My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 44.1

Dressed in fragrant clothes and sipping fragrant tea, 03 savored the pleasures of being human and felt an urge to tease Hua Hua. However, human bodies aren’t composed of data, so she couldn’t simply “squeeze” Hua Hua out.

A bubble appeared above 03’s head, and a large flower drifted out from it.

Feng Jue paused mid-sip and asked, “Now that you’ve become human, can you still use the System’s abilities?”

“Yes,” 03 replied. “Some functions just need their paths adjusted and their code rewritten.”

For example, she could no longer use data to mold herself into a matchstick. 03 found her current limbs perfectly functional and had no need for such transformations. She unzipped her backpack and, in front of Feng Jue, retrieved a sword, a seal platform, and a bead.

Feng Jue picked up the small bead. Now devoid of the System’s soul, it was simply a bead, emitting a faint glow. She placed the bead in her teacup and covered it, glancing at the seal platform.

The seal platform, named the Scarlet Moon Blood Seal, was something 03 had acquired while battling Thunder Beasts in the Chongshan Secret Realm. It was a deep crimson, resembling a flawless piece of chicken bloodstone carved into a single, seamless piece. The grip was spherical, encircled by a ring of phantom images. Upon closer inspection, Feng Jue recognized them as the five phases of the moon: New Moon, Waxing Crescent, Full Moon, Waning Crescent, and Dark Moon.

The Scarlet Moon Seal Platform had only been used once by 03. At that time, a crescent moon hung in the sky, its light sharp as blades, slicing across the Thunder Beast’s body. Trapped within the Seal Array, the Thunder Beast let out agonized cries, its suffering unbearable.

Capable of both trapping and attacking, it was truly an extraordinary magic tool.

Feng Jue’s gaze finally settled on the sword beside it. Come to think of it, this was the first time she had seen the sword at its normal size—no, a size fitting for a human—and it even had a scabbard.

No wonder there was always the sound of a sword being drawn when 03 unsheathed it before. The drawing motion must have been synchronized with the act of removing it.

Seeing Feng Jue pick up the sword, 03 hurriedly warned, “Be careful.”

“It’s fine,” Feng Jue replied calmly, raising the sword to admire it. The blade was slender and elongated, its color resembling neither ice nor jade, yet possessing a natural elegance like 03’s. From hilt to tip, the only ornamentation was a vibrant red bead embedded in the hilt.

As Feng Jue gripped the hilt, a sudden chill washed over her. Surprised, she slowly drew the sword.

Ice-cold air erupted from the sheath.

The nearly transparent blade ascended inch by inch, reflecting Feng Jue’s face. Dark patterns along the blade’s edges flowed and refracted icy light as she drew it.

The room’s temperature plummeted.

Feng Jue marveled, raising the icy-sharp Divine Weapon. “It’s this,” she sighed. “It saved me twice.”

03 tilted her head, and her reflection appeared on the opposite side of the blade. Their eyes met across the gleaming edge. 03’s silver hair cascaded down, brushing against her face and pooling on her shoulders. Her eyelashes shimmered with a faint silver as she blinked.

“I saved you,” 03 stated earnestly.

Feng Jue glanced at her, then strode out of the room, the sword in hand. She crossed the garden and arrived at the Martial Arts Platform.

03 followed behind.

The platform stood on a mountain’s peak, offering a panoramic view of the vast landscape stretching out below.

Beyond the mountains, the sun was setting, its rays painting the clouds in vibrant hues. The vast river and towering peaks bowed before the setting sun, as if paying their respects. The orange glow draped a gauzy veil over the land and sea.

03 suddenly stopped, gazing at the magnificent sunset through human eyes. Her pupils slowly widened.

“Wow,” she breathed, instinctively pulling out her notepad to sketch the sunset and file it in her data archive.

Feng Jue glanced back at her.

Bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, 03’s silver hair shimmered like molten gold or flowing lava. She smiled softly and called out, “Ling…”

“Three,” Feng Jue murmured, silently clicking her tongue.

03 gazed at the clouds. “I’m here,” she said. Turning around, she saw Feng Jue already standing at the center of the Martial Arts Platform.

“I’ll test your sword,” Feng Jue declared.

Alright, alright, as long as the Host stays safe.

03 obediently stood outside the platform.

On the platform, Feng Jue composed herself, drawing her sword and assuming a stance.

