My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 37.1

The ship of Lanyang Palace was docked in a prominent position, guarded daily by disciples. Today, with the Secret Realm closed, the ship’s guardians were sweeping the cabin and clearing the accumulated snow in preparation for the Palace Master’s return.

As the melting snow shimmered with spiritual light, the Phoenix Flag of Lanyang Palace fluttered in the wind. Suddenly, a streak of crimson-gold light flashed and landed in the cabin.

The disciples witnessing this immediately bowed in greeting. “Welcome back, Palace Master!”

A calm voice echoed through the air, but Feng Jue, who had just returned to the cabin, coughed up a mouthful of crimson blood, her arms bracing herself against the jade table as she swayed unsteadily.

03’s eyes widened abruptly.

A bead of Feng Jue’s blood had splattered onto 03’s silver-white body, leaving a long streak. Uncharacteristically, 03’s bubble showed no reaction, its usual playful demeanor replaced by anxiety. It darted out urgently, its matchstick-like body grasping Feng Jue’s arm.

“I’m fine,” Feng Jue said calmly, retrieving a Spiritual Medicine from her Storage Ring. She poured half a palmful into her hand, swallowed it, and the medicine dissolved into spiritual power, surging into her spiritual veins like rain nourishing parched rivers.

Feng Jue raised her hand, shattering the blood-stained jade table with a single gesture. She then sat cross-legged to regulate her breathing. 03 circled her anxiously.

She could have summoned me.

A fierce expression appeared on 03’s bubble.

Although Feng Jue had successfully killed the Thunder Bird and gained the upper hand in her final battle with the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon, the sphere nestled within her, 03, knew all too well the sheer peril she had faced.

That Late Golden Core Stage Spiritual Beast was a full two minor realms above Feng Jue’s level!

Had the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon not first exhausted itself battling the Thunder Bird, leaving it at low health, and had Feng Jue not been protected by Fanzhi, countless defensive magic tools, spiritual medicines, and spiritual talismans, she likely wouldn’t have escaped its clutches.

In this world, there were no easy tier-skipping kills. Beyond sheer strength, one needed immense luck and boundless audacity.

Just like when facing the Shen Maiden, direct confrontation was impossible. She had to rely on indirect strategies. If the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon hadn’t been locked in a death struggle with the Thunder Bird, allowing Feng Jue to be the opportunistic skylark, she would have long since turned her attention to other opportunities.

Even wounded, Feng Jue dared not show the slightest sign of fatigue or fear, fearing that others would see through her facade and steal the fruits of her two days of covert preparation. It wasn’t until she returned to her ship that she finally dared to cough up blood and tend to her injuries.

03’s head buzzed with frustration, its screen flashing with red X’s. It retrieved Bai Fenghui’s character profile, tossed it to the ground; retrieved it again, tossed it again… Before long, a small mountain of virtual profiles littered the deck, each bearing a crimson X over Bai Fenghui’s face.

“Cultivation Technique,” 03 declared.

What was Feng Jue’s Cultivation Technique?

It drifted closer to Feng Jue.

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Feng Jue sat with her eyes closed.

Her long black hair cascaded down, pooling across her chest, the hem of her skirt, and the floor, winding sinuously beside her crimson robes. Pale spiritual energy surged from all directions, coalescing into specks of light that streamed into her body.

Outside the cabin, the noise grew louder as disciples returned to the ship.

The long-awaited Inner Sect Disciple tossed Spirit Stones into the Spirit Gathering Formation beneath the hull. As the formation activated, 03 observed the thickening spiritual energy and noted her deeply furrowed brow relax slightly.

Should I smooth Feng Jue’s frown?

03 circled Feng Jue once more, stopping at the same spot. I’ll help Feng Jue smooth her frown.

As a System, it was its duty to alleviate its Host’s troubles.

Feng Jue’s eyes remained tightly shut, her long lashes casting shadows that accentuated the fairness of her skin. The floral decoration between her brows had faded slightly, leaving only her lips a vivid red.

It was a bloodstain.

Not the delicate kind that merely touched the corners of the mouth; this blood stained her chin and splattered across her face.

