My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 35

The System Ball crawled off the ground and dusted itself off, even though it didn’t have any dust to shake off.

After carefully considering the Host’s words, it concluded that this must be Feng Jue’s guarantee. The System (in a non-physical sense) felt a slight sense of relief, and a small flower sprouted atop its head.

But humans are fickle creatures, and it’s unwise to relax too soon. The System needed to understand the principle of preparing for danger in times of peace, so it resolved to continue watching over the Host and find her a satisfactory cultivation partner as soon as possible!

03 opened the mission list for the Host and drew a red line under the last mission to emphasize its importance.

“Host, there’s one more thing,” 03 said, sharing the information it had obtained from its friend Lin earlier.

Upon learning that the Chongshan Immortal Venerable had already ascended, Feng Jue was shaken but also relieved. She couldn’t help but exclaim, “My caution was justified! That ring of Xue Bufan’s is truly some kind of mystery!”

03 flipped open its work log and began recording as it spoke, “Though rare, there are cases where the ‘Old Grandpa’ who grants a ‘second chance’ is a late-stage villain. In such stories, the protagonist will suffer while killing the villain. Here, I’ll skip two chapters of psychological description.”

“In this kind of plot, Old Grandpa is 99% likely to develop an interest in the protagonist’s body, aiming to cultivate them to perfection before possessing them. Though the villain always ends up failing in the end.”

“Oh, and the remaining 1% of the time, Old Grandpa isn’t actually a grandpa, but a grandmother—a beautiful one at that—who becomes emotionally entangled with the protagonist and can’t bring himself to act.”

Feng Jue: “……”

Feng Jue: “…………”

Whether it was the thought of “Old Grandpa’s interest in the protagonist’s body” or “the grandmother’s emotional entanglement,” both scenarios left Feng Jue deeply unsettled, unable to calm down.

The mere thought of Xue Bufan’s grotesquely ugly face twisting into a painful, “my benefactor is my enemy” expression, filled with false affection, made Feng Jue’s eyes ache. She quickly covered her face, took a deep breath, and tried to banish the horrifying image from her mind.

03 tilted its head back to look at Feng Jue, a question mark appearing above its head.

Feng Jue struggled to focus on serious matters. “He dared impersonate the Chongshan Immortal Venerable to manipulate Xue Bufan into searching for Spiritual Consciousness Fragments for him. He must be a man who knows the inheritance of the Chongshan Immortal Palace. His age and cultivation level are likely far beyond what we imagine. I suspect he’s one of the cultivators who infiltrated the Immortal Palace since the opening of the Chongshan Secret Realm.”

03 created a file for Xue Bufan’s “Old Grandpa,” recording Feng Jue’s analysis.

Feng Jue rose and said slowly, “Based on what we’ve experienced since entering the Immortal Palace, the trials set by Chongshan Immortal Venerable are merely for selecting disciples. He has no intention of killing cultivators; even those who fail the final trial receive a treasure. However, Shen, who defied his will, sought to kill all the cultivators who entered the trials. She was carrying out the New Master’s orders.”

“Whether ‘Old Grandpa’ and the ‘New Master’ are the same person, or if they’re connected, we can’t ascertain. But someone capable of repairing a shattered Spiritual Root is no ordinary being. Centuries ago, the great war between righteous and evil factions claimed countless senior cultivators, including many great masters who perished in that conflict.” Feng Jue lowered her gaze, her voice soft as she spoke to 03, “Now, Lanyang Palace has only one Deity Transformation Stage Elder in secluded cultivation. Without knowing ‘Old Grandpa’s’ cultivation level, we must avoid rash action. At least for now, he won’t leave Xue Bufan’s side. Let’s not alert the snake by striking prematurely. We’ll observe the situation quietly.”

The 03 Ball, sitting on the table, drew large question marks on two blank mission documents. After finishing the “meeting minutes,” it flashed Feng Jue a thumbs-up.

Having finished her analysis, Feng Jue had already gone to bed and pulled out two pieces of the Wowo Two-Piece Set, but she was still missing the final piece.

With business concluded, Feng Jue could finally relax.

The woman lay on her side, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She propped her cheek with one hand and lazily extended the other, her pale palm patting the light blue bedsheet.

Come.

