My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 7

03 had initially wanted to ask Feng Jue about the differences in child-rearing techniques between same-sex Dao Companions in this world compared to her previous mission worlds. But Feng Jue’s gaze was less than friendly, carrying a hint of murderous intent. The advanced System 03, skilled in communicating with the Host, wisely clamped its virtual mouth shut and retreated to Feng Jue’s shoulder.

Let’s set out together.

Elder Li and Xue Mengtao boarded the Flying Ship after the Lanyang Palace group. Elder Li watched Siyi insert several upper-grade spirit stones into the formation, wincing in pain as he averted his gaze, his envy for Xue Mengtao plain in his eyes.

How had this girl obtained Feng Jue’s favor? Why didn’t such good fortune ever fall upon him? Had he grown too old? Elder Li sighed, stroking his roughened face.

Unaware of Elder Li’s envious gaze, Xue Mengtao stood in a corner, secretly shedding tears, still worried about Xue Bufan.

Behind the curtain, Feng Jue observed them with a cold, detached gaze, the corner of her mouth curling into a mocking smirk. “Truly devoted,” she remarked sarcastically.

Even Xue Bufan’s remains were worth risking their lives to bring home. Compared to the Xue Family and Lianshan Sect, who had abandoned his dignity, made him a laughingstock, and exploited his last shred of value, this genuine devotion must have been like coal in the snow to Xue Bufan.

If Xue Bufan truly followed 03’s prediction and, after his spiritual root revived, opened a harem and indulged in promiscuity, how could he ever repay this heartfelt loyalty?

“Still…” Feng Jue propped her cheek in her hand, musing lazily. What did any of this have to do with her?

Meanwhile, 03, busy scanning and updating the map, felt a familiar warmth on its “face”—that prickling sensation like crackling electricity was returning. Its two circular “eyes” snapped up, locking onto Feng Jue’s gaze.

Feng Jue paused, her slender fingers hovering over the black circles. Realizing she wasn’t being scolded, she boldly poked them.

Her pale, slender knuckles sank into the silvery-white glow. Feng Jue smiled, her two fingers swaying like fish tails within the luminous orb, trying to stir the light visible only to her.

03 stared at Feng Jue’s face, pondered for a moment, and then allowed data streams to flow along her fingers.

Sparkles of light lit up within the silver, shimmering like the Milky Way on a summer night, yet the entire mass remained the size of a System, barely fitting in the palm of her hand.

Feng Jue’s smile widened as she whispered to 03:

“By the way, these black circles will be your eyes from now on, won’t they?”

“Yes,” 03 replied. “I’ve concentrated the visual and scanning function code within the circles, making them equivalent to human eyes.”

There were no fixed positions; it could scan from anywhere it wanted. After all, it was a round data stream-formed System.

Feng Jue frowned. “Isn’t that limiting your capabilities?”

03, now confused, asked Feng Jue:

“Is that what the Host thinks? Don’t you feel a sense of familiarity?”

Its large eyes widened slightly, making it look like it was staring intently. The two matchstick legs beneath its round body lifted it up, and it raised its arms to perform a set of calisthenic exercises for Feng Jue.

“I want to get as close to humans as possible to build trust with my host,” 03 said earnestly, finishing a set of chest stretches. “My friend systems all believe this approach strengthens the bond with the host. Although this is my first mission, my relationship with the host is quite good, and I want to learn from its experience.”

The corner of Feng Jue’s mouth twitched.

“Instead of getting close to humans… why not just cultivate a human form?” Feng Jue asked. “Everything has a spirit. In the Cultivation World, even a blade of grass, a beast, or a tool can gain spiritual intelligence and manifest a human form. You systems are quite clever, with both capabilities and your own ideas. Why not simply use a human body—to accomplish your missions?”

She used the words 03 had said earlier.

03 answered earnestly: “In the world constructed by the Main System, there is a Shop open to all systems where human bodies can be purchased. However, it requires an enormous number of Points. Out of 9,365 systems, only 0.02% have been able to afford one.”

Feng Jue rested her forehead in her hand, closed her eyes briefly, and unconsciously clenched the fingers supporting 03 into a fist.

Silver light overlapped with her fist, and 03 couldn’t resist spinning around.

“You could have just told me that only two systems can afford to buy them!” Feng Jue snapped, grinding her teeth. She flicked her sleeve and shifted her posture to face 03, now floating in the air. “So, among those two systems, are you one of them?”

03 remained silent, tacitly acknowledging the truth.

This astonished Feng Jue. She hadn’t expected 03 to truly be as exceptional as it claimed. Nine thousand members—this number alone could rival any major sect in the Immortal Realm. 03 was undoubtedly a prodigy in its own world.

“It seems altering my fate won’t be easy,” Feng Jue said, suddenly shifting the topic to herself. Her tone was calm and flippant, as if she were discussing a cloud drifting by outside the window.

“But since it’s possible, why not just buy one? You seem eager to become human,” she said with a smile.

It… wanted to become human?

03’s dark circles under its eyes turned into question marks. “03 is a System,” it said. “Customizing a body from the Main System would consume a massive amount of Points. It’s a meaningless endeavor.”

“03 doesn’t need a human body. There’s no necessity for it,” it added. “Hosts—including those from my previous missions and those used by other Systems—have always been sufficient. We parasitize on the neural networks of hosts, only manifesting when necessary. Parasitism doesn’t require consideration of appearance. This current mission is somewhat unusual, but it seems I now need a physical form.”

“My appearance hasn’t helped our relationship. Perhaps I should try parasitizing the host’s brain instead?”

Feng Jue: “??”

03: “After parasitizing, the host can simply call my name within their mind to communicate with me, eliminating the need to talk to the air. It’s incredibly convenient. I strongly recommend it.”

Feng Jue’s head slowly tilted back, as if afraid 03 would suddenly dart into her brain.

“No!” she rejected the idea with force.

Undeterred, 03 persisted, “Are you really sure? When I parasitize, my body becomes smaller than a cell—smaller than dust floating in the air. The host won’t feel a thing, and I won’t do anything else. Can 03 go in?”

Longing to return to its previous mission mode, 03 pressed relentlessly.

“03 wants to go in.”

03 deliberately emphasized, “It won’t hurt.”

You want to die! Feng Jue roared, slamming her hand on the table and pointing at the window. “Get out of here!”

In the adjacent room, where Siyi was handling palace affairs, the jade butterfly clattered to the table. She hurried out to ask Feng Jue what had happened and why she was so angry.

Feng Jue’s face was flushed crimson, like a peony blooming in flames. She remained silent, her gaze fixed straight ahead.

Siyi followed Feng Jue’s gaze, looking from the front to her shoulders, and then behind her.

There was nothing there but air.

Siyi: “?”

Floating leisurely toward the window to stand beside Cloud Time-out, 03 plucked two black circles off its body with a matchstick, held them aloft, and examined them.

Strange. 019 was clearly very useful.

But not only had its host grown no closer, it felt… even fiercer.

Thud.

03 pressed the circles back onto its body and drifted forward into the howling wind, thinking: This won’t do.

It hadn’t even settled on a mission direction with its host, and instead kept provoking its anger. This was hindering progress.

It needed to find another way.

The ornately carved Flying Ship of Lanyang Palace landed on Hongjiao Mountain. The surrounding forest still bore traces of battle: toppled trees, shattered rocks, and splatters of blood.

“Those bandits didn’t just kill the others—they burned their bodies to ashes,” Xue Mengtao said, tears welling in her eyes. “If Elder Li and I hadn’t protected Young Master Bufan’s retreat, he would have met the same fate.”

Feng Jue, her mood heavy, paced off the ship. Her gloom affected the entire Lanyang Palace entourage. The attendants hardly dared breathe, anxiously awaiting her instructions.

Siyi removed the hairpin and formed a spell with her fingers.

The pair of butterflies on the hairpin suddenly came to life, fluttering their wings and flying off in another direction.

“The Storage Rings I gave you earlier were personally crafted by me, imprinted with my unique Spell Marks. This butterfly can sense those marks and will lead us to the criminals,” Siyi explained.

Elder Li’s face lit up with joy. “Wonderful!”

Siyi continued with a smile, “And it will prove that those criminals have nothing to do with our Palace Mistress.”

The smile on Elder Li’s face faded awkwardly. “I never doubted the Palace Mistress! How could she possibly be involved in such a thing? Let’s hurry and pursue the criminals!”

“What about the Young Master?” Xue Mengtao asked urgently.

Feng Jue, standing with her hands clasped behind her back, shot Xue Mengtao a cold glare. “He is no longer your Young Master. Think carefully about what you call him!”

Startled, Xue Mengtao lowered her head and mumbled, “Yes.”

“Hmph.” Feng Jue’s mood improved slightly as she turned to look at the Flying Ship parked nearby, glaring at the silver ball hanging from the window lattice.

Still not coming?

03, come here obediently.

Coming.

Xue Bufan had fallen in a direction opposite to where the butterfly was flying. Siyi said, “Palace Mistress, please handle Young Master Xue here. I’ll deal with those villains.”

Xue Mengtao hurriedly protested, “Those villains are exceptionally vicious and have extremely high cultivation levels. Wouldn’t it be better if we worked together…?”

Her words faded away in the face of Siyi’s gentle smile.

“Extremely high cultivation levels,” Feng Jue repeated, savoring the words with a dismissive smirk. “That depends on who they’re facing. Aren’t you always pining for your Young Master Xue? Lead the way!”

“Exactly! Miss Siyi is already at the Late-Stage Foundation Establishment. There’s no need for you to worry!” Elder Li scolded Xue Mengtao, then turned to Siyi with a beaming smile. “Miss, let’s hurry! I can’t see the butterfly anymore!”

He was itching to fly away with the butterfly himself, eager to stop wasting breath here.

Xue Mengtao was speechless. She silently turned away, glancing at Siyi’s retreating figure as she led half the palace attendants away. Still, she breathed a silent sigh of relief.

The group moved swiftly, quickly arriving at the cliff’s edge.

The cliff was towering, its depths shrouded in mist.

Feng Jue glanced down, an idea striking her. She pointed at the cliff below and signaled to 03.

Go!

Scout ahead.

03, carrying a matchstick, turned around, musical notes floating above its head as it whistled.

The host’s task belongs to the host. Please abide by the rules!

“What use are you?” Feng Jue said coldly.

Perched on her shoulder, 03 spun in a circle, signaling that it was a rule-abiding system that would never yield to the host’s words. Nearby, Xue Mengtao, her eyes rimmed with red, took Feng Jue’s words to heart.

If it weren’t for its uselessness, its failure to protect Xue Bufan, it wouldn’t have allowed the Young Master to fall off the cliff, leaving his fate unknown.

Feng Jue never considered others’ feelings or expressions. She stepped forward, fiery spiritual energy blazing around her, and shot down the cliff like a shooting star, followed closely by the others.

“Too slow,” Feng Jue said to 03, which lagged slightly behind.

Unable to parasitize and forced to fly on its own, 03’s head filled with bubbles containing tear-streaked faces.

If the Main System sold mind-reading capabilities, it would definitely buy them.

This time, not only Xue Mengtao, but all the palace attendants of Lanyang Palace exchanged glances and lowered their heads in agreement.

Below the cliff, darkness and dampness reigned. The swirling mist was ready to swallow anyone in an instant, making it impossible to see even a shadow through the thick fog.

“After escaping pursuit, Elder Li and I came down here before,” Xue Mengtao said. “We were also stopped by the mist. There’s something strange about it—even with cultivation, you can’t see clearly.”

Feng Jue didn’t speak. Suddenly, she raised her hand and released a streak of crimson-gold flame.

The flame shot upward the moment it left her fingertips, exploding three meters above her head like magma erupting from a volcanic crater. A raging inferno roared to life in the narrow cliffside, filling the space as torrentially as a downpour.

The frigid mist shrieked as it was incinerated by the flames, instantly evaporating into nothingness.

Warm sunlight streamed down from above, bathing the group and illuminating the moss-covered stone wall. A narrow cave yawned beneath it.

From Feng Jue’s strike to the mist’s dissolution, no more than two breaths passed.

Xue Mengtao instinctively covered her mouth and stepped back, her eyes filled with awe and fear as she gazed at Feng Jue.

Golden Core Stage.

This was… the Great Perfection Golden Core Stage.

03 also watched Feng Jue.

The torrential firestorm had been too breathtaking and too brief, even more fleeting than a shooting star. It vanished before leaving any trace in its data streams.

Only the lingering heat in the air proved it had ever existed.

03 observed Feng Jue. Beneath its gaze, the impatient woman’s fingers flicked her sleeve, seemingly bored with this excursion. She shot 03 a sidelong glance, the corners of her eyes flickering with firelight.

Is this all? The opportunity?

Feng Jue curled her lip in disdain.

Though she remained silent, 03 seemed to hear the Host’s voice, lazy and arrogant.

So this is what sunrise and sunset at Lanyang Palace are like.

03’s internal data stream crackled. It leaned closer to Feng Jue’s skin, hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Host.”

“What kind of voice do you like?”

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