My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 38.2

The disciples of the Autumn Water Pavilion knew the most about the Chongshan Immortal Palace’s inheritance, but they would never leak such information, nor would they go to the Central Continent to inform the Yuding Sect. Since Nie Xiu knew about the inheritance, it meant either her sect possessed a rare copy of the Chongshan Immortal Venerable’s text, or she had heard it from someone else.

Before Feng Jue could respond, Nie Xiu declared with absolute certainty, “The Chongshan Secret Realm has ascended! My two excellent disciples rushed thousands of miles to reach the realm, only to narrowly miss the inheritance. Their spiritual and wisdom roots far surpass others. If not for someone interfering, how could you have seized the opportunity before them?”

“I sent people to investigate, and it’s clear that only you faced the trial within the Illusionary Realm! If you hadn’t broken the illusion, how could they have failed at the first stage? You’re clearly doing this selfish act to secure the opportunity for yourself! If others had been allowed to enter the trial together, who knows who would have ultimately claimed the prize?”

“I advise you to honestly return the opportunity to my disciple! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being blunt!”

Nie Xiu’s words echoed throughout the ship, gaining nods of agreement from many present. Among them were those who had been trapped within the illusion and only escaped thanks to Feng Jue’s actions.

These disciples from various sects had gathered to confront Feng Jue, all supporting Nie Xiu’s accusations.

“Shameless!” Qiu Shuangshuang spat, grinding her teeth. “Forget that the opportunity itself depends on luck—how many of these people could have even escaped the illusion? And even if they did, who among them could face the Shen, a Nascent Soul Stage Spiritual Beast?”

“If my Master hadn’t broken the formation, those who failed to escape would have died inside!”

Having experienced it herself, she knew the Chongshan Immortal Palace’s Secret Realm was designed for the one-in-ten-thousand. And Feng Jue was precisely that one-in-ten-thousand!

These ungrateful fools were blaming her Master instead of showing gratitude. It was utterly laughable!

Xue Bufan sighed. “They’re just looking for an excuse to seize it openly.”

Siyi didn’t judge Nie Xiu’s words. She simply observed the cultivators on the nearby ships and felt that compared to them, Gu Yuqing actually stood a slim chance of being saved.

Inside the third-floor curtain of Lanyang Palace’s large ship, a spherical Bead spun in a circle.

In a cool, clear voice, it declared, “I’ll go kill them myself.”

Ever since acquiring the Little Sword, their System True had become utterly unchecked, barking threats of violence all day. Feng Jue tried to teach 03 more indirect methods, but 03 waved her off. Once 03 settled in her palm, she began a live demonstration.

Feng Jue sneered, her voice echoing across the ships. “Do you think I need you to teach me how to handle things, Nie Xiu? Who do you think you are?”

“And your disciple—so outstanding and transcendent. How could I possibly hold her back at the first stage? Shouldn’t she have ascended directly to immortality? Why bother remaining a mere mortal?”

The air went still again. Then, someone on Lanyang Palace’s ship burst into laughter, followed by the disciples of Autumn Water Pavilion and the spectators. Even Qiu Shuangshuang laughed heartily.

“That’s right! Hurry up and ascend already!” The mortal realm was no place for them!

Nie Xiu’s face darkened. He slammed his hand against the railing, unleashing the oppressive aura of the Nascent Soul Stage. The protective barriers of the large ships held back the full force, but the cultivators on the smaller spiritual ships felt their knees buckle under the pressure, forcing them to their knees.

Their faces paled as they lowered their heads, too terrified to laugh again.

The disciples of Lanyang Palace and Autumn Water Pavilion, protected by their defensive barrier, continued to laugh. Siyi, in particular, smiled brightly. The chief steward of Lanyang Palace spoke softly, “Whomever gains the opportunity of the Immortal Palace is favored by the Heavenly Dao. Even if our Palace Master were to inherit the legacy, your disciples’ misfortune would be their own fault. If they’re dissatisfied, they should handle it themselves…”

Siyi’s eyes flickered as she chuckled, “If you insist on acting in their place, our Lanyang Palace could also request intervention from higher authorities. Back and forth like this, and we’ll only sow enmity.”

Her tone carried a weighty meaning. As she spoke, she tilted her head to gaze at the Phoenix Flag fluttering in the sky.