The silver ball whistled through the air and landed where Feng Jue had patted the sheet. A small matchstick-like object flipped open a large illustrated book.

Feng Jue shifted her position, gazing up at the gauzy canopy above her. “Still,” she murmured, “it’s more convenient to have something you can touch.”

The System Ball flipped through the pages and read aloud, leaving Feng Jue free to simply listen.

Now that 03 could repel enemies externally and read books internally, it was truly a perfect companion—aside from the occasional need to vent her frustration.

Feng Jue chuckled softly, stroked 03’s head, and closed her eyes.

No matter what schemes or demons she might face in the future, at least she had 03 by her side.

Soon, the clear, crisp sound of reading filled the air, recounting the tale’s love, hatred, and entanglements to a single listener.

Outside the Jade House, Qiu Shuangshuang returned with armfuls of grass and skillfully built herself a nest using the grass and large leaves—a technique she’d learned from the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon.

Strangely, Palace Master Feng hadn’t thrown the dragon out to guard the night.

Feeling a pang of loneliness, Qiu Shuangshuang lay down in her grassy bed, pulling the leaves over herself, the night’s solitude settling around her.

Ah.

Once, she had been a Young Miss, living a life of luxury with golden halls, jade beds, brocade robes, and delicacies. Now, she found contentment in sleeping on the bare ground in a grass nest. How fickle the world was, truly a cause for sighs!

Qiu Shuangshuang pouted, turning to gaze at the nearby Jade House, tears of envy welling in her eyes.

I wish I could sleep on the floor again!

Palace Master Feng had once made her sleep on the floor before. Why wouldn’t she let her now? Had Palace Master Feng forgotten about her?

Exhausted, Qiu Shuangshuang’s head drooped, and she fell into a deep sleep.

She awoke to a cacophony of noise, her honed vigilance propelling her upright. She drew her magical artifacts, peering warily toward the source of the commotion like a wary creature in the jungle.

A large group of people approached, their unrestrained chatter and stomping feet merging into a cacophony that shattered her peaceful slumber.

Qiu Shuangshuang swallowed hard, glancing at the Jade House, which lacked any protective barrier. Her heart raced with unease. During previous night watches, the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon had always warned Palace Master Feng of spirit beast attacks, rendering her presence unnecessary. But now… was she supposed to be the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon?

Qiu Shuangshuang let out a small whimper.

A warning!

There was no movement within the Jade House, but the approaching group suddenly froze, their leader barking, “Who’s there?!”

Qiu Shuangshuang felt a flicker of fear, but she wasn’t the same person she had been before. She was the Qiu Shuangshuang who had survived the Dungeon, escaped the Illusionary Realm, climbed the Ladder to Immortality, and defeated the Thunder Beast!

Besides, Palace Master Feng was right behind her. What was there to fear?

With a spring-like leap, Qiu Shuangshuang soared into the air and shouted, “Who are you? Don’t you know this place is reserved by this Young Miss?”

Was that too arrogant? Qiu Shuangshuang thought, regretting her words as she landed stiffly on a thick tree branch, her long spear pointed at the group below.

The figures below tilted their heads back, their gazes meeting hers.

Silence stretched between them.

A cool morning breeze rustled through the foliage, lifting the hem of their brown robes and carrying maple leaves embroidered on the fabric to catch Qiu Shuangshuang’s eye.

Look, look! Don’t they look familiar?

Qiu Shuangshuang froze. Her legs wobbled, and she instinctively tried to flee.

The woman leading the group below barked, “Qiu Shuangshuang!”

“So you did sneak out! And you dare to enter the Chongshan Secret Realm? Stop right there!”

Tears streaming down her face, Qiu Shuangshuang fled toward the Jade House, screaming for help.

Inside the Jade House, the woman, who had long sensed the commotion outside, remained unmoved, drinking tea and enjoying pastries while casually considering how to feed them to the 03 Ball.

03 pushed aside Feng Jue’s meddling hand, declaring solemnly, “I cannot consume human food.”

Even with a physical form, it was still fundamentally a data entity.

“Hmph,” Feng Jue said dismissively, carelessly tossing the pastry back onto the plate. She wiped her fingers with a handkerchief and, as she stood, casually draped the cloth over 03.

The 03 Ball wriggled out from under the handkerchief and floated over to Feng Jue.

