Category: On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 219

    Chapter 219: What If…?

    As night fell, Chen Yin found Nan Xiaoxiang in the hut she used as a clinic.

    The entrance was crowded with villagers lying on straw mats, their bodies bandaged and wounded.

    Nan Xiaoxiang was tending a fire beneath a medicinal cauldron, her face etched with concentration, her usually pristine white robes now stained with soot and dust.

    The miasma of the Wu Xuan Cave made it difficult to keep the fire going, and she struggled to fan the flames, her brow furrowed with effort.

    “Let me do it.”

    She looked up, and Chen Yin, with a wave of his hand, adjusted the flames to the perfect temperature.

    “You… know how to control the fire for medicinal herbs?” Nan Xiaoxiang asked, surprised.

    “I’ve watched you do it enough times.”

    Chen Yin glanced at her face and couldn’t help but smile.

    Nan Xiaoxiang, realizing she probably had soot on her face, blushed and turned away.

    “Don’t laugh at me!”

    Chen Yin took out a handkerchief, gently lifted her chin, and wiped the sweat and soot from her face, his gaze meeting hers.

    She wasn’t used to his gentle touch.

    “It’s fine…” she mumbled, “I can do it myself—”

    “Your hands are meant for healing.”

    Chen Yin said seriously, “I can handle these small tasks.”

    Nan Xiaoxiang paused, then couldn’t help but say, “Learning new ways to flatter women, Young Master Chen?”

    “I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

    She didn’t reply.

    Because she liked it. She enjoyed his compliments, although she couldn’t explain why.

    Chen Yin glanced at the injured villagers, their numbers overflowing the small hut. “You don’t have to work so hard. I can heal them with my spiritual energy.”

    Nan Xiaoxiang shook her head.

    “You know that using spiritual energy to heal mortals is dangerous. It requires channeling it directly into their meridians. And that can be harmful to those without the aptitude for cultivation. Besides, I’ve already treated their wounds. The rest is up to their bodies to heal.”

    Chen Yin thought for a moment. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

    Nan Xiaoxiang hesitated, then blushed and said softly,

    “I… would like to take a bath.”

    “But I can’t boil that much water. Could you help me?”

    She looked at him with pleading eyes.

    Chen Yin nodded without hesitation.


    That evening, in Nan Xiaoxiang’s room…

    Steam rose from behind a screen.

    Chen Yin sat by the hearth, tending the fire, keeping the water hot for her bath.

    Nan Xiaoxiang needed someone to constantly replenish the hot water.

    Chen Yin didn’t mind.

    After all, the image of a beautiful woman bathing, even just the sound of splashing water, was enough to fuel his imagination.

    He listened to the soft sounds coming from behind the screen and, whenever the water was ready, he would place the bucket by the screen.

    A slender arm would reach out, take the bucket, and disappear behind the screen.

    The room was quiet.

    As if to break the awkward silence, Nan Xiaoxiang’s voice suddenly came from behind the screen:

    “Young Master Chen… are you done with your business?”

    “Yes,” Chen Yin nodded. “We’ll return to Mount Yu with the Grand Witch in two days and cure Ye Ling’er. Then we’ll just wait for the Triennial Day.”

    “The Triennial Day…”

    Nan Xiaoxiang sighed softly. “What will happen on that day?”

    Chen Yin was silent for a moment.

    “I don’t know.”

    “But for a mortal like me,” she chuckled wryly, “if there’s truly a disaster, all I can do is wait for death, right?”

    “Are you afraid of dying, Miss Nan?”

    “I’m not afraid of death,” she said softly, “but I still have so much I want to do. My medical skills are still lacking. There’s so much I haven’t learned yet. I don’t want to die meaninglessly.”

    Chen Yin looked at the screen and shook his head gently.

    “Don’t worry.”

    “I won’t let any of you die.”

    “…No matter what happens.”

    The splashing sounds behind the screen stopped.

    After a long silence, Nan Xiaoxiang’s voice came again, a hint of hesitation in her tone:

    “Young Master Chen, we’ll be returning to Mount Yu tomorrow.”

    “If you’re free… could you accompany me somewhere?”

    Chen Yin blinked.

    “Where?”

    “…Just a place.” Her voice was filled with a quiet melancholy. “After all these years, it’s probably just ruins now. The name doesn’t matter anymore.”

    Chen Yin nodded slowly. “Alright.”

    A moment later, the sound of splashing water resumed, and Nan Xiaoxiang emerged from behind the screen, her body wrapped in a thin white cloth, water droplets clinging to her skin, her hair piled up on her head, revealing her delicate neck and shoulders.

    Her eyes were clear and bright as she looked at him, one hand clutching the cloth to prevent it from falling.

    “I haven’t had such a relaxing bath in a long time.”

    “Thank you, Young Master Chen.” She bowed her head slightly.

    Chen Yin’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, captivated by her beauty.

    Nan Xiaoxiang suddenly smiled. “Do I look good, Young Master Chen?”

    “Uh… do you want the truth, or a lie?”

    “The truth, of course.”

    “You look beautiful,” Chen Yin said seriously. “Alluring and elegant.”

    He had thought she was being sarcastic, but she just sat down at the table and poured herself a cup of tea, her voice casual.

    “When we first met, you almost saw me like this.”

    Chen Yin remembered kidnapping her and chuckled awkwardly.

    “I was just trying to save a life. And I did wait for you to finish your bath.”

    “But at the time, I really thought you would barge in and carry me away.”

    Nan Xiaoxiang’s lips curved into a playful smile. “You surprised me, Young Master Chen. You’re a true gentleman.”

    “I’ve always been a gentleman.”

    Although he said that, Chen Yin felt a little flustered.

    …Nan Xiaoxiang was sitting there, just a thin cloth draped over her body, her skin still damp and warm from the bath, her hand gracefully holding a teacup.

    He had never seen her like this before.

    She was usually so reserved and modest, her demeanor always proper and elegant.

    Now, she was practically naked before him, showing no hint of shyness.

    Did she really trust him that much?

    And he had to admit, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

    Her unique blend of mortal and ethereal beauty, her flawless features, were enough to make any man lose his mind.

    Under her intense gaze, Chen Yin couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious.

    “If you like what you see, Young Master Chen, feel free to admire the view.”

    She said with a playful smile, “You might not get another chance.”

    Although tempted, Chen Yin reluctantly looked away and scoffed.

    “Don’t worry. I’ll have plenty of opportunities to see the full version.”

    “Are you that confident? Are you still planning on making me fall for you, Young Master Chen?”

    “Don’t you believe me?”

    Nan Xiaoxiang suddenly giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, her expression playful and teasing.

    “If I said I didn’t believe you, wouldn’t that only fuel your desire to conquer me?”

    “So don’t play with fire.”

    Chen Yin grinned mischievously. “What if I accidentally set myself on fire?”

    Nan Xiaoxiang didn’t answer.

    She just smiled faintly, her eyes downcast.

    “Yes, what if…”

    “What if I really do get burned?”

    “…What then?” She looked out the window, her voice light and carefree, making Chen Yin wonder if she was joking or serious.

    “It’s getting late, Young Master Chen. You should go back and rest.”

    “It’s already so late,” Chen Yin said with a pitiful expression, “won’t you take me in for the night, Miss Nan?”

    Nan Xiaoxiang didn’t get angry, just smiled at him playfully.

    “The bed in this room is quite big.”

    “But… are you sure you want to stay here?”

    “Isn’t there someone waiting for you in your room?”

    Chen Yin’s face fell, and he chuckled awkwardly.

    …She was right.

    A certain foolish girl who had just fought a life-or-death battle was probably still asleep in his room.

    He had to take care of her. He didn’t have time for Nan Xiaoxiang’s games.

    And she had seen right through his playful teasing.

    He sighed and said, “Then wake me up tomorrow morning before you leave.”

    “I’ll go now.”

    After he left, Nan Xiaoxiang smiled softly.

    Under the cool moonlight, she removed the thin cloth, revealing her bare back and shoulders, and walked towards the bed.

    She blinked, the moonlight reflected in her eyes.

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 218

    Chapter 218: A Lingerie Show

    At midday, Chen Yin woke up and sat up in bed.

    A pair of smooth arms wrapped around him from behind.

    “…Wandering off again?” Luo Qiaoqiao’s voice was filled with playful reproach.

    “I still have some unfinished business,” Chen Yin said, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

    “I have to take care of things at the Wu Xuan Cave.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao shook her head. “I don’t believe you. You’re probably going to see your other women.”

    …Although that wasn’t entirely wrong.

    He did have to deal with the situation at the Wu Xuan Cave.

    “Be a good girl.” He ruffled her hair. “After we cure Ye Huang’s daughter, I’ll stay on Mount Yu and won’t go anywhere. You can visit me anytime.”

    “And aren’t you worried about your parents? You’ve been gone for a while.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao’s head drooped at the mention of her parents.

    She had been selfish, running off without a care.

    She had been neglecting her filial duties.

    “Go home and see your parents. Spend some time with them.”

    Chen Yin’s voice turned serious. “The Triennial Day is approaching. Your parents must be busy preparing for it.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao nodded obediently.

    Before leaving, she clung to his robe, her voice a mixture of petulance and threat.

    “If I can’t find you again, I’ll cause trouble at Mount Yu!”

    “You can live on Mount Yu if you want,” Chen Yin said seriously. “My bed is big enough.”

    “No way.”


    Back at the Wu Xuan Cave, it was afternoon.

    The village was quiet and peaceful, even more so than before.

    The stench of blood had almost completely dissipated.

    Chen Yin went straight to Lian’er’s room beside the main hall.

    As he was about to knock, he heard hushed whispers coming from inside.

    Curious, he leaned closer to the door and listened.

    “…Really? Big Brother likes that kind of thing?”

    “Definitely. Young Master always asks me to wear this.”

    “But… it looks so strange.”

    “Are you shy because it’s so revealing? I felt the same way the first time I wore it.”

    “Not really. We don’t wear much in the Ten Thousand Mountains. Our skirts are even shorter than this. It just feels… weird.”

    “Wow, you look so cute in it, Lian’er!”

    “Mmm… it feels a little tight here…”

    “M-maybe your size is bigger than mine… But is Luo Luo really that small…?”

    “Ouch! It’s too tight! It’s going to break…”

    Ahem.

    As a seasoned connoisseur of such matters,

    Chen Yin knew it was time to intervene.

