My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 36.2

Bai Fenghui’s expression darkened, surprised by Feng Jue’s coldness. He gritted his teeth and said, “The Old Palace Master of Lanyang Palace cared deeply for the world and willingly sacrificed herself for the common people! As her successor, Palace Master Feng, aren’t you being too heartless? If we cooperate and strike when the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon and Thunder Bird are both weakened from their battle, we could surely kill them! You could take the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon’s Spiritual Elixir, and I’ll take the Thunder Bird’s. Wouldn’t that be a win-win?”

Feng Jue put away her Flying Magic Tool and scoffed, “Looks like you don’t want to leave after all?”

Bai Fenghui remained silent.

The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon and Thunder Bird, having cultivated to the Late Golden Core Stage, weren’t fools. The fluctuating spiritual pressure from the insects flying around them made them wary. Occasionally, flames or lightning bolts would strike from the sky, followed by the agonized screams of dying creatures.

The distant cries of the dead reached their ears. Bai Fenghui gasped and tried to persuade Feng Jue again, “Palace Master Feng, Fire Rock Jiao Dragons and Thunder Birds are incredibly rare. Are you really not tempted?”

Of course she was tempted; otherwise, she wouldn’t be here. Bai Fenghui might be foolish and arrogant, but he was right about one thing: even with her Lingshi, Fire Rock Jiao Dragons and Thunder Birds remained exceedingly rare.

So why would she cooperate with Bai Fenghui?

A win-win? She could win everything herself!

Whether it was the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon or the Thunder Bird, she wanted them both!

Feng Jue scoffed, gripping her Natal Magic Weapon. “I’ll still keep my promise,” she murmured. “If you meet King Yama during your fight with the Thunder Bird, I’ll snatch you back from Impermanence before they can claim you.”

As soon as these words left her lips, Bai Fenghui knew the collaboration was dead. He hadn’t expected Feng Jue to truly refuse to cooperate with him, especially considering he was a Golden Core Stage cultivator! With years of experience at this stage, two Golden Core cultivators working together should have more chances than one fighting alone. Feng Jue’s pride was truly excessive!

After all, they were two Late Golden Core Stage Spiritual Beasts!

“Good, good, good.” Bai Fenghui sneered under his breath. No matter. Feng Jue would soon pay for her arrogance.

“Palace Master Feng, you—”

“Palace Master Feng!!”

The approaching shouts cut off Bai Fenghui’s words. He froze, warily watching two figures rapidly closing in from front and back. Flames descended from the sky, hurtling straight toward the cultivator calling Feng Jue’s name.

In an instant, a burst of blue light erupted from the leading figure. A azure dragon soared from her palm, its massive jaws swallowing the attack from the Late Golden Core Stage Fire Rock Jiao Dragon whole.

03, clinging to Feng Jue’s collar, whispered, “Dragon.”

Feng Jue was surprised. “Qiu Shuangshuang?”

“Qiu Shuangshuang!” Wei Yutong landed angrily, grabbing Qiu Shuangshuang by the back of her collar and yanking her upright. “Don’t you know how dangerous this place is?!”

03 nodded.

Yes, this place is very dangerous, but you humans talk so much.

Note: This doesn’t include its host.

Wei Yutong, dragging the struggling Qiu Shuangshuang, marched into Feng Jue’s barrier. Feng Jue felt a sense of déjà vu, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. Seeing Qiu Shuangshuang’s excited face and Wei Yutong’s furious expression, she understood what had happened. A low chuckle rose from her chest.

“Foolish.”

“Why not just send her on her way?” Feng Jue asked Wei Yutong.

Overwhelmed with shame, Wei Yutong bowed to Feng Jue. After all, Qiu Shuangshuang was her junior sister. If there was a chance for her to escape, it would be best for Master and Mistress to handle it themselves.

Having arrived with great enthusiasm, Qiu Shuangshuang now felt rejected by Feng Jue’s tone. Her excitement turned to hurt. She held out her magic tool and whispered, “But I brought the Water Dragon’s Roar! This time, I definitely won’t be a burden to Palace Master Feng!”

