My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 50.2

Lanyang City, Longevity Inn

Xu Zehua landed in the courtyard, rushing into his room as if being chased. Hearing the commotion, a young man emerged from the west wing of the courtyard.

Before Xue Bushi reached Xu Zehua’s door, he heard a cacophony of crashing sounds from inside. He glanced cautiously over and saw Xu Zehua, consumed by rage, venting his fury by smashing objects in the room, his screams echoing through the air.

He had heard the Palace Master of Lanyang Palace’s voice earlier, but it wasn’t yet time for him to make an appearance. Xue Bushi refrained from joining the commotion. But seeing Xu Zehua’s reaction… had Elder Li lost?

Xue Bushi’s heart skipped a beat. He stole a sidelong glance at the members of the Scarlet Thunder Sword Sect who had followed Xu Zehua back. Their faces were deathly pale, trembling as if they’d seen a ghost. His eyes darted about, and he paused. Only after Xu Zehua had exhausted himself from shouting and thrashing about did Xue Bushi knock on the door, adopting a concerned expression and feigning shock. “Brother Xu! What’s happened to you?!”

Xu Zehua glared at Xue Bushi with a cold smile, his body still trembling. Despite his agitated state, he treated Xue Bushi with contemptuous authority. “Don’t play dumb!” he snarled. “Can’t you guess how I ended up like this?”

“This…” Xue Bushi chuckled awkwardly, shrinking back. With a fearful expression, he stammered, “Elder Li… he?”

At the mention of Elder Li, Xu Zehua was overwhelmed by memories of endless snow. The vision of Li Wuhe, frozen in death amidst the white expanse, haunted his dreams. A cold breeze seemed to brush against his neck, sending a shiver through him. “Elder Li is dead!” he exclaimed in horror.

Hiss. The Scarlet Thunder Sword Sect was one of the foremost sects in the Eastern Continent, and Elder Li was a dignified cultivator at the Late Nascent Soul Stage. Yet he had been killed so casually! Xue Bushi sighed inwardly and asked in a low voice, “Brother Xu, what’s the background of the Lingshan Sect? What explanation did the killer offer?”

Explanation…

Xu Zehua recalled the cold, detached gaze of the killer as he stood on the arena stage, sword in hand. His knees went weak again, and he instinctively braced his hand against the table, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Something’s wrong!” he muttered repeatedly. Suddenly, he slammed his hand down on the table, his eyes reddening with fury. He burst out laughing, “Ah! I see it now! This was all part of Lanyang Palace’s scheme! Feng Jue deliberately set this trap for the Scarlet Thunder Sword Sect!”

“How so?” Xue Bushi asked, startled.

Xu Zehua pushed himself up from the table, swaying unsteadily until Xue Bushi steadied him. He gave Xue Bushi an approving look and whispered, “Last night’s verbal duel was just a facade. From the Phoenix illusion to the subsequent insults, it was all a deliberate provocation to anger us and draw out the Scarlet Thunder Sword Sect! Do you remember the final Spiritual Power illusion from last night?”

He gripped Xue Bushi’s shoulders and shook him. “That was the killer who murdered Elder Li today!”

“Hahaha! It all fits together, every piece! Why else would they start with the Phoenix? Who in the Eastern Continent doesn’t know that the Phoenix is the symbol of Lanyang Palace?” Xu Zehua’s face was pale as he continued, “It was that provocative remark that made Elder Xu and I lead our men up the mountain to confront them. Feng Jue deliberately mocked us, filling us with rage. Tell me, what kind of coincidence is this? Elder Li, still seething with anger, ran right into that swordsman from yesterday! In their fury, they challenged each other to a duel to the death!”

“This was clearly a deliberate trap!” Xu Zehua roared, waving his hand dramatically. “Lanyang Palace’s schemes run deep! Feng Jue is truly venomous and treacherous!”

Xue Bushi had initially inwardly mocked Xu Zehua’s fanciful theories, but upon listening carefully, he found there was some merit to them. After a moment’s thought, he said, “For Lanyang Palace to host the Eastern Continent Grand Competition, they must have their own methods. It’s truly unfortunate about Elder Li…”

Xu Zehua shook his head and sighed. “My father and I had hoped Elder Li could keep Lanyang Palace in check, but to think he would meet such a fate!” Two tears rolled down his cheeks as he added, “It was all a deliberate trap set by Lanyang Palace. I must return and inform my father, then ask for his guidance.”