    He pushed the door open and saw the two girls sitting on the bed, their eyes wide with surprise.

    The bed was covered in a pile of clothes, and both Luo Luo and Lian’er were wearing only their undergarments, Lian’er struggling with a dress.

    The air was thick with the sweet scent of young maidens, a strangely erotic atmosphere filling the room.

    They stared at him, speechless.

    Then, Luo Luo’s face turned crimson, and she quickly buried herself under the pile of clothes, only her eyes peeking out shyly.

    Lian’er, however, blinked at him innocently and continued struggling with the dress.

    “Big Brother, you’re finally back!”

    “Lian’er is stuck! Help me!”

    Chen Yin looked at Lian’er’s developing figure and coughed awkwardly.

    “What… are you doing?”

    “Sister Luo Luo said—”

    Lian’er pointed at the pile of clothes. “She said Young Master had given her many pretty clothes and told me to try them on and see if I liked any.”

    “They’re pretty, but some are too tight… they don’t fit…”

    She tugged at the straps of a lacy camisole. “Look at this.”

    “I can’t even get it on! It hurts…”

    Chen Yin just glanced at her and knew where it hurt.

    …It seemed Luo Luo really was on the smaller side.

    They were about the same age, and Luo Luo was still developing.

    Or perhaps Lian’er’s genetics were just superior?

    But Luo Luo’s mother was also quite… well-endowed. Chen Yin still remembered Qingmei Niang’s impressive figure.

    Luo Luo’s ears drooped slightly, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

    “Ahem… everyone develops at their own pace.”

    Chen Yin tried to comfort her. “Luo Luo is a fox demon. Your lifespan is much longer than a human’s, so naturally, you’ll develop slower.”

    “If you like any of these styles, I can find you a size that fits.”

    Lian’er nodded and continued struggling with the camisole.

    Chen Yin, seeing her efforts, chuckled and approached her.

    “Here, raise your arms.”

    Lian’er obediently raised her arms above her head, and Chen Yin gently untangled the straps and helped her remove the dress.

    Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, Chen Yin couldn’t help but swallow nervously at the sight of Lian’er in her undergarments.

    …She usually looks like a child, but her figure is… surprisingly well-developed.

    Of course, admiring a beautiful girl in her underwear was just a bonus.

    He took the opportunity to examine her injuries.

    …They had completely healed.

    Not even a scar remained.

    But it had only been a day.

    Even with his spiritual energy and the medicinal pills, this speed of recovery was astonishing.

    Even his “Forgotten Everlasting Heart Sutra” wasn’t this effective at the early stages of cultivation.

    “Big Brother, what’s wrong?” Lian’er’s voice brought him back to reality.

    She blinked her large, innocent eyes and asked seriously, “Is Lian’er’s body too beautiful?”

    Chen Yin was speechless. This girl had no filter.

    Luo Luo, seeing this, quickly jumped up and hugged Lian’er, covering her with her own body, her face crimson.

    “D-don’t look, Young Master!”

    “I’m looking, I’m looking. Looking at both of you.”

    Chen Yin grinned and looked at them with an appreciative gaze.

    Luo Luo hadn’t had time to get dressed either, her shoulders bare, her face flushed as she looked at him shyly.

    “Y-Young Master… stop looking…”

    The two young girls, huddled together on the bed, the blankets and clothes tangled around them, their faces flushed, were a sight to behold.

    Chen Yin could have stared at them all day.

    But a cold voice suddenly came from the doorway:

    “Are you enjoying yourself, bullying these little girls?”

    Chen Yin coughed awkwardly and put on a righteous expression.

    “I’m just checking on Lian’er’s injuries.”

    The Grand Witch, Bi Luo, her dark green hair cascading down her back, stood at the doorway, her eyes narrowed, a disdainful look on her face.

    “You’re truly indiscriminate, Young Master Chen, even little girls aren’t safe from your lechery.”

    “You misunderstand, Grand Witch. I prefer mature beauties like yourself.”

    The Grand Witch snorted and crossed her arms. “Did you take care of Shen Li?”

    Chen Yin nodded. “It’s done. They’re all dead. Shen Li no longer exists.”

    The Grand Witch’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, then she smiled faintly.

    “Good riddance.”

    “Thank you.”

    Chen Yin looked at her, surprised. He hadn’t expected her to thank him.

    “We’re even now,” she said, her voice still cold, but a hint of warmth in her eyes. “You’re a benefactor of the Wu Xuan Cave. I won’t forget this.”

    “But we’ll talk later. I have some personal matters to attend to.”

    “What matters?” Chen Yin asked curiously.

    “…I’m going to destroy those three sects.”

    Her voice was calm, devoid of emotion, but her eyes held a chilling glint.

    Chen Yin shook his head. “I advise against it. The ordinary disciples in those sects are probably unaware of their masters’ crimes. Even if they knew, what could they do? Killing innocent people won’t bring back the dead. It’s just pointless revenge.”

    The Grand Witch’s lips were pressed together tightly, her reluctance evident.

    Chen Yin sighed and patted her shoulder gently.

    “You have more important things to do.”

    Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment, then she turned away.

    “…In two days,”

    “I’ll go with you to save that little girl.”

    With that, she left.

    Chen Yin watched her go, then rubbed his head tiredly.

    …This Grand Witch, Bi Luo, was a strange and interesting woman.

    Her most striking quality was her fiery temper.

    She was straightforward and blunt, her words and actions direct and unrestrained.

    But beneath that fiery exterior was a surprisingly delicate and thoughtful mind.

    Like just now, she hadn’t truly intended to slaughter those three sects.

    She just needed someone to stop her.

    Chen Yin found her little act both amusing and endearing.

    But ultimately,

    No one could dislike a girl like that.

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 217

    Chapter 217: Try It and Die

    While Luo Qiaoqiao and Chen Yin were entangled in the brothel, the Divine Son was fleeing across the East Sea under the cover of night.

    “Chen Yin…” he muttered, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.

    “You won’t get away with this. When the Triennial Day arrives, the Dao Venerable’s divine punishment will descend, and you, Yu Ling, and all who defy him will die! I’m protected by the Dao Venerable, I won’t risk my life fighting you here. I just have to wait a few more days, and then my brothers and I will ascend.”

    He looked out at the vast expanse of the sea, a flicker of worry in his eyes.

    …Although he had sensed danger and ordered the other Shen Li members to retreat, he wasn’t sure if they had made it to the designated rendezvous point.

    He had chosen a secluded island in the East Sea, a place so hidden that it was almost impossible to find without knowing its exact location.

    He would stay there until the Triennial Day, safe from Yu Ling and Chen Yin.

    As the fog cleared, he finally saw the outline of the island.

    Several masked figures were visible on the shore.

    The Divine Son’s spirits lifted. It seemed his followers had made it.

    But as he set foot on the island, his smile slowly froze.

    Under the cold light of the moon, a slender figure in a deep blue robe stood there, a thin sword in her hand, its tip dripping blood as she withdrew it from the chest of a fallen Shen Li member.

    Her face, pale and ethereal, was like that of a moon goddess.

    As if sensing his presence, she slowly turned, her eyes narrowing slightly as she raised her sword.

    “You’re finally here.”

    “I’ve been waiting for you.”

    The Divine Son stared at her, his voice a low growl.

    “…Shen Shuanglian!”

    Shen Shuanglian brushed a strand of hair from her face, her gaze calm and unwavering.

    The Divine Son looked at the bodies scattered around her, his heart sinking.

    They were all dead.

    All the remaining members of Shen Li.

    And because of Chen Yin, he was now alone, cornered, and on the verge of death.

    He closed his eyes slowly.

    “Yu Ling… sent you?”

    “Yes.” Shen Shuanglian didn’t deny it, her clear eyes meeting his gaze. “Master Yu Ling asked me to see you off.”

    “Are you sure she didn’t send you to your death?”

    The Divine Son took a step forward.

    Instantly, the atmosphere around them grew heavy and oppressive.

    Domain expansion. Illusions. Sensory deprivation. Power amplification.

    He had absorbed the abilities of over a dozen Heavenly Dao Fragments. As long as his opponent hadn’t comprehended the Dao, he was confident in his victory.

    And his System had confirmed that Shen Shuanglian was no longer a Chosen One. She must have transferred her System to Chen Yin somehow.

    In that case…

    “You’re no match for me without your Protagonist System!”

    The Divine Son’s face contorted in a snarl, a dark energy swirling around his hand.

    If he couldn’t kill Yu Ling or Chen Yin…

    …he would take out their loved ones.

    He lunged, his palm striking towards Shen Shuanglian’s face with terrifying speed.

    The attack was amplified by four System abilities, while Shen Shuanglian’s own strength was significantly weakened.

    Her aura flickered, and her vision blurred, the desolate island replaced by a sunny mountaintop, Chen Yin walking towards her with a smile.

    Even a moment of hesitation would be fatal.

    But Shen Shuanglian’s gaze remained steady.

    As his palm was about to strike her, she moved.

    Her sword flashed, a clean, precise, and deadly strike.

    Aimed directly at his throat.

    The Divine Son’s snarl turned into a look of shock and disbelief, his hand clutching his bleeding throat, his eyes bulging.

    “You… you…”

    “You’re… Grand Clarity… comprehended the Dao…”

    Shen Shuanglian calmly wiped the blood from her sword and sheathed it.

    “What’s the big deal about not having a System?”

    “I’ve always been strong, with or without it.”

    …She wasn’t lying.

    Shen Shuanglian’s cultivation was truly exceptional.

    Even without a System, she was a prodigy, the most talented cultivator in a thousand years.

    Within just six months, she had easily reached the Grand Clarity Realm.

    And now, she was at its peak, having comprehended the Dao of Sun and Moon.

    Just a step away from the Immortal Realm.

    The Divine Son couldn’t comprehend or accept this.

    He clutched his throat, his eyes filled with resentment and disbelief.

    …Just a few more days…

    So close to the Triennial Day…

    So close to achieving everything…

    “I… I…” He gurgled, blood bubbling from his throat.

    “Save me… the Dao Venerable… will reward you…”

    Shen Shuanglian looked at him coldly, her eyes devoid of emotion.

    “I have no quarrel with you. There’s no need to beg.”

    “I killed you because he wanted you dead.”

    “That’s enough.” She murmured, a flicker of tenderness in her eyes.

    The Divine Son knew who she was referring to.

    He glared at the sky, his eyes bloodshot.