Water Dragon’s Roar?

03 parted Feng Jue’s hair to look at the aquamarine spear in Qiu Shuangshuang’s hands. The spear was strikingly beautiful, shimmering with a watery light like a ladleful of crystalline blue sea water.

If it were a bit brighter and bluer, it would resemble its companion, System.

03 wanted to examine it further, but suddenly her vision went dark. Feng Jue raised her hand to smooth her hair, blocking the restless System.

Feng Jue’s expression remained calm, while Bai Fenghui beside her paled visibly. He hesitated before asking, “Water Dragon’s Roar? The sentient artifact from Autumn Water Pavilion? Are you disciples of Autumn Water Pavilion?”

Qiu Shuangshuang looked at the unfamiliar man before her with confusion. She lifted her chin haughtily, then turned to Feng Jue with a radiant smile. “Palace Master Feng,” she said, “with the Water Dragon’s Roar, I’m certain I can help you! Which of those two Spiritual Beasts outside should we fight first?”

Feng Jue scoffed and suddenly waved her hand, dissolving the Barrier. A deafening roar exploded in their ears as fire and lightning crashed down like a torrential rain. Qiu Shuangshuang immediately clutched Wei Yutong’s arm in terror.

With this? Who do you think we should fight first?

“You can’t control the Water Dragon’s Roar. While those two beasts are still testing their limits, you still have a chance to escape,” Feng Jue said to Qiu Shuangshuang and Wei Yutong. She then raised her hand and gestured toward Bai Fenghui, inviting him forward.

Get lost.

Bai Fenghui’s chest burned with fury, but he forced himself to maintain a calm smile. “Palace Master Feng,” he said, “don’t forget your oath. Within the Secret Realm…”

“To keep you alive,” Feng Jue replied, her lips curving into a smile. “But not necessarily unharmed.”

Even in such a perilous situation, Feng Jue’s radiant beauty was captivating, her smile impossible to look away from. Yet Bai Fenghui sensed a flicker of ruthlessness in that smile.

“Enough!” His eyes darkening, Bai Fenghui retreated, clutching his wounded chest as he flew away, disappearing into the swirling black smoke.

“03” whispered softly, “Bai Fenghui is a Golden Core Stage cultivator and the Sect Leader of the Baishui Sect.”

With such a severe injury, he hasn’t even taken any Spiritual Medicine?

Even the System could see through his false facade.

“Foolish,” Feng Jue said, her voice indifferent. Suddenly, she flicked her whip in a certain direction. A tearing sound echoed through the air as an illusionary magic tool shattered, revealing two battered figures.

“Yah!” Qiu Shuangshuang exclaimed.

There are people here!

Siyi glanced at Feng Jue and calmly said, “Greetings, Palace Master.”

“After Xue Mengtao and I escaped the Dungeon, Bai Fenghui tracked us and soon captured us. He likely intended to use our lives to force you into cooperating with him. He also stole our Storage Rings.”

Without turning around, Feng Jue casually tossed over two bottles of Spiritual Medicine. Watching the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon and Thunder Bird suddenly attack head-on from the air, she muttered, “Under heaven, there are nothing but fools.”

Feeling like one of those fools, Qiu Shuangshuang clung tightly to her Water Dragon’s Roar. Behind Siyi, Xue Mengtao, the most severely injured, slowly wiped away tears and blood, her eyes fixed on the ground.

Siyi caught the rolling medicine bottles and said softly, “Thank you for the medicine, Palace Master. I guarantee that from next month onward, the Baishui Sect will no longer exist in the Eastern Continent.”

Listening to their conversation, Qiu Shuangshuang trembled and hid behind her Senior Sister Apprentice.

Next month… That means in seven days?

The Secret Realm would be closed for two days, and there was still the time to return… Hiss…

Qiu Shuangshuang trembled even more.