Spiritual power surged and swirled around Qihuang Peak. The longsword hummed as a steady stream of spiritual power flowed into its blade, which glowed with a faint crimson. As it sliced through the twilight sky, its gleam harmonized with the setting sun and resonated with the long wind.

03 watched Feng Jue intently, observing her lightness, graceful as a swallow, her movements swift and elegant. The luminous sword glinted against her fluttering skirts, beautiful yet dangerous, its fluctuating light capable of taking a life in an instant or annihilating an army with equal ease—all depending on the wielder’s whim.

Outside the mountain, a White Crane flew in and perched on a nearby pavilion, its bead-like black eyes fixed on the peak’s master. The crane sensed a faint chill emanating from the divine weapon in the Peak Master’s hand—wherever the sword’s light touched, a thin layer of frost crystallized.

No snow fell, and the air carried a chill. The White Crane strode gracefully across the golden tiles, occasionally spreading its wings and calling to the Peak Master. The lingering sunlight struggled on the horizon, torn away by the indigo twilight. The sky now belonged to the stars, reflecting the frosty earth below.

The Silver-Red Sword glint flashed through the air, gradually fading as Feng Jue sheathed her blade, closed her eyes, and regulated her breathing.

The Bubble System, holding a glowing stick, waved it left and right. 03, perched atop the Bubble System, clapped her hands.

“Feng Jue, you’re amazing,” she praised sincerely.

Feng Jue snorted softly, spinning her sword in a flourish. Unfading spiritual power cascaded from the blade’s tip in shimmering sparks.

“This sword has a freezing attribute, and its spiritual power is incompatible with mine,” Feng Jue explained. “Even if I use all my strength, I can only unleash a fraction of its true power. Come here.”

03 clapped her hands and approached, taking the sword from Feng Jue.

The moment 03 gripped the hilt, the sword emitted a clear, resonant cry—louder than when Feng Jue held it, as if in delight. Witnessing this, Feng Jue’s lips curled into a smirk. She crossed her arms and snorted again.

“Your turn,” she said. “Since you received the Chongshan Immortal Venerable’s Inheritance, I’ve never seen you actually use sword techniques. Let me see how amazing you really are.”

Feng Jue teased, “Aren’t you supposed to be protecting me?”

“Okay, okay.”

03 nodded, eager to mimic Feng Jue’s sword techniques. She tossed the sword into the air, but her hand closed around empty air as she tried to catch it. Her arm and the longsword crossed in mid-air, and the blade clattered to the ground, sending icy shards flying. Feng Jue’s expression turned blank, wishing she could pluck the question mark hovering above 03’s head and pin it to her own forehead.

“Isn’t this how it’s done?” 03 asked, genuinely puzzled. Quick to learn, she pulled up a search for “how to perform a beautiful sword flourish,” the results panel hovering large before her.

Feng Jue: “……”

Her expression grew even emptier as she watched the peerless Divine Weapon rise and fall in 03’s hand, over and over.

Clatter.

Clatter.

Clatter.

Feng Jue stared at the sword, which had crashed to the ground once again. She realized her thought was: See if you still enjoy this.

The sword didn’t enjoy it. It seemed to wail in despair.

03 sighed. “Human physiology operates differently from the System. I can’t generate sword flourish code and implant it into a human body for use.”

“…Forget about sword flourishes!” Feng Jue snapped. “Just show me how to use the sword properly!”

Alright, alright.

03 understood.

She swung the sword twice in the air, pretending to perform a sword flourish, then raised her other hand and pulled a glowing orb from her backpack.

It was the Inheritance of the Chongshan Immortal Venerable.

The moment the Inheritance appeared, the surging Sword Intent made Feng Jue’s expression stiffen. She unconsciously lowered her hand and stood solemnly. Just as she realized that 03 had been keeping the Inheritance in her backpack all along, 03 opened her mouth and, with an “ah woof,” swallowed it whole.

Feng Jue: “……???”

Huh?!

Without thinking, she rushed over, grabbed 03 by the chin, and demanded, utterly speechless, “What are you doing?”

Forced to keep her mouth open, 03 looked at Feng Jue’s shocked expression innocently and said, “Mmmn, just look at how much there was.”

I’ve done this before.

After speaking, she remembered, Oh right, I’m human now.

Aiya!

Bubbles popped up above 03’s head, and the Bubble System flushed red with embarrassment. Feng Jue’s face also flushed red with anger as she slowly lowered her hand, her expression darkening.

Seeing Feng Jue’s expression, 03 opened her mouth and burst out laughing, “Hahaha!”

