My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 37.2

The Water Dragon’s Roar flew swiftly to Feng Jue’s side. Under her wary gaze, it transformed into a coiling azure dragon. The dragon glanced at the distant Jiao Dragon undergoing its tribulation, then lowered its head to stare at Feng Jue’s chest.

Feng Jue: …

Two small holes in her robe revealed a pair of dark circles, and 03 and the Water Dragon’s Roar’s illusory form locked eyes. Overhead, the lightning was about to strike its second bolt. 03 waved a matchstick at the dragon.

Go away. I’m busy.

The Water Dragon’s Roar silently retracted its head and coiled beside Feng Jue, joining her… them in watching the distant Fire Rock Jiao Dragon.

Feng Jue’s heart skipped a beat as she realized 03 had been discovered by Water Dragon’s Roar. A flicker of irritation surfaced, likely due to the System’s unresponsiveness, but her frown deepened with worry. Though Water Dragon’s Roar remained motionless, she uneasily shifted sideways.

Across the mountain range, numerous cultivators witnessed this extraordinary spectacle.

A shimmering azure dragon, its scales radiating liquid light, coiled beside the Palace Master of Lanyang Palace, clad in crimson robes. Before them, dark thunderclouds gathered, their oppressive might shaking the earth with each crashing Thunder Tribulation.

Beneath the relentless barrage, the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon’s scales erupted in flames as it writhed in the sea of lightning. As the Thunder Tribulation intensified, its scales shattered under the bolts, and a fragment of its horn snapped off, falling into the crimson sea like charred wood.

Feng Jue gripped her Natal Magic Weapon tightly, only exhaling slowly after the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon endured the final thunderclap.

“Not bad,” she said. “Lingshi has formed its core.”

The thunderclouds dissipated, replaced by auspicious clouds drifting across a clear sky. Spiritual rain cascaded down, healing the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon’s wounds and regenerating its horn. With a triumphant roar to the heavens, it descended to the ground.

Yet instead of flying over to claim Feng Jue’s praise, the dragon remained coiled in place. Feng Jue’s eyes widened as she realized the spiritual power fluctuations from Lingshi hadn’t ceased—they had intensified. Astonishingly, after Advancing to Golden Core, Lingshi had broken through another tier, directly reaching the Middle Golden Core Stage!

“What on earth did you feed it?” Feng Jue demanded, her voice tinged with disbelief.

03 calmly rebutted Feng Jue’s accusation. “The Qilin fed it.”

It’s just a heartless system mindlessly sprinkling seasoning.

The Qilin, having slept for too many years, seemed to have no regard for sustainability, fishing everything dry as it indiscriminately caught every nearby Spiritual Beast to roast.

“Forgive it,” 03 said. “After all, we don’t know when it will wake up next.”

Feng Jue scoffed. When Lingshi swam over, she patted its head and whispered, “If you ever see the Qilin again in your lifetime, don’t forget to thank it properly.”

Lingshi roared in agreement.

Swishing its tail, it deliberately raised its body to block the path between the Water Dragon and Feng Jue.

Where did this dragon come from? So important, huh? Go away, go away!

Water Dragon’s Roar seemed oblivious to Lingshi’s hostility as it swam closer from another direction. Dragons were legendary divine beasts, and Water Dragon’s Roar was a world-renowned sacred weapon. Even as a phantom projection, its aura was overwhelmingly majestic—how could Feng Jue not be wary?

Water Dragon’s Roar merely glanced again at Feng Jue’s collar, where a small sphere cautiously peeked out, curiously meeting its gaze.

“Sword Intent… commendable,” a clear voice resonated from the Water Dragon’s phantom form. With that, the dragon reformed into a long spear and soared skyward.

Feng Jue, the System, and the Jiao Dragon all tilted their heads upward, question marks practically floating above them.

Did it really come here just to say those four words?

03 parted Feng Jue’s hair to glimpse the shadow of Water Dragon’s Roar. The azure spear soared over Qiu Shuangshuang and Wei Yutong, ignoring Qiu Shuangshuang’s frantic waving and shouting as it hurtled toward the spirit ship flying the Phoenix Flag.