Feng Jue strode into the smoke, her voice echoing behind her. Qiu Shuangshuang, who wanted to follow, was yanked back by Wei Yutong as the Barrier rose again.

Black smoke engulfed the red-robed figure. A silver bead pried its way through the hair and shot out with a whoosh. Just as it raised its matchstick legs and stretched lazily, a hand reached up and plucked it back.

“03 has scanned the area,” it reported honestly. “No humans nearby.” The System longed to breathe fresh air.

The thick smoke from the volcanic eruption mixed with dark clouds in the sky, reducing visibility to zero. Flames rained down intermittently, setting the earth ablaze. What fresh air!

Feng Jue mercilessly tucked 03 into her sleeve. “Don’t you dare stick your head out again!”

Who knew how many hidden dangers lurked nearby? She absolutely couldn’t let 03 be discovered by anyone, coveted by anyone!

The bead rolled back and forth in Feng Jue’s sleeve, reminiscing about the past.

Today, 03 remained

a System unfit for public view.

Sigh.

The Human Cultivators still within the Secret Realm never imagined they’d encounter such a terrifying scene just before its closure. The less powerful watched from a distance, while many of the more powerful dared to approach. The deaths of their fellow cultivators caught in the crossfire horrified them, yet it did nothing to diminish their greed for a share of the spoils.

When two beasts fight, one must die. They might not covet the Spiritual Beast Elixir itself, but even a fragment of a Golden Core Stage Spiritual Beast—or better yet, a Late Golden Core Stage Spiritual Beast—could make them rich beyond their wildest dreams!

But all of this depended on the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon and Thunder Bird ending their battle before the Secret Realm concluded.

With this thought, the Human Cultivator, concealed in the smoke, made subtle movements, constantly mimicking the skills of either the Thunder Bird or the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon, intending to provoke hostility from both sides. Whether it was something someone did, or whether the two Spiritual Beasts simply couldn’t endure each other any longer, the situation escalated.

The disturbed winds grew increasingly turbulent, and a terrifying aura permeated the air.

Amidst the sky-filling flames and thunderclaps, Feng Jue, suppressing her presence, stealthily approached the base of the volcano.

Nearby, 03, monitoring the temperature, gasped: Too hot, too hot!

The flowing lava, thick and viscous, flowed in a stream of intense color. Where it suddenly cooled, gemstone spheres embedded in the molten rock shimmered, yet they failed to attract the attention of any of the cultivators.

But they did attract the attention of 03 Ball.

Sneakily reaching out to touch one of the gemstone spheres, 03 had barely extended its matchstick-like appendage when a piercing roar erupted from the thunderclouds above: “Return my child!”

The System paused, pretending nothing had happened, but under Feng Jue’s meaningful gaze, it slithered back into the Host’s sleeve. However, the sleeve was merely the System’s starting point, not its end!

Pressing against Feng Jue’s arm, 03 Ball wriggled upward along the soft skin, squirming through the sleeve, and finally burst out from Feng Jue’s collar with a soft pfft.

The System gently brushed Feng Jue’s cheek in a friendly gesture, but Feng Jue’s gaze shifted from a meaningful look to one of embarrassed anger.

03: “???”

What’s wrong?

I didn’t do anything!

“Feng Jue, your face is a little red,” 03 said in surprise. “Are you hot?”

Golden Core Stage cultivators shouldn’t be afraid of magma.

“…Shut up,” Feng Jue snapped.

She swung her magic tool—a fiery crimson whip—curling it around a glob of magma and flinging it at a distant cliff face. The molten mass splattered into a spray of golden-red flowers.

Should I applaud now?

03: “Clap, clap.”

But Feng Jue’s mood didn’t improve; she glared at it.

Does she want me to shower her with flattery?

The System fell into contemplation.

As host and System glared at each other, the rumbling above grew louder. Drops of blood—whether from the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon or the Thunder Bird was unclear—began to fall. The reason for their entanglement was now obvious.

