My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 36.1

The greatest opportunity within the Chongshan Secret Realm had fallen into Feng Jue’s hands. With the Secret Realm nearing its closure, an air of restlessness permeated the entire area. Cultivator conflicts escalated to unprecedented levels, with scenes of opportunistic interference and murder for loot unfolding everywhere.

Perched on a tree branch, 03 disguised itself as a fruit, quietly observing the scene unfolding nearby.

Scarlet flames roared wildly, their path marked by wails of agony. Splattered blood was instantly devoured by the inferno. Feng Jue, her face as cold as frost, remained unshaken amidst the cultivator’s desperate pleas for mercy, methodically ending his life.

The battlefield fell silent. The wind carried the stench of blood and charred flesh into the distance, yet failed to attract any covetous spiritual beasts.

A profound stillness settled over the area, even the birdsong absent—Feng Jue had already purged the fierce spiritual beasts from the vicinity. Now she stood amid the wreckage, her long whip clattering to the ground, her chest heaving with exertion.

In the tree, 03 plucked two leaves and placed them on its head.

The tender, pointed leaves rested atop its dark eye patches. Clutching a matchstick, 03 thought: Feng Jue is in a foul mood.

Few Golden Core Stage cultivators had entered the Secret Realm compared to those at the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refinement stages. When the realm’s barrier was intact, one might go months without encountering another cultivator. But now—03 glanced at the charred corpse beneath Feng Jue’s feet and continued thinking: Greed is truly terrifying.

As a Companion, it never expected Feng Jue to claim every beautiful woman in the world who had any connection to the protagonist. So why did these people still think they could overwhelm Feng Jue with sheer numbers?

Today alone, she had encountered two groups of Golden Core Stage Spiritual Beasts, and Feng Jue had already changed her clothes twice. How could she possibly be in a good mood?

Up in the tree, 03, who had spent the day pretending to pick fruit, plucked a leaf and draped it over its head.

Nearby, Feng Jue put away her magic tool and glanced at 03 from afar. 03 hurriedly lifted the leaf, plucked a nearby fruit it had been peacefully coexisting with all morning, and flew unsteadily over to Feng Jue, circling her.

“Feng Jue, do you want to eat the fruit first or take a bath?” 03 asked.

Considering how busy Feng Jue had been all day, it added, “Do you even want to bathe?”

Feng Jue: “……”

Bath? What bath?! I should bathe you first!

Feng Jue reached out, snatched the fruit 03 had picked, and stored it in her Storage Ring.

“With two days left before the Secret Realm closes, these rogue cultivators are resorting to any means—forming factions, killing other cultivators, and looting Storage Rings,” Feng Jue said with disdain.

What a burden it is for the Host to punish evil and uphold justice!

03 tapped Feng Jue’s shoulder with a matchstick and asked, “Want me to handle it?”

Feng Jue washed her hands, not even looking up. “These pests aren’t worth your trouble.”

Alright, alright.

03 diligently tapped Feng Jue’s shoulder.

Feng Jue glanced at the sun. With two hours left until sunset, even the fastidious Feng Jue didn’t want to bathe anymore. She casually chose a direction and started walking. 03 perched on her shoulder, watching the map unfold beneath them and tallying Feng Jue’s acquisitions.

“Shouldn’t we open those cultivators’ Storage Rings?” 03 asked.

The bandits who had tried to rob others ended up being robbed themselves, their magic tool Storage Rings littering the ground, casually collected by Feng Jue and piled in a corner.

Feng Jue said unhappily, “Dirty things. I’ll have someone else clean them up later.”

03, wanting to help Feng Jue tidy up, circled boredly on her shoulder.

With their exit from the Secret Realm imminent, time suddenly became precious, even for Feng Jue. Even if she didn’t encounter any “treasure trove,” she collected every spirit herb and flower along the way into her Storage Ring.

03 diligently recorded every acquisition.

As the sun set in the west, weary birds returned to their nests.

03 stared blankly at the birds flying across the sky, then suddenly noticed a dark cloud looming in the western horizon. It raised its matchstick arm. “Feng Jue, look.”

Dark clouds.

Feng Jue tilted her head back.

In the western sky, a dark cloud rapidly expanded, quickly covering nearly half the heavens. It pressed heavily upon the mountains like a storm about to break.

Electricity crackled within the cloud, its distant thunder faintly audible even from this distance.

What was most terrifying wasn’t just the incessant flashes of lightning. Beneath the black clouds, the tallest mountain erupted with thick smoke and ash, the plume rising continuously into the clouds.

Feng Jue exclaimed in surprise, “A volcano?”

Boom!

Distant thunder roared as 03 watched a bolt of purple lightning strike the earth, leaving a long, dark scar. “Did the little thunder sneeze?” 03 asked, equally surprised.

