My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 44.2

The golden-red spiritual power surged into 03’s spiritual veins with tyrannical force, exuding an arrogant aura of unparalleled dominance. Even with Feng Jue restraining its power, nothing happened the moment it entered.

As if 03’s spiritual veins contained nothing at all.

Feng Jue’s eyes widened in shock, and she heard 03 say curiously, “Oh, so this is my spiritual power!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the previously calm spiritual veins surged to life, enthusiastically surrounding the uninvited guest. They brushed against him, touched him, and even pushed him inward with their golden-red spiritual power, as if to say, “Where do you want to go? Please, let me show you the way.”

Feng Jue’s expression grew even more astonished. “What… what is this?” she murmured. “You’re not an Ice Spiritual Root?”

03 said, “I am an Ice Spiritual Root?”

No, that’s not right.

03 tried again, “Then I’m not?”

Feng Jue: “……”

The two stared at each other. Feng Jue’s long lashes flickered as she suddenly turned to look at the longsword that had been casually tossed aside. The translucent blade lay on the ground, looking pitiful, as if dead, surrounded by a layer of frost.

Feng Jue was silent again.

She understood.

No wonder she couldn’t sense 03’s cultivation even after it became human. It was as if 03 was still that round bead. 03’s spiritual power had no attributes whatsoever! It wasn’t ice, fire, water, or any of the Five Elements. It had no connection to any of the rare spiritual roots. 03’s spiritual power… was simply 03.

If she were to let 03 use her Natal Magic Weapon, what would fall from the sky wouldn’t be snow, but fire!

“Hmph.” Feng Jue’s chest heaved as she stared at 03’s face, shaken. This person’s Spiritual Root was unprecedented, a one-of-a-kind existence under heaven!

Amidst her shock, Feng Jue’s red lips trembled slightly, and scattered thoughts drifted through her mind.

No attribute—that is 03’s Spiritual Root attribute. Doesn’t that mean she can freely choose and cultivate any of the world’s myriad cultivation techniques? With such innate talent, even trading her entire fortune for this… would be worth it.

03 tilted her head to the left, glancing at Feng Jue.

03 tilted her head to the right, glancing at Feng Jue.

Noticing Feng Jue’s unwavering gaze, her pupils following the movement of 03’s head, 03’s eyes lit up. She tilted her head even more, faster, until Feng Jue suddenly raised her hand.

Thud.

“Behave!” Feng Jue said, taking a deep breath. No matter how astonishing this thousand-year rarity of a Spiritual Root is, right now, you’re still just a clumsy thing deserving a knock.

The clumsy thing, having been knocked, uttered an “Oh!” and stood at attention. Her cool, aloof face remained impassive, her long lashes framing a gaze as frosty as the silver at her edges, which shimmered faintly under the starlight. Had a poet been present, they would have used the most exquisite words in the world to praise and describe her—her purity like the moon, her grace like snow, untouchable, unimaginable. She was so beautiful and—

How intimidating.

Feng Jue wished she could cover 03’s eyes. She sighed softly and said, “You’re not allowed to let anyone else examine your Spiritual Veins, understand?”

“Mm-hmm,” 03 nodded obediently. “No one else, just you.”

Feng Jue pursed her lips, lowering her gaze to 03’s wrist. She channeled her Spiritual Power again, guiding the flow through 03’s Spiritual Veins.

The golden-red Spiritual Power swam like a little goldfish in the sea, its peacock-like tail swishing playfully as it glided through the vast ocean. The sea was calm, its waters cradling the fish and waves propelling it forward. With an effortless flick of its tail, the goldfish reached the Sea of Consciousness.

The goldfish paused, gazing solemnly into this world deeper than the sea, its heart still racing with lingering fear.

This was Feng Jue’s first time witnessing another person’s Sea of Consciousness—and it belonged to a Nascent Soul Cultivator!

Nascent Soul…

A wave of emotions washed over Feng Jue: clarity, longing, reverence, and aspiration. Even though the surrounding Spiritual Power gently enveloped her, and the boundless Sea of Consciousness stared back at her placidly, she knew that if 03 chose to act, she could crush Feng Jue in an instant.

But 03 would never make a move on her.

Feng Jue’s heart swelled, a gentle smile blossoming on her face. Her voice softened as she asked, “Do you remember?”

I remember. I’ll pull the Inheritance from my stomach soon, 03 thought, cautiously opening her Sea of Consciousness. “Would you like to come in and sit a while?”

Within the open Sea of Consciousness, a perfectly spherical object, identical to 03’s System, slowly rotated. It was 03’s Nascent Soul.

Feng Jue froze, her face flushing crimson. Her golden-red Spiritual Power retreated violently, as if encountering a mortal enemy, and was swiftly withdrawn into her palm. As if burned, she flung away 03’s wrist and stumbled back two steps.

A question mark appeared above 03’s head. She raised her hand to inspect it—her wrist was smooth, without a single thorn. “You! Never say such things again!” Feng Jue, still flushed, abruptly turned her back, her earlier gentleness vanishing without a trace. With a flick of her sleeve, she declared, “Indecent!”

Huh!

On her first day as a human, 03 was called vulgar!

Feeling bewildered and wronged, the tears in the Bubble System above her head bubbled and wept.

“Why?” she asked. “What exactly is vulgar about me?”

Feng Jue’s face flushed even redder. Clearing her throat, she averted her gaze. “It’s not exactly vulgar.” Since 03 had promised her she would never let anyone else probe her Spiritual Veins, there was no chance of spiritual energy invading her Sea of Consciousness, no chance of their Divine Sense… intermingling, cough. Feng Jue coughed again, thinking 03 really reads too many romance novels.