    “…Chen…”

    “…Yin…”

    The waves crashed against the shore, the moonlight bathing the island in a silvery glow.

    Shen Shuanglian counted the bodies, making sure she hadn’t missed anyone, then looked out at the sea, her gaze distant.

    “I killed the Divine Son.” She murmured to herself.

    “Will he praise me?”

    She sheathed her sword, and the cold, aloof aura of the Frost Moon Sword Immortal faded, replaced by a quiet vulnerability.

    She sat on a rock, her head tilted slightly, her eyes fixed on the moon.

    “…He hasn’t visited me in a while.”

    “What is he doing now?”

    “Is he thinking about me?”

    Shen Shuanglian didn’t know. But she imagined him pulling her close, his lips pressing against hers, his hand gently stroking her hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

    She realized that no matter how strong she became, she was still that little girl, her heart racing at the mere thought of him, a smile touching her lips.

    “I have to see him soon. He must be lonely.” She thought to herself.


    Meanwhile, Chen Yin was fast asleep, his arms wrapped around Luo Qiaoqiao, his hand resting on her waist.

    They both slept soundly, their breathing slow and even.

    Luo Qiaoqiao was the first to wake up.

    She turned and looked at him.

    …He was still there.

    His arms still around her.

    A sense of peace and contentment washed over her, and she snuggled closer, reluctant to leave the warmth of his embrace.

    Even if these were her last few days, she wanted to spend them like this, in his arms.

    It was enough.

    She rested her head against his chest and whispered softly,

    “System, how many more days like this do I have left?”

    “…System?”

    There was no response.

    She called out again, but still no answer.

    She frowned, puzzled, when a lazy voice came from beside her:

    “Don’t bother.”

    “I took your System.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “What do you mean?”

    “It means,”

    Chen Yin pinched her cheek and gently bit her lip, then said with a smile, “you’re no longer a Chosen One.”

    “You don’t have to worry about that Plot Record anymore.”

    “You can live as long as you want.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao stared at him. “How did you do that?”

    “Want to know? Beg me.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao immediately snuggled closer, her voice soft and seductive. “Oh, my dear brother~ Please tell me~”

    Chen Yin’s body reacted to her closeness, and he coughed awkwardly. “Well… a man has to have his secrets~”

    Luo Qiaoqiao saw through his act and rolled her eyes playfully. “You little rascal.”

    Then, she leaned closer and whispered in his ear, her breath warm against his skin,

    “Tell me, and I’ll reward you~”

    “What kind of reward?”

    Luo Qiaoqiao just smiled mischievously and burrowed under the blankets.

    Chen Yin’s expression turned strange.

    The crackling of the incense seemed to grow louder, the red silk curtains swaying gently in the breeze.

    After a while, he let out a long sigh and coughed awkwardly.

    “Uh… Sister Qiaoqiao, I was just joking.”

    “I don’t care.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao emerged from under the blankets, her chin raised defiantly. “Don’t try to play coy.”

    “Fine. I have something that can absorb Heavenly Dao Fragments.”

    “What is it?” she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

    “I don’t know. It’s a scroll I found in a secret realm. I haven’t figured out what it is yet.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao pouted, dissatisfied with his vague answer.

    “You’re just trying to brush me off.”

    “I’m not.”

    “Yes, you are! You just want to have your way with me without any effort!”

    Chen Yin thought for a moment, then said seriously, “It’s not that I want to take advantage of you. It’s that I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it.”

    “How do you know if I don’t try?” Luo Qiaoqiao said confidently.

    As it turned out, trying it meant dying.

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 216

    Chapter 216: My Everything

    With the bowl of wine balanced on her head, Luo Qiaoqiao stood at the front of the line of women, her captivating gaze fixed on Chen Yin.

    He was silent.

    “What are you waiting for?” she asked, her lips curving into a seductive smile.

    The other women watched nervously, unsure what this wealthy and beautiful woman was up to.

    Chen Yin walked over to her,

    Took the bowl of wine from her head,

    And drank it in one gulp.

    Luo Qiaoqiao’s eyes followed his every move, a playful glint in them.

    “…That’s it?”

    “What do you want me to do?” Chen Yin shrugged helplessly. “All these women are yours. Do whatever you want with them.”

    “You’re telling me you don’t find any of them appealing?” Luo Qiaoqiao rolled her eyes playfully.

    “I don’t.”

    “…Not even me?”

    Chen Yin didn’t answer.

    Luo Qiaoqiao’s beauty and ethereal aura eclipsed all the other women in the room. No man would even notice them when she was present.

    He sighed and drank the wine from the other women’s bowls, then gestured for them to leave.

    Luo Qiaoqiao pouted. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like them?”

    “Why would I?”

    “Men like these things.”

    She added, “At least, my father does.”

    …And your mother hasn’t killed him yet? He’s a lucky man. Chen Yin thought to himself.

    “Sister Qiaoqiao, I’m here to drink.”

    He sat down at the table. “You don’t have to do this.”

    “You dislike these women that much?”

    “They’re not as beautiful as you.”

    “But you haven’t even looked at me.” Luo Qiaoqiao’s eyes were slightly red-rimmed. “If I’m so beautiful, why won’t you look at me?”

    Why won’t you look at me?

    Why do you only care about the others?

    If you don’t like me, what’s the difference between me and these women?

    Chen Yin understood. She was still upset.

    Luo Qiaoqiao grabbed a jar of wine and drained it, her cheeks flushing slightly, her eyes unfocused as she leaned against him.

    “I don’t know how many more times I’ll be able to drink like this.”

    “I don’t know if I’ll have enough time for you to fall for me.”

    “But you know what? I’ve never been nice to a man before.”

    “I don’t know how to please a man, how to make him happy.”

    “I don’t know how to be different from the other women around you, how to make you remember me.”

    She choked back a sob, her head lowered. “I’m… so stupid.”

    “I don’t want to be like them. I want to leave a mark on your heart.”

    “But I don’t know how.”

    “So I can only try my best to please you, to do everything that might make you happy.”

    Men liked money, so she had taken him to the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion and let him choose whatever he wanted.

    Men liked women, so she had allowed him to indulge in the brothel, even in her presence.

    “I feel so pathetic.”

    She bit her lip, her eyes blurry with tears. “Who am I? I’m Luo Qiaoqiao!”

    “The renowned Silk-Robe Fairy! The daughter of the Heavenly Net Sect’s Vice Sect Master!”

    “I’ve never bowed down to anyone before.” She looked at him sadly.

    …Except for you.

    She had met him by chance, fallen for him for no reason,

    And thrown herself at his feet, like a lovesick puppy.

    “Chen Yin, I’ve never been in love before. Tell me,”

    She asked, her eyes filled with tears, “does loving someone really mean becoming so humble and insignificant?”

    So insignificant that you abandon all your principles and pride, even your own life,

    Just for a single glance from him?

    “I know I’m being unreasonable, throwing a tantrum.”

    “My mother told me that love isn’t a transaction, that you can’t expect someone to love you back just because you’re nice to them.”

    She wiped away a tear and whispered,

    “I know, I’ve always known.”

    “I just… can’t let go.”

    “I just want you to… look at me. Just once.”

    Not like at the Fairy Conference, when his eyes had been fixed on Yin Mengwan, not even noticing her standing there, her heart aching.

    Not like when they fell from the cliff, when he had only seen Shen Shuanglian, not realizing that she had also jumped, shielding him with her body.

    Not like when he stormed the Mist Spirit Sect, his eyes only on Yu Xiang, not seeing her begging her parents to help him.

    She knew there were many people in his heart.

    She would probably always be the one standing in the shadows, unnoticed and forgotten.

    …But just once,

    Look at her.

    See the girl standing before you,

    The girl who had spent a fortune for him,

    Who had shared countless drinks with him under the moonlight,

    Who was willing to risk her life to help him.

    “Just once,” she whispered, her voice choked with tears, “please?”

    She seemed drunk, leaning against him, her tears soaking his shoulder.

    It was like a confession, but it sounded more like she was talking to herself.

    Chen Yin looked at her silently, his eyes downcast.

    He knew he should say something.

    Something comforting, something sweet, something he was so good at.

    But he didn’t.

    He knew that wasn’t what she needed.

    This girl, the once proud and flamboyant Silk-Robe Fairy, was now like a lost and heartbroken child, clinging to him,

    Begging for a scrap of his affection.

    …But he had nothing to offer her.

    He suddenly remembered a line from a Wong Kar-wai movie he had disliked in his previous life:

    “In the minute before 3pm on April 16th, 1960, you were with me. Because of you, I’ll remember this minute.”

    He had found it pretentious and meaningless back then.

    He hadn’t understood its appeal.

    But today, he finally did.

    For some people, a single moment with someone could be the most precious and cherished thing in their life.

    He gently stroked her hair.

    “What time is it?”

    Luo Qiaoqiao, her eyes red and swollen, looked up at him timidly. “Almost… the Hour of the Tiger.”

    “I’ve spent countless Hours of the Tiger lost in sleep or drunken stupor.”

    “But from now on, whenever the Hour of the Tiger arrives, whether I’m awake or asleep, or just staring at the pre-dawn sky…”

    “…I’ll remember you.” He gently kissed her lips.

    The sweet and slightly tart taste of bayberry wine.

    Luo Qiaoqiao’s blurry eyes cleared slightly, then closed again as she kissed him back, her tongue tracing his lips.

    “…What does it taste like?”

    “Why do you ask?”

    “I want to know which one is better.”

    Chen Yin thought for a moment, then said seriously, “I forgot.”

    “You’re lying.”

    “I’m not. Right now, I only remember the taste of Sister Qiaoqiao.”

    “I’ve forgotten everyone else.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

    A genuine, heartfelt smile.

    “Thank you,” she kissed him again, “that’s all I wanted.”

    …Even if it’s a lie.

    I know I’ve left my mark on your heart.

    That’s enough.

    I don’t need much. Just this.

    Under the red silk canopy, Luo Qiaoqiao’s eyes fluttered closed, but she still clung to his robe.

    “Go to sleep if you’re tired.”

    “…I don’t want to.”

    “Why?”

    “I’m afraid I’ll wake up and realize it was all a dream.”

    “I’m not leaving,” Chen Yin whispered. “I’ll be here all night.”

    But Luo Qiaoqiao pouted. “You said that last time too.”

    And then he had left her alone in the tavern.

