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

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 87

    Chapter 87: Candy and Wine

    Xiang’er became noticeably brighter and more cheerful during the days they spent back on Mount Yu. The melancholic shadow that had lingered in her eyes was gone, replaced by the carefree innocence of her youth.

    Chen Yin also enjoyed a few days of peace. He not only indulged Xiang’er with food, drinks, and playful activities but also kept a close eye on Master, making sure she stayed on the mountain to recover.

    Several times, the old loli granny tried to sneak out for a drink, only to be dragged back to her room by Chen Yin, her robe clutched firmly in his hand.

    For days, her cries of distress echoed through her cave.

    “Help! Someone! A beautiful young maiden is being held captive!”

    During this downtime, Chen Yin also took the opportunity to study the System Shop that had suddenly appeared in his scroll.

    Honestly, this was the first time he had encountered a System.

    Although he had written many System novels in his previous life, actually encountering one in reality was still a novel experience.

    This System had no task list or point system, only a vast and seemingly endless shop.

    It contained countless items, from this world to his previous life on Earth, and even from worlds beyond his imagination.

    …It was like a treasure trove of infinite possibilities.

    Of course, Chen Yin tried to retrieve some items from the shop, but some were accessible, while others were locked. The accessible items were mostly mundane trinkets. None of the powerful techniques, pills, treasures, or weapons were available to him.

    He had no System points, so he could only assume that he didn’t need points to purchase items from the shop, but rather permission.

    And currently, his permission level only allowed him to access insignificant items.

    Even so, Chen Yin’s favorite pastime these past few days was dressing Xiang’er up in different outfits.

    “Xiang’er, try this one on.”

    “And this one! And this one!”

    He had a collection of JK(high school student) uniforms with pleated skirts and blouses, black silk maid outfits, OL(Office Lady) suits with glasses, cheongsams with high heels, fishnet stockings, and bunny girl costumes.

    Finally, when he presented her with a bikini, Yu Xiang couldn’t take it anymore. Her face flushed crimson as she threw the swimsuit at his head.

    “Stinky Senior Brother! Where did you get all these embarrassing clothes? Why is there so little fabric?!”

    “It’s fine, as long as it looks good.” Chen Yin gave her a thumbs up. “Look at this swimsuit, it’s light and breathable, and with Xiang’er’s size, it’ll definitely—whoa!”

    Before he could finish his suggestive comment and picture the scene in his mind, Yu Xiang had already kicked him out of the room, her face burning with shame.

    “Stinky! Senior! Brother!”

    Chen Yin picked himself up from the floor, dusting himself off as if nothing had happened.

    After kicking Chen Yin out, Yu Xiang sat back on the bed, fuming.

    But a moment later, her eyes couldn’t help but wander towards the pile of clothes on the bed.

    “…”

    She hesitated, then picked up the bikini and held it against her body, examining herself in the mirror.

    “…Does Senior Brother… like this kind of clothing?”

    “C-could it be that men really prefer women to wear as little as possible?”

    Just the thought made her face burn with embarrassment.


    Chen Yin sat in the main hall of Master’s residence, sipping his tea leisurely, his legs crossed, looking as carefree as ever.

    Soon, the door to the side room creaked open a crack.

    “Absolutely not.” Chen Yin said calmly, without looking up. “You’re not going anywhere until your injuries are healed.”

    A cute little head peeked out from the crack, then cleared its throat and said in a mock-serious tone:

    “Disciple, I’ve noticed that you’ve been quite arrogant lately.”

    “Don’t think you can ride roughshod over me just because I’m injured.”

    “I command you to prepare ten jars of the finest wine for me immediately, or else I—”

    She was still rambling when a loud thud made her jump and open her eyes wide.

    On the table in the hall, over a dozen jars and bottles of wine were neatly arranged. Some were in traditional jars, some in bottles, and some in strange and unfamiliar containers with foreign writing.

    Chen Yin, who was sipping his tea with his eyes closed, waved his hand, and all the lids flew off the containers.

    “—Whoa!”

    The air was instantly filled with a mixture of fragrant and potent aromas, assaulting Master’s sensitive nose.

    Her eyes widened, and drool almost escaped her lips.

    “Ah ha, uh, this, you stinky—I mean, my good disciple.”

    Master immediately sidled up to Chen Yin, massaging his shoulders and legs with a flattering smile. “You can’t possibly finish all this wine by yourself, right?”

    “It’s already open, it would be a waste. Why don’t you let Master—”

    “Want a drink?” Chen Yin opened one eye and glanced at her sideways. “Are you tempted by the aroma?”

    Master nodded vigorously, then quickly shook her head in denial.

    “Uh, no, no… Master just doesn’t want to see you waste food. Hehe.”

    Seeing the greedy glint in the little alcoholic’s eyes, Chen Yin waved his hand again, and all the wine vanished from the table.

    “Waaaah! My wine!”

    Master almost burst into tears, turning to Chen Yin with a pitiful expression, her eyes filled with resentment.

    “You can have it, if you’re good.”

    Chen Yin said leisurely, “I’ll be away for a couple of days. If your injuries are mostly healed by the time I return, you can drink as much as you want. I’ll make sure you have enough.”

    Master’s eyes lit up, practically wagging her tail like a happy puppy.

    “Of course, if I find out that you haven’t been resting properly and neglecting your health…”

    He said sternly, “Not only will you not get any wine, but I’ll also confiscate your secret stash of money, so you can’t even buy your own.”

    “Damn it, you brat! You’re so cruel!”

    Master retorted angrily, “Then I curse you to encounter a shemale while flirting, and when you take off her pants, you’ll find something bigger than yours!”