Nie Xiu pursed his lips, remaining silent. How could he miss Siyi’s veiled threat? She was warning him not to act personally and to send his disciples instead. But both his disciples were only at the Foundation Establishment Stage—how could they possibly stand a chance against Feng Jue?

Yet the opportunity was right before him. How could he bear to give up?

This was the legacy of an ascended Immortal! If not for that, he wouldn’t have dared to intercept Lanyang Palace’s ship!

Behind Nie Xiu stood his two disciples, a man and a woman. One of them lowered their head, resentment simmering in their voice. “Master! What’s there to fear in making an enemy? How many formidable figures does Lanyang Palace truly have? Even if they brought out their Deity Transformation Stage cultivators who’ve been in seclusion all this time, we still have our Grandmaster!”

“Shut up, you fool!” Nie Xiu snapped. “You don’t know a damn thing!”

Even if Lanyang Palace lacked formidable experts, no one would dare voice intentions to make an enemy of them. To do so would invite ridicule from the entire righteous world!

Nie Xiu’s disciple, having been scolded, lowered his head but secretly pursed his lips.

Whether they knew or not, this confrontation would inevitably sow seeds of resentment. How could they possibly smile and greet each other amicably in the future? And to think Palace Master Feng had dared point at her master and curse, yet her master still endured it. Truly astonishing.

Nie Xiu seethed with anger. He abruptly rose, took the sword from his disciple, and declared coldly, “I have no desire to make an enemy of Lanyang Palace. I merely spoke of seizing opportunities. However, Palace Master Feng disrupted the Illusionary Realm, preventing my disciples from advancing to the subsequent trials. As their master, I must avenge them.”

“Palace Master Feng, I will suppress my cultivation to the Early Golden Core Stage and stake my inheritance against yours in a duel!”

The blatant arrogance on Nie Xiu’s face darkened the expressions of everyone on Lanyang Palace’s deck.

Behind the curtain, Feng Jue chuckled.

Noticing her gaze fixed on the Yuding Sect’s flag, 03 asked, “What’s so interesting about the flag?”

Feng Jue replied languidly, “It’s not a flag. It’s the Yuding Sect’s fig leaf.”

Feng Jue pinched 03, her red lips curving into a faint smile as her voice echoed across the towering peaks:

“I, the Palace Master, accept this challenge.”

Nie Xiu’s expression lit up with delight. Feng Jue continued, “However, before we begin, let all present know that the Chongshan Immortal Palace’s Inheritance did not fall into my hands. I hereby swear upon the Heavenly Dao that I failed the Chongshan Immortal Venerable’s trial. If I speak falsely, may my body perish and my path be extinguished.”

As her voice faded, the crowd tilted their heads skyward, waiting for lightning to strike. When none came, they frowned. Among the cultivators who entered the Chongshan Secret Realm, Feng Jue was undoubtedly the most exceptionally talented. If she hadn’t obtained the Inheritance, then who could have?

Someone immediately voiced this question, causing Feng Jue’s eyebrow to arch and her eyes to flicker.

On the deck, Xue Bufan startled, his gaze fixed on the sky.

How could Feng Jue have failed to obtain the Inheritance?! Impossible! He had clearly witnessed her sword techniques imbued with his master’s Sword Intent!

“Haha! She’s lying! She’s just using you for her own ends!” the Spiritual Consciousness in the ring scoffed telepathically. “And you still believe her? You even offered to give her that hard-won Thunder Bird Egg as compensation!”

Xue Bufan, long accustomed to the remnant spirit’s mockery, felt an unusual tightness in his chest. “Even you couldn’t see through her, Master?” he retorted. “That was your inheritance we’re talking about!”

The Spiritual Consciousness paused, abandoning its mockery. “Ahem,” it interjected, “could it be she possesses a magic tool that conceals heavenly secrets?”

Yes, that must be it!

Feng Jue, who had earlier sworn an oath on the Heavenly Dao that she hadn’t received the inheritance, now spoke calmly amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd. “I did, however, glimpse a figure on the Ladder to Immortality.”

The argument stilled. Xue Bufan broke out in a cold sweat and tilted his head back.

