepared to drag Young Master Xue to safety. How had Palace Mistress Feng crossed over so quickly? And why had she even brought out the Spirit House?

A sudden pang of melancholy gripped her. Her fingers slipped, and with a splash, Xue Bufan plunged back into the water. His black hair clung to his face and body, accentuating his grotesque features and making him look like a vengeful water demon from ancient legends.

Qiu Shuangshuang shivered. “Young Master Xue, it’s safe now. The Palace Mistress Feng killed the Shen Maiden, and all the vines have vanished. Let’s get out of the water!”

Xue Bufan seemed to be in a trance, his eyes vacant as he stared ahead, his face drained of color. It was unclear if he had heard Qiu Shuangshuang’s words. She only heard him mutter to himself, “…A trial? A trial for me?”

“Don’t joke around! That was a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator!”

What trial? What Nascent Soul Stage? Who is Young Master Xue talking to?

Qiu Shuangshuang hesitantly called out to Xue Bufan. He snapped out of his daze, covering his forehead and shaking his head. With effort, he managed a smile and said, “My apologies. The Shen Maiden’s self-destruction left me disoriented. Thank you for your assistance, Miss Qiu.”

Qiu Shuangshuang smiled, her dimples peeking out. “I’m just glad you’re alright,” she said cheerfully. “I only fed you some elixirs. Besides, you saved me earlier, and without your guidance through the Labyrinth, I wouldn’t have escaped at all! As for the Shen Maiden, that was Palace Mistress Feng’s doing!”

When Qiu Shuangshuang mentioned the Feng Jue, her voice filled with reverence.

Xue Bufan’s gaze turned toward the jade chamber on the shore. After a moment of silence, he said, “Yes, once I reach land, I must personally thank Palace Mistress Feng for saving my life.”

Within the barrier-sealed Jade Chamber, the sound of water permeated the air.

The lowered silk curtains concealed the screen and the rising steam.

The severely wounded Fire Rock Jiao had consumed numerous elixirs, healing most of its physical wounds. Now coiled on the floor, it focused on refining the Serpent Core within its body. The sooner it refined the Serpent Core, the sooner it could elevate its cultivation, and the less pain it would feel from future beatings!

The Fire Rock Jiao’s eyes brimmed with tears.

The room echoed with the sound of water and the scraping of scales against the floor as the Jiao swam. In the corner, the vase that had once held only green bamboo now contained two lush branches of flowering branches. Purple petals crowded together, releasing a faint fragrance.

The room was quiet and peaceful.

Clack.

The teacup on the table emitted an incongruous clatter.

Ling Shi, whose large head had been tucked under the table as she pondered the matter of reaching Golden Core in three years, Nascent Soul in ten, Spirit Transformation in a hundred, and Dragon Transformation in a thousand—how her former host had been blasted to pieces—lifted her azure eyes to stare intently under the table.

Ling Shi: Stare.

After a while, another clatter. Curious, Ling Shi withdrew her head from under the table, raising it to eye level with the surface. She observed cautiously. When her host had returned, he had placed something in the teacup and sealed it tightly. She hadn’t seen what it was.

A crack appeared between the lid and bowl, revealing a soft, glowing light.

Ling Shi let out a curious “Hwo?” and tilted her head.

Clink.

The lid bumped against the bowl again, widening the crack. The object inside seemed to turn, and a thin black thread, as fine as a dragon’s eyelash, slithered out through the gap, feeling along the inner wall of the bowl.

“Hwo?” Ling Shi’s eyes widened instantly as she leaned closer.

Let Jiao see what this thing is!

A shadow fell over the bowl, and the soft light inside flickered, then froze.

It doesn’t move, Jiao won’t move. Ling Shi stared at the bowl, her jade-green eyes shining with intensity.

Come on! Let’s see who has the patience!

The air grew tense as the Fire Rock Jiao’s horns began to emit fiery sparks. Just as Ling Shi’s eyes were about to cross from staring so intently, the seemingly lifeless bowl on the table suddenly sprang open with a pop, and 03 shot upright like a coiled spring.

“Hello,” 03 said politely.

AO ROAR!!

Startled, the Fire Rock Jiao reared its massive head, its upper body thrashing wildly in the air.

Splash.

The sound of water from behind the gauzy curtain grew louder, as if someone were rising from the bath. Feng Jue emerged, clad in her undergarments and draped in a fresh robe. She must have added something to the bath, for when the curtain lifted, a thick cloud of steam and fragrant mist billowed out.

“What’s the fuss about?” Feng Jue asked.