Her proud, untouchable demeanor, usually so aloof and fearless, had been silently tinged with vulnerability by this injury. Yet 03 knew that the moment Feng Jue opened her eyes again, that fleeting fragility would vanish. She would once again become the imperious Palace Master of Lanyang Palace, unshaken and unchallenged.

Suddenly, 03 reached out and touched the bloodstained spot on its spherical body.

A wet stain appeared on the slender black arm, slowly drying under 03’s intense gaze. No trace of blood’s crimson remained, as if it had dissolved into the data-formed limb.

“…” 03 silently lowered its hand, gazing at Feng Jue.

After a long pause, it suddenly said, “Feng Jue, you look very beautiful like this.”

Quickly correcting itself, it added, “Extremely beautiful!”

“As lovely as a flower, as fragrant as jade, a celestial beauty, a peerless blossom—you captivate the entire world.”

03 explained, “By ‘world,’ I mean the planet—the very earth beneath our feet. Feng Jue, all the stars in the sky are spheres. I’ve observed many stars before, and when you ascend to immortality, you’ll be able to see them too.”

So, you mustn’t come to any harm.

It flew over to retrieve the medicine bottle Feng Jue had dropped, shaking it to hear the jingling sound of contents. Holding the bottle, 03 flew back and placed it within easy reach of Feng Jue.

A clamor erupted outside the cabin—the disciples of Lanyang Palace had returned. Some cheered, while others wailed, their raw emotions seeping through the walls and reaching the System’s ears.

03 remained motionless, its gaze fixed on Feng Jue.

When thunder cracked high above, followed by alarmed cries from the deck, 03 unhurriedly retrieved a small sword from its backpack. Turning, it drifted a meter away, its voice drifting lazily behind it:

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“Where are you going?”

Feng Jue was pleasantly surprised. “03?”

Feng Jue lowered her guard, her upright posture relaxing into a more casual pose. She reached up to tuck her hair, tilted her head to look at the sparkling 03 hovering above her, and repeated with a smile, “What do you want to do?”

03 raised its little sword. “I heard thunder—fierce thunder. It might be an enemy attack. I came to protect you.”

Feng Jue’s hand paused mid-motion, her lips curving into a soft smile.

“It’s not an attack. Lingshi is undergoing the Thunder Tribulation. I sensed her spiritual power awakening.” Feng Jue retrieved a jade hairpin and casually coiled her hair. She stepped forward, gathered 03 into her arms, and walked to the window, pointing at the distant rolling thunder. “Look.”

In the distance, it was as if the Battle of the Two Beasts had been replayed beyond the Secret Realm, though this time without the blazing sea of fire. The entire sky was now dominated by thunderclouds, and a fiery-red Jiao Dragon coiled atop a mountain peak, its head tilted upward toward the heavens.

Under the Thunder Tribulation, Lingshi bore no trace of her usual clingy, spoiled demeanor. The ferocity of the beast surged within her, her azure eyes fixed intently on the brewing heavenly lightning, a furious roar tearing from her throat.

Come at me! The Jiao fears no thunder!

03’s vision blurred momentarily. Feng Jue had flown out to support Lingshi during the Thunder Tribulation, rendering its own swift flight unnecessary. After a moment’s pause, 03 retrieved a fluorescent stick from its small backpack and raised it high.

“Go, go!”

Feng Jue’s lips twitched, and she casually perched 03 on her shoulder.

“Growing taller,” 03 waved its fluorescent wand in a dazzling array of colors. When it came to cheering on the team, even a High-Level System like 03 refused to be outdone.

As the Illusionary Realm closed, cultivators for miles around witnessed the commotion. Some malicious individuals stealthily approached, but just as they gripped their Magic Tools, a beam of white light pierced their palm from an unseen source.

Screaming, the cultivator fled in panic.

A luminous jade orb circled Siyi’s palm as she smiled and addressed the disciples on the ship. “Let’s assist Lingshi in passing her tribulation first.”

“Yes!”

The disciples scattered to positions outside the thunder array, vigilantly watching for any villains who might attempt to disrupt the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon’s tribulation.

The imposing presence of Lanyang Palace’s disciples deterred those harboring ill intent, forcing them to slink away. Meanwhile, well-intentioned disciples from various sects gathered at the mountain’s peak to observe the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon’s tribulation.

This was a Golden Core breakthrough Thunder Tribulation! Witnessing it might grant divine enlightenment!

Feng Jue stood close to the tribulation, lightly flicking her whip against the ground. Noticing the growing crowd, she said, “Hide.”

03, still vigorously waving its fluorescent wand, uttered a soft “oh,” then stuffed the wand into its mouth. It then reached out and parted Feng Jue’s hair.

He burrowed into her collar.

If anyone stood next to Feng Jue, they would easily see the fabric at her shoulder puff out into a small ball, then roll down and disappear into her lapels.

Feng Jue: ……

“Feng Jue, are you planning to burn this dress?” 03 asked.

Feng Jue narrowed her eyes warily, unsure of 03’s intentions.

03 thought: Feng Jue hasn’t said anything.

Feng Jue remained silent, tacitly acquiescing.

The System carefully withdrew a small sword from its backpack, then carefully poked two tiny holes in the fabric before carefully sheathing the blade again, as if terrified of accidentally harming Feng Jue.

Having completed its task, 03 pressed its eyes against the holes with satisfaction.

Just right. 

Feng Jue: …………

In that instant, she desperately missed the old 03—the one she could neither touch nor reach.

From its VIP seat, 03 thrust a matchstick-like finger into one of the holes and declared in a cold, serious voice, “Murderous intent!”

Feng Jue: “Hmph.”

She suddenly raised her arms and crossed them over her chest.

The ball of fabric beneath her lapels was squeezed upward, causing a small head to peek out from the opening.

03: “Eh?”

While the human and the System were “communicating,” the first violent thunderclap roared from the storm clouds. A bolt of lightning, tearing through the sky with devastating force, crashed down from the heart of the storm toward the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon.

Lingshi’s massive body twisted as she surged toward the Purple Lightning. The fire-red scales on her body were stained with a nearly black-purple hue by the lightning’s glow, while the flames on her horns shrank to a feeble candle-like glow under the pressure of the lightning. The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon opened its maw and spat forth flames.

Fire and Thunder Tribulation collided. The thunderclouds above the lightning roared, their thunderous booms sounding like both threats and furious roars.

Boom!

The earth trembled with the thunderous roar, the mountains seeming on the verge of collapsing under the heavenly lightning. Feng Jue watched as the flames completely devoured the lightning, nodding in satisfaction.

But this was only the first bolt of the Thunder Tribulation. The tribulations would only grow more violent and dangerous as they progressed. Countless cultivators throughout history had died under the Thunder Tribulation, and even Feng Jue couldn’t intervene to help Lingshi pass it.

Just as Lingshi had once said, no one could split the Thunder Tribulation for her. This was a cultivator’s personal tribulation, and she could only rely on herself.

The thunderclouds in the sky brewed again. Having withstood the first bolt, Lingshi now appeared much more confident, the flames on her horns burning high and swirling in circles in the air.

Feng Jue: …Foolish.

“Palace Master Feng! Master!!”

A familiar voice called out from down the mountain.

03 tilted her head back and addressed Feng Jue’s chin. “It’s Qiu Shuangshuang.”

“Hmm.”

Feng Jue didn’t want to acknowledge her, but as the shouting grew louder, she turned around impatiently. She saw Qiu Shuangshuang excitedly standing on her Flying Magic Tool, being held by the collar from behind by Wei Yutong.

“…”

Even more foolish.

Wei Yutong, still restraining Qiu Shuangshuang to prevent her from acting rashly, bowed to Feng Jue, assuring her of their good intentions and pleading that Palace Master Feng wouldn’t hold her responsible. After all, her Junior Sister Apprentice was simply too difficult to control.

At that moment, the azure spear in Qiu Shuangshuang’s hand suddenly shot forward, breaking free from her grasp and hurtling toward Feng Jue.

Qiu Shuangshuang paled with shock. “Water Dragon’s Roar!”

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