My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 36.3

The crimson sun ascended, bathing the world in its radiant glow.

Phoenixes soared, their harmonious calls ringing through the air.

03, who had quietly climbed onto Feng Jue’s shoulder, froze. Beside it was the warm skin of a human, while before it stretched a vast sea of shimmering, fiery phoenixes.

The flames cast a crimson hue over the silver System. Feng Jue’s deep, languid voice murmured, “A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix.”

Slender, pale fingers moved through the air, two fingers interlocking, their gold-embroidered crimson nails forming a complete phoenix shape. The woman gazing down over the sea of fire seemed to hold a trace of compassion in her eyes. But the moment she raised her gaze, that supposed compassion was replaced by icy arrogance. Feng Jue chuckled softly and flicked her whip.

“A Hundred Phoenixes Paying Homage to the Phoenix.”

Clang.

Clang-clang.

The phoenixes swarmed forth, charging toward the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon that loomed over the sea of fire. The dragon roared furiously, phoenixes screeched, and no one dared look away.

Among the spectators, one person’s jaw dropped, a medicine bottle clattering to the ground. Qiu Shuangshuang stared blankly at the awe-inspiring scene, her face flushed crimson—whether from the firelight or something else was unclear. She murmured, “Palace Master Feng is so majestic! That move is incredible… I want to learn it…”

“Senior Sister Apprentice! I want to learn! I want to become Palace Master Feng’s disciple!”

Qiu Shuangshuang suddenly jumped up, throwing herself onto Wei Yutong and shouting.

Wei Yutong: “……”

Weakly, she replied, “You have a Water Spiritual Root.”

“I don’t care! I want to learn! I’m changing my destiny today!”

Amid Qiu Shuangshuang’s resounding declaration, the forgotten Xue Bufan silently picked up his medicine bottle, took his pills, and gazed at the sky.

“What a domineering cultivation method!” The voice of the Spiritual Consciousness (Remnant Spirit) reached Xue Bufan’s ears, sounding somewhat distorted. “The Palace Master of Lanyang Palace—her talent, cultivation method, status, and wealth are truly one in ten thousand! Truly enviable and not to be underestimated!”

Xue Bufan patted his chest, swallowing the medicine, and transmitted his voice, “So, if Senior Sister Apprentice takes action, she can surely help Master find the other Spiritual Consciousness Fragments more quickly.”

“Spiritual Consciousness”: “Shut up!”

Xue Bufan: “?”

On the distant battlefield, the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon crashed to the ground, but it wasn’t dead. It writhed in the magma, clinging to life, its fierce green eyes glaring at Feng Jue. Feng Jue was also injured, the runes on her magical robes shattered, her hairpins gone, her long black hair whipping in the wind.

Though she looked somewhat disheveled, 03…

03 thinks the Host looks even more beautiful!

“Leave the rest to me,” 03 said with a rhythmic cadence.

Feng Jue: “Shut up.”

03: “?”

But you’ve already worked so hard! Don’t you want a brave Companion to help you?

Feng Jue plucked 03 off and tucked it into her robes. Being here for the first time, 03, feeling constrained, tried to turn around but got stuck halfway, its face jammed.

03: “Mmph.”

Plump.

Struggling to turn back.

The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon spat out a mouthful of blood and roared at the human cultivator, “The Secret Realm will close in another hour! You’ll all have to leave! Can you kill me within that time?”

Feng Jue flicked blood from her whip and said sternly, “Continue.”

“Good! You’re the rarest human cultivator I’ve ever met whom I truly admire! If I die by your hand, my life’s cultivation won’t have been in vain!” The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon roared. “Come!”

03 felt Feng Jue charge forward. With a plop, it plunged into the plumpness, struggling to squeeze through, finally finding a perfect spot to wedge itself.

The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon, locked in combat with Feng Jue, noticed the sudden change in her expression—the surge of killing intent, even more intense than before.

“Good!” the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon roared.

Both man and dragon fought with the determination to kill each other, while spiritual power surged throughout the Secret Realm, signaling its imminent closure.

On the battlefield, the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon slammed into Fanzhi, but its attack rebounded, sending it crashing into the volcano with a mournful cry, splashing molten lava across the landscape.

03 pushed aside Feng Jue’s robes and clapped. “Victory is at hand!”

But its encouragement only earned a cold sneer. System tilted his head innocently, wondering, “Why is Feng Jue angry?”

Feng Jue gritted her teeth, vowing to settle the score later. Just as she moved to deliver the final blow to the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon, a figure swooped in from the air—a familiar face, Bai Fenghui, who had vanished earlier.