Laugh, laugh! I knew you’d fall for that!

Feng Jue raised her hand and smacked 03 hard on the head. The sudden pain caused a surprised expression to appear on 03’s face.

“Feng Jue! That hurts!” 03 rubbed her forehead, looking so curious it seemed she wanted Feng Jue to hit her a few more times.

“Enough!” Feng Jue said coldly. “If you lose the Inheritance, where are you going to get another set of Cultivation Technique and Sword Art? You’re no longer that wealthy Small System you used to be!”

Feng Jue made it clear to 03 that she was now completely penniless.

“Whoa!”

Right, right. 03 wiped away nonexistent sweat, patted her belly, and turned to look behind her. She circled around, scanning the ground, and finally sighed in relief. Phew, phew. It’s still inside. It didn’t fall out.

Feng Jue sensed that 03 still had a long way to go in understanding human behavior. She resolved to remain as calm as possible during this process, knowing that getting angry would only hurt herself. After reciting the Mind-Purifying Incantation twice, she gently sighed and said, “Just channel the Inheritance through your Spiritual Veins into your Sea of Consciousness. Cultivate the technique daily and practice your Sword Art.”

Spiritual Veins.

03 pulled up an anatomical diagram of the human body and asked curiously, “Where are the Spiritual Veins?”

The setting for this story came from the author. 03 only had scientific anatomical diagrams of the human body, not any charts of Spiritual Veins from the cultivation world. Feng Jue shook her head, took 03’s hand, and pressed the tips of her index and middle fingers against the inside of 03’s wrist.

Ah, pulse diagnosis. 03 recognized the gesture. Old-fashioned Chinese medicine.

“I’m not sick,” 03 said earnestly. “Feng Jue, I swear.”

“Shut up,” Feng Jue snapped, feeling like the most patient person in the world. She scoffed coldly, “Later, I’ll channel a surge of Spiritual Power into your veins. You’ll need to follow its flow and guide the Inheritance you swallowed into your Sea of Consciousness.”

“Thank you, Feng Jue,” 03 said gratefully. “You’re so kind.”

“You can thank me later, after I don’t drive you to an early grave,” Feng Jue said irritably. “I have a Supreme Fire Spiritual Root. You might think it’s a rare Ice Spiritual Root among Water Spiritual Roots, but our Spiritual Roots are incompatible. You won’t like it when my Spiritual Power enters your Spiritual Veins, so if it hurts, you’ll just have to endure it! If you dare harm me, I’ll give you ten hard knocks on the head!”

Deciding that wasn’t severe enough, Feng Jue narrowed her eyes and glanced downward. “And a hundred more on your bottom!”

Hard knocks, mind you.

03: “Hisss!”

Knowing she deserved it, 03 clutched her bottom and rubbed her forehead where she’d been struck. The sword remained in her hand, swinging through the air, its blade catching starlight and glinting faintly.

The biting coldness in the air chilled Feng Jue’s heart. She pressed her lips together and snapped, “Put the sword away first!” She was genuinely worried that the Ice Spiritual Root might reject the incoming spiritual power and cause 03 to instinctively resist. She jabbed at 03’s body with the sword a couple of times.

03: “Now, I’m just an empty shell with cultivation but no skill.”

But the shell obeyed obediently. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the sword to the ground with a clatter.

[ 03: “Because storing physical items in the System Backpack is such a pain, involving code conversion and all sorts of issues, I’ve become quite adaptable!” ] 03 gave Feng Jue a thumbs-up with the same hand she’d used to toss the sword.

Feng Jue lowered her head silently, gazing at the priceless Supreme Magic Artifact lying on the cold ground. Given 03’s usual extravagance, Feng Jue wouldn’t have been surprised if this sword were a Divine Artifact.

Yet here it lay, casually discarded on the ground.

Feng Jue asked softly, “Does this sword have a name?”

03 replied, “It’s called the Nine Heavens Sword.”

“How many points did it cost?” Feng Jue asked.

“Not much,” 03 answered. “Far less than what I spent on my human form. Since it’s an item this world can accommodate, it only cost 48.9 million points.”

48.9 million… Just.

Feng Jue suddenly didn’t want to ask how many points 03’s human form had cost. She tightened her grip on 03’s wrist, and her fingers, resting on the pulse, slowly began to channel spiritual power into the vein.

“Don’t resist… me?” Feng Jue’s voice trailed off in confusion.

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