My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 34.2

Unfazed, Xue Bufan muttered to himself, “I need to hurry and find the Foundation Establishment materials I promised Xiaotao. Because of me, Miss Qiu ended up in a dangerous place and probably didn’t collect anything worthwhile. I should compensate her with some spirit materials suitable for the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even though Palace Master Feng and I have a rift, I still need to offer an apology… Master, please help me. After all, it was you who made me pry that Spirit Stone and offend Senior Sister Apprentice!”

The Spiritual Consciousness (Remnant Spirit) roared with fury, cursing, “That girl wasn’t wrong about you, you fickle, womanizing fool! Your head is full of women, and you never think of yourself! How is it wrong for me to plan for your sake?”

Xue Bufan remained silent.

After berating Xue Bufan for a long time, the Spiritual Consciousness, panting heavily, suddenly remembered the precious treasure hidden in his Cave Dwelling on the Nanyang Continent. Its twisted form in the ring gradually solidified, and a sinister smile spread across its face. “Enough! I gave you such a precious treasure to heal your Spiritual Root. Now that Feng Jue has also become my apprentice, how could I show favoritism? In my Cave Dwelling on the Nanyang Continent, besides the Spiritual Consciousness Fragment, there’s another magical artifact. You must find it and deliver it to Feng Jue—it’s this master’s heartfelt gift.”

As the Spiritual Consciousness spoke, it materialized into a faint, ethereal form and leaned close to Xue Bufan’s ear. A faint black mist emerged from its already translucent body and slithered into his ear canal.

“You must obediently follow my instructions and deliver that artifact to your Senior Sister Apprentice.”

Xue Bufan froze, his gaze gradually becoming vacant. After a long pause, he said, “Yes, Master. I will obey your every word.”

Feng Jue, claiming she needed rest, found a secluded and quiet spot to set down her Spiritual Dwelling. Without even looking up, she walked inside.

She removed a Companion from her arm and placed it on the table.

“Here.” Feng Jue raised her arm, pointing to the red marks left by the matchstick, her expression cold and stern.

03 stood at attention with hands clasped behind his back, his round eyes fixed on Feng Jue’s arm.

Feng Jue’s Golden Core cultivation showed no outward signs. She was a woman—a strikingly beautiful woman with a slender frame and delicate bones. Having reached the Golden Core stage, her youthful beauty was frozen in time, and her luminous, porcelain-like skin made the red marks stand out like crimson blossoms against snow, drawing immediate attention.

The Companion noticed as well.

“I’m sorry,” 03 said apologetically. “This is my first time holding a human arm.”

Lacking experience and acting hastily, it raised the matchstick, indicating that the matchstick was to blame.

Feng Jue retrieved a chopstick from her Storage Ring and repeatedly tapped the matchstick. The Bubble System began to wail loudly.

“…Who taught you that?” Feng Jue demanded.

The matchstick pointed toward Qiu Shuangshuang, who was guarding outside.

Feng Jue’s chest heaved as she took a deep breath, then tapped the matchstick again.

“Why learn the bad when you can learn the good?”

03 lowered its head in shame, pressing it against the table.

After the reprimand, it was time for serious business.

Feng Jue asked, “Why are you in such a hurry?”

Still ashamed, 03 lay face-down on the table—though for a ball, there was no real “face-down”—two matchstick legs emerged from its underside, kicking at the air. “Don’t get too close to the protagonist,” the System said. “Avoid any inexplicable entanglements.”

Remember our overarching goal and mission at all times!

Feng Jue took another deep breath, invisible flames blazing atop her head. She raised her jade chopsticks and forcefully rapped the System on its “bottom.”

Clack!

The crisp sound of jade striking jade echoed from the System’s rear. The System jumped up, clutching its “bottom,” its matchstick legs bracing against the table, a shocked exclamation mark floating above its head.

Feng Jue sneered. “That’s for you.”

“Tell me, why has this situation come to this? Hm? Senior Sister Apprentice of Xue Bufan, Miss Golden Finger System 03? Who is she doing all this for? For which ball?!”

The bubble-like thoughts above the System’s head rose and fell, rose and fell.

After a long pause, the System pushed aside the jade chopsticks pressing against it. It retrieved a small sword from its backpack.

Calmly, it declared, “I’m going to kill him.”

The Main System had said this world was different from previous ones, requiring more exploration. It could even grant itself Golden Finger abilities to assist its Host. Surely killing a protagonist would be within its purview.

Feng Jue slammed it onto the table with a thud, took a deep breath, and said sternly, “That’s your junior brother now.”

03 remained calm.

If I kill him, I’ll have no junior brother.

Feng Jue’s vision darkened momentarily. Now that 03 had materialized, it seemed even more… audacious.

03 processed its logic:

[Feng Jue has her own principles and won’t kill the protagonist.]

[The System has no such principles and can kill the protagonist.]

[If the Host kills the protagonist, the world will likely collapse.]

[If the System kills the protagonist, the world might not collapse.]