Feng Jue: “……”

Her expression turned serious. “Your friend, who retreated with the Immortal Palace and fell into slumber, couldn’t possibly be it. There’s something in both the volcano and the clouds, and they both seem massive.”

Just as Feng Jue finished speaking, another bolt of lightning struck. Through the flash, a massive shadow could be faintly glimpsed within the clouds—a colossal bird spreading its wings and soaring through the darkness. Beneath the bird’s shadow, bestial roars erupted from the volcano, drowning out the thunder and making the earth tremble.

03: “Wow.”

A battle was about to begin.

Sand and stones flew wildly across the land, the chaos reminiscent of the primordial era. Amidst the thunder, white light flashed across the Secret Realm before vanishing as quickly as it appeared.

Feng Jue’s lips curled into a smirk. “It seems these two Spiritual Beasts are the most formidable creatures in the Secret Realm. They must have their own territories, so it’s strange they’ve come into conflict. Someone must have orchestrated this.”

As the Secret Realm neared its end, desperate adventurers would resort to any means to seize their chance. It appeared someone had devised a scheme to lure the two ferocious beasts together, hoping to reap the rewards like a cunning fisherman catching the stragglers. But their grand scheme had backfired, drawing in other adventurers as well.

Feng Jue, one of those other adventurers, explained to 03, “The white light you saw was the glow of Human Cultivators shattering their jade tokens to leave the Secret Realm early. Most people aren’t willing to take such risks.”

It was indeed the perfect time to leave, while the fierce combatants were distracted by the beasts’ clash. But fortune favors the bold. In the dim light, 03 saw a streak of light still flying toward the shadowy volcano.

“Feng Jue, are you going?” 03 asked.

Feng Jue pondered, but before she could answer, a fiery streak suddenly shot skyward from the battleground, streaking across the sky like a daytime meteor. It exploded overhead in a phoenix-shaped fireworks display.

As the sparks fell, Feng Jue lazily raised her hand and caught a cluster of falling embers.

The flame revealed a middle-aged man.

“Feng Jue: “Baishan—”

03: “Bai Fenghui.”

Feng Jue shot an annoyed glance at the System.

Pay attention! You can get beaten up now if you mess up!

03 silently stuffed the “Bai Fenghui” info panel into its mouth. Feng Jue continued glaring at 03, looking as if she were considering shoving the entire 03 Ball into her mouth as well.

The System looked back innocently.

Ignored by both the woman and the System, the flame flickered upward, as if asserting its presence. The Sect Master of Baishui Sect stood disheveled, a bloody bite wound on his shoulder from some unknown creature.

“Palace Master Feng, you promised you wouldn’t let me die in the Secret Realm! Now I’m trapped at the foot of this volcano. I beg you to come save me!” The bedraggled Bai Fenghui finished speaking, and the flame leaped higher, flying toward the lightning-cloud-filled volcanic crater as if to guide them.

Now they had no choice but to follow.

Feng Jue formed a seal, blocking the flying sand and debris, and chased after the flame.

“Bai Fenghui is at the Golden Core Stage. I wonder if he was injured by a Spiritual Beast from above or below. These two beasts are formidable,” Feng Jue remarked as she flew.

Suddenly remembering how, upon entering the Secret Realm, Feng Jue had been injured by the Mountain-Swallowing Beast while he could only watch helplessly, 03 couldn’t resist pulling out his little sword.

Feng Jue, who had been watching his every move, immediately asked, “What was our agreement?”

The Bubble System, which had swollen into a balloon, silently stuffed the sword back into 03’s backpack.

03 raised a matchstick, tugged at his dark circles, and stretched them wide as he glared at Feng Jue.

System: We are currently monitoring you.

Feng Jue immediately reached out, picked up 03, and set him down outside the Barrier.

The dark clouds beyond the Barrier flowed backward, watching the rolling 03 Ball. “?”

Some rushed toward opportunity, while others fled from it.

A Spirit Boat, adorned with a massive maple leaf emblem at its prow—the same Autumn Water Pavilion disciples they had encountered days before—came straight toward Feng Jue.

Feng Jue stopped. Wei Yutong, the Head Disciple of Autumn Water Pavilion, stood guard on the boat, spear in hand. She stared at Feng Jue in astonishment.

“Palace Master Feng! The two Spiritual Beasts inside are the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon and the Thunder Bird, both at the Late Golden Core Stage! They’re fighting, and many have been dragged in and killed for no reason! Don’t go in!” Wei Yutong cried anxiously.

Hearing Feng Jue’s name, Qiu Shuangshuang leaned out of the flying boat’s window and shouted, “Palace Master Feng, it’s too dangerous inside! Don’t go!”

“It’s nothing. You should leave the Secret Realm immediately,” Feng Jue replied.