Feng Jue retrieved one of the Beads from her Storage Ring, plucked 03 from the air, and held both beads in her hand, twirling them thoughtfully.

“This makes me sound like a stuffy old woman,” Feng Jue said disdainfully.

03 and the other bead spun lazily in her hand. “Dizzy,” it said calmly.

Well, keep spinning, you unsightly ball, Feng Jue thought, deliberately shaking her hand. She strode out of the Jade House.

Qiu Shuangshuang had already been apprehended by the Autumn Water Pavilion disciples, clinging to her last breath.

“Eldest Senior Sister!” Qiu Shuangshuang cried out, seizing the leader’s hand in desperation.

Suppressing her anger, the woman sighed. “Junior Sister,” she said.

Qiu Shuangshuang’s tears suddenly spilled over as she looked past the woman to the others behind her.

“Second Senior Brother!”

“Junior Sister!”

“Third Senior Brother!”

“Fourth Senior Sister!”

“Junior Sister!”

“Junior Sister!”

Feng Jue: “……”

How noisy.

She felt like she was watching a flock of parrots chattering in a forest.

The Eldest Senior Sister of Autumn Water Pavilion, looking relatively composed, pulled Qiu Shuangshuang behind her and turned to face the woman emerging from the house. The woman wore golden feathers and jade robes, her ethereal beauty unforgettable at a glance. Among all the people she had ever seen, aside from Qiu Shuangshuang, this woman was the most striking, her aura extraordinary.

Wei Yutong stepped forward to shield Qiu Shuangshuang, bowing respectfully to Feng Jue. “Wei Yutong, Head Disciple of Autumn Water Pavilion,” she said cautiously. “I don’t know how to address Senior…”

Feng Jue made no effort to conceal her aura. Her cultivation far surpassed that of the others, which was why the Autumn Water Pavilion disciples addressed her as “Senior.”

Toying with her System Ball, Feng Jue curled her lips into a faint, somewhat gentle smile. “Lanyang Palace, Feng Jue,” she drawled lazily.

Wei Yutong’s eyes widened in astonishment, awe, and a sense of relief. Beside her, Qiu Shuangshuang noticed Wei Yutong’s expression and looked puzzled.

She had heard about Feng Jue before—praise of her talent and admiration for her perfectly cultivated Golden Core—but surely that wasn’t enough to warrant such a reaction from Wei Yutong? Was there something she didn’t know?

“So you’re Palace Master Feng!” Wei Yutong said with a smile. “I’ve heard about Lanyang Palace and you from Master and Senior Sister. Even though I don’t know how you came to meet Junior Sister Shuangshuang, you must have caused her quite a bit of trouble. Please accept my apologies on behalf of Master and Senior Sister.”

Hearing this, Qiu Shuangshuang immediately stamped her foot, protesting indignantly, “I didn’t cause any trouble! I—I’m very well-behaved!”

The Autumn Water Pavilion disciples surrounding her chuckled, and several Senior Sister Apprentices patted her on the head with amused smiles.

Feng Jue looked up at the scene, raised an eyebrow, and said languidly, “Not bad.” Initially afraid of Feng Jue, Qiu Shuangshuang had later progressed to a mix of fear and respect. Aside from her occasional whining, she dared not cause any trouble for the Palace Master.

Only then did Wei Yutong breathe a sigh of relief. She pulled Qiu Shuangshuang forward and urged her to thank Feng Jue.

Qiu Shuangshuang displayed her typical sibling defiance, lifting her chin. “I’ve already thanked Palace Master Feng!” she declared. “If you’d brought me along from the start, would I have been in danger so many times? If Palace Master Feng and Young Master Xue hadn’t saved me, you wouldn’t have seen me at all! Hmph!”

The disciples of the Autumn Water Pavilion paled, urgently asking Qiu Shuangshuang what exactly had happened.

Feng Jue felt something poke her hand. She glanced down to see the System’s panel rise in her palm:

I can’t talk to you anymore. Bubble System is crying.

“Learn the Voice Transmission Technique,” Feng Jue said.

My operating principles differ from your cultivation techniques. May I exchange for a voice-transmitting device? You just need to wear it on your ear, and I’ll choose the most beautiful one for you.