[If the protagonist dies, the System will have no junior brother.]

[The Host won’t have to worry about entanglements with the protagonist.]

[Mission… accomplished?]

[Mission accomplished means it’s time to return to the System World…]

Clutching the little sword, 03 froze, looking up at Feng Jue.

Feng Jue was rubbing her temples, her wide sleeves pooling around her elbows. A golden ring, studded with a gem that glimmered faintly with each movement, adorned her wrist.

Beneath the ring, the mark it had left earlier remained, the pale scar glaringly visible.

03: Drawing my sword, I look around, my heart empty.

Suddenly, it didn’t want to go. 03 sheathed the little sword in its backpack and said, “Please be careful, Host. Don’t get cut by my sword.”

It’s very sharp.

Feng Jue continued to massage her temples. Her lips, partially hidden by the drooping sleeve, curled into a smirk, and she let out a derisive snort. Leaning against the table, she propped her cheek in one hand and stared at the sphere on the table, then sighed softly. “You’re not going?” she asked slowly.

“Let’s not go,” Feng Jue said lazily, pushing the teacup towards 03.

Feng Jue picked up the teacup and said languidly, “No matter how you spin it, I’m still covering for you and pretending to deal with him. How can I possibly present you to anyone now? I’ll have to hide you away to avoid any complications.”

A corporeal System inevitably causes trouble.

03 reflected for three seconds, then opened a dialogue window with the Main System. Amidst a sea of question marks and strange emoticons, it scrolled up to find the Main System’s quote, counted the zeros again, and then opened its inventory to count the zeros in its balance.

A tangled mass of black lines emerged from the bubble.

If I’d known this beforehand, I wouldn’t have exchanged for those ingredients.

“The world is unpredictable,” 03 said sagely.

Feng Jue: “Pfft.” She nearly choked on her tea, staring in surprise at the dejected System. “Why the sudden philosophical mood?”

A System’s troubles are not worth sharing with its Host.

Even with a human body, I can’t casually kill the protagonist.

But there’s something I need to make crystal clear to Feng Jue.

03 floated up and hovered in front of Feng Jue. “From now on, when I ask you to do something, please pay attention. This is a very serious matter.”

Feng Jue lazily raised her eyelids, watching to see what tricks it was up to.

03 raised a matchstick.

Feng Jue raised her hand.

“I, Host 3520 of Golden Finger System 03!” 03 declared with deliberate emphasis.

Feng Jue didn’t even bother to look up, lazily repeating the words while internally scoffing, “Wow, you’ve managed quite a few hosts, haven’t you?”

03’s unlit matchstick patted Feng Jue’s hand, reminding her to take this seriously.

“I, Feng Jue, swear by the great Data God that I will never develop any emotional entanglements with the protagonist beyond what is absolutely necessary. We will remain as ordinary humans, bound by the relationships between ordinary humans!” 03 continued with dramatic emphasis, reciting the oath with fervent conviction. “I, Feng Jue, will diligently complete my tasks with the assistance of Golden Finger System 03, alter my predetermined fate, and forge a new path in life!”

Feng Jue was nearly dying of laughter inside. After enduring the oath-taking, she watched as the silver-shimmering system lowered its hand, and a relieved emoji popped up in the accompanying bubble.

“Satisfied?” Feng Jue poked the 03 Ball, chuckling. “I’ve heard of the Earth God and the Kitchen God, but who’s this Data God?”

The matchstick clamped around Feng Jue’s finger, urging her not to poke the system recklessly. It explained, “The Data God doesn’t actually exist. It’s a fabrication conjured up by the Main System.”

Feng Jue froze, thinking, Is that even allowed?

“If it doesn’t exist,” she pressed, “why make me swear an oath to a fictional deity? Shouldn’t I swear by the Heavenly Dao instead?”

The system released her finger, patted it, and replied in its usual calm tone.

“Impossible.”

“In your world, Human Cultivators swear oaths to the Heavenly Dao, and breaking them invites backlash. But the Data God is different,” 03 explained. “Even if you ultimately follow the original fate, it would only mean my mission failed. You wouldn’t be harmed.”

Feng Jue was stunned. Amidst the faint, lingering fragrance in the room, she suddenly lunged forward and pinned 03 against the table.

The pinned System: ?

This feels strangely familiar, as if I’ve just experienced it.

Blindfolded by darkness, the System couldn’t see Feng Jue’s bewildered expression as she sat at the table.

“You…” Feng Jue closed her eyes.

Her mind was truly overwhelmed by 03’s earlier words. How else could a mere ball disrupt her composure at such a critical moment?

This can’t be happening.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil within her. Slowly, she released 03, finding the ball still a ball, and herself still herself.

Thank goodness, thank goodness.

Feng Jue let out a sigh of relief, her lips curling with arrogant disdain as she flicked 03 with her finger, sending the ball rolling a couple of times. “Rest assured,” she declared, “rather than develop feelings for Xue Bufan, I’d far prefer to like a ball.”

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