    She had searched for him everywhere, but he was gone.

    Chen Yin chuckled awkwardly. “I really mean it this time.”

    “I don’t believe you.”

    She suddenly bit his earlobe, hard enough to leave a mark.

    “If I can’t find you tomorrow, I’ll bite you to death.” She said fiercely.

    Chen Yin felt a pleasant tingling sensation on his ear.

    He suddenly thought that if this was the punishment, then perhaps running away wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

    Of course, he wouldn’t do that.

    The night was fading, the room filled with the warm glow of the red canopy and the scent of incense.

    Chen Yin carefully carried Luo Qiaoqiao, who was now fast asleep, to the bed.

    He wanted to change her clothes, but she clung to him like an octopus, even in her sleep.

    He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her hair.

    Luo Qiaoqiao, as if sensing his touch, nuzzled her cheek against his hand, her expression peaceful, a faint smile on her lips.

    Chen Yin gently caressed her face, his eyes filled with tenderness, until she was sound asleep.

    Then, his gaze hardened slightly.

    “…Luo Qiaoqiao’s System.”

    “I know you can hear me.” He spoke into the empty air.

    “I’m giving you a choice.”

    “Enter my scroll. That way, Qiaoqiao won’t have to suffer anymore.”

    The room was silent, only the faint crackling of the incense disturbing the stillness.

    After a long pause, a soft sigh echoed through the room.

    “…Thank you for saving her.”

    “Be good to her. I don’t understand humans,”

    “But she… is a good girl.”

    A faint light flickered, then disappeared into Chen Yin’s chest.

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 215

    Chapter 215: Playing Games

    Under the moonlight, the divided sea remained parted for a short while before slowly closing.

    Chen Yin stood on the waves, his arm around Luo Qiaoqiao’s slender waist, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

    “He… escaped?” Luo Qiaoqiao asked hesitantly.

    “He won’t get far.” Chen Yin shook his head.

    “Someone is waiting for him.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao blinked.

    “And stop changing the subject.”

    Chen Yin flicked her forehead lightly. “Why are you so disobedient? Your injuries haven’t healed yet. I told you to rest.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao covered her forehead with her hand, her eyes slightly red-rimmed, but she didn’t say anything.

    Chen Yin sighed and gently caressed her forehead. “Are you still mad at me?”

    “Why would I be mad?” She turned her head away slightly.

    “I admit, I’ve been busy. I promised to visit you, but I kept delaying it.”

    He tried to explain. “But it was important business. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t mean to neglect you. If you’re angry, I can make it up to you.”

    “How?” Luo Qiaoqiao suddenly looked up at him.

    “Anything you want.”

    “Then drink with me.”

    Chen Yin was surprised by her immediate response. For a moment, he wondered if he had been tricked.

    But seeing the hint of resentment and playfulness in her eyes, he nodded.

    “Alright. Let’s drink.”

    …The Divine Son should still be occupied for a while.

    He might as well use this opportunity to appease Sister Qiaoqiao.


    The peace of Yunlin City’s night was shattered by the commotion at the harbor.

    But it only lasted for an hour. After the waves subsided, only a few curious mortals remained, gawking at the remnants of the battle between cultivators.

    Luo Qiaoqiao had dragged Chen Yin to a brothel.

    Yes, a brothel.

    Standing before the brightly lit entrance, Chen Yin looked at the women milling about and asked, “Why here? We can drink anywhere.”

    “Don’t ask.” Luo Qiaoqiao pulled him inside. “Just follow me.”

    Chen Yin had no choice but to comply.

    But he was secretly pleased.

    This bold and unrestrained behavior was the Luo Qiaoqiao he knew and admired.

    After all, who else would drag their sweetheart to a brothel?

    It seemed the Silk-Robe Fairy’s tantrum was finally over.

    As they entered, the madam approached them. “Welcome… uh…” She stared at Luo Qiaoqiao, whose beauty eclipsed all the other women in the establishment, and stammered, “Did you… bring your own girl?”

    Before Chen Yin could even speak, Luo Qiaoqiao slammed a bag of gold onto the counter.

    “Get all the men out of here. I’m paying.”

    “We’re renting the entire place tonight.”

    Chen Yin was stunned. So was the madam.

    Even he couldn’t comprehend what she was doing.

    The madam stared at the gold, then said with a troubled expression, “Miss, this… isn’t very appropriate. We’re running a business here—”

    Before she could finish, Luo Qiaoqiao leaped onto the rafters, her movements graceful and effortless.

    Everyone looked up at her.

    With a wave of her hand, all the doors on the second floor swung open, revealing the occupants within, their clothes disheveled, their screams and curses echoing through the building.

    “What the hell?! What’s going on?!”

    Before the men could finish their complaints, a shower of gold rained down from above, glittering like golden hail.

    “Get out,” Luo Qiaoqiao said coldly, her eyes scanning the crowd. “Keep whatever you find. But if you’re the last one to leave, you’ll regret it.”

    The brothel erupted into chaos.

    Men and women scrambled for the gold, their eyes filled with greed, ignoring the blows and injuries they sustained in the frenzy.

    Within minutes, the brothel was empty, not a single man remaining, only a scene of utter chaos.

    Chen Yin watched in stunned silence, then covered his face with his hand and chuckled wryly.

    …Only you, Sister Qiaoqiao.

    She gracefully leaped down from the rafters, her red dress swirling around her, and landed beside him with a satisfied nod.

    “Alright. That’s taken care of.”

    “Madam, get us your best room and all the wine you have.”

    “Oh, and bring ten of your prettiest girls.”

    With that, she grabbed Chen Yin’s hand and led him upstairs, leaving the madam standing there, dumbfounded.

    After a long moment, the madam finally regained her composure and instructed the girls to prepare.

    “These youngsters these days, their tastes are getting wilder and wilder.”

    “Not only did she rent the entire place, but she also wants ten girls?”

    “And that beauty in red, she seems to have… unique preferences.” She muttered to herself.


    Chen Yin couldn’t remember how he ended up in the most luxurious room on the top floor.

    His mind was still reeling from her request for “ten of your prettiest girls.”

    He finally came to his senses as they entered the room.

    The spacious and lavishly decorated room was filled with the scent of incense, red silk curtains draped everywhere, and erotic paintings adorned the screens.

    It was the epitome of decadence and debauchery.

    Even Chen Yin, an experienced “scoundrel,” couldn’t help but blush and cough awkwardly.

    “Sister Qiaoqiao, what’s all this? I thought we were just going to have a drink?”

    Luo Qiaoqiao, seemingly unfazed by the surroundings, pulled him towards a low table with cushions.

    “Have you ever been to a brothel before?”

    “Uh… I have.”

    Chen Yin didn’t want to lie. “But I didn’t do anything. I was just curious.”

    “Tch,” Luo Qiaoqiao scoffed. “What’s there to be ashamed of? Even if you had slept with a prostitute, I wouldn’t have minded.”

    “But I really didn’t.”

    Chen Yin spread his hands innocently.

    …His first visit to a brothel had been when he was about ten.

    He had been buying wine for his Master when he couldn’t find the specific brand she wanted at any of the regular taverns. Out of desperation, he had tried a brothel.

    And, of course,

    As a virgin, he had also been curious about what a brothel was like.

    The moment he entered, he had been surrounded by a throng of women, their ample bosoms and curvaceous figures pressing against him, their soft voices and seductive whispers filling his ears, the scent of perfume overwhelming his senses.

    He couldn’t even remember how he had ended up in a private room.

    By the time he came to his senses, his pants were halfway down.

    Terrified by their predatory gazes, he had grabbed his pants, bought the wine, and fled.

    The experience had left a deep psychological scar.

    He had never entered a brothel again, and even the sight of prostitutes soliciting customers would send shivers down his spine.

    Of course, he wasn’t going to tell Luo Qiaoqiao about this embarrassing incident.

    Soon, ten beautiful women, their bodies swaying gracefully, entered the room, carrying jars of wine.

    “Welcome, Masters~” they chirped in unison, their voices sweet and seductive.

    Chen Yin shuddered and looked at Luo Qiaoqiao nervously.

    Luo Qiaoqiao, however, sat there casually and, grabbing a jar of wine, drained it in one gulp.

    The women stared at her, their eyes wide with surprise.

    A drop of wine trickled down her chin, past her neck, and onto her collarbone.

    She placed the empty jar on the table, wiped her mouth, and said calmly,

    “Line up and pour yourselves a bowl of wine. Hold it above your heads.”

    “If you spill any, take off your clothes and drink an entire jar.”

    The women, having never encountered such a request before, were intimidated by her tone and quickly obeyed.

    They stood there, their heads held high, their graceful figures on full display, bowls of wine balanced precariously above them.

    Chen Yin glanced at Luo Qiaoqiao cautiously and asked,

    “…What’s this about?”

    “Which one do you like?” she suddenly asked.

    “Uh, none of them.”

    Chen Yin sensed a trap and quickly denied it, putting on a virtuous facade.

    But Luo Qiaoqiao just looked them over, her eyes appraising.

    “The first one’s no good. The second one has a pretty face, but her breasts are too small. The fifth one is well-endowed, and her figure is nice, her skin must be soft and supple…”

    She continued her assessment without a hint of shyness, sounding like a seasoned connoisseur of women.

    Chen Yin coughed awkwardly.

    “…Sister Qiaoqiao, I thought we were here to drink.”

    “We are.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao glanced at him sideways. “Watching girls drink is also a form of entertainment.”

    “Remember the rule? If they spill their wine, they have to strip and drink an entire jar.”

    An entire jar of wine would be enough to intoxicate any mortal woman.

    “I never said outside interference wasn’t allowed.” She winked at him.

    Chen Yin finally understood.

    Luo Qiaoqiao tilted his chin up with a playful smile. “So? Pick one.”

    Chen Yin thought for a moment, then said seriously,

    “I’m really not interested in any of them.”

    “None of them meet your standards? Then I’ll have the madam bring ten more—”

    “Even ten more wouldn’t be enough.”

    “Then,” Luo Qiaoqiao suddenly lowered her eyes and poured herself a bowl of wine.

    She walked over to the ten women and placed the bowl on her own head.

    “…Now what?”

    Her eyes shimmered like candle flames.

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 214

    Chapter 214: Divine Son and Dao Venerable

    In the dimly lit underground palace, the black mist coalesced into the Divine Son’s form. He looked at Chen Yin, a sinister glint in his eyes.