“Hahaha! I’ve been waiting for this moment! You fool, did you think I was relying solely on two hostages to force you into submission? Someone as heartless as you might not even bat an eye if I slaughtered them right in front of you! Why would I stake everything on them?” Bai Fenghui roared with laughter, his face contorting with excitement. “I lured the Thunder Bird here! I’ve been waiting for this! I will be the ultimate winner! Whether it’s the Thunder Bird or the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon—I want them both!”

He blew into the flute, its shrill, piercing sound nearly splitting eardrums. The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon, hanging inverted atop the mountain peak, gradually stiffened, its azure eyes narrowing to pinpoints as it rose with a final burst of strength, like a dying ember flaring up one last time.

The flute in Bai Fenghui’s hand exploded. He clapped his hands with glee and landed on the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon’s head, astonishingly taking control of the beast and commanding it at will.

“Damn it! The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon fought the Thunder Bird and then Palace Master Feng’s descendant. Now, exhausted, it’s been bewitched by the flute’s melody, allowing him to seize the opportunity!” Wei Yutong roared furiously. “Who is this scum? How dare he resort to such despicable tactics against the sole heir of Palace Master Feng!”

Qiu Shuangshuang froze, her mind racing. Could Senior Sister Apprentice be referring to… Feng Jue’s mother? That senior from centuries ago who slew the Jiutian Cult leader, was left crippled by lingering injuries, and though unable to ascend, became a legendary figure?

Feng Jue shook the blood from her hands, her voice dripping with contempt. “Some—idiot—says villains die from talking too much.”

With that, the phoenix’s phantom spread its wings and Feng Jue shot upward.

Bai Fenghui, facing Feng Jue directly, saw his smile vanish the moment the flames descended. After killing the Thunder Bird and battling the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon, Feng Jue still had enough energy left! That terrifying aura permeated the air, making Bai Fenghui’s heart tremble.

He took a deep breath, bracing himself for Feng Jue’s attack. After blocking the strike, he shouted, “How long can you hold on? Have you forgotten how your mother and grandmother died?”

Bai Fenghui burst into maniacal laughter, now looking down on Feng Jue with contempt, trying to pierce her defenses.

Inside Feng Jue’s chest, 03 stirred, its eyes widening.

“Shut up,” Feng Jue said coldly.

“The Baishui Sect and Lianshan Sect have been enemies for generations. Before you were even born, the Old Palace Master arranged a marriage between you and that Lianshan brat! I endured countless hardships to uncover your secrets! Feng Jue, your cultivation technique is flawed! Every time you use it, you’re burning through your lifespan! The more you use it, the sooner you’ll die! No matter how glorious your Feng family members were, they all met the same fate—early death!” The more panicked Bai Fenghui grew, the louder he shouted.

03 suddenly burst out. “Feng Jue, let me handle this.”

“No need.” Feng Jue pushed 03 back down, looking at Bai Fenghui as if he were already dead. A cold smirk curled her lips. “I don’t need you.”

“I want to help!” 03 persisted stubbornly.

“No.”

“Feng Jue.”

“No.”

The urgent words exchanged rapidly. Feng Jue turned directly to Bai Fenghui. “Do you know why I let you leave?”

She scoffed, her contemptuous voice cutting through the air. “From beginning to end, I never considered you worth a glance.”

You brought this upon yourself!

“You!!”

The Heavenly Dao turns in cycles, and retribution is inevitable. Feng Jue’s words shattered Bai Fenghui’s composure, his heart flooding with rage and fear as he viciously struck the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon. The controlled dragon roared and charged forward with suicidal intent.

Feng Jue’s expression shifted. Just as she was about to activate her cultivation technique to resist, she felt a sudden lightness at her wrist. Lingshi, who had been dormant for so long, roared and transformed into her true form, fearlessly charging toward the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon. Flames danced across her scales, and lightning trembled in the sky as she attempted to break free.

Roar!

Lingshi, loyal to her master, clamped her jaws around the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon’s throat. The dragon, towering over her, crushed her scales with its overwhelming pressure, blood streaming from her wounds.

“Lingshi!” Feng Jue and 03 shouted simultaneously.

At that moment, the controlled Fire Rock Jiao Dragon’s eyes flickered. Bai Fenghui had assumed he could control the dragon indefinitely, never expecting another dragon to appear and awaken the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon’s consciousness!

Roar!

The Late Golden Core Stage Fire Rock Jiao Dragon effortlessly shook off Lingshi, sending Bai Fenghui flying into a mountain peak, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

Upon regaining consciousness, the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon stared at Lingshi, its azure eyes flickering with a mix of surprise and melancholy. It expelled a golden light, relinquishing half of its cultivation.

Lingshi turned to look at Feng Jue.

Feng Jue nodded.

Lingshi swallowed the golden light, and the weakened Fire Rock Jiao Dragon shrank significantly, glaring hatefully at the human who had controlled it.