Both Pavilion Masters of the Autumn Water Pavilion possessed Water Spiritual Roots, and their direct disciple, Wei Yutong, naturally shared this affinity. Now in the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, Wei Yutong showed clear signs of impending breakthrough. The other passengers were also elite disciples of the Autumn Water Pavilion. These fearless cultivators cared little for their sect’s dignity at this moment. Once the Secret Realm sealed itself, would the dead even have a chance to complain?

Yet Feng Jue, who fearlessly faced the Nascent Soul Stage Shen in direct combat, would surely be unchallenged by two Late Golden Core Stage Spiritual Beasts.

Feng Jue flashed a defiant smile and humbly declared, “I’ve slain Golden Core Stage Spiritual Beasts before. This is nothing new for me.” She drew her magic tool, effortlessly deflecting a massive stone hurtling toward her. Ignoring the Autumn Water Pavilion disciples’ frantic attempts to stop her, she continued deeper into the danger.

“Palace Master Feng!”

Qiu Shuangshuang leaned further out of the window, her eyes sparkling as she watched the figure soar toward the heart of the conflict.

“Palace Master Feng is… so dashing!” she cried out involuntarily. Without warning, she whirled around, seized the azure spear standing at the cabin’s center, and leaped out the window.

“I’m going to help Palace Master Feng!”

The moment she leaped out the window, all the disciples of the Autumn Water Pavilion on the ship rushed forward, but they could only see her retreating figure swaying in the wind.

“Junior Sister, you’re crazy!”

“Junior Sister Qiu!”

“Qiu Shuangshuang!!” Wei Yutong’s heart nearly burst from her chest. Stamping her foot in frustration, she grabbed her Second Junior Brother and barked, “I’ll go bring her back. You take the other disciples through the Flying Sand and leave the Secret Realm immediately. Head back to the Autumn Water Pavilion’s main ship and wait for us.”

The Second Junior Brother, drenched in cold sweat, stammered, “Yes, Senior Sister Apprentice! Junior Sister Shuangshuang took the Water Dragon’s Roar with her!”

Wei Yutong’s chest heaved as she gripped her spear and flew after her. The crowd on the ship watched her retreating figure with worried expressions.

03 clung to Feng Jue’s clothes, emerging from beneath her collar. Warmed by Feng Jue’s body heat for only a moment, it was soon chilled again by the howling wind.

In the distance, the fiercest battle 03 had witnessed since arriving in this mission world unfolded.

A fire-red Fire Rock Jiao Dragon, its body dripping with magma, burst from the volcano. Half its massive form remained buried in the volcanic depths as it reared its head to spew streams of flames into the sky.

Black clouds pressed down on the horizon, threatening to crush the very earth beneath them.

The Secret Realm had no cities, only undulating mountains that stretched as far as the eye could see. Under the oppressive, dark clouds, these once-mighty peaks now resembled helpless saplings trembling in the howling wind and thunder.

Thick layers of cloud obscured the mountain summits. A bird as massive as a mountain soared through the storm, its slender body supporting wings so vast that each gentle beat stirred gale-force winds.

Rain brewed in the heavens, waiting for the perfect moment to pour down and quench the flowing lava. But raging fire denied it its wish. Jets of flame erupted skyward, dispersing layer after layer of dark clouds. Before the rain could even coalesce, it evaporated instantly in the fiery blaze.

The volcanic eruption’s roar, amplified by thunderous roars, drowned out all sound in the world. Even a barrier erected to block the billowing ash couldn’t shield against the ear-splitting noise.

Fortunately, 03 had no ears.

03 raised its panel for Feng Jue to see: “The skylark hides behind.”

Feng Jue nodded and charged toward the base of a distant mountain, following the flickering flames.

Magma flowed in rolling waves, strangely avoiding one direction. Within a barrier, Bai Fenghui, the Sect Leader of Baishui Sect, sat with a deathly pale face, looking even more wretched than when he had first called for help.

Seeing Palace Master Feng Jue had actually come to rescue him, Bai Fenghui staggered to his feet, a mix of surprise and relief breaking out on his face. “Palace Master Feng, I never expected you—”

“Enough talk,” Feng Jue snapped, tossing a Flying Magic Tool at him. “Go.”

Bai Fenghui froze, turning his gaze toward the distant peak. The two ferocious beasts locked in combat above still clashed with terrifying intensity, their Late Golden Core Stage auras colliding in a way that made sweat pour down his face. He swallowed hard and said, “Palace Master Feng, I don’t want to leave yet. I want that Thunder Bird’s Spiritual Elixir!”

Feng Jue frowned, her long lashes hiding the flicker of her eyes as she subtly scanned the area behind Bai Fenghui. Her red lips curved into a mocking smile. “No wonder you sought my help here. But I only agreed to keep you alive, not to be your lackey, snatching a Thunder Bird corpse from the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon!”

The unspoken threat hung heavy: if Bai Fenghui insisted on staying, she would simply watch from the sidelines.

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