    “What the hell, you old hag! That’s so vicious! Aren’t you afraid of traumatizing me and leaving you with only cucumbers for company?”

    “Fool, I have plenty of toys. Who needs your little bean sprout anyway?”

    “You old hag!”

    “Brat!”


    “Xiang’er.”

    “Hmm?”

    “I need to go out again tomorrow. I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

    Yu Xiang, who was tidying up the house, paused.

    “Senior Brother, you… aren’t going out to fool around again, are you?”

    “Of course not.” Chen Yin chuckled awkwardly. “Just some unfinished business to take care of.”

    “You stay here and wait for me. I’ll be back soon.”

    Xiang’er turned to him, her eyes clear and unwavering.

    “Can’t I come with you?”

    “If you come too, Master will be left unsupervised and will definitely sneak out for a drink, ignoring her injuries.”

    He patted Xiang’er’s head reassuringly. “Be good and listen to me. I’ll be back soon.”

    Xiang’er remained silent, her gaze fixed on her toes, then nodded slowly.

    “…Are you unhappy, Xiang’er?”

    “No…”

    “Then why aren’t you saying anything?”

    “Isn’t Senior Brother going to see Senior Sister?”

    Chen Yin froze, then scratched his nose awkwardly.

    “Uh, although that’s not my main purpose, I will be passing by the Mist Spirit Sect to check on things. I can’t help but worry about her.”

    Yu Xiang’s nose twitched, and her lips pouted slightly.

    “So it’s for Senior Sister after all.”

    “Are you jealous, Xiang’er?”

    “If I said I was jealous,” Xiang’er looked at him seriously, “would Senior Brother not go see Senior Sister?”

    Chen Yin didn’t answer.

    Yu Xiang seemed to have expected his reaction. She wasn’t angry, nor did she cry or sulk. She simply walked behind him.

    And gently hugged him.

    “I don’t want to compare myself to anyone. It’s pointless.”

    “As long as Senior Brother still loves Xiang’er as his Junior Sister, that’s enough.”

    She whispered softly, “Xiang’er is indeed greedy. If I could, I would want Senior Brother to stay on Mount Yu forever, never leaving.”

    “But… I also don’t want Senior Brother to think that Xiang’er is selfish.”

    Chen Yin’s eyes flickered. He suddenly said softly, “Open your mouth.”

    “Huh?”

    Before Yu Xiang could react, Chen Yin popped something into her mouth.

    She instinctively bit down. A sweet and delicious flavor exploded on her tongue.

    “What is this…?” Yu Xiang asked in surprise, covering her mouth with her hand.

    “Candy. Don’t swallow it.”

    Chen Yin said gently, “Is it good?”

    “Mmm… it’s delicious. Sweet and fragrant.”

    Xiang’er chewed on the candy, a happy expression spreading across her face.

    “There’s something even more interesting.”

    Chen Yin chuckled. “Try blowing air into the candy.”

    Yu Xiang did as he said, and a pink bubble suddenly formed in her mouth.

    “Whoa!”

    Her eyes lit up with delight. She tried to speak, but the bubble burst the moment she opened her mouth.

    “Aw…” She looked downcast.

    “It’s called bubblegum. A sweet and fun candy.”

    Chen Yin took out a small jar from his pocket and handed it to her. “You’ve always loved candy. Consider this a gift from Senior Brother.”

    Xiang’er took the jar with delight and popped another piece of gum into her mouth.

    “Mmm… this one is delicious too. Watermelon flavor.”

    “There are many flavors. You can try them all.”

    She popped another piece into her mouth and looked at Chen Yin with sparkling eyes. “Do you know what flavor this one is, Senior Brother?”

    “I… don’t know.”

    “Then… do you want to try?”

    She stood before him, her hands behind her back, her face flushed, her eyes filled with shyness and anticipation.

    Chen Yin hesitated for a second.

    The next moment, her soft, red lips pressed against his.

    He finally tasted the candy.

    Watermelon. Lime.

    And the sweet fragrance of a young girl.

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 86

    Chapter 86: The Language of Mist Yu Flowers

    Upon returning to Mount Yu, Xiang’er immediately went to her room and fell asleep without a word.

    Chen Yin saw the exhaustion and vulnerability in her eyes and didn’t disturb her.

    …This was probably the first peaceful sleep she had had in years.

    Master, on the other hand, seemed to have enjoyed herself immensely, returning late at night, humming a tune with a cheerful expression.

    “Looks like you got quite a haul from the Mist Spirit Sect’s treasure vault.”

    “Ah, it wasn’t much.” Master waved her hand dismissively. “I just took all their valuables. I left those cultivation techniques, secret manuals, and protective artifacts for your little girlfriend to guard the mountain.”

    Chen Yin coughed awkwardly, not bothering to argue with her.

    “But…” He lowered his gaze, a hint of worry in his eyes. “The Mist Spirit Sect is a large and powerful sect. They’ve made countless enemies over the millennia.”

    “If news of the Sect Master and elders’ deaths spread, the Mist Spirit Sect will surely face chaos and bloodshed.”

    “I wonder if Senior Sister can handle it alone… Maybe I should go back and help her tomorrow?”

    “Hah.” Master glanced at him sideways. “You underestimate your little girlfriend.”

    “She’s not as fragile as you think. You don’t become the renowned Frost Moon Sword Immortal without some strength.”

    “Besides,” her petite figure swayed gracefully, her large robe like a layer of mist under the moonlight,

    “The Mist Spirit Sect’s foundation isn’t just about those powerful elders.”

    “If your little girlfriend uses her resources wisely, it’ll take at least three or four Grand Clarity Realm experts to breach the Mist Spirit Sect’s defenses.”