The Thunder Bird’s child had gone missing, and it suspected the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon had devoured it. The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon protested its innocence, insisting it wouldn’t eat something so small it wouldn’t even fill a tooth gap—it was truly inauspicious. The Thunder Bird retorted, “I won’t listen! I won’t listen!”

The System twirled a toothpick-like hairpin as it braided Feng Jue’s hair into a French braid. “Novels are always like this,” it remarked. “Villains and supporting characters always voluntarily explain their motives. We should learn from their mistakes.”

Feng Jue: “……”

You’re absolutely right, but please put down that toothpick. You’re braiding my hair.

Feng Jue, flustered and annoyed, raised her hand to grab the balls while throwing out several Protective Talismans.

The combined fury of two Late Golden Core Stage Spiritual Beasts unleashed a double attack. Amidst the thunderous roars, the Protective Talismans exploded with a series of pops before Feng Jue casually deflected them.

Talismans capable of blocking attacks from Golden Core Stage cultivators were extremely precious—each one worth tens of thousands of spirit stones. Among the hundreds of cultivators in the Secret Realm, only her formidable strength allowed her to maintain this covert position.

The conflict between the beasts was brutal and terrifying. Unbeknownst to them, blood rain began to fall from the sky. Just as a look of disgust appeared on Feng Jue’s face, one of the balls, its head tilted back to gaze at the heavens, shot into her collar with a whoosh.

Feng Jue: “……”

Now you show some sense, huh?

Among the hidden cultivators, they were the closest to the battlefield—and the most dangerous. The clash of the two colossal beasts, their lightning and fire intertwining, reduced the faint glimmer of exploding Protective Talismans to insignificance against the overwhelming pressure.

Dark smoke and black clouds blotted out the heavens, disrupting the stars. Above the gloom, the celestial bodies continued their orderly dance, but those trapped below were cut off from the cosmos.

It was too late to escape now. Wei Yutong sighed, glancing at Qiu Shuangshuang, who clung to her Water Dragon’s Roar weapon, blissfully unaware of the danger. A splitting headache throbbed behind her eyes.

In the distance, the Spiritual Beast roared. The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon burst out of the volcano, soaring into the clouds, molten lava cascading from its body like fiery rain.

The Thunder Bird, unwilling to be outdone, spread its wings, obscuring the sky.

Silver-white lightning struck toward the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon. The massive bird and dragon transformed the sky into a battlefield, their clash reminiscent of ancient legends of the dragon and phoenix.

The insignificant humans looked up, their hearts pounding with fear and excitement as they witnessed the awe-inspiring spectacle. Even as sunlight shone brightly beyond the clouds, the area remained shrouded in darkness.

“The Secret Realm is about to close!”

A hidden figure, desperate to seize the opportunity, gritted his teeth and charged forward recklessly. Before he could even get close, he was struck down by a dual assault of lightning and flames, his life extinguished before he could even reach the Bridge of Despair.

“Foolish mortal!” The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon spoke in a human voice, its fierce azure eyes turning to the equally exhausted Thunder Bird. “Do you wish to die alongside me, letting these ants benefit?”

The Thunder Bird let out a bitter laugh. “Then let us die together!”

It spread its wings and charged forward with the resolve to take the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon down with it.

Meanwhile, 03, who had been intently watching the live broadcast, noticed Feng Jue stirring. The black-haired woman lowered her head, her vermilion mark between her brows still vibrant, her gaze resolute. A phantom image of a phoenix materialized around her.

Feng Jue didn’t speak, but 03 seemed to hear something. It raised its matchstick-like body and gripped Feng Jue’s collar.

Charge!

Amidst the tremors caused by the collision of two Late Golden Core Stage Spiritual Beasts, the Golden Phoenix spread its wings and surged toward the heart of the battlefield.

Its clear, piercing cry shook the heavens. Beyond the phoenix, a golden bell erupted in radiant light, countless scriptures swirling around it to protect the phoenix. As the shockwave struck the golden bell, its resonant peal, proclaiming the eradication of evil and the defense of righteousness, shattered a corner of the dark clouds above. Golden sunlight cascaded down, illuminating the phoenix and propelling it forward, into the heart of the storm.