    “…You actually found me.”

    “You don’t seem surprised.”

    Chen Yin grinned, summoning the Eternal Light Sword. “If you’re not surprised, it means you’re ready to face me, right?” His smile faded as he raised his sword. “This time… it’s your true body, isn’t it?”

    The Divine Son glared at him.

    As Chen Yin stepped forward, a shout echoed through the hall. “Don’t you dare touch the Divine Son!”

    Divine Messenger Chenming lunged, his broadsword crashing down, amplified by his System’s power. He was confident in his System’s ability; this strike could cleave a mountain in two.

    Chen Yin glanced at him sideways. “So you’re the one who hurt Sister Qiaoqiao?”

    Chenming roared as he swung his sword, about to crush Chen Yin.

    But the Eternal Light Sword had already pierced his throat.

    Frozen mid-strike, his expression shifted from ferocity to shock, his mouth opening and closing silently as blood gurgled from the wound in his throat.

    Chen Yin flicked his wrist, and Chenming’s body collapsed to the floor like a discarded ragdoll.

    Chenming’s face was etched with disbelief. Even in death, he was probably wondering…

    …Why?

    Why wasn’t he affected by the System?

    Chen Yin hadn’t even looked at him. The Eternal Light Sword had moved on its own, almost instinctively.

    In a single moment, one of Shen Li’s strongest guardians, besides the Divine Son, was dead.

    It happened so quickly that it was almost anticlimactic.

    The Divine Son’s eye twitched as he witnessed Chenming’s death.

    “…Why doesn’t Chenming’s System affect you? You’re not a Chosen One. Only Frost Moon Sword Immortal’s superior System can nullify other Systems.”

    Chen Yin wiped the blood from his sword, a memory flashing through his mind.


    One night, in Shen Shuanglian’s bedroom at the Mist Spirit Sect, two naked bodies were tangled in the sheets.

    “Speaking of which, every Chosen One has a System ability, right? Yours is called the Protagonist System. What does it do?”

    “It’s simple,” Shen Shuanglian had whispered, her lips pressed against his. “It nullifies the abilities of other Chosen Ones.”

    …Such a simple and crude ability, perfect for a protagonist. Chen Yin had thought at the time.

    “Is it powerful?”

    “It’s only effective against Chosen Ones. Against anyone else, it’s useless.”

    “But if the opponent is a Chosen One, then no matter what their ability is, it won’t affect me.”

    “Different people, different uses.”

    “Why do you ask?”

    “I want to see how powerful this ‘protagonist’ really is.”

    He had pulled her close, and Shen Shuanglian’s face had turned crimson.

    “I-I give up…”


    Recalling Shen Shuanglian’s flustered expression, Chen Yin felt a sense of smug satisfaction.

    …I’ve even conquered the protagonist.

    He grinned at the Divine Son.

    “Too bad.”

    “Shen Shuanglian is my wife.”

    The Divine Son’s expression turned cold.

    …He can use Shen Shuanglian’s System ability? How? But if that’s true, then my System is useless against him.

    He slowly stood up, clapping his hands softly.

    “As expected of Yu Ling’s disciple.”

    “I don’t know how you’re able to use Shen Shuanglian’s System ability,”

    “But I have to admit, you’re the biggest threat Shen Li has ever faced.”

    “Without you, we would have already succeeded.”

    His face twitched, and he gritted his teeth. “You’re good.”

    “But do you really think you can defeat us alone, when even your Master couldn’t after all these years?”

    Luo Qiaoqiao stared at them, and suddenly, the entire palace shook violently.

    “What’s happening?”

    “There’s a powerful presence… beneath us… It’s terrifying,” the System’s voice was grim.

    Chen Yin frowned slightly.

    The ground beneath their feet cracked, and a crimson light surged from the depths.

    The Divine Son descended the steps, bathed in the blood-red light.

    “You have no idea what you’re up against.”

    “…It’s a god.” A sinister smile spread across his lips. “A true god.”

    A blood-red mark, like a rune or a totem, appeared on his forehead, glowing with an intense heat.

    At the same time, the ground beneath them transformed into a sea of blood, forming a massive, complex formation. Its aura was overwhelming, far beyond anything this world could withstand.

    The moment it appeared, everything around them crumbled into dust.

    The walls.

    The pillars.

    Even Chenming’s body.

    Luo Qiaoqiao stared at the scene in horror, the world around her distorting and twisting.

    Space and time seemed to shatter as the formation pulsed with power, the entire palace becoming a void.

    And all that power, channeled through the formation, converged upon the Divine Son.

    His body floated in the air, his aura growing more powerful and ethereal, like the vast expanse of the heavens.

    “HAHAHAHA!”

    He spread his arms wide, reveling in his newfound power.

    “You’re lucky. This was a trump card left behind by the Dao Venerable, meant for your Master. But now, you get to experience true despair before she does.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao looked at him, her heart filled with a primal fear.

    Even the System’s voice trembled. “This… isn’t good. Run! I can’t save you this time!”

    It was the first time she had heard fear in its voice.

    As if it was instinctively terrified of the Divine Son.

    Chen Yin also sensed the ominous aura emanating from the formation. He looked up, his gaze fixed on the Divine Son.

    After a moment, the energy stabilized, all the power concentrated within the Divine Son’s body.

    He tilted his head, savoring the power.

    “Is this the true power of a god?”

    “We were right all along!”

    His eyes glowed with a manic intensity. “By following the Dao Venerable’s will, we will achieve immortality!”

    He laughed triumphantly and said, his voice booming through the chamber:

    “Chen Yin!”

    “You will be the first sacrifice to our divine power!”

    He took a step forward.

    Instantly, the space around Chen Yin compressed, collapsing into an endless black hole.

    The crushing pressure was even greater than that of the Wu Xuan Ancestor, making Chen Yin raise an eyebrow.

    “…He’s even stronger than that old turtle.”

    “What exactly is behind this Shen Li?”

    He didn’t have time to ponder the meaning of “Dao Venerable.”

    He knew that if he didn’t take this seriously…

    …he might actually die.

    He slowly raised his Eternal Light Sword.

    The scroll in his chest glowed faintly, the statue and the crystal skull within its space resonating with his sword.

    An ancient, primordial aura emanated from the blade,

    An aura of time and power, like a layer of gold leaf.

    The Divine Son’s confident smile faltered as he sensed the power emanating from Chen Yin’s sword.

    …It was comparable to his own.

    “My Second Sword can even slay an Immortal.”

    Chen Yin’s hair whipped around his face as he gripped his sword, its aura intensifying.

    “And you, a self-proclaimed god, are no exception.”

    The Eternal Light Sword blazed, a meteor streaking through the darkness.

    Chen Yin’s robes billowed in the wind, his sword imbued with the boundless power of the Dao.

    “Break!”

    The sword light pierced through the darkness, striking the Divine Son.

    “Boom!”

    Outside the underground palace, in Yunlin City…

    A massive wave suddenly crashed against the harbor, the tranquil waters erupting in chaos.

    Countless mortals watched in horror as the sea parted, revealing the dry seabed, the chasm refusing to close.

    A brilliant sword light, like a full moon, rose from the depths.

    A furious roar echoed through the air:

    “Impossible!”

    “This is the Dao Venerable’s power! Even your Master can’t withstand it! How can you?!”

    Another swift sword strike answered him, cleaving another chasm in the seabed.

    A figure fled in terror.

    “Chen Yin! This isn’t over!”

    “For defying the Dao Venerable, everyone in this world will pay!”

    Under the light of the moon, Chen Yin stood there, his sword in one hand, his other arm around Luo Qiaoqiao, watching as the Divine Son’s figure disappeared into the distance.

    His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 213

    Chapter 213: I’d Be Really Sad

    After leaving the inn, Chen Yin was lost in thought.

    He had been overlooking something.

    Shen Shuanglian, Yu Xiang, Luo Luo, and Luo Qiaoqiao.

    Their Plot Records all pointed to the same date.

    Initially, it had been five years in the future, the day Yu Xiang attacked the Mist Spirit Sect in his previous life.

    Come to think of it, Master had also been away on a journey at that time.

    Chen Yin now realized that in his previous life, before he changed anything, that date, five years in the future, was the true Triennial Day.

    All the Plot Records seemed to revolve around that day.

    Xiang’er and Shen Shuanglian’s mutual destruction. Master’s absence to deal with the Triennial Day. Luo Luo’s sacrifice to reinforce the seal. And Luo Qiaoqiao’s death.

    But this time, things were different.

    His actions at the Fairy Conference had disrupted Shen Shuanglian and Yu Xiang’s Plot Records, creating a ripple effect that changed everything.

    …The Triennial Day had been moved forward.

    It was supposed to be three or four years away.

    Now, it was only a month away.

    Chen Yin didn’t know why the Plot Records dictated that these Chosen Ones should die on that day.

    But he wouldn’t let it happen again.

    This time,

    No one would die.

    He suddenly stopped, a thought crossing his mind, and turned back, abruptly pushing open Luo Qiaoqiao’s door.

    The room was empty. Only the faint lingering energy of a teleportation talisman remained.

    Chen Yin looked around the empty room and sighed, running a hand through his hair.

    “Seriously… can’t you all just give me a break?”

    “But, come to think of it…” He looked out the window.

    He had been neglecting her.

    No wonder she was acting so strangely.


    Yunlin Province, harbor.

    The harbor was one of the busiest and most prosperous in the entire continent, filled with merchant ships and passenger boats, a constant hubbub of activity.

    But beneath the bustling harbor…

    …lay a hidden underground palace.

    Inside the dimly lit hall, a dozen figures in black robes and masks stood silently.

    The Divine Son, his black cloak billowing around him, sat on the throne.

    “Chenming, what time is it?” His voice was cold and indifferent.

    “Almost midnight, Divine Son,” Divine Messenger Chenming replied respectfully.

    “Fu Zhe still hasn’t returned?”

    This time, Chenming didn’t answer.

    The Divine Son closed his eyes slowly.

    …Chen Yin’s presence in the Wu Xuan Cave meant Yu Ling and the others were likely there as well.

    If Fu Zhe hadn’t returned by now…

    It wasn’t a good sign.

    “Chen Yin, Yu Ling,” he murmured, his eyes narrowed.

    A voice suddenly came from the entrance. “Divine Son, the new recruit has returned.”

    A masked figure in a black robe entered the hall and approached the throne.