    Chen Yin nodded slowly, then suddenly asked, “You don’t want me to go back to Senior Sister because you’re jealous, are you?”

    The next moment, Chen Yin was kicked down the mountain.


    Midnight. The mountains were quiet and serene.

    The door to the small wooden hut at the foot of the mountain was open. Chen Yin glanced inside, then turned and walked towards the hill behind the hut.

    The gnarled pines and cypresses clung to the rocky cliffs, their branches swaying in the wind, casting shadows across the moonlit slopes.

    Yu Xiang sat on the edge of the cliff, her light green dress shimmering like an emerald in the moonlight.

    “You’re awake?” Chen Yin sat down beside her.

    Yu Xiang lowered her head, her green embroidered shoes dangling in the air.

    “…I couldn’t sleep.”

    “Why? Are you still having nightmares?”

    “No, it’s the opposite.” Xiang’er’s eyes, as clear as glass, flickered. “For the first time in a long time, I didn’t have any nightmares.”

    “No blood-soaked images of my parents reaching out to me. No endless screams of my senior brothers and sisters.”

    “I didn’t even dream. It was like my consciousness was blank. I slept soundly until just now.”

    Chen Yin ruffled her hair. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

    Xiang’er pondered for a moment, then blinked.

    “If a person who has been overweight their entire life suddenly wakes up thin one day, they might not be overjoyed. They might be terrified, right?”

    Chen Yin nodded thoughtfully.

    “I’ve gotten used to seeing my parents in my nightmares every night.”

    She spoke slowly, as if talking to herself. “I always thought it was their souls reminding me not to forget, to avenge them. To never forget.”

    “Revenge became my life, my reason for living.”

    “Now, the revenge is over. My parents no longer visit me in my dreams.”

    “And I suddenly don’t know what to live for anymore.” She lowered her long eyelashes, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

    Chen Yin shrugged. “Aren’t Master and I enough of a reason for you to live?”

    Yu Xiang was silent for a long time, then turned to him with a sweet smile.

    “Of course you are.”

    “Even if from now on… I live only for Senior Brother.”

    “I’m willing.” She said, a gentle smile on her lips.

    Chen Yin stared at her profile, then suddenly flicked her forehead playfully.

    “Ouch!”

    Xiang’er pouted, her eyes watering. “What was that for? It hurts…”

    “I didn’t take you to get revenge so you could live for me.”

    “I did it to give you freedom.”

    Chen Yin said softly, “Freedom means that one day, our Xiang’er will be free from all burdens, free to do what she wants, to become who she wants to be.”

    “Whether it’s your past grievances or Master and me, nothing will hold you back anymore.”

    “Every action you take, every person you meet, will be for one reason only. Because you choose to.”

    “…Live for yourself. Live happily. Live freely. Understand?” He whispered.

    Yu Xiang’s eyes widened slightly.

    Her vision suddenly blurred, and she couldn’t see Chen Yin’s face clearly. She rubbed her eyes instinctively.

    But her vision only grew blurrier, tears welling up.

    A warm hand gently stroked her hair. Yu Xiang looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, and saw Chen Yin smiling at her.

    “Alright, stop crying.”

    “You’re no longer Yin Mengwan, trapped by hatred.”

    “…You’re free.”

    Yu Xiang wiped her tears with the back of her hand and suddenly burst into laughter.

    “What’s so funny?”

    “Stinky Senior Brother… always trying to sound cool and saying things you think are profound.”

    Chen Yin couldn’t help but rub his nose. “Uh, wasn’t it cool?”

    It was cool.

    Super cool.

    But Xiang’er just pouted, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

    “What about Senior Brother? Are you a free person?”

    “Of course. Your Senior Brother lives a carefree and happy life, wandering freely.”

    “Then do you have someone you like, Senior Brother?”

    Chen Yin teased her as usual, “Of course I like Xiang’er.”

    “Mmm.”

    This time, Xiang’er simply smiled, her face lit up with joy. “I like Senior Brother too.”

    Seeing that she wasn’t flustered or embarrassed by his teasing, Chen Yin couldn’t help but ask further:

    “Then what kind of like is Xiang’er’s like for Senior Brother?”

    Yu Xiang thought for a moment, then said seriously:

    “The kind of like that makes me want to stay by Senior Brother’s side forever.”

    “The kind of like that makes me want to tell Senior Brother all my joys and share all my happiness with him.”

    “The kind of like that makes me want to go see mountains, oceans, stars, the moon, and the clouds with Senior Brother.”

    “The kind of like that makes me want to marry Senior Brother, have children with him, and grow old together.”

    “…The most—like kind of like.” She smiled sweetly, her dimples showing.

    Chen Yin listened quietly, his face growing warm with embarrassment.

    He hadn’t expected their usual playful banter to turn into a serious confession.

    Xiang’er, with her blushing cheeks and bright eyes, seemed to have taken on the role of the one doing the teasing.

    She stared at him intently, her gaze clear and unwavering.

    Unable to withstand her captivating gaze, Chen Yin blushed and turned his head away.

    “Ahem… D-don’t be so cheesy. You’re making me embarrassed.”

    “So Senior Brother can be embarrassed too?” Xiang’er chuckled playfully. “I thought your skin was as thick as a city wall. Hehe.”

    “I’m getting old, I can’t handle such straightforward confessions anymore.”

    “Then what about Xiang’er in Senior Brother’s heart?” Yu Xiang blinked her bright eyes, her gaze filled with anticipation.

    “What kind of like… is Senior Brother’s like for Xiang’er?”

    Chen Yin thought seriously for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Are you still wearing it?”

    “Wearing what?”