In the Thunder Bird’s furious, glaring eyes, a crimson whip crackled with explosive force as the Golden Phoenix pierced through its forehead, charging down its Spiritual Veins straight toward its Golden Core.

Thud!

Blood splattered. The dark clouds and thunder froze mid-air as the Thunder Bird’s body plummeted to the ground.

The waiting crowd erupted in joy. Now there was only one injured Fire Rock Jiao Dragon left! Just as their restrained eagerness began to solidify into action, a golden-red mass suddenly burst through the sea of flames. Feng Jue, standing atop the Thunder Bird’s corpse, raised her hand and flicked her whip. Countless fireballs erupted from the whip’s wake, scattering in all directions like a celestial net. The Human Cultivators who had been closing in on the Thunder Bird’s corpse recoiled in terror, scrambling backward in panic.

The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon, also scorched by the fireballs, roared, “Humans!”

From where he was pressed against Feng Jue’s collar, 03 spoke in a calm, detached voice: “And the System.”

Feng Jue stood with her feet braced in the sea of flames, her pupils reflecting the blazing sky. She smirked at the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon and declared, “Let’s fight.”

Roar!

The moment Feng Jue appeared, the cultivators who had been hiding at a distance, using various methods to conceal themselves, were shaken.

“Someone beat us to it?”

“Quick, run! That’s the Palace Master of Lanyang Palace!”

“Lanyang Palace…”

In an instant, countless cultivators scattered like startled quail, their wings flapping wildly as they fled. Qiu Shuangshuang, who had been observing from the outskirts of the battlefield, watched the cultivators abandon their positions with such decisiveness and exclaimed in astonishment, “The Palace Master Feng’s reputation is truly formidable! Just hearing her name made everyone retreat three encampments, abandoning even the Thunder Bird’s corpse?”

Siyi, sitting beside her, chuckled as she watched the diminutive figure standing defiantly against the colossal Fire Rock Jiao Dragon. Who wouldn’t be awed by the Golden Phoenix that had slain the Thunder Bird with a single strike?

Wei Yutong, arms crossed as she watched the battle between the human and the dragon, nodded in agreement. “Palace Master Feng possesses extraordinary talent, exceptional intelligence, and relentless diligence. To have achieved such cultivation at such a young age is truly admirable. Among us cultivators, she’s the only one who could possibly face the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon now. Palace Master Feng truly embodies the aura of being the foremost figure of our generation!”

Siyi’s smile deepened as she said softly, “Not exactly. The Five Continents teem with talent. Countless cultivators surpass the Palace Master in cultivation. Those who left simply lacked the strength to snatch the Thunder Bird from her grasp.”

Those who remain… if they come forth openly to seize it, that’s one thing. Otherwise…

Wei Yutong lowered her head, meeting Siyi’s gaze. Their eyes held a shared understanding.

Qiu Shuangshuang, caught between them, glanced back and forth, her hands clutching her ears and cheeks.

What’s going on? What’s happening next?

The world seemed to narrow to flames. The coiled Fire Rock Jiao Dragon glared at Feng Jue and the Thunder Bird’s corpse at her feet, roaring, “Your cultivation lags a thousand miles behind mine! You slew the Thunder Bird only by chance and circumstance! If you truly wish to face me in combat, you stand no chance!”

“Step back. Take the Thunder Bird’s corpse and leave. I’ll spare you.”

Feng Jue raised her hand, storing the Thunder Bird’s corpse in her Storage Ring. With a proud smile, she taunted, “You’re afraid.”

“Insolent!”

The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon roared furiously, its massive body surging forward. The phantom of the Golden Phoenix materialized once more.

Fire clashed against fire. Feng Jue’s magic tools shattered with a series of bangs, but she showed no fear. Her whip unleashed countless fiery dragons that coiled toward the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon’s massive head.