Having been ignored by Water Dragon’s Roar, Qiu Shuangshuang slumped in dejection as Wei Yutong led her over to offer congratulations to Feng Jue.

Feng Jue’s mocking expression vanished, and she replied solemnly, “Thank you.”

Qiu Shuangshuang, defeated by Water Dragon’s Roar, hung her head. Then, subtly glancing at Feng Jue, her eyes darted about. Seizing the moment Wei Yutong wasn’t looking, she abruptly dropped to her knees with a thud.

Cuddled against Feng Jue’s collar, 03 immediately sensed Feng Jue’s shoulders stiffen. Unable to resist, it reached out to massage them.

Wei Yutong snapped, “Junior Sister Apprentice!”

Ignoring her, Qiu Shuangshuang shouted, “Master! Please accept me as your disciple! I want to become your disciple! To serve you loyally! I just want you to teach me that technique—the one where phoenixes fill the sky!” She spread her arms wide to demonstrate.

Wei Yutong tried to pull Qiu Shuangshuang up, but Qiu Shuangshuang seemed determined to remain prostrated before Feng Jue, her knees glued to the ground. Wei Yutong shot Feng Jue an awkward glance.

Feng Jue replied expressionlessly, “I don’t accept.”

“Below Qihuang Peak, no crybabies are accepted.”

Qiu Shuangshuang, who had been on the verge of tears, quickly held them back and declared resolutely, “From now on, my name is Qiu Bukui—Qiu ‘Don’t Cry’!”

Wei Yutong hissed, “Junior Sister Apprentice, we should discuss this with Master and Mistress back at Autumn Water Pavilion!”

There’s no time for that!

If not for fear of being kicked away by Feng Jue, Qiu Shuangshuang would have thrown herself forward to cling to Feng Jue’s legs and begged until she agreed.

Feng Jue seemed to sense her intentions. She gripped the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon’s horns warily, pulling it to block her path. “Our spiritual roots are incompatible,” she said coldly. “Taking you as my apprentice would only hinder your progress.”

Qiu Shuangshuang blinked, then threw herself onto Lingshi, undeterred. “Master, that final technique you used was amazing—the one that made it snow! Ice gives birth to snow, which is connected to my Water Spiritual Root. Surely I can learn it!”

Feng Jue’s eyes seemed to freeze over. She reached down and pinched the hidden lump under her robes.

One lie requires a hundred more to cover it, and one misunderstanding needs a hundred excuses to fill the gap!

Feng Jue, with her supreme Fire Spiritual Root, couldn’t tolerate even a drop of water. “That wasn’t my technique,” she said frostily. “It was a life-saving talisman I purchased. It has nothing to do with me. You’ve chosen the wrong master.”

Fearing Qiu Shuangshuang would persist, Feng Jue leaped onto Lingshi’s back. The dragon soared into the air, carrying its master toward the massive ship of Lanyang Palace.

In terms of cultivation level, Lingshi was now slightly higher than Feng Jue, leaving the two Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators far behind. Wei Yutong pulled up the tearful Qiu Shuangshuang, who was barely holding back her tears, and sighed. “Both Master and Mistress have Water Spiritual Roots, and you’ll inherit treasures like the Water Dragon’s Roar. Junior Sister Apprentice, why insist on becoming Palace Master Feng’s disciple?”

Qiu Shuangshuang couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. Stamping her foot, she whimpered, “Palace Master Feng isn’t just powerful—she’s also so heroic! You saw how she killed the Thunder Bird and repelled the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon, Senior Sister Apprentice! How majestic!”

She wanted to be as majestic as Feng Jue!

Wei Yutong wiped the tears from Qiu Shuangshuang’s cheeks, looking at her stubborn face helplessly. “Master and Mistress have higher cultivation levels than Palace Master Feng. Aren’t they impressive too? Don’t be so willful. Come back to the Autumn Water Pavilion with me.”

Qiu Shuangshuang gripped a nearby blade of grass, pouting defiantly.