    “The sachet.”

    Xiang’er blushed and nodded, slowly taking off the emerald green embroidered pouch from her waist.

    “The one Senior Brother gave me… Of course I wouldn’t take it off.” She looked at the sachet, her eyes filled with tenderness.

    “That’s what I wanted to say.”

    Chen Yin said softly, “There’s a saying that every flower in the world has its own symbolic meaning, called ‘flower language’.”

    “Like the rose, which symbolizes passionate love, and the tulip, which represents pure love.”

    Xiang’er tilted her head slightly. “Then… what’s the language of the Mist Yu flower?”

    “Haha, the Mist Yu flower only grows on our Mount Yu.”

    Chen Yin’s eyes were bright and cheerful. “Why don’t we decide on its meaning?”

    Yu Xiang thought for a moment.

    “Hmm… Does Senior Brother have any ideas?”

    “Flower language should reflect the flower itself.” Chen Yin said slowly, “Like the rose, which is vibrant and intense, symbolizing passionate love. And the lilac, which is elegant and fragrant, with a hint of melancholy.”

    “But the fragrance of the Mist Yu flower is the most unique and unforgettable I’ve ever encountered.”

    …Faint and elusive, lingering in the air.

    You think you smell it, but when you inhale deeply, it’s barely there. When you think it’s gone, a gentle fragrance suddenly fills your senses.

    Like mist, it appears and disappears. But when you’re feeling down, its scent always lingers, comforting and reassuring.

    “My Xiang’er is just like the Mist Yu flower.”

    Not as flamboyant as a rose, not as melancholic as a lilac.

    “It should be the gentlest form of love.” Chen Yin murmured softly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

    Yu Xiang’s eyes widened slightly.

    Several Mist Yu flower buds swayed in the evening breeze.

    Under the clear moonlight, their delicate fragrance filling the air, the Mist Yu flowers suddenly bloomed.

    The scent intensified, sweet and refreshing, enveloping the entire moonlit night in a soft embrace.

    Yu Xiang stood up, watching the fireflies dance among the flowers in the moonlight, and twirled joyfully.

    Her light green dress, like the blooming Mist Yu flowers, unfurled gracefully.

    Chen Yin watched her dance under the moonlight, a smile on his lips.

    “Senior Brother! I can smell the Mist Yu flowers!”

    “Do they smell good?”

    “Yes!”

    “…That’s how much I like you.”

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 85

    Chapter 85: The Crow’s Lament

    One sword, cleaving through the mist.

    The world was bathed in a clear, bright light.

    The Primordial Mist Concealment Formation slowly dissipated, revealing Chen Yin and the others standing amidst the ruins.

    The Mist Spirit Sect disciples stared in horror.

    “Wh-what happened?”

    “How was the protective formation broken so easily?”

    “Who did it? Was it Immortal Yu Ling?”

    Several disciples rushed to support their injured Sect Master, Wu Xun. “Sect Master!”

    Wu Xun didn’t speak, just waved them away with a dark expression, signaling them to keep their distance.

    Chen Yin glanced at the obliterated remains of the secret division members, then turned to the elders.

    “There are three more people who appeared in the recording of the Changli Palace incident.”

    “Xiang’er, how do you want to deal with them?” He handed the Eternal Light sword to Yu Xiang.

    Yu Xiang looked at him with a dazed expression.

    Her pale face trembled slightly as she bit her lip, then took the sword and slowly walked towards the three elders.

    Most of the Mist Spirit Sect disciples were still in shock, but a few loyalists tried to step forward and protect the elders.

    However, before they could move, a figure in an azure blue dress blocked their path, her sword, as clear as moonlight, drawn before them.

    “Stop.” Shen Shuanglian said softly, her eyes downcast. “This is a personal matter between the elders.”

    “We disciples… should not interfere.”

    Yu Xiang walked towards the three elders, her steps firm and resolute.

    “W-wait!”

    One of them cried out in fear. “I had nothing to do with the Changli Palace incident! It was the Sect Master’s orders! I-I was just following orders!”

    “Please, spare me… I don’t want to die!”

    “Heh, you little bastard! You were the only one who escaped!” Another elder spat out, his mouth frothing with blood. “If I had killed you along with the others, none of this would have happened!”

    “Ah, you reap what you sow. This is karma, karma.” The last elder sighed with a wry smile.

    Yu Xiang stood before the three elders, her face reflecting a torrent of emotions.

    Hatred. Anger. Sorrow. Relief. Melancholy.

    But in the end, she remained silent.

    Chen Yin stood behind her, watching as she raised her sword and swiftly pierced their hearts.

    As the three bodies collapsed to the ground, Yu Xiang swayed slightly.

    Her legs felt weak, and she almost lost her balance. But someone caught her.

    “I thought you would repay them in kind.” Chen Yin said softly, supporting her.

    Yu Xiang bit her lip, her eyes filled with a fragile vulnerability.

    “…I don’t want to waste any more time on them.”

    “No matter how much I torture them, my parents and my senior brothers and sisters won’t come back.”

    “If their souls are still lingering, I’ll let them take revenge themselves.”

    Chen Yin didn’t say anything more. Instead, he asked, “Now that you’ve had your revenge, how do you feel?”

    Yu Xiang looked up and whispered, “I just feel lighter.”

    “And… I want to cry.”

    “Then cry.”

    She bit her lip hard, then threw herself into Chen Yin’s arms, burying her face in his chest.

    A heart-wrenching sob, suppressed for years, finally erupted.

    Her cries sounded like a crow flapping its wings in the night sky.

    The entire world seemed to fall silent, only her mournful sobs echoing through the air.

    …As if her soul was being torn apart.