“If you obtain a human body, can you learn the magical techniques of this world?” Feng Jue asked.

Yes.

With a human body, you become human. You can do anything humans can, with all five senses intact—whether cultivating, eating, or sleeping. You’d be an ordinary, human.

Feng Jue pinched 03 and said, “No need to exchange for a human form. Once we send these people on their way, you can do whatever you want.”

She didn’t mention the matter of 03 being human again. Their relationship had already advanced to a new stage, having reached a point where the System had broken the rules to save her. If she asked, 03 would undoubtedly exchange its System form for a human body.

Despite how 03 treated her, Feng Jue didn’t want to impose her own preferences on it. The System had previously expressed that being human wasn’t necessarily better than being a System. Besides… this System was like a flower that, when it bloomed, did so with stunning brilliance. Feng Jue could see that 03 was “struggling to make ends meet.” It was better for it to keep accumulating points, after all—

She wasn’t the endpoint of 03’s mission.

03 felt another pinch, but this time it lasted for a long moment. Confused, it tilted its head back to look at Feng Jue.

From this angle, Feng Jue remained as beautiful as ever. She didn’t lower her gaze, quietly watching the lively disciples of the Autumn Water Pavilion.

Qiu Shuangshuang had just finished recounting her experiences, including her time at Chongshan Immortal Palace. The disciples sent to Chongshan Immortal Palace were carefully selected by the two Pavilion Masters of the Autumn Water Pavilion. One of the main reasons they ventured into the Chongshan Secret Realm was to claim the Immortal Palace’s Inheritance.

Qiu Shuangshuang only said that she had stopped at the second level.

Hearing about the dangers she had faced after running away from home, Wei Yutong and the others were both shocked and delighted. They were shocked by the repeated perils she had encountered, yet delighted that she had turned danger into safety and even reached the second level of the Immortal Palace!

Wei Yutong said, “Junior Brother Zhao and I were dragged into the Dungeon by a Teleportation Talisman. Unfortunately, even though we escaped the Illusionary Realm, we couldn’t enter the next level. I wonder where we went wrong.”

Qiu Shuangshuang blushed awkwardly, stealing a glance at Feng Jue.

Because Palace Master Feng directly cleared the next level!

Feng Jue’s expression remained indifferent, her eyebrows not even twitching as she replied lazily, “Since we’ve met here, I’ll take her away. Qiu Shuangshuang, with this, our agreement is fulfilled.”

Qiu Shuangshuang said, moved, “Thank you, Palace Master Feng!”

The disciples of the Autumn Water Pavilion bowed in gratitude to Feng Jue again. Suddenly, Wei Yutong remembered something and looked up at Feng Jue, recounting what had happened after they left the Illusionary Realm.

She said, “Junior Brother Zhao, I, and the other cultivators who survived the Illusionary Realm all owe you a debt of gratitude. But people’s hearts are unpredictable. For the sake of opportunity, many take desperate risks, committing evil and violence.”

The Chongshan Immortal Palace was so conspicuous that it could be seen from anywhere in the Secret Realm with a single glance upward. Its sudden disappearance meant that the opportunity within the Immortal Palace had been seized by someone else.

Wei Yutong said, “Cultivators from other sects are still searching and asking around. If word gets out that you were chosen by the Immortal Palace, it could be dangerous.”

Though she didn’t know what the opportunity was or who had taken it, no one could remain calm in the face of such a chance. This was the cultivation world, where everyone fought fiercely for their own gain!

Feng Jue had originally intended to turn and leave, but at Wei Yutong’s words, she glanced sideways at her. The pride and disdain that flowed through her very bones surged back, surging wildly and accumulating in her expression. Though these were qualities she shouldn’t flaunt, they flared openly, forming a dazzling, icy peak of her beauty.

“Then let them come,” Feng Jue said, stroking the System that was staring at her. She smiled faintly.

The frustration she’d endured from the Shen Maiden, which she hadn’t been able to vent on the Thunder Beast, and then the long-suppressed tension from carrying books in the Library Pavilion—it had all built up until she couldn’t contain it any longer.

She craved a fierce battle more than anyone, a chance to unleash the fighting spirit burning within her!

“I’ll wait for them,” Feng Jue murmured.

One by one, she would personally send them on their way.

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