Floating in mid-air, fiery spiritual power traced the outline of a grotesquely hunched figure with an extremely ugly face.

“That’s him,” Feng Jue declared. “Only two reached the final trial—me and him. I failed at the Third Trial, so the inheritance must have fallen into his hands!”

The golden-red portrait loomed massive in the sky, as if determined to make everyone see that face. Yet the face was so old and ugly, so repulsive that it was impossible to look directly at it. Anyone who saw it would think of a half-buried corpse, someone utterly unfit to claim any inheritance.

Qiu Shuangshuang’s beautiful face twisted as she swallowed hard. She glanced at Xue Bufan beside her, his face pale and weak with exhaustion. She felt both sympathy and relief. Looks like we’ll never have to endure that eyesore again!

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd. “I’ve seen that face before! I saw him enter the Secret Realm with my own eyes! He’s real!”

“Me too! I saw him too!”

A single stone sent ripples through the crowd. More and more witnesses came forward, confirming the man’s existence and proving that Feng Jue’s account wasn’t fabricated. Yet this didn’t necessarily mean he was the one who had taken the opportunity. It was still possible that Feng Jue had seen him and was trying to scapegoat him, but she had sworn an oath on the Heavenly Dao…

Nie Xiu’s gaze remained skeptical. Behind him, a disciple shouted, “If that’s the case, why don’t you swear another oath on the Heavenly Dao to prove your words are true?”

“You’re going too far!” Qiu Shuangshuang stamped her foot, her voice trembling with anger as she fought back tears. “My Master would never lie!” she declared loudly, her voice ringing with indignation.

Xue Bufan cleared his throat. “That’s right. Palace Master Feng is not one to stoop to lies.”

And indeed, she wasn’t lying. Hmm…

In Feng Jue’s palm, 03 tapped its metallic surface. It turned to face her.

Feng Jue lowered her head, meeting 03’s gaze.

The System, which had been waiting for her to speak, quietly opened its inventory.

“Heh,” Feng Jue chuckled softly. The sound of her derisive laughter startled everyone, causing them to instantly close their mouths.

In the silence, the Palace Master of Lanyang Palace appeared, landing atop the spiritual ship. Her pale golden gown spread across the vermilion deck, creating a dazzling contrast. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, unadorned, yet her natural beauty was striking and unforgettable.

Holding a long whip, she declared coldly, “Ridiculous! Since when has Feng Jue, the Palace Master of Lanyang Palace, been subjected to questioning by your mediocre ilk?”

Her voice, filled with fury and mockery, was accompanied by a lash of her whip. The fiery whip, blazing with scorching flames, struck mercilessly at the Yuding Sect disciple who had demanded she swear an oath, sending him flying. Crimson and golden flames instantly engulfed him. Nie Xiu, caught off guard by Feng Jue’s sudden attack, hastily intervened to save his disciple. He was shocked by the ferocity of the flames—his prized disciple, blessed with exceptional spiritual and wisdom roots surpassing all others, had been nearly killed by a single lash.

“…”

Fear spread like wildfire. The disciples blocking the path of the Lanyang Palace’s spiritual ship instinctively retreated, their heated minds cooling as they remembered one crucial fact:

This was Lanyang Palace—the Lanyang Palace that had once slaughtered the demonic leaders of the Jiutian Cult, purifying the cultivation world; the Lanyang Palace whose righteous name echoed across the Five Continents! And Feng Jue was the only child of the Old Palace Master, once hailed as the greatest being under the Heavenly Dao!

Feng Jue’s lips curled into a smirk as she toyed with her fiery whip like a child’s plaything. She met Nie Xiu’s gaze, his eyes burning with caution and fury. Arching an eyebrow, she chuckled softly, “We agreed to a fight, didn’t we? Stealing opportunities isn’t becoming. Why don’t I give Fellow Daoist Nie a righteous cause—to avenge his disciple?”

“Shouldn’t you thank me for saving your face?” Feng Jue laughed heartily, her laughter ringing with delight.

Nie Xiu gritted his teeth and drew his sword. “You!”

He made no attempt to suppress his cultivation, determined to teach Feng Jue a harsh lesson. But in that fleeting moment, a resonant voice boomed across the distance:

“The Old Palace Master Feng of the Nine Springs would turn in her grave to see how you treat her bloodline!”