The Fire Rock Jiao stopped dancing and quickly swam over to hide behind Feng Jue.

Feng Jue raised her hand, her fingers combing through her hair as her spiritual power stirred. The steam surrounding her vanished in an instant. She walked over with her long hair loose, her pale fingertips lifting the lid of the teapot and placing it beside the teacup containing 03. She then pulled over a new teacup.

The fragrance of brewing tea wafted from the small stove.

Assuming it hadn’t done anything wrong, 03 nonchalantly poked its head out of the teacup to watch Feng Jue pour the tea.

Feng Jue glanced at it. “What’s so funny?”

03’s voice was steady, clear as snow on Cang Mountain, and light as clouds in the high sky.

“I’m not laughing,” it said.

Feng Jue blew away the steam, took a small sip, and stared meaningfully at 03, which now had bubbles rising from its head.

Still unashamed, 03 continued to float, bubbles swirling around it like confetti, as it faced the host and the Jiao twisted into a knot beside the table. Feng Jue raised an eyebrow, blew to cool the tea, and poured the warm liquid into the teacup containing 03.

The warm tea instantly enveloped the silver System.

So this is what it feels like to be surrounded by water, 03 thought. Though it still couldn’t sense the temperature, the gentle buoyancy was intriguing. The circle representing its mouth paused momentarily before beginning to “bubble-bubble.”

What’s it doing?

Feng Jue’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she rested her cheek in one hand, the other poking at 03 in the teacup. “You should wash up too,” she said with a smile.

This was top-grade Spring Snow tea, costing a thousand or two gold pieces. Its fragrance lingered in the mouth, and it nourished spiritual power and smoothed the spirit veins. The clear, bright tea broth, now infused with a shiny little System, made for an intriguing combination.

The four matchstick-like appendages of 03 emerged from the tea, and it thought, Alright, it seems the Host wants everything around her to smell nice. Even with a physical form, a System couldn’t actually smell. But analyzing the description of the tea’s fragrance sounded pleasant enough, so it could accept that. If the fragrance faded, it could simply roll around on the Host’s clothes to regain its scent.

Leaning against the cup’s wall, two of 03’s matchstick-like appendages rested on the rim, making it look as if it were truly soaking in a bath.

Feng Jue glanced at it, then glanced again, and finally couldn’t contain her laughter, turning away and covering her mouth with a giggle.

Question marks appeared above 03’s head, but Feng Jue, her lips curved in a youthful smile, cheerfully retrieved the war trophies she had captured earlier. She soaked each one in the tea, washed them one by one, and placed them in a delicately carved jade bowl patterned with butterflies.

There were five beads in total, arranged by Feng Jue in a petal-like formation. Finally, she fished out 03, carefully dried it, and placed it in the empty center.

It fit perfectly.

The question marks reappeared above 03’s head as it nestled against the five beads.

Feng Jue smiled radiantly, her face like a blooming flower, and flicked away the question marks. “Look, there are six 03s!”

The Fire Rock Jiao slithered closer, its neck twisting this way and that as it peered at the scene.

Squished among the beads, 03 calmly stated, “There’s only one 03.”

Moreover, it was no longer the same 03 as before.

It had become more solid, more powerful!

03 opened the Shop and showed Feng Jue the long string of Points, its voice firm and steady. “I am a Powerful System.”

As the most exceptional Cheat System in the Book Transmigration Department, having earned so many Points, it was finally time to exchange them for its own cheat ability!

“I can protect you,” 03 said in its usual calm tone, as serene as when it greeted her. Feng Jue already knew the firmness of its promise.

Even if it meant breaking the rules and facing punishment, it still chose to protect her.

Feng Jue’s lips curved slowly. She feared she would never forget that moment between life and death, in the dim, sinking water, when a silver system plunged into the water and grasped her hand.

Her fingers, as if still tingling from the touch, twitched. Suddenly, she raised her hand and channeled a wisp of spiritual power.

A purple flower, nestled among the green bamboo in the vase in the corner, drifted lazily out. Cradled by the spiritual power, it flew into Feng Jue’s palm. She took the flower and placed it atop the Silver System’s head.

This time, it didn’t fall off.

The flower-adorned 03 met Feng Jue’s gaze.

Feng Jue smiled faintly, her face cradled in her hands. Her long hair, backlit by sunlight, glimmered with a golden edge. Her radiant smile held no shadows, her usual solemnity vanished, leaving her looking like an impossibly beautiful woman of the Mortal Realm. In a soft, languid voice, she murmured, “From now on, I’ll be counting on you, 03.”

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