    “Divine Son.”

    “You’re lucky to have escaped.”

    The Divine Son’s expression softened slightly. “What’s the situation at the Wu Xuan Cave?”

    “The Grand Witch is furious about the attack from the three sects. She no longer trusts us.”

    The figure bowed respectfully. “But she gave me something for you, Divine Son. She said to examine it before making a decision.”

    “Oh? What is it?”

    The masked figure produced a small, dark gray orb and offered it to the Divine Son.

    He reached out to take it.

    But just as his fingers brushed against the orb, the masked figure suddenly attacked.

    A dagger flashed towards him, a swift and deadly strike aimed at his throat. At such close range, even the Divine Son wouldn’t be able to dodge.

    But the dagger stopped, caught between his fingers.

    The other Divine Messengers drew their weapons, but the Divine Son remained calm, his gaze fixed on the figure before him.

    “…So you were a spy.”

    “It seems I was too careless in recruiting you.”

    A surge of energy erupted from him, and Luo Qiaoqiao, without hesitation, dropped the dagger and leaped back.

    Her mask shattered, revealing her beautiful face and fiery red dress.

    “It’s you.”

    The Divine Son raised an eyebrow. “The Silk-Robe Fairy.”

    “I should have known. To be on par with the Frost Moon Sword Immortal, you must also be a Chosen One.”

    “But I didn’t expect you to personally infiltrate Shen Li. I’m honored.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao didn’t speak, her cold eyes fixed on him. She spoke to her System silently:

    “Ready?”

    “Your injuries haven’t fully healed.”

    “It doesn’t matter.”

    “…Then let’s do it.”

    A crimson light flickered in Luo Qiaoqiao’s eyes.

    A bright, fiery red.

    Like the sun, like a raging inferno, her red dress shimmering with a golden glow.

    Her aura surged, becoming powerful and imposing.

    …The Heavenly Net Sect’s secret technique, “Startling Phoenix.”

    A forbidden technique that burned one’s cultivation base in exchange for a temporary boost in power.

    And Luo Qiaoqiao’s System ability was “Nirvana.”

    As long as her System was intact, she could regenerate her cultivation, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

    Which meant, with the System’s help, she could use the “Startling Phoenix” technique without limitations.

    Engulfed in flames, radiating the power of a phoenix, Luo Qiaoqiao swung her sword, the air around her igniting, the entire chamber turning into a sea of fire.

    The Divine Son watched calmly, his voice turning cold.

    “…Chenming.”

    Divine Messenger Chenming stepped forward and, with a wave of his hand, extinguished the flames.

    Not only that, but Luo Qiaoqiao felt a crushing pressure bearing down on her, almost forcing her to her knees.

    …Pressure?! She instantly recognized his System ability.

    Although she could sense that his cultivation wasn’t much higher than hers,

    In battles between Chosen Ones, cultivation level wasn’t everything.

    Even with the “Startling Phoenix” technique, boosting her strength to near the peak of the Grand Clarity Realm, she still struggled under his immense pressure.

    Her spiritual energy stagnated, and she gasped for air.

    “Right Divine Messenger Chenming…”

    “As expected, only those with powerful and unique System abilities can become the Divine Son’s guardians,” the System sighed.

    “Can you still fight?”

    “I’m fine,” Luo Qiaoqiao gritted her teeth, strands of hair clinging to her sweaty cheeks.

    She forced herself to stand and attacked, her fiery sword intent hurtling towards Chenming.

    Chenming retreated slowly.

    He couldn’t defeat her in a direct confrontation.

    But under the immense pressure of his System ability, her reckless attacks would eventually exhaust her.

    Luo Qiaoqiao’s graceful figure danced through the flames, her sword a blur of motion, each strike powerful and precise, forcing Chenming to dodge and weave.

    He waited patiently for an opportunity.

    The Divine Son watched them, his expression calm, seemingly in no hurry to intervene.

    He frowned slightly, as if lost in thought.

    Then, he suddenly spoke:

    “All Shen Li members,”

    “This location might have been compromised. Chenming, stay behind and cover our retreat. Everyone else, leave immediately.”

    The masked figures bowed respectfully and quickly left the hall.

    “Wait!”

    Luo Qiaoqiao’s eyes widened in alarm. If they escaped, all her efforts would have been wasted.

    Her flames surged, her sword ringing with a clear, phoenix-like cry.

    “Die!”

    The sudden burst of power made Chenming stumble, his arm singed by the flames.

    The Divine Son, seeing Chenming struggling, finally intervened, raising a hand.

    “Enough.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao gasped and clutched her chest, collapsing to the ground.

    It felt like an invisible hand was crushing her heart.

    Excruciating pain and a terrifying sense of dread washed over her.

    “I don’t have time for this.”

    The Divine Son’s voice was cold and indifferent. “Die.”

    He was about to crush her heart,

    When his eyes widened in shock, and his body dissolved into a cloud of black mist.

    A buzzing sound pierced through the air, and a sword embedded itself in the spot where he had been standing just a moment ago.

    The pressure on her chest vanished, and Luo Qiaoqiao collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

    “Can’t you just listen to me for once?” a familiar voice said beside her.

    She looked up and saw Chen Yin flicking her nose playfully.

    “If you had just gone to sleep like I told you, you could be collecting his corpse right now.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao bit her lip and didn’t answer.

    Chen Yin sighed and gently stroked her hair.

    “Still mad at me?”

    “…I’m not mad.”

    “Yes, you are. You’re jealous because you saw me with other women.”

    “I’m not—” Before Luo Qiaoqiao could protest, Chen Yin gently placed a finger on her lips.

    “We’ll talk later.”

    “Just this once, listen to me, okay?”

    “Don’t try to throw your life away.”

    “I would be really sad,” he said seriously.

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    Chapter 212: The Unopened Umbrella

    The setting sun cast long shadows across the room as Luo Qiaoqiao gazed out the window, her eyes distant and unfocused.

    She didn’t know how to tell him.

    “My story… isn’t that dramatic or exciting.”

    “It’s actually quite simple.”

    She sat on the edge of the bed, her head lowered, her voice barely a whisper.

    “I’m dying.”

    …Her Plot Record dictated that on the Triennial Day, when the Heavenly Gate opened…

    …she would die.

    It was that simple.

    Chen Yin’s eyes flickered slightly.

    “I’ve known since I was young that I would die one day.”

    Unable to explain about the System and Plot Records, Luo Qiaoqiao carefully chose her words.

    “I was only twelve when I first learned about it.”

    She had just gotten her System, treating it like a new toy, when she learned that she would die in a little over a decade. She had cried all night, heartbroken and devastated.

    “I was so sad. I was so young, I hadn’t experienced anything yet.”

    She hadn’t found love, hadn’t experienced the joys and sorrows of life.

    To die so young, in the prime of her life… it was a cruel fate for a little girl.

    “At first, I was heartbroken. But as I grew older, I gradually accepted it.”

    She said softly, “And I thought to myself…”

    …Since I only have a few years left, I might as well make the most of it. I’ll live a life without regrets, a life that will make my parents proud. I’ll live every moment to the fullest.

    And so, she became the carefree and willful Silk-Robe Fairy, a prodigy of the Heavenly Net Sect, her beauty renowned throughout the cultivation world.

    “I realized that this kind of life wasn’t so bad.”

    “To die a glorious and tragic death at twenty-five… it’s not a bad way to go.”

    “So I started drinking, sneaking out of the sect, traveling the world, experiencing everything I could.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao suddenly lowered her eyes. “But there was one thing I didn’t want to experience. Falling in love. I was afraid that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to let go. I wouldn’t want to die.”

    Chen Yin looked at her silently.

    Everyone knew that the Silk-Robe Fairy hated men, that she looked down on her countless admirers.

    No one knew what she had been carrying in her heart all these years.

    “I thought I could live like this until the end, a life without attachments, a life lived to the fullest, a peaceful death.”

    “…But…” She suddenly pouted and fell silent.

    But fate had other plans.

    That day, she had just wanted a drink.

    She had just wanted a quiet place to watch the moon.

    “I thought falling in love would take time, that it required patience and effort.”

    “But I was naive.” She buried her face in her knees.

    “It can happen in an instant.”

    With a single word.

    It could be as simple as waking up one morning and realizing that she would never meet another man who would say to her, when she was drunk and vulnerable:

    …If you truly wish to spend the night with someone,

    …it should be with your husband, on your wedding night,

    …not in some random tavern.

    She had suddenly felt a pang of loss,

    Her previous carefree life now seeming empty and meaningless.

    All the joys and pleasures she had experienced paled in comparison to the sound of him saying her name,

    His voice filled with a playful tenderness as he called her “Sister Qiaoqiao.”

    “That’s when I realized… perhaps this is what it means to fall in love.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao murmured, “Maybe for normal people, it takes a long time to fall in love. A week, a few months, a few years, even a lifetime.”

    “But my lifetime isn’t that long.” She chuckled wryly.

    …I don’t have time to wait for you to love me back.

    So it’s enough that I love you. A single moment is enough.

    Chen Yin’s eyes widened slightly.

    Luo Qiaoqiao sniffled, her voice filled with a quiet sadness.

    “I know… after that night, I was the one pursuing you.”

    She had pestered him to accompany her to the Fairy Conference,

    To visit the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion,

    To take late-night strolls and watch the moon.

    “I was like a spoiled child, demanding your attention.”

    “But your gaze… was always fixed on someone else.”

    At the Fairy Conference, he had been looking at someone else.

    When he defended Yin Mengwan against the elders, he had been looking at someone else.

    When he fell from the cliff, when he was rescued, he had been looking at someone else.

    At his Senior Sister, at his Junior Sister.

    Even now, he was surrounded by women.

    Luo Qiaoqiao knew there was no place for her in his heart.

    They could all be with him, for a long, long time.

    But she couldn’t.

    Even if she left her mark on his heart, it would be meaningless.

    It would only make their parting more painful.

    So she didn’t say those words.

    “You don’t have to cater to my whims.”

    She whispered, “I know it was all one-sided. You don’t have to force yourself. Everything I did was my own choice, it has nothing to do with you.”

    “Including what I’m about to do.”

    Chen Yin frowned slightly. “What are you planning to do?”

    “I overheard my parents talking… about Shen Li.”

    “I’m going to die anyway.”

    “If I can help my parents, or you… I might as well try.”