Qiu Shuangshuang, who had been wiping her tears in distress on the deck, froze in shock and delight. Her face lit up as she cried out, “Father!”

A spiritual ship bearing the red maple leaf flag of the Autumn Water Pavilion flew toward them from the horizon. Standing at the prow were a man and a woman—the speaker was none other than Qiu Shuangshuang’s father, the Pavilion Master of the Autumn Water Pavilion, and beside him stood a figure whose identity needed no introduction.

Qiu Shuangshuang’s tears flowed anew as she wailed, “Mother!”

She flew into the woman’s arms, and the woman stroked her daughter’s face with tenderness, checking her over from head to toe. Relieved to find no injuries, she sighed in relief.

Then she tossed Qiu Shuangshuang into the river.

Running away from home, are you?!

As her fury erupted, Pavilion Master Qiu’s heart trembled. He hesitated, then withdrew his hand from where he’d been about to reach for his daughter. Turning his back, he cleared his throat and redirected his anger toward the Yuding Sect disciples.

“Fellow Daoist Nie, how is your master doing? I’ve heard he’s been in secluded cultivation for years, making no progress in his cultivation. It seems true—if he were still active, he wouldn’t have allowed his disciple to commit such despicable acts: surrounding and ambushing others to steal their opportunities! Such shameful, contemptible, and vile foolishness!”

“Perhaps I should suppress my cultivation for a while and teach your disciple a proper lesson!”

Pavilion Master Qiu’s wife murmured, “That sounds reasonable.”

Nie Xiu’s face twisted. He knew this confrontation had reached its end. Both Pavilion Masters of the Autumn Water Pavilion were at the Deity Transformation Stage, and he was no match for them—like an egg smashing against a rock.

“Let’s go!” He flicked his sleeve, signaling his disciples to set sail.

Feng Jue let out a surprised “Eh?” and asked, looking genuinely puzzled, “Why aren’t you fighting anymore?”

Nie Xiu glared at her from afar, convinced that Feng Jue, protected by the Autumn Water Pavilion’s two Deity Transformation experts, was deliberately provoking him.

Feng Jue’s smile widened. Switching her whip to her left hand, she drawled lazily, “I never said you could leave yet.”

“I mean, all of you.”

The cultivators, having failed to gain any advantage and preparing to withdraw, watched as the Palace Master of Lanyang Palace, standing atop the ship and beautiful as an immortal, casually waved her hand. A faint metallic sound echoed across the heavens and earth, as if swords were unsheathing. A torrent of icy frost surged forth with a force that could freeze blood into ice, sweeping across the sky. Countless screams erupted as both small sect ships and the larger vessels fleeing in panic were coated in frost by the surging sword energy and exploded with a series of bangs.

Amidst the fleet, the Yuding Sect’s ship stood at the heart of the Sword Intent. Nie Xiu strained every ounce of his strength to resist, but he couldn’t block this terrifying force. His face paled as he braced himself for the impact. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he collapsed to his knees.

Amidst the disciples’ panicked cries of “The ship’s breaking!” the Yuding Sect’s vessel plummeted from the sky.

Nie Xiu clutched his chest, looking up from the falling ship to meet Feng Jue’s disdainful, downcast gaze.

I told you, she seemed to say silently, if you don’t watch where you’re going, you’ll crash your ship.

Feng Jue’s lips curved, her eyes icy. Just you wait.

White light filled the heavens and earth.

Amidst the falling debris and screams, Qiu Shuangshuang flew back and forth on her long spear, gleefully exclaiming, “It’s snowing!”

It’s snowing again!

Wei Yutong shook her head and bowed to her Master and Mistress. The Pavilion Master of Autumn Water Pavilion gazed at the woman standing in the snow and couldn’t help but remark, “This Sword Intent is domineering yet flamboyant, elegant yet unrestrained—truly befitting Palace Master Feng!”

Xue Bufan and Spiritual Consciousness simultaneously sighed in relief.

That’s right, it’s her!

Feng Jue lowered her gaze to her palm.

Feather-like snowflakes drifted onto System’s head.

03 braved the falling snow to blow on Little Sword, then popped it into his mouth and held up a display panel to Feng Jue.

“Thank you for the lesson.”

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