Xue Bushi remained silent, inwardly scoffing. Regardless of whether this deadly confrontation was intentional or not, if Xu Zehua claims it was deliberate, then it must be so. But what does this have to do with me? I’ll just sit back and watch the tiger fight. However, before the Scarlet Thunder Sword Sect causes trouble for Lanyang Palace, I need to meet Feng Jue first!

With this thought, Xue Bushi’s face twisted into an expression even more sorrowful than Xu Zehua’s, as if Li Wuhe were his own father. He shook his head repeatedly and supported Xu Zehua, saying, “Brother Xu, you’ve endured so much. It’s a miracle you returned safely. Though Elder Li has passed, you must go on living! How about this? Let me host a banquet tonight at Tingxian Residence to help you wash away the shock!”

Xu Zehua sighed, his voice slow and measured. “Elder Li has just left…”

“Haha, Brother Xu, you’re mistaken. I’m not just inviting you for drinks. Do you remember what’s next to the Tingxian Residence?” Xue Bushi asked with a grin, slinging an arm around Xu Zehua.

Next to the Tingxian Residence… the Weaver’s Workshop?

“I invited you to the Weaver’s Workshop just last night to get some clothes made. Now that we can’t directly confront Lanyang Palace, can’t we at least teach those impudent disciples a lesson?” Xue Bushi laughed heartily. “Don’t worry, Brother Xu. You won’t need to lift a finger. I’ll take care of this for you!”

Xu Zehua’s eyes lit up, and he called out sincerely, “Junior Brother Xue!”

Seeing Xu Zehua’s expression, Xue Bushi sneered inwardly but put on a pleading face. “About the Scarlet Thunder Sword Art…”

“Rest assured. If you help me settle this score today, I’ll take matters into my own hands and pass you the Sword Art. From then on, you’ll be a true disciple of the Scarlet Thunder Sword Sect!” Xu Zehua declared, pounding his chest.

Xue Bushi’s heart settled. “Yes! Thank you, Senior Brother Xu!” he exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement.

The two brothers walked out together.

Lanyang Palace.

After taking 03’s measurements, the seamstress from the Weaver’s Workshop retrieved several neatly folded garments from her Storage Ring and placed them on the table. “We apologize for the inadequate reception last night,” she said. “These clothes were specially tailored by our most skilled seamstresses, following the Palace Master’s instructions. They were worked through the night to approximate your size, Immortal Maiden. Please wear them until your custom-made garments are ready.”

Startled!

03’s eyes widened slightly. “I don’t have any money,” she murmured.

Had she not been under the watchful gaze of so many eyes, 03 might have blushed with embarrassment, thinking, How embarrassing! My purse is embarrassingly empty. She couldn’t help but acknowledge Feng Jue’s advice was spot-on: reckless spending would leave her broke. She hadn’t even earned enough points to exchange for Spirit Stones.

If she’d known this would happen, she should have asked Feng Jue for some pocket money first.

The seamstress covered her lips with a handkerchief, stifling a chuckle. “There’s no need to worry, Immortal Maiden,” she said. “The Palace Master has instructed that all expenses incurred at any of Lanyang Palace’s establishments in Lanyang City shall be charged to his account. If you require Spirit Stones, you may draw from the account at any time.”

03’s eyes widened further. “What a delightful surprise!” she exclaimed.

Is this… is this Feng Jue’s mission reward?

03’s heart fluttered with excitement, desperately wanting to find Feng Jue and ask. But Feng Jue was busy working, so she had to suppress her giddiness. She didn’t need the System’s guidance methods; she had cultivated an exceptionally friendly relationship with her Host on her own. If affection points went up to a hundred, they must be at seventy now!

No, eighty!

Far above the passing grade!

Overcome with happiness, 03’s System habits surfaced unconsciously. Unable to resist, she twirled around, her silver hair swirling through the air, jade pendants chiming melodiously. The three seamstresses who had climbed the mountain exchanged glances, their eyes smiling. After tidying up, the leader of the group said, “If there’s nothing else, we’ll take our leave now. The clothes will be delivered within two days. Please wait patiently, Immortal Maiden.”

“Thank you,” 03 replied gratefully, politely seeing her guests to the door and waving goodbye.

Only after the seamstresses’ figures had disappeared down the mountain path did she return to her room, still grinning. The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon was circling the table: even the Jiao Dragon wanted to wear beautiful clothes.

“Hurry up and transform,” 03 said, patting the Fire Rock Jiao Dragon on the head. She took out an unused electronic fluorescent stick and waved it left and right in front of the dragon as encouragement.

“Roar.” The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon coiled around 03’s leg, wanting to rub against its master and 03 as much as possible before transforming.

“Suffocating!”

Just as 03 picked up a dress, her vision suddenly darkened. “Please,” she said awkwardly, “give me the right to breathe.”

The Fire Rock Jiao Dragon emitted a series of gurgling sounds. 03 suspected this was Lingshi’s laughter.

How utterly hideous! She sighed, grabbed Lingshi’s dorsal fin, yanked the dragon off, and tossed it aside. Lingshi curled into a tight ball. Fine, you win. I can’t coil anymore, can’t coil anymore.

03 gasped for air, leaned down to pat Lingshi’s head, then picked up a sky-blue dress and disappeared behind the folding screen in the inner chamber to change. Lingshi swam aimlessly around the room, bored, until it heard 03 exclaim with a soft “Aiya.”

“Roar?” Lingshi hurried over and saw 03 emerge, holding a satin ribbon. Her long silver hair cascaded down, shimmering with crystalline sunlight.

“It fell out,” the frustrated System grumbled from its bubble, holding the satin ribbon up to her hair.

Feng Jue was truly amazing, managing to tie up such fine, slippery hair with just a ribbon. The Bubble System gave Feng Jue a thumbs-up across the room, and 03, still holding the thumb gesture, walked to the dressing table and tried to copy Feng Jue’s hairstyle.

The air began to fill with the tinkling of bells.

Half an hour later, 03 exclaimed, “Hah!”

The System was defeated.

Cutting water with a sword only makes it flow more; combing hair only deepens the frustration. Why do humans even have hair? Being bald like the System would be much better. 03 gazed at Lingshi with increasing distress.

Even the Jiao Dragon had hair.

Lingshi misunderstood, lifting her upper body to show 03 her short dragon claws beneath her scaled form.

The Jiao Dragon was no better off.

If you’re going to be human, you have to do it properly. You can’t go out looking disheveled. 03 had to find a solution. She stared at the mirror with a black line above her head. Lingshi swam back and forth behind her, and 03’s gaze followed her restlessly. Suddenly, an idea struck. The black line in the bubble vanished, replaced by a glowing light bulb.

Ding-dong.

System has been discovered!

Feng Jue landed outside the hall, adjusting the red flower at her temple. Out of the corner of her eye, she casually glanced to the side and froze.

The garden looked like it had been through a war.

Feng Jue: “……”

Could Lingshi have been rolling around in here with 03?

A mental image formed in Feng Jue’s mind, and she realized it wasn’t impossible. She hurried through the garden toward 03’s room, wondering if 03 was inside, when she suddenly heard light footsteps. 03 had noticed her return and come out to greet her.

Feng Jue’s lips curved into a smile, parted slightly, and she looked up. “I’m back—”

Her voice dissolved into a short, meaningless sound.

“Feng Jue, you’re back!” 03 ran to Feng Jue, took her hand, and said happily, “I was just about to go out and play.”

Feng Jue’s eyes

stared fixedly at the space above 03’s head. The corner of her mouth twitched. “Oh.”

Going out to play, huh?

A two-second pause.

“You’re planning to… just wear that and go out?”

03 glanced upward, wondering what was wrong. She had worked hard to tie her hair.

Above her head, her waist-length hair was neatly combed and tied high, coiled by a long, fiery-red Jiao Dragon. This was the Lord Lingshi the disciples of Lanyang Palace spoke of—the Middle Golden Core Stage Fire Rock Jiao Dragon, its head and tail connected, its mouth biting its own tail, obediently serving as 03’s hairband.

That alone would have been enough.

But—

This “hairband” had a crimson, gold-embroidered satin ribbon wrapped around its neck, tied into a perfectly symmetrical bow at the top! The two long tails of the ribbon hung down from the bow, framing 03’s face.

“What’s wrong?” 03 asked earnestly, turning to Feng Jue. “I worked hard to achieve my goal.”

Clear hair-binding task.

Feng Jue couldn’t utter a single word. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, nodded, then turned her gaze toward the distant mountains. The rolling peaks were lush with verdant foliage, creating a picturesque scene straight from a poem or painting.

Feng Jue stared intently at a cloud atop one of the mountains, squinting. 03 leaned closer, her expression solemn as she stared back. The bow on her head swayed in the wind, catching Feng Jue’s eye.

What perfect weather, Feng Jue thought to herself. Suddenly, she reached out and pinched 03’s cheek, turning her face aside.

Hmph.

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