Feng Jue spoke slowly, “Don’t worry.”

Only then did the injured Fire Rock Jiao Dragon begin to slowly swim back into the magma.

03 said, “It doesn’t want to die.”

Feng Jue scoffed, “Who would choose death if they could live well?”

03 fell silent, tilting its head back.

A pair of large eyes peered out from the crevice, staring at her.

Feng Jue snapped, “Get the hell out here!”

03 remained stubbornly in place. The space was too secure, like being buckled in by a seatbelt. Seething with anger, Feng Jue landed beside Bai Fenghui.

“Pfft… cough cough!” Bai Fenghui writhed on the ground in terror, like a grotesque, repulsive insect by the roadside. His body dragged long, bloody streaks across the earth as he trembled violently. “You can’t kill me! You promised you wouldn’t kill me!”

Feng Jue’s face was as cold as frost as she stepped toward him through the flames.

She was so young, beautiful, proud, and full of potential—seemingly above everyone in this world. It was as if no one was worthy of her gaze or kindness.

She treated everyone with equal disdain.

Bai Fenghui gasped for air, his vocal cords rasping like a broken bellows. As the proud Palace Master of Lanyang Palace approached, hatred flashed in his eyes. Summoning all his spiritual power, he shouted with all his might:

“You promised the people of Lanyang City that I would never die in the Secret Realm! Feng Jue, I’ll destroy your reputation!”

A silver light flashed, piercing Bai Fenghui’s Sea of Consciousness.

His smile froze on his face as he looked down in disbelief.

A solid layer of ice had formed on his abdomen, clinging tightly to his clothes. Yet it was as if his soul had been plunged into a deathly silence by the icy chill. Within his Sea of Consciousness, the spherical Golden Core—originally destined to explode and burn others—now bore a small sword hole. This was followed by a series of cracking sounds, like an eggshell shattering, echoing continuously.

When the final crack sounded, frost-covered fragments of the Golden Core fell, and the Sea of Consciousness collapsed with a roar, its Spiritual Veins shattering one by one.

03 watched Feng Jue shake her small sword and mutter, “Why do they always have to self-destruct?”

Feng Jue scoffed, looking up at the sky.

The firelight dissipated in the clear sky, revealing cracks spreading across the boundless azure firmament—the Secret Realm expelling the Human Cultivators who had been wreaking havoc for the past six months.

Along with their expulsion came a sudden snowfall.

“Is it snowing?” Qiu Shuangshuang exclaimed in surprise, reaching out to catch the falling flakes. Only when they landed in her palm did she realize they were thin strands of ice.

“Young Master Xue, look! It’s snow!”

Xue Bufan snapped out of his daze. “Oh, oh,” he stammered, scratching his head. He turned back to Feng Jue. The sword energy unleashed by her earlier strike clearly carried his master’s Inheritance. Senior Sister Apprentice has such an extraordinary Cultivation Technique, he marveled inwardly. And she’s cultivated Master’s Sword Art! But she clearly has a Fire Spiritual Root—how can her sword technique manifest such overwhelming ice? Could she actually be a Dual Spiritual Root cultivator?

Bathed in the icy precipitation, Feng Jue stood over Bai Fenghui, who lay gasping in a pool of blood. He repeated the same desperate plea over and over: “You promised you wouldn’t kill me…” His ashen face twisted with the regret and terror of a defeated man.

Feng Jue straightened her robes and casually flicked her whip, its tip hooking around Bai Fenghui’s neck. With a swift step forward, she pulled him toward her.

The world transformed. The relentless snowfall within the Secret Realm seemed to extend beyond its borders. Outside, winter had arrived, blanketing the towering peaks in a pristine layer of white.

Feng Jue flicked her whip, sending Bai Fenghui tumbling across the ground in a series of violent rolls. Blood stained the earth as he lay shivering, muttering incoherently. Feng Jue, looking bored, retrieved the sword she had used to dissect Spiritual Beasts in the Secret Realm from her Storage Ring and stalked toward him.

She raised the sword.

Bai Fenghui stiffened, his pupils constricting.

A strange silver-white object emerged from Feng Jue’s chest, crawled up to her shoulder, slid down her arm, and settled on her wrist. 03 hopped, then pressed down on Feng Jue’s wrist.

Thwack.

The blade pierced Bai Fenghui’s chest, ending his life in an instant.

“I promised you wouldn’t die within the Secret Realm, and I kept my word,” Feng Jue said with a cold smile. She gathered the silver orb into her palm and swept away with a flick of her sleeves.

In the snow-covered ground, Bai Fenghui’s wide eyes stared upward, his dying image lingering like an echo.

…So, the 03 Ball really exists.

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