    “I’m a Chosen One. I might have a chance against the Divine Son.”

    “No, you’re not going.” Chen Yin’s voice was firm.

    “Why?”

    “Because I won’t let you die.”

    Chen Yin said seriously, “Not now, not ever. You’re going to live a long and happy life, experience everything you’ve missed, grow old, and become a wrinkled old granny. Dying is not an option.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao’s lips parted slightly, then she pressed them together tightly.

    “…How can you be so sure?”

    “I just am.”

    He poured himself a cup of tea and said calmly, “You’ve been avoiding the topic, which means your death is probably related to your System’s Plot Record. Let me guess, is it the Triennial Day?”

    Luo Qiaoqiao didn’t answer.

    …As expected. Chen Yin sipped his tea slowly.

    Many things were becoming clear now.

    “Don’t worry,”

    He said softly, “get some rest. Everything will be over when you wake up.”

    “But… there’s no time. The Wu Xuan Cave is only half a day’s journey from here. If I don’t reach their headquarters within a day, the Divine Son will be suspicious.”

    “Don’t worry. I’ll go in your place.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao was about to speak, but Chen Yin gently placed a finger on her lips.

    “The Divine Son who hurt you will die. And you’ll be safe during the Triennial Day.”

    “I promise.” He looked at her intently, his gaze unwavering.

    Luo Qiaoqiao didn’t say anything more.

    She let him carry her to bed and tuck her in, his voice gentle and soothing.

    “Rest well. Recover from your injuries.”

    “I have a gift for you when you get back.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao watched him go, her eyes fixed on his retreating figure.

    She stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

    “…System.”

    “Don’t blame me. I only left that card because I couldn’t bear to watch you suffer…”

    “That’s not what I wanted to ask.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao murmured, “Do you think… he ever… liked me?”

    The System didn’t answer. After a moment, it said, “Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

    “Because I’m afraid of the answer.”

    She burrowed under the blankets. “What if he says no? What if I’ve always been… insignificant to him?”

    The System didn’t know how to respond.

    Luo Qiaoqiao closed her eyes.

    She remembered Chen Yin defending Xiang’er, his sword against the elders of the Fairy Conference.

    She remembered him and Shen Shuanglian falling from the cliff.

    She remembered him storming the Mist Spirit Sect alone.

    She remembered him carrying Qingying into his room last night.

    “…Luo Qiaoqiao, you fool.”

    She chuckled wryly. “You already know the answer, don’t you?”

    “Why… delude yourself?”

    The System had a bad feeling. “Is it raining outside?” Luo Qiaoqiao suddenly asked.

    “Raining? No. It’s a clear night.”

    “A clear night,” she murmured, “how can it rain on a clear night?”

    …She wouldn’t live to see another rainy day.

    “System, exchange for a teleportation talisman.”

    The System paused. “Don’t you believe he can save you?”

    “It’s not that I don’t believe him.”

    She suddenly smiled. “It’s just… pointless.”

    The rain had stopped.

    And there was no need to open an umbrella after the rain had passed.

    “Let’s go.”

    “There’s no need to disturb their lives any longer.”

    “Let’s finish what we started.”

    A faint purple light flickered, and the room was empty, only the neatly folded blankets remaining.

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    Chapter 211: A Beauty

    While the masked figure was still stunned, Chen Yin had already placed a basin of hot water and a tray of food and wine beside the bed, his sleeves rolled up like a diligent innkeeper.

    “Would you like to wash up first, or have dinner?”

    The masked figure’s lips moved, but no sound came out.

    “You must be tired from your journey. Let’s freshen up first.”

    Chen Yin wrung out a hot towel and said solicitously, “Allow me to assist you.”

    The masked figure remained motionless.

    Chen Yin smiled and gently helped her onto a chair, then knelt down and removed her boots.

    The masked figure’s body trembled slightly, but she didn’t resist.

    The metallic scent of blood filled the air. Chen Yin noticed dried bloodstains on the soles of her boots.

    He silently placed her feet in the basin and poured warm water over them.

    The masked figure flinched as his hands touched her feet, but she bit her lip and remained silent.

    Chen Yin carefully washed her feet and ankles with the warm towel.

    A soothing warmth spread through her body, easing the aches and pains of her journey. She felt like she was soaking in a hot spring.

    She noticed the faint blue glow emanating from his palms.

    “Are you… healing me?”

    “You jest, my lady. I’m just a humble servant, attending to your needs.”

    The masked figure’s cheeks flushed with anger. “Chen Yin! Stop playing these games!”

    Chen Yin ignored her and continued washing her feet and legs.

    The masked figure finally lowered her head and whispered, “How did you find me?”

    “You sent me a message. Yunlin Province.”

    “I didn’t—” The masked figure paused, then mentally cursed, “System!”

    The System remained silent.

    Chen Yin finished washing one foot, then moved on to the other.

    The masked figure, uncomfortable with his gentle touch, fidgeted slightly.

    “I-I can do it myself…”

    “You must be tired, my lady. Allow me to assist you.”

    Chen Yin’s tone was casual and dismissive.

    The masked figure fell silent.

    The only sound in the room was the gentle splashing of water.

    After washing her feet, Chen Yin smiled and said, “Please, allow me to help you undress and wash your body.”

    The masked figure’s mind went blank.

    Before she could react, he was already reaching for her clothes.

    “You!”

    She flinched and was about to protest when Chen Yin’s hand gently touched her shoulder, his voice suddenly serious.

    “…Don’t move.” His voice was soft and gentle.

    The masked figure obediently sat still as he removed her outer robe.

    Chen Yin frowned as he saw the wounds beneath the black cloak.

    Her body was covered in cuts and bruises, some fresh, some old, some dried, some still bleeding.

    The masked figure glanced at him nervously, then watched as he silently removed her robe and reached for her inner garments.

    But before he could touch her, she crossed her arms protectively over her chest.

    “Don’t…” she whispered, her voice filled with a sudden vulnerability.

    Chen Yin didn’t force the issue. He tossed the bloodstained clothes aside and picked up a clean towel, gently wiping the blood from her arms.

    His touch was soft and careful.

    The masked figure’s body trembled, a tingling sensation spreading through her, her muscles relaxing.

    A soft moan escaped her lips.

    “Mmm…”

    Her fair skin, her delicate curves, were a sight that would make any man’s heart race.

    But Chen Yin’s gaze remained calm as he continued wiping her body, his spiritual energy discreetly probing her injuries.

    …Her meridians were twisted and mangled, as if they had been violently contorted.

    It was a miracle she was even alive.

    The pain must have been excruciating.

    Chen Yin didn’t know how much it hurt,

    But he tried to be as gentle as possible.

    As he cleaned her wounds, he suddenly asked,

    “…The Divine Son’s doing?”

    She hesitated, then nodded silently.

    Chen Yin finished cleaning her wounds, her skin now smooth and unblemished, even the minor cuts and bruises gone.

    He took out a few pills and handed them to her.

    “The side effects are a bit strong. You might sleep for an entire day. But they’re very effective.”

    “You’ll be fine when you wake up.”

    Hearing that she would be asleep for a whole day, the masked figure hesitated, her lips pressed together.

    But Chen Yin said firmly,

    “Take them.”

    She took the pills and swallowed them, then looked at him with wide, expectant eyes.

    Chen Yin’s expression softened slightly.

    “You must be tired, my lady. I’ve prepared some food for you.”

    “Would you like to try some?” He smiled.

    The masked figure looked at the braised crucian carp, sweet and sour pork ribs, and fish-flavored eggplant on the table. Her stomach rumbled audibly.

    “I-I’m not hungry—”

    “I can feed you,” Chen Yin offered casually.

    The masked figure immediately picked up her chopsticks and took a bite.

    …It was truly delicious.

    She had tasted countless delicacies, but this simple home-cooked meal was exceptional.

    After just one bite, she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

    Chen Yin was right.

    A full stomach was the greatest comfort when you were feeling down.

    She ate a few more bites, then lowered her head silently.

    “Is it not to your liking?”

    “…This is the first time you’ve cooked for me.”

    Chen Yin propped his head up with his hand and looked at her. “If you like it, I can cook for you every day.”

    The masked figure suddenly looked up.

    “When did you recognize me?”

    “I told you. You remind me of someone I know.”

    Chen Yin tilted his head and smiled, his eyes twinkling.

    …Someone who had shared drinks with him, regardless of gender.

    Someone carefree and unrestrained, passionate and fiery, like a phoenix.

    “She’s straightforward, impulsive, a bit spoiled, and a bit willful.”

    Seeing the masked figure’s lips pouting slightly, Chen Yin chuckled. “But I like her personality. Free-spirited, happy, drinks till she drops, loves and hates with equal passion. I envy her.”

    “And coincidentally,” he smiled, “she also likes using red handkerchiefs.”

    The masked figure froze.

    She remembered wiping the spilled wine from her robe with her handkerchief that night.

    “It’s j-just a handkerchief… other people might also like—”

    “But I don’t know that many people.”

    Chen Yin said seriously, “In my heart, only one person uses that color.”

    Whenever he saw that color, he would think of her.

    The sunrise. Candlelight.

    A red wedding canopy. A bride’s makeup.

    He would always remember the woman in red, her beauty breathtaking.

    “Sister Qiaoqiao, am I right?”

    The masked figure didn’t answer.

    Even as Chen Yin gently removed her mask, revealing her beautiful face and long, flowing hair,

    She remained silent,

    Her eyes red-rimmed, her gaze fixed on him.

    Chen Yin smiled and gently stroked her hair.

    “There are always sad and frustrating things in life.”

    “Even if you don’t want to tell me,”

    “As long as your stomach is full, you can cry as much as you want.”

    “And after you’ve cried, no matter how difficult things are, they will eventually pass.”

    “Of course,” he added, “if you don’t want them to pass, you can always tell me about them.”

    “I’m not good at much, but I’m a good listener.”

    “I can listen for a long time.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao’s nose tingled, and she lowered her head silently.

    She didn’t want to cry.

    She knew that if she did, everything she had worked so hard for would be for nothing.

    So, she took another bite of food and asked softly, “Why… are you being so nice to me?”

    “Why was Sister Qiaoqiao so nice to me back then?”

    Luo Qiaoqiao opened her mouth, then looked away, a flicker of regret in her eyes.

    “You… don’t have to force yourself to comfort me.”

    “It wasn’t for you. It was for myself.”