    Chen Yin remained silent, his hand resting on her head, waiting for her to calm down.

    Master, Mu Susu, and Wan Yunhai walked towards Wu Xun.

    “Look what you’ve done to that poor girl.” Master said with a disgusted expression. “You old bastard, you’ve truly sinned.”

    Wu Xun’s beard trembled slightly, his cloudy eyes filled with a strange calmness.

    “…History is written by the victors.” He said hoarsely.

    “Without the Heavenly Dao Fragment, who can guarantee that the Mist Spirit Sect won’t suffer the same fate one day?”

    Mu Susu and Wan Yunhai remained silent. Master simply snorted disdainfully.

    “Tch. A coward who bullies the weak. After all these years of cultivation, no wonder you haven’t comprehended the Dao.”

    “End it yourself. Don’t make me dirty my hands.” She looked at him with disgust, like he was a cockroach.

    Wu Xun didn’t answer. His old eyes were fixed on Wan Yunhai and Mu Susu.

    “Everyone.”

    “This was my decision, my responsibility. I’m willing to end my own life, but for the sake of maintaining stability in the cultivation world, please spare the Mist Spirit Sect.”

    Wan Yunhai simply bowed silently, while Mu Susu said gracefully, “Don’t worry.”

    “The Heavenly Net Sect is wealthy and powerful. We have no interest in your meager possessions. Besides, it would bring bad luck.”

    “But from today onwards…”

    “The Mist Spirit Sect will be removed from the ranks of the major sects.”

    Hearing those words, a flicker of regret crossed Wu Xun’s eyes.

    The next moment, his face became incredibly old and weary, the light fading from his eyes.

    “…What a pity.”

    “Yu Ling, I should never have attacked you.”

    “Please forgive my transgressions and continue with your own endeavors.”

    “Just pretend… we never existed.” He closed his eyes slowly.

    At that moment, the sky darkened slightly. Dark clouds gathered, and a light drizzle began to fall.

    The mournful cries of the Mist Spirit Sect disciples filled the air.

    Mu Susu and Wan Yunhai remained silent. Master, however, stared at Wu Xun’s lifeless body, a rare flicker of emotion in her eyes.

    “If you hadn’t been so obsessed with power and the sect’s legacy…”

    “…Perhaps you wouldn’t have met such an end today. You might have even achieved immortality.”

    She turned and waved her sleeve, and Wu Xun’s body dissipated like a firefly.

    Chen Yin watched everything silently.

    As the raindrops fell on his and Xiang’er’s faces, her mournful sobs finally subsided.

    “…It’s over,” he whispered to her.

    Xiang’er nodded, her eyes red and swollen.

    “Let’s go home.”

    “Okay.”

    He was about to turn around when he heard a hesitant voice call out, “Chen—”

    Chen Yin turned his head. Shen Shuanglian’s clear eyes were filled with uncertainty. She reached out a hand, then slowly withdrew it.

    “Aren’t you coming with me, Senior Sister?”

    “…Give me some time.” She bit her lip gently.

    “The Mist Spirit Sect is in chaos now, without a leader. Someone needs to take charge and clean up this mess.”

    She lowered her eyes, her voice filled with reluctance. “I… I’m still the chief disciple of the Mist Spirit Sect.”

    Chen Yin nodded. “I understand.”

    “Take your time. I’ll come back for you after you’ve dealt with the sect’s affairs.”

    Shen Shuanglian’s long eyelashes fluttered.

    She understood what he meant.

    He already considered her part of their family on Mount Yu.

    Shen Shuanglian smiled sweetly and nodded obediently.

    “Okay. I’ll wait for you.”

    “Hey, hey, hey, what about me, what about me?”

    Luo Qiaoqiao rushed over, pouting. “Can’t I come back to the mountain with you?”

    “What are you talking about?”

    Chen Yin flicked her forehead playfully. “Your mother is right here. Go home with her.”

    “Hmph!” Luo Qiaoqiao was clearly unhappy, her eyes watery, her pout almost reaching the sky.

    “I don’t want to! I want to go play with you!”

    Chen Yin’s head throbbed.

    …This girl was impossible to reason with when she was being stubborn.

    Fortunately, before she could say anything else, a delicate hand grabbed her collar and pulled her away.

    “Enough, have some sense. They have important matters to attend to. Why are you following them?”

    “Come home with Mother. Stop making a fuss.”

    “No! I don’t want to go home!”

    Luo Qiaoqiao’s whines and protests faded into the distance. Chen Yin breathed a sigh of relief, silently thanking Vice Sect Master Mu.

    He turned his head and asked with a puzzled expression, “Where’s Master? Wasn’t she just here?”

    Wan Yunhai chuckled awkwardly.

    Chen Yin: “…”

    …He understood.

    It seemed the Mist Spirit Sect’s treasure vault was about to be raided.

    His Master was not one to take a loss lightly. After causing such a commotion, she wouldn’t leave without taking something valuable as compensation.

    “Thank you for your help, Pavilion Master Wan.”

    Wan Yunhai waved his hand dismissively. “It was nothing, just a small effort.”

    “Besides… this was ultimately Immortal Yu Ling’s intention. Otherwise, with our Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion’s policy of non-interference in the cultivation world’s affairs, I wouldn’t have dared to come here.”

    Chen Yin blinked and asked a question that had been on his mind for a long time, “Is Master really that influential? Even you, the Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion, have to give her face?”

    “Well…”

    Wan Yunhai chuckled awkwardly. “It’s not a matter of giving face.”

    “It’s a rule passed down from our ancestors.”

    “If Immortal Yu Ling has a request, we will use all our resources to fulfill it, regardless of the cost. And we expect nothing in return.”

    Chen Yin was stunned.

    Wow.

    This wasn’t just about giving face. This was practically having the entire Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion at her disposal.

    And a rule passed down from their ancestors… just how long had this old woman lived?

    “But Immortal Yu Ling has mostly just used the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion for information gathering. She rarely interferes in the affairs of the cultivation world or the Pavilion.”

    “This time… she must be truly angry.” A flicker of fear crossed Wan Yunhai’s eyes.

    Chen Yin was intrigued. He wanted to ask about the video camera, but it wasn’t the right time to ask in public. So he simply said:

    “I’ll visit you another time, Pavilion Master Wan.”

    “I’ll be waiting.” Wan Yunhai bowed in return.

    With everything settled, Chen Yin finally felt a sense of relief.

    He looked down at Xiang’er, who was clinging to him timidly, her head lowered in silence.

    “Forget about Master.”

    “Let’s go home,” he whispered.

    Xiang’er nodded slowly.

    In the soft, silky rain, their figures, nestled against each other…

    …walked away, disappearing into the distance.

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 84

    Chapter 84: The Sky Clears

    With a flick of his fan, Wan Yunhai gracefully landed beside Chen Yin and said with a smile:

    “If you’re looking for concrete evidence about the Changli Palace incident…”

    “It just so happens that I have a copy right here.”

    Upon seeing him, Changwen let out a long sigh, and the expressions of the other elders turned grim.

    Wu Xun stared at them, his face dark and silent.

    Chen Yin looked at Wan Yunhai curiously and turned to his Master.

    “…You called him for backup too?”

    “Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” Master said nonchalantly.

    “How did you even manage to call the Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion?”

    “Do you know how long I’ve lived? It’s not strange for me to have some connections, is it?”

    Chen Yin didn’t bother listening to her bragging and turned to Wan Yunhai. “But why would the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion know about the Changli Palace incident?”

    “It’s an open secret among high-level cultivators.”

    Wan Yunhai chuckled, fanning himself. “The Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion isn’t just a business.”

    “We also have another service—information gathering.”

    Chen Yin instantly understood.

    …The Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion had branches all over the continent, their reach seemingly limitless. If they were a cultivation sect, they would be the largest in the world.

    However, their ancestral motto was to stay out of the affairs of the cultivation world and focus solely on wealth.

    So, they had always been known as the largest merchant organization, their true power hidden from most people.

    But it was clear now that the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion was not as simple as it seemed.

    “If they used their resources to build an intelligence network…”

    Chen Yin thought for a moment, then smiled silently. “…It would probably cover the entire continent.”

    “Of course. This service is only available to our valued guests. Not everyone can access our information.”

    Wan Yunhai laughed. “But it just so happens that our guest elders caught wind of the Changli Palace incident early on and secretly kept a record of it.”

    “If Sect Master Wu Xun has nothing to hide, I’m going to play this recording in front of your disciples.”

    His words sowed doubt among the Mist Spirit Sect disciples.

    “This… why is even the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion accusing us?”

    “First the Heavenly Net Sect, now the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion, and there’s also Immortal Yu Ling behind them…”

    “Could it be…”

    “The truth will be revealed soon enough.”

    Wan Yunhai waved his hand, and a metal box flew into the air. An image slowly materialized on a blank scroll.

    Wu Xun stared at the metal box, his voice a low growl:

    “…A Sound Condensing Jade Box.”

    Chen Yin, however, looked at the box with a strange expression.

    …Isn’t that a video camera?

    How did that end up in this world?

    Did the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion also have someone with a System?

    Seeing Chen Yin’s puzzled expression, Wan Yunhai explained, “This is a treasure passed down from our ancestors. It can record and preserve images, allowing us to replay them at any time. It was one of our ancestors’ favorite treasures.”

    “Pretty cool, huh?” He grinned proudly.

    Chen Yin could only force a smile. “Cool, very cool…”

    The image on the scroll showed Changli Palace, peaceful and serene, before a group of masked cultivators suddenly stormed in.

    The leaders were elders from the Mist Spirit Sect.

    The scenes that followed were horrifying, even for the Mist Spirit Sect disciples.

    Massacre, torture, interrogation, rivers of blood…

    Chen Yin gently covered Yu Xiang’s eyes and whispered in her ear:

    “Don’t look.”

    Yu Xiang’s shoulders trembled, and she nodded, biting her lip.

    The Mist Spirit Sect disciples, watching the scene unfold before them, turned pale, their gazes towards their elders filled with fear and distrust.

    “Do you have anything else to say?” Wan Yunhai closed his fan with a snap, a mocking smile on his lips.

    Wu Xun closed his eyes for a long time. Beside him, Changwen sighed softly and said, “We’ve lost.”

    “…There’s no other way out.”

    His words were like a signal.

    All the elders present stiffened upon hearing them.

    Wu Xun nodded, then stepped forward and said in a clear voice:

    “Everyone, I don’t understand why you’re all determined to destroy the Mist Spirit Sect today.”

    “But if you think we’re that easy to bully, then you’re underestimating our legacy, built over countless years in the cultivation world.”

    Hearing his words, the expressions of Wan Yunhai and Mu Susu changed drastically, as if they had realized something.

    Master narrowed her eyes.

    “Since you’re all determined to fight us to the death—”

    “—then we’ll show no mercy.” Wu Xun’s eyes turned cold and venomous.

    As soon as he finished speaking, several masked figures appeared around them, surrounding them completely.

    The next moment, a blinding golden light erupted from beneath their feet.

    Chen Yin looked down and saw countless complex patterns swirling and interweaving on the ground, a powerful and ancient aura enveloping the entire mountain peak.

    “This is!” Even Shen Shuanglian’s eyes widened in fear.

    “The Mist Spirit Sect’s protective formation, the Primordial Mist Concealment Formation!”

    Chen Yin asked curiously, “What is it? Is it powerful?”

    “It’s one of the Mist Spirit Sect’s trump cards. It’s only been activated once in the past few thousand years, during the demonic path’s peak.”

    Shen Shuanglian seemed to have heard of the formation’s power. She frowned. “I’ve read about it in the sect’s ancient texts. This formation requires a huge sacrifice, consuming enough spiritual energy to drain several Supreme Clarity Realm Immortals.”

    “And its power—”

    “No one below the True Immortal realm can survive it.” Master glanced at Chen Yin nonchalantly. “You tell me, is it powerful?”

    Chen Yin simply said, “Oh.”

    The golden light quickly enveloped them, and in an instant, the entire mountain peak seemed to be transported back to the primordial era.

    The air was thick with a suffocating density of spiritual energy, making it difficult to breathe. Chen Yin felt his own spiritual energy stagnating.

    The scenery before him blurred and distorted, as if he were falling into an endless abyss of fog.

    It was like the beginning of chaos.

    Mu Susu gripped Luo Qiaoqiao’s hand tightly and said, “Be careful. Stay behind Mother.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao glanced at Chen Yin with a worried expression.

    Chen Yin looked at the dense fog that had completely enveloped them and turned to his Master. “Can you handle this powerful formation?”

    “Of course not.”

    Master put her hands on her hips. “I’m still injured, remember? I can barely protect myself, how could I possibly deal with this ridiculous formation?”

    Chen Yin turned to Wan Yunhai, who just shrugged helplessly.

    “I’m just a businessman. I’m not good at fighting.”

    Mu Susu also said with a serious expression, “It’s almost impossible to break this formation alone. I thought we were just here to watch a show, but it seems we’ve pushed those old dogs into a corner.”

    “Looks like we’re doomed.”

    Chen Yin poked Master’s head playfully. “You came here before you were even fully healed, just to show off? Now look what happened. We’re trapped.”

    “What are you afraid of?” Master waved her hand dismissively.

    “It’s not our turn to fight anyway. What are you here for?”

    “Are you telling me that a bunch of senior cultivators like you are going to let a little Cloud Ascending Realm disciple like me take the bullet?”

    “Hah. You raise a disciple for a thousand days, and you use them for one. I raised you, you brat, to be my shield.”

    Chen Yin glared at her. “You old hag. You always leave the dirty work to me.”

    “You’re one to talk. You’re always using my name to run around and cause trouble.” Master retorted nonchalantly.

    “Old hag.”

    “Brat.”

    They looked at each other and laughed.

    Luo Qiaoqiao and her mother listened to their banter with confused expressions. Chen Yin turned to Xiang’er and said softly, “Step back and stay safe.” Then he took a step forward.

    The Eternal Light sword in his hand, like a slowly brightening lamp, began to gather light.

    “I was wondering why there was such a grand display, but I didn’t see anyone from your secret division.”

    Chen Yin chuckled softly. “So you’re using yourselves as the foundation for the formation.”

    “…That saves me the trouble of finding you one by one.” His voice turned cold.

    The light grew brighter and more intense, the Eternal Light sword trembling slightly, its clear ringing echoing through the air.

    His figure seemed to become ethereal in the mist.

    “Senior Brother…” Yu Xiang couldn’t help but call out.

    Chen Yin turned and gave her a gentle smile.

    “Xiang’er, watch closely.”

    “From now on, no darkness will ever overshadow your life again.”

    “Because I, your Senior Brother, will tear down the heavens for you.” He said calmly.

    His aura suddenly became cold and distant, not like an immortal, but like an ordinary mortal, standing before the vast and boundless sky, sword in hand.

    His figure was small and insignificant, but the sword in his hand grew brighter and hotter.

    Like a blazing sun.

    Under its light, the masked cultivators of the secret division, who had become part of the formation, began to tremble uncontrollably, blood seeping from their bodies.

    Countless tiny sword lights, like a thousand arrows piercing their hearts, tore them apart.

    They didn’t even have time to scream before they were obliterated by the overwhelming sword light.

    The dark fog that had enveloped the sky was also torn apart like a fragile cloth.

    At the same time, Wu Xun and the others, who had been channeling their spiritual energy into the formation, coughed up blood, their bodies thrown back, weakened and defeated.

    Elder Mo Jie, already injured, let out a scream as half of his body exploded into a bloody mist.

    Elder Changwen chuckled wryly, his eyes dimming with despair.

    One sword, two outcomes. The sky slowly revealed its original clarity and brilliance.

    Yu Xiang stared at the cloudless blue sky, the gentle sunlight, and her Senior Brother, standing tall with his sword, her eyes wide with wonder.

    Chen Yin turned to her and smiled.

    “Xiang’er, look.”

    “…The sky has cleared.”

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 83

    Chapter 83: You Think Only You Can Call for Backup?

    Chen Yin’s words seemed to have pressed a mute button on the noisy crowd.

    The countless disciples behind him were silent, still reeling from the shock of seeing their centuries-old mountain gate so easily cleaved in two.

    Wu Xun’s face was dark with fury. He gritted his teeth and said,

    “It seems… young friend Chen Yin is determined to remain deluded.”

    “The seductive magic of this demonic witch must be truly powerful to have ensnared you so completely.”

    Chen Yin, after listening to his words, turned to Xiang’er and said seriously,

    “Listen, even they think I’m only doing this because I’m bewitched by Xiang’er’s charm.”

    “You’ll have to compensate Senior Brother properly when we get back.”

    Yu Xiang couldn’t help but laugh, tears still lingering in her eyes. She rolled her eyes at him playfully.

    “Stinky Senior Brother.”

    “If you keep saying that, they’ll really think I’m some kind of seductive demonic witch.”

    Chen Yin laughed heartily. “Well, it’s not wrong to say you’re captivating.”

    Seeing the two of them laughing and joking so casually, Wu Xun’s expression darkened even further.

    After their usual banter, Chen Yin asked gently, “Feeling better?”

    “Yes.”

    Xiang’er rubbed her red eyes and smiled brightly.

    “With Senior Brother here, I don’t care what others say or think.”

    “Good.”

    Chen Yin said slowly, “You know, among those disciples behind them, the more perceptive ones have already noticed the inconsistencies in their story.”

    “But they’re still following the crowd, condemning and insulting us.”

    “Why? Because the truth doesn’t matter to them.”

    “Even if the Mist Spirit Sect had truly committed a horrific massacre at Changli Palace, they wouldn’t care. After all, it wasn’t their families that were slaughtered.”

    “But if the Mist Spirit Sect is destroyed and its reputation ruined, they’ll lose everything they have.”

    He said calmly, “So they don’t care about the truth. They don’t even want to know the truth.”

    “They just want to turn us into rats that everyone wants to exterminate.”

    Yu Xiang listened attentively and nodded slowly.

    “I understand.”

    Chen Yin patted her shoulder reassuringly, then turned to Wu Xun.

    “I’ve waited long enough. Where’s your secret division?”

    “I assume dirty work like the Changli Palace incident was carried out by your elders and members of the secret division.”

    “I wonder how many of them are still alive. Summon them all.”

    “Otherwise,” he slowly drew his Eternal Light sword, his voice serious, “I’ll find them myself.”

    Wu Xun glared at him, his mind still calculating.

    Changwen sent a voice transmission, “Sect Master, what should we do?”

    “…It seems reconciliation is no longer an option.”

    “Since they’re clearly determined to fight to the death, we can’t just sit here and wait.”

    After the transmission, Wu Xun sneered and said,

    “It seems young friend Chen Yin has been completely bewitched and lost his mind. He’s making baseless accusations and threatening to kill without any evidence.”

    “In that case, we’ll have to overstep our boundaries and cleanse the sect on behalf of Immortal Yu Ling!”

    Chen Yin sighed, his expression bored.

    “…I thought you guys would come up with something more original.”

    “So you still refuse to listen unless I beat you up.”

    He raised his sword and said helplessly, “Then I’ll go find them myself—”

    But at that moment, an unexpected voice rang out playfully:

    “You can’t kill without evidence?”

    “Then if we have evidence, will you obediently confess?”

    Everyone turned to look, their attention drawn to the voice.

    A figure in a fiery red dress gracefully descended from the sky. Behind her was a beautiful and dignified woman in an elegant palace dress.

    Wu Xun’s brow furrowed deeply as he recognized the newcomers.

    Chen Yin couldn’t help but facepalm and sigh. “Why are you here…”

    “If I didn’t come, they would slander you without consequence.”

    Luo Qiaoqiao’s red dress billowed in the wind as she landed gracefully beside him, a mischievous smile on her face.

    “I won’t let anyone badmouth my man.” She said, her hands behind her back, her dimples showing.

    Chen Yin couldn’t help but chuckle. “…Sister Qiaoqiao, there’s no need to be so blunt. We haven’t done anything scandalous. How did I become your man?”

    “Why haven’t we done anything scandalous? Because a certain coward is too scared to act on his desires. I won’t say who.”

    She turned her head away haughtily.

    Chen Yin was helpless against her antics. He turned to Mu Susu and bowed respectfully. “Sect Master Mu.”

    “Hehe, you’re too formal, young friend Chen. Call me Aunt Mu.”

    Mu Susu smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement and a hint of admiration.

    Hearing her words, Chen Yin understood the implication and chuckled awkwardly.

    “Uh, Aunt… Mu, you’re here to watch the show as well?”

    “Of course. It’s been a while since the Mist Spirit Sect has been pushed into such a corner. It would be a shame to miss this.”

    Mu Susu said casually, “But that’s just one reason.”

    “The other reason, naturally, is that I couldn’t resist that girl Qiaoqiao’s pleas to help her lover boy.”

    Chen Yin turned to see Luo Qiaoqiao grinning at him, her expression screaming “praise me!”

    He glanced at Xiang’er nervously and saw her giving him a resentful look.

    Wu Xun, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke.

    “Vice Sect Master Mu.”

    “Since when has the Heavenly Net Sect had the authority to interfere in the internal affairs of the Mist Spirit Sect?” His voice was laced with an unspoken threat.

    But Mu Susu wasn’t intimidated. She said with a playful smile, “Who cares about your Mist Spirit Sect’s affairs?”

    “I’m here to remind you of one thing.”

    “…Don’t treat everyone like fools.”

    “Those excuses might work on naive youngsters, but do you think they’ll fool us old veterans?”

    Wu Xun’s face darkened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

    “You don’t?”

    Mu Susu raised an eyebrow. “Then why don’t you explain this.”

    “Where is the Heavenly Dao Fragment that Changli Palace obtained from the secret realm?”

    Her words brought a sudden silence to the hall.

    Wu Xun and the elders exchanged uneasy glances for a long time before he finally spoke, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

    “We never obtained the Heavenly Dao Fragment.”

    “Vice Sect Master Mu, please think carefully. If you insist on involving the Heavenly Net Sect in this matter, it will mean war