She sighed in frustration. “Forget it!”

03 disliked the word “forget it.” She disliked uncertainty. She wanted to understand.

Feng Jue knew 03 wanted to understand, but she didn’t want 03 to understand. Her beautiful eyes flashed dangerously. “That’s not something you need to know right now. Focus on mastering the Sword Art first. If you can’t even channel your Spiritual Power, how will you protect me?”

With that, she stormed off, her red robes billowing in the wind. Unfortunately, 03, inexperienced in human affairs, failed to grasp the implications of this dramatic exit. She simply stared blankly at Feng Jue’s retreating figure.

The pearls embedded in the Martial Arts Platform cast a faint glow over the bluestone. In the mountainous Lanyang Palace, varying shades of light permeated the night, creating a serene stillness amidst the darkness.

Lanyang City, beyond the mountains, blazed with light, its candle glow resembling a serpentine dragon. The mortal realm appeared more intoxicated by sensual pleasures than even the cultivators, exuding an aura of reckless indulgence: “Let’s drink until dawn, and we won’t leave until we’re drunk!” Even the stars in the sky seemed to retreat three encampments away, overwhelmed by the city’s splendor.

Under the bright moon that illuminated the land, only one figure remained bathed in starlight, seated upon a moss-covered stone amidst the mountains. 03 picked up her sword, her silver hair cascading down and reflecting the starlight. Watching Feng Jue’s furious retreating figure, the Bubble System wept even more bitterly.

I’ve made Feng Jue angry.

This isn’t her usual irritation, 03 thought, this is… truly furious.

But where exactly had she gone wrong?

Puzzled, 03 lowered her head, staring at her sword. Residual traces of the vibrant golden-red spiritual power from earlier still lingered in her Spiritual Veins, warm and comforting. The Inheritance she had swallowed was now being diligently transported to her Sea of Consciousness by her silver spiritual power, then stuffed into her Nascent Soul Ball.

The ancient tome containing Sword Intent slowly turned a page, its pages dripping with the essence of the blade, unreservedly imparting the wisdom of past masters.

Involuntarily, 03 raised her sword toward the heavens.

Turbulent spiritual power surged into the blade. With a clear, ringing sound, a white streak slashed across the sky, eclipsing the stars in its radiance.

Within Lanyang Palace’s Inner Sect, every cultivator simultaneously sensed that soaring Sword Intent and instinctively looked toward Qihuang Peak. On Renyang Peak, Yan Qingluan burst out of her meditation chamber, staring in astonishment at Qihuang Peak. “Such formidable sword energy!” she couldn’t help but exclaim.

On the Five Peaks, the Peak Masters and Elders emerged, joining their disciples to gaze upward at the sky.

Inside the side hall, where Siyi was handling matters related to the Grand Competition, she startled, raising her eyes and pushing open the window to look toward the peak where Feng Jue lived. “What is this…?” she wondered aloud.

Feng Jue paused, opening her hand.

A white snowflake landed in her palm.

More snow rustled down, blanketing the mortal realm.

Cangshan Mountain was draped in snow, and Lanyang Palace was enveloped in the blizzard. Flying pavilions, crimson walls, and golden tiles were all covered in a layer of white. At the pavilion atop the mountain, a white crane spread its wings, circling the pine trees before smoothly gliding into the structure.

Outside the pavilion, a figure carrying a sword ran through the snow toward another person.

“Feng Jue!”

03’s silver hair whipped in the wind, adorned with snowflakes that turned even her long eyelashes white. She called out happily to the person who had stopped, “Feng Jue, I’ve got it!”

Feng Jue turned, nodded, and tossed the handful of snow she had collected onto 03’s face. 03 closed her eyes, laughing, and opened one eye.

“I saw it,” Feng Jue said. She wasn’t alone; thousands across the Hundred Peaks had witnessed it simultaneously.

03 studied Feng Jue’s expression. “Please don’t be angry,” she said. “Let me build you a snowman.”

Such a tall, imposing figure speaking such adorable words—it would have cured even genuine anger. And Feng Jue wasn’t truly angry, merely… embarrassed and annoyed.

She raised her hand and gently brushed 03’s eyelashes. The snowflakes clinging to her long lashes drifted down onto Feng Jue’s teal robes. Feng Jue’s lips curved into a smile, and she spoke softly, “Don’t be angry. Let’s go back. I had the palace staff prepare dinner. Don’t you want to try human food?”

Great! Feng Jue isn’t mad anymore.

03 sighed in relief and took Feng Jue’s hand, saying happily, “Thank you, Feng Jue.”

Feng Jue chuckled softly as the two walked back through the snow, their voices carried on the falling flakes.

“In the future, don’t use your bubble when we’re out,” Feng Jue said. “If someone sees it, they might think you’re practicing dark magic.”

03 asked, “Will I be mistaken for a monster? Like Lingshi or the Shen Maiden? But I’m just a System.”

“I’ll practice using my face instead.” 03 grinned. “Hahaha!”

“Oh, and 04 laughs like this: Kukuuku.”

“You’re so silly.”

“Waaah…”

In a side hall, the half-awake Fire Rock Jiao Dragon rolled over in its sleep, thinking dazedly, It’s snowing again. Aiya, the little animals in the mountains won’t come out tomorrow. What a pity.

The Jiao Dragon will have nothing to eat.

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