The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon roared with laughter, its mountain-like head opening to crush the fire dragons with a single bite. Blood glistened on its lips as it spoke, its voice booming from its throat:

“No wonder you’re so confident! Your cultivation technique is truly ferocious! But you’re still no match for me!”

Roar!

The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon’s enraged roar shook the heavens and earth. Flames coalesced into countless fiery tornadoes, sweeping forward with overwhelming force.

The cultivators who had been scheming to hide fled in terror, but they couldn’t outrun the flames.

This Fire Rock Jiao Dragon had been holding back its full strength all along!

Wei Yutong’s face paled as she summoned every protective talisman from her storage ring. “Junior Sister!” she shouted.

Qiu Shuangshuang, finally understanding the meaning of fear, her face deathly pale, raised her Water Dragon’s Roar. But the gleaming blue surface of her spear reflected the firelight, showing no intention of attacking. Qiu Shuangshuang nearly burst into tears. “Attack!” she screamed.

Beside them, Xue Mengtao gripped Siyi’s arm, exclaiming, “Elder!”

“Your wound…”

“It’s nothing.” Siyi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and ignited the Vermilion Bird Lamp.

The first fire tornado loomed close, hurtling toward the group huddled in the corner. Qiu Shuangshuang screamed as a bolt of lightning suddenly descended from the sky and struck the fiery vortex.

“Run!” A hunched figure shouted from the blaze.

The crowd froze in shock, even Siyi’s face filled with disbelief.

“Young Master Xue?” Xue Mengtao exclaimed, startled.

“Benefactor?” Qiu Shuangshuang cried out.

Before her words had faded, the Water Dragon’s Roar in her hand shot from her palm, transforming into a water dragon that collided with the fire tornado. The protective talisman Xue Bufan had obtained through his Spiritual Consciousness shattered into dust, and the shockwave sent him flying backward. He crashed to the ground with a thud, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

The Spiritual Consciousness roared furiously, “Why are you saving these useless fools?! You can’t die yet!”

Qiu Shuangshuang rushed over, tears streaming down her face. “Benefactor, are you alright?”

Xue Bufan shook his head, struggling to his feet. But as soon as he rose, he collapsed again with a thud.

Siyi frowned, glancing at Qiu Shuangshuang, who had already moved forward, and then at Xue Mengtao, who had hesitated halfway. She pursed her lips, walked over to Xue Mengtao, and pressed the bottle of medicine Feng Jue had given her into the girl’s hand. “Go,” she said coolly.

Xue Mengtao looked at Siyi in confusion. After a moment’s hesitation, she approached the other two. She bowed deeply, placing the jade bottle in Qiu Shuangshuang’s palm before retreating behind Siyi. Siyi’s gaze shifted, studying Xue Mengtao’s calm expression. Xue Mengtao smiled faintly at her.

Siyi’s lips curved into a smile.

Qiu Shuangshuang, having obtained the medicine, hurried to administer it to Xue Bufan. Wei Yutong, who had been watching his face from the front, suddenly looked alarmed. “Fellow Daoist, your face…”

Xue Bufan panicked and instinctively touched his face, fearing that someone would discover his true identity through this hideous visage and expose him. But when he raised his hand, he realized his weathered, aged skin had been replaced by youthful flesh—the Disguise Talisman’s effect was fading.

He chuckled awkwardly and looked up at Qiu Shuangshuang.

Qiu Shuangshuang slowly opened her mouth, watching in awe as the man who had just saved her transformed into a handsome young man. Her heart raced uncontrollably, the wonder in her eyes barely concealed—

Clang!

A clear, resonant sound drew everyone’s attention. Qiu Shuangshuang instinctively turned her head, witnessing a scene she would never forget.

A scene that every Human Cultivator still watching the battle would never forget.

Countless Phoenix Birds soared across the sky, their magnificent, trailing feathers illuminating the heavens. They encircled a golden-red flame at the center, guarding it fiercely.

******

Support My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration]