When a "Sea King" is Bound to a System [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 54.1

Jiāng Yān lay tossing and turning in the soft bed, flipping like a pancake, and she could have dug a hole in the blanket.

It was hilarious; she simply couldn’t fall asleep.

The little fox lay nestled by the bed, listening to the movement on the bed, equally unable to sleep.

She knew why Jiāng Yān couldn’t sleep, and the thought of it made her feel miserable. That villain Fú Níng was afraid she would spirit the little girl away, so she resorted to such a despicable trick!

If she were in her human form now, she could comfort Jiāng Yān and seize the opportunity to replace Fú Níng in her heart, but she was just a fox, unable to do anything.

It was already the dead of night when she got into bed, and dawn was not far off.

Yáo Jī was worried that Jiāng Yān might brood too much, so she brought immortal wine and spiritual fruits to comfort her. After knocking, she walked in, her long skirt trailing the floor, seemingly walking on lotus blossoms with every step.

Jiāng Yān often watched Xianxia dramas before. Her imagined immortal maiden looked just like Yáo Jī: ethereal, gentle, and generous, with a smiling gaze that made her seem easy to get along with.

“Divine Venerable, your complexion looks unwell. Did you not rest properly?”

Jiāng Yān sat opposite her and said weakly, “Do immortals also have the concept of not resting properly?”

Yáo Jī poured a cup of immortal wine for Jiāng Yān and smiled, “Not exactly, but since you are still in a mortal body, Divine Venerable, you must still take care of your health.”

Jiāng Yān didn’t understand the rules of their Divine Realm. Is drinking wine first thing in the morning the same as taking care of one’s health?

She didn’t dwell on it, raised the cup, and drank it in one gulp. The clear wine slid down her throat, slowly warming her stomach, and making her body feel much warmer.

Whether it was her illusion or not, upon entering this time, she felt a chill permeating the mountain, giving her an icy coldness that reached her very bones.

Yáo Jī drank a cup herself, then looked down at the little fox curled at her feet. “Would you like some?”

Qiān Yè Xī nodded rapidly; only a fool wouldn’t drink immortal wine.

Yáo Jī chuckled and patted her own leg, “Jump up, and I’ll give you some to drink.”

Qiān Yè Xī looked at the height, which was too challenging for her, and impatiently scratched Yáo Jī’s foot with her claws.

Why, why torment a small, hundred-year-old cub fox?

However, this only lasted for a moment. For the sake of the immortal wine, she braced herself, prepared to jump, only to fail miserably, with one claw hooked onto Yáo Jī’s leg.

Qiān Yè Xī: A stain on my fox life, an utter disgrace!

Yáo Jī smiled even more brightly and lifted her onto her lap.

“Here, drink it yourself.” She pushed her cup in front of Qiān Yè Xī.

Ah, this? Is this okay? It’s your cup.

Qiān Yè Xī hesitated for only a second before clutching the cup and drinking heartily. There was nothing to be reserved about; in Yáo Jī’s eyes, she was just a fox.

Yáo Jī looked at the amusingly clumsy little fox, stroking her back intermittently. Her fur felt wonderful to the touch, and she wondered if it would feel as good when she transformed into a human.

Jiāng Yān drank the immortal wine cup after cup, finally collapsing drunkenly onto the table, starting to vent the discontent in her heart.

“Why did that bastard Fú Níng treat me as a stand-in?!”

“Is there anyone more despicable than her? No!”

“She wants to save her beloved, does she? I refuse to let her succeed! I’ll stay right here on Mount Xūmí for a hundred years. Let’s see if she has the guts to split the mountain open!”

“‘Splitting the mountain to save the mother,’ bah! ‘Splitting the mountain to save the old lover!’ Ha ha, woman, do you think I’ll let you have your way?”

Yáo Jī watched her with composed amusement, stroking the little fox’s head. “I feel I might be in danger. I’ve witnessed Divine Venerable drunk and causing a scene. Will she settle the score with me after she reclaims her divine seat?”

Qiān Yè Xī poured herself another cup of immortal wine, watching her while drinking. She couldn’t detect any fear in Yáo Jī at all.

Jiāng Yān felt incredibly cold. She struggled to wake up, but could not open her eyes for the life of her.

The surroundings were pitch black. A cold wind poured in from all directions, and no matter how she resisted, it was useless.

“Chán Yuè, do you truly intend to sacrifice one hundred thousand years of cultivation for her?”

“Yes.”

“No regrets?”

“No regrets.”

Jiāng Yān heard it clearly—that was her voice—but she had no memory of the event. She could only feel the coldness on her body intensify, penetrating from her skin to her bones, sparing no crevice.

After the coldness, a fine, dense pain began to spread through her limbs and bones. At first, it was bearable, but the longer it lasted, the more unbearable it became. If she could, she would rather die.

This process continued for a very long time, and the pain gradually increased. By the end, she even felt she had already died.

Initially, she knew clearly that she was dreaming, but this overly distinct pain made her confused.

Which one is the dream?

Is the suffering I am currently enduring a hallucination, or is everything I experienced as Jiāng Yān fake?

Her consciousness slowly faded. Before she passed out, Jiāng Yān thought that dying like this wouldn’t be so bad.

“Divine Venerable, Divine Venerable.”

Yáo Jī’s clear voice rang in her ear. Jiāng Yān slowly opened her eyes. She lacked the strength to speak, and all the bones in her body felt like they had been ground into powder, making her feel completely unreal.

Yáo Jī performed an incantation, and the pain on Jiāng Yān’s body dissipated. Only then did she feel alive again.

Yáo Jī fed her some immortal dew and said to Jiāng Yān, “Divine Venerable, Fú Níng has arrived.”

Jiāng Yān choked, carelessly wiping the immortal dew flowing from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, and sat up in bed.

“Did she fight her way in?”

That woman habitually used brute force; it wasn’t impossible for her to split the mountain open.

Yáo Jī shook her head, “She has no inner core, so she cannot enter for the time being.”

But she held the Demonic Crystal Stone in her hand. If she truly wanted to enter, it wouldn’t be a difficult task.

Ultimately, she had to face her. What difference did it make if it was sooner or later?

“Let’s go. I’ll go meet her.”

Jiāng Yān stood up, and her knees suddenly gave way. She nearly fell to the floor—a post-nightmare aftereffect that left her legs still weak.

Yáo Jī supported her, pressed her back onto the bed, and said calmly, “Divine Venerable does not need to appear. Kūnlún and Pénglái have sent people who will help you resolve this matter.”

Hearing the word “resolve,” Jiāng Yān’s heart seized up. She quickly asked Yáo Jī, “Will they kill Fú Níng?”

“They shouldn’t. Fú Níng is the Demon Venerable; she won’t die that easily.”

However, both factions had sent their top Divine Monarchs, and even brought divine artifacts. Whether Fú Níng could withstand them was hard to say.

Yáo Jī kept this information to herself, harboring a little selfishness.

The Divine Venerable had undergone tribulation for ten thousand years. It was time for her to put aside past grievances and return to her divine seat.

She had nearly perished for Fú Níng ten thousand years ago; she absolutely could not repeat the same mistake in this life.

Jiāng Yān nodded blankly, watching Yáo Jī walk out with the fox, her heart filled with anxiety.

She still couldn’t put her mind at ease and wanted to go out and see, but her legs felt cursed, weak and powerless.

But immortals should have compassion; they wouldn’t slaughter the innocent, right?

Then a new question arose: Is Fú Níng innocent?

Jiāng Yān fell into one doubt after another. After sitting for about ten minutes, she still decided to go out and look.

She inched her way toward the door, walking with great difficulty.

Outside Mount Xūmí, Fú Níng was surrounded by five people, every one of whom she was familiar with.

“Fú Níng, surrender and come with us to Mount Kūnlún to confess your crimes. The Venerable One is merciful and will pardon your sin.”

The speaker was Wū Què, the Three-Legged Golden Crow under the Queen Mother of the West, and the brother of Yín Què, who served under Chán Yuè.

“Wū Què, what is there to say to a demon? Just execute her on the spot, take the Demonic Crystal Stone, and return.”

Yóu Lái of Pénglái was short-tempered and wanted to finish quickly to report back.

The remaining three did not speak. Yáo Jī and Mèi Lí also had not appeared.

Fú Níng held her sword, enveloped in demonic qi, the Demonic Crystal Stone in her arms glowing red.

“Where is Jiāng Yān? Tell her to come out and see me.”

The crowd had come to help and had no idea who this “Jiāng Yān” she spoke of was; they simply assumed she was stalling for time.

Yóu Lái activated the Saṃsāra Pagoda in his hand and struck at Fú Níng.

Fú Níng’s sword moved. Her expression was cold and aloof, and a mocking curve appeared on her lips.

“Yáng Huí and Ān Jūn Míng truly think highly of me to send you all with divine artifacts to deal with me.”

The moment she spoke, the sword in her hand flew out, blocking the power of the Saṃsāra Pagoda. Yóu Lái took a step back, his expression becoming extremely serious.

Fú Níng was anxious to see Jiāng Yān and had no time to waste on them. She wanted a quick resolution. She caught the sword with a backhand movement, her moves sharp and fierce, forcing Yóu Lái to retreat constantly.

“What are you waiting for? Are you just standing there watching the show?!”

He yelled loudly. Only then did the others awaken as from a dream and join the battle. Fú Níng could easily deal with one person, but facing five simultaneously was somewhat strenuous, and her composure was not as great as before.

Wū Què held the Fú Xī Zither. As Yóu Lái attacked, he coordinated with the Saṃsāra Pagoda to suppress Fú Níng’s demonic qi. The other three took advantage of her spiritual exhaustion to attack simultaneously, knocking her into the air and trapping her in a formation.

“Fú Níng, you were once a Divine Venerable, yet you willingly fell, consorting with demons and evil. Today, we shall eliminate this scourge for the Divine Realm!”

Yóu Lái finished speaking, chanted an incantation, and pushed the power of the Saṃsāra Pagoda to its limit.

Fú Níng smiled faintly, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. “I have long ceased to belong to the Divine Realm! You immortals have no jurisdiction over me!”

She threw out the Demonic Crystal Stone, using her sword as a conduit to inject its energy into her body, preparing to fight with everything she had.

Wū Què saw this, his face grave, and he plucked the Fú Xī Zither. He originally did not want to go this far with Fú Níng, but their positions were different. If he couldn’t stop her, the Six Realms would surely descend into chaos.

Fú Níng’s spell casting process was interrupted. The backlash of the demonic power made her barely able to stand steady. Yet, she remained utterly calm. Only the hidden obsession in her eyes suggested that she still had a profound desire.

“Let Jiāng Yān come out and see me, or I will destroy this Mount Xūmí.”

She finished speaking, swung her sword with all her might, enveloping the massive Mount Xūmí in a barrier, her eyes cold, dark, and menacing.

Yóu Lái quickly withdrew the divine power of the Saṃsāra Pagoda and exclaimed in shock, “Are you mad! Are you trying to drag us all down with you?!”

Fú Níng gave him a faint glance, then suddenly caught sight of the figure slowly walking toward her. Her eyes were entirely focused on her.

Jiāng Yān refused Yáo Jī’s offer of support and walked step by step toward Fú Níng. She stopped one step away from her, staring directly at her.

“Do you want Chán Yuè to return?”

Fú Níng’s breath hitched. Looking at Jiāng Yān’s indifferent expression, she felt an inexplicable panic.

“No. I only want you. I only want you.”

Although Jiāng Yān and Chán Yuè were the same person, at this very moment, she was honoring her heart’s true desire.

Jiāng Yān did not believe her, but she was satisfied with the answer. Even if it was a lie, it made her feel a little better.

“I will not go with you, and Chán Yuè will not return. I can ask them to let you go. From now on, do not come to Mount Xūmí again. As long as you do not cause trouble or commit evil deeds that harm the Six Realms, I can guarantee your peace for the rest of your life.”

Since everyone had already decided she was Chán Yuè, she should do something befitting her status. A dignified Divine Venerable couldn’t even save a single person, could she?

Fú Níng reached out to touch her, only to find that no matter how hard she tried, she could not break through the restraint created by the Saṃsāra Pagoda and the Fú Xī Zither. Jiāng Yān’s face seemed within reach, yet separated by an entire world.

Jiāng Yān turned around without hesitation and said to Yóu Lái and Wū Què, “Give me face, Divine Monarchs, and let her go. I will personally explain the matter to the Divine Venerable.”

Wū Què hesitated, but Yóu Lái flatly refused. “Chán Yuè Divine Venerable, Fú Níng stole the Demonic Crystal Stone, injured many disciples of Kūnlún and Pénglái, and ten thousand years ago, nearly caused you to perish. Such a perverse and malicious person will surely become a disaster that stirs up the Six Realms. Please forgive this humble god for not being able to agree with the Divine Venerable.”

Wū Què was about to intercede, but Yóu Lái glared at him and said quietly, “Shut up!”

Wū Què quickly turned his head, pretending nothing had happened.

Jiāng Yān also knew that with her current mortal body, she could not confront these gods directly, but she absolutely could not stand by and watch Fú Níng die in front of her.

“Fú Níng, disperse your cultivation and become an ordinary person. Perhaps we can spare your life.”

Yáo Jī stood by Jiāng Yān’s side, holding the little fox. Her usual smile was gone, and she looked very serious.

This was indeed a good idea. It was just that Fú Níng probably wouldn’t agree. She was a proud person and would surely be unable to bear the loss of status if she became an ordinary person.

Jiāng Yān thought this, only to be called by Fú Níng. She turned to look, and the other person was gazing at her with profound affection.

“Yān Yān, if you stay with me, I am willing to become an ordinary person. Even if my lifespan is only thirty or forty years, I would be happy.”

Jiāng Yān froze, but before she could answer, the Saṃsāra Pagoda in Yóu Lái’s hand burst into a brilliant light, forcing Jiāng Yān to shut her eyes.

“Wishful thinking!” he shouted angrily. A surge of divine power swept over, aimed for a fatal blow.

Fú Níng received no answer from Jiāng Yān. Her hope slowly grew cold, and her heart sank. She gave Jiāng Yān a gentle smile, let the Demonic Crystal Stone drop to the ground, and slowly closed her eyes.

Jiāng Yān opened her eyes and saw this scene, knowing that she had lost the will to live, which was why she was submitting.

Seeing that the blow could no longer be blocked, she leaped forward to shield Fú Níng, taking the impact with her mortal body. Her internal organs felt displaced by the force, and she couldn’t even utter a complete sentence from the pain.

“You want to die, do you? I refuse to let you! This worthless life of yours was bought by this Lady with one hundred thousand years of cultivation! You will live, damn you!”

Fú Níng was greatly alarmed. Her eyes completely turned crimson again. She watched Jiāng Yān collapse in front of her, unable to even reach out to catch her.

Yóu Lái also hadn’t expected Jiāng Yān to block the blow. The divine power of the Saṃsāra Pagoda was difficult for him to control. If Wū Què hadn’t quickly used the Fú Xī Zither to recall the residual power, Jiāng Yān would have instantly turned to ashes.

Yáo Jī was scared witless. She quickly put down the little fox and began to channel spiritual power into Jiāng Yān.

“Immortal, I will use my life to offset all of Fú Níng’s past crimes. I beg you, let her go.”

“Divine Venerable, don’t speak now. Concentrate and regulate your breathing. I will take you to Kūnlún. The Queen Mother must have a way to save you.”

Jiāng Yān shook her head. She knew her own body; there was no saving it.

She turned to look at Fú Níng, silent, her gaze resolute.

You treat me as a stand-in, do you? I’ll die right in front of you. Let’s see how you use me as a stand-in then!

Tears streamed down Fú Níng’s face. The Demonic Crystal Stone emitted a dazzling light, brighter than that of the Saṃsāra Pagoda.

Jiāng Yān slowly closed her eyes, feeling her body become increasingly ethereal. This mission was truly difficult; she was either being beaten or on the way to death. She wondered if she would have a chance in the next life.

I’m about to turn to dust and ashes, surely completely and utterly dead. What chance could there be? Ugh!

Fú Níng broke through the barrier constructed by the divine artifacts. Before she even had a chance to hold Jiāng Yān’s hand, she watched her turn into dust and ashes.

She looked up at Yóu Lái, her crimson eyes filled with a bloodthirsty rage.

All the demonic power from the Demonic Crystal Stone poured into Fú Níng’s body. She slowly revealed her true form, and the broken horn on her head also emerged.

“You all will be her pallbearers.”

The corners of her lips curved, but her voice was as cold as a wind blowing out of hell, making all the gods present shiver involuntarily.

Yáo Jī held the bead that had fallen from Jiāng Yān and stood with the five Divine Monarchs.

“Do not harm her. This is the edict of Chán Yuè Divine Venerable.”

Wū Què’s expression was heavy. He looked at Fú Níng, who was gathering massive demonic qi in her hand, and said faintly, “We cannot harm her. We should pray for ourselves.”

One must remember that Fú Níng once stirred the entire Divine Realm into chaos single-handedly. Now, after tens of thousands of years, her cultivation would only be higher than before. Even all of them combined might not be able to defeat her.

“Yáo Jī, you go first. Who knows if this lunatic will suddenly go berserk? Go to Kūnlún and ask the Queen Mother to come personally and subdue this abomination.”

Yáo Jī shook her head helplessly and corrected Yóu Lái, “Fú Níng is a disciple of your Pénglái lineage. By seniority, you should address her as Martial Aunt.”

Yóu Lái snorted coldly, acting aloof, “She no longer belongs to our Divine Realm. In my eyes, she is just a demon.”

Fú Níng did not give them time for pleasantries. After fully absorbing the divine power of the Demonic Crystal Stone, she attacked the six people.

Yáo Jī was the Divine Monarch of Mount Xūmí and cultivated healing techniques, like Chán Yuè. She could only assist from the side. Qiān Yè Xī’s attainment was shallow; she was so shaken by the huge fluctuations of divine power that her scalp tingled. She frantically scratched the ground with her front paws.

Yáo Jī saw this, drew a circle around her, and enveloped her in spiritual power. “Little one, stay inside quietly, or you will get hurt.”

Qiān Yè Xī obediently lay on the ground, watching her form hand seals, increasing the spiritual power of the five Divine Monarchs. She inexplicably found her beautiful.