    She had fallen for a complete stranger, a young cultivator she had met by chance.

    She had given him everything, determined to marry him, to leave her mark on his heart, even if it meant being unreasonable.

    Looking back, it had all been one-sided.

    She had realized it later.

    Perhaps he had never liked her.

    He had just happened to meet a sad and lonely girl drowning her sorrows in a tavern.

    And out of kindness, he had spent the night drinking with her and then taken care of her.

    They were strangers.

    Everything that followed had been her own doing.

    “I know. My actions only made you feel guilty. If you don’t like me, you’ll never like me.”

    “Just because I like someone, it doesn’t mean they’ll like me back.”

    She whispered, “I don’t want you to be nice to me out of guilt.”

    “Everything I did… was my own choice.”

    Chen Yin looked at her silently.

    “Are you full?”

    “Huh?”

    “Then let’s talk.”

    He glanced out the window. “It’s still early. I want to hear your story.”

    “Tell me what happened after we parted ways.”

    “And… about our first meeting.”

    “Why was Sister Qiaoqiao drinking alone that night?”

    Luo Qiaoqiao bit her lip. “What’s the point of talking about the past…?”

    “There is a point. Because it’s important to me.”

    Chen Yin said seriously, “I want to know why Sister Qiaoqiao fell for me after just one night of drinking.”

    “I know I’m handsome. It’s normal for beautiful women to be attracted to me.”

    “…But I still want to hear it from you.”

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    Chapter 210: Even When You’re Unhappy, You Still Have to Eat

    Inside the room, the candlelight flickered, casting long shadows as Chen Yin gently placed Qingying on the bed.

    She was sleeping soundly, her lips murmuring his name softly.

    He glanced out the window.

    …He had sensed someone outside.

    But the presence was gone in a flash.

    Chen Yin opened the window, and a gentle breeze carried a small card into the room. He picked it up. A single line of text was written on it.

    “Yunlin Province. Shen Li.”

    He stared at the card, his gaze fixed on the darkness outside.

    …Yunlin Province. Half a day’s journey from here.

    Chen Yin took out a small paper kite, infused it with his blue spiritual energy, and sent it flying into the night.

    Then, he left the room.

    The darkness over the Wu Xuan Cave was receding, the stench of blood fading slightly.

    Chen Yin followed the path, walking past ruined houses, burning wreckage, and charred bodies.

    He saw Heitie.

    The stubborn boy’s body was now a charred husk, unrecognizable.

    He continued towards the main hall in silence.

    The bodies along the path changed. Fewer villagers, more cultivators, their remains even more gruesome, their bones blackened and broken, their bodies twisted in unnatural positions.

    By the time he reached the main hall, nearly a hundred bodies lay scattered around, not a single one intact. A gruesome scene of carnage.

    Chen Yin stepped over the bodies and entered the hall.

    A bloodcurdling scream echoed from within. “Aaaaagh! No! It wasn’t me—! Grand Witch, please spare me!”

    Chen Yin ignored the screams and went to the side room.

    He opened the door, and Luo Luo stood there, her eyes wide with fear.

    “Young Master…”

    “Don’t worry.” He ruffled her hair gently. “How’s Lian’er?”

    “Big Brother, I’m fine.”

    Lian’er sat up in bed, her body wrapped in bandages.

    Chen Yin sat beside her and checked her condition.

    …Most of her wounds had healed. So many fatal injuries, yet she was stable, her spiritual energy strong. Such resilience… he had only seen it with Master’s “Forgotten Everlasting Heart Sutra.” But Lian’er was just a beginner.

    “Big Brother?”

    Lian’er’s voice brought him back to reality. She blinked at him with wide, innocent eyes.

    “It’s okay. Rest. The Grand Witch has taken care of the bad guys.”

    “I knew she would avenge me.”

    Lian’er’s eyes were red-rimmed, her lips trembling.

    “But… but everyone else…”

    She burst into tears, burying her face in Chen Yin’s chest.

    He gently stroked her back, comforting her silently.

    As dawn approached, the door opened again.

    Grand Witch Bi Luo entered.

    She was wearing a new set of clothes, her dark green hair flowing loosely around her shoulders, a strange fragrance clinging to it. Her fingertips were slightly stained with black.

    Her eyes were cold and lifeless as she sat down at the table.

    “Is Lian’er alright?”

    “You arrived just in time,” Chen Yin said without looking up. “A little later, and her wounds would have healed completely.”

    The Grand Witch didn’t reply, just sat there silently, her arms crossed.

    “…Who were they?”

    “The Lingyu Sect, the Chiyu Sect, and the Huanxi Sect.”

    The Grand Witch’s voice was low. “They’re all cultivation sects from the Southern Region, but they’re located outside the Ten Thousand Mountains.”

    “Someone told them I was fusing with a Heavenly Dao Fragment and that I was vulnerable.”

    Her voice was filled with suppressed rage.

    “…Shen Li.”

    “They’re truly audacious.”

    “I don’t understand why they would do this. Luring those three sects to attack us… aren’t they afraid of angering me?”

    “They were probably trying to pressure you into joining them,” Chen Yin said calmly. “By creating conflict between you and the three sects, they could then swoop in and save the day, earning your gratitude and making you more likely to join them.”

    “But why didn’t they show up?”

    “Because,”

    Chen Yin’s gaze lowered, his voice cold,

    “The one responsible for this plan is already dead.”

    The Grand Witch’s eyes narrowed.

    “You killed him?”

    “He hurt Qingying. I had to.”

    Chen Yin said slowly, “I suspected Shen Li would make a move after my conversation with that masked figure, so I had Ye Huang inform my Master. But… I was too late.”

    The Grand Witch slammed her fist on the table.

    “Shen Li!”

    “I will have my revenge!” She gritted her teeth.

    Lian’er flinched, startled by her outburst.

    She had never seen the Grand Witch so angry.

    It was terrifying.

    Chen Yin calmly poured himself a cup of tea and asked softly, “What did you do to the three Sect Masters?”

    “I locked them up in a secret chamber.”

    The Grand Witch’s voice was filled with venom. “I crippled their cultivation and filled the chamber with flesh-eating insects. They’ll suffer for a long time.”

    “How long?”

    “A decade or two.”

    Chen Yin’s eyebrows twitched.

    This Grand Witch was more vindictive than he had imagined.

    “What about the Wu Xuan Cave villagers?”

    The Grand Witch fell silent, her face darkening.

    “…Almost all of them are dead.”

    “Only Lian’er remains.”

    “It’s my fault.”

    Chen Yin looked at her.

    Her body was trembling slightly.

    Unlike her previous cold fury, she now looked like a child who had done something wrong, her head lowered, her lips bitten raw, her hands shaking.

    Chen Yin was surprised. He hadn’t expected this side of her.

    He had always seen her as a ruthless and powerful leader.

    She had casually crippled Nan Xiaoxiang and cast her out.

    She had slaughtered the three sect disciples without mercy.

    But now, he realized she was just a young woman, around Nan Xiaoxiang’s age.

    “Where’s Nan Xiaoxiang?”

    “Sister Nan is treating the injured villagers,” Luo Luo said softly.

    Chen Yin nodded and stood up to leave.

    As he passed by the Grand Witch, he said,

    “Aren’t you going to see them?”

    The Grand Witch bit her lip and whispered, “What for?”

    “…I can’t heal them. I only know how to kill.”

    “Let that woman have the glory.”

    Chen Yin glanced at her sideways.

    “Why… did you cast her out all those years ago?”

    The Grand Witch didn’t answer.

    But Chen Yin already knew.

    There could only be one Sacred Child.

    Nan Xiaoxiang wouldn’t have been able to defeat Bi Luo in the final trial. Her only fate would have been death.

    Even if Bi Luo had wanted to spare her, the Wu Xuan Cave elders wouldn’t have allowed it. Nan Xiaoxiang knew too much.

    Unless she was crippled and rendered harmless.

    And banished from the Wu Xuan Cave forever.

    That was all Bi Luo could do at the time.

    After a long silence, Chen Yin said,

    “Perhaps I shouldn’t have asked.”

    “But honesty is always the best policy.”

    “Remember, you still owe me a favor. Don’t forget to pay up when I get back.”

    The Grand Witch blushed slightly, then changed the subject. “Where are you going?”

    “To find someone.”

    Chen Yin looked into the distance, his voice soft. “Someone is waiting for me.”


    Yunlin Province.

    Located on the border between the Eastern and Southern Regions, Yunlin Province was a small, unremarkable province.

    Besides its coastal location and bustling trade routes, it had few resources for cultivation. There wasn’t even a single sect with a Supreme Clarity Realm cultivator.

    But due to its convenient location, it had a large mortal population.

    Many lived there, running small businesses, catering to the merchants and travelers passing through.

    In a remote inn outside Yunlin City…

    As the sun set, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape, the innkeeper was startled by a loud bang.

    A masked figure in black robes stumbled through the door.

    The innkeeper, thinking they were being robbed, froze in fear.

    But the figure just whispered,

    “…A room.”

    “R-right away.”

    The innkeeper and his assistant quickly prepared a room, and the masked figure slowly made their way upstairs, their body weary and wounded.

    “Leave some hot water outside my door. And don’t disturb me.”

    The assistant nodded quickly and hurried away.

    The masked figure closed the door, leaned against it, and slid to the floor, their breath coming in ragged gasps.

    The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood.

    “…I’m impressed,”

    The System’s voice suddenly echoed in their mind. “You actually made it this far in your condition.”

    “Not… far enough…”

    The masked figure’s eyes flickered, their voice weak. “Almost… there…”

    “Even if you reach him, what then? You’re barely alive.”

    “Just one pill would help. At least for the pain—”

    The masked figure didn’t answer.

    The System sighed helplessly.

    “I don’t understand you humans. Such stubbornness… only humans are capable of it.”

    The masked figure’s lips were dry and cracked, the taste of blood filling their mouth.

    A knock came at the door.

    “Just leave the water outside…” they whispered, their voice barely audible.

    But the knocking continued.

    “Sir, I also brought you some food and wine. It’ll get cold.”

    The masked figure gritted their teeth, struggling to stand up. They opened the door, their voice filled with annoyance.

    “I told you not to disturb—”

    Their voice trailed off.

    Chen Yin stood there, a tray of food and wine in his hands, a smile on his face.

    “Please, calm down.”

    “Even when you’re tired, hurt, and unhappy,”

    “You still have to eat.”