Feng Jue returned to the spirit ship. Apart from those recovering from serious injuries, all Lanyang Palace disciples were gathered on the deck, joyously congratulating her. Feng Jue lazily glanced over the crowd, noticing the Renyang Peak disciples standing at the back. When their gazes met, they all lowered their heads.

“Hmph.”

Feng Jue, uninterested in acknowledging them, flicked her sleeve and smiled. “I, the Palace Master, am deeply pleased that Lingshi has broken through to the Golden Core stage! Once we return to the palace, I will double the monthly stipends for all Inner Sect disciples this month. Each Inner Sect disciple will receive ten high-grade spirit stones, while Outer Sect disciples and palace staff will receive one hundred mid-grade spirit stones. All expenses will be borne by Qihuang Peak.”

Siyi responded with a beaming smile.

The disciples on the ship, both those who had entered the Secret Realm and those who remained to guard it, lit up with excitement and bowed in gratitude to Feng Jue.

Lanyang Palace already exuded the aura of the Eastern Continent’s foremost sect, boasting a vast number of disciples. Feng Jue’s casual reward amounted to a sum that smaller sects could only dream of.

Under the respectful gazes of her disciples, Feng Jue leisurely retreated to her chambers.

No sooner had she sat down than an unmentionable sphere hastily hopped onto the table, stopping before her teacup. 03 raised its matchstick-like appendage and pushed the teacup aside, then earnestly demanded, “Feng Jue, where are my spiritual beads?”

Your spiritual beads?

Feng Jue’s gaze immediately fell to the storage ring on her left ring finger. She remembered that after “punishing” 03 earlier, she hadn’t returned the spiritual beads. She hadn’t expected the sphere to remember.

“Here you go,” Feng Jue said with a smile, returning not only the two boxes of Spiritual Beads to 03, but also the rewards for navigating the Maze, slaying the Thunder Beast, obtaining the opportunity, and saving Feng Jue twice from danger.

Case after case of Spirit Stones and box after box of Spiritual Beads were stored in the ring on her ring finger. Along with these, she also placed the unfinished storybook, fragrant pastries, and 03’s “brother-sister bead” along with the jade bowl into the ring.

Feng Jue rummaged through the Storage Ring, finally pulling out a diamond-shaped stone.

It was the Spiritual Heart obtained during the first battle in the Chongshan Secret Realm.

At the time, Feng Jue had suspected the object might gain consciousness, but now, the Spiritual Heart lay motionless in her palm, as lifeless as any ordinary stone. Yet, after being removed from the ring for a moment, a dense spiritual mist began to spread.

“You can’t have this,” Feng Jue said. “I must place it beneath Qihuang Peak to regenerate a new Spiritual Vein.” She carefully returned the Spiritual Heart to its box.

The room was now filled with swirling spiritual mist, so dense that droplets of condensed spiritual energy formed on surfaces.

03 waved its matchstick-like body curiously, watching the mist swirl around it. A flower symbol appeared above its head.

Feng Jue chuckled, tapping her knuckles, adorned with the Storage Ring, on 03’s head. “Now you’re a Rich Bead,” she teased.

Rich Bead clasped Feng Jue’s fingers, squeezed them gently, and said warmly, “Thank you, Feng Jue.”

“Can you tell me about the cultivation technique now?” 03 asked.

Does she still remember this?

A vision suddenly flashed through Feng Jue’s mind: endless rows of Phoenix Flower Trees in the Sea of Blood, and beneath them, an aged woman. Her fingers stiffened momentarily before she smiled, withdrew her hand, and said, “Not yet. Let me rest for a while first, and I’ll explain it to you later. I need to absorb the spiritual energy in this room.”

“Alright.”

03 nodded, opened the Host-version task panel, and added [ Listen to the Host Tell of the Past ] to the task list.

Feng Jue watched helplessly as the task filled in automatically. Her expression was unreadable. When 03 looked at her quizzically, she offered a faint smile, lowered her lashes, and retrieved a meditation cushion to sit down.

The System, perched on the table, stared at Feng Jue’s back for a long moment before exclaiming in surprise.

It opened the task panel, looked at the new task, and thought: Feng Jue seems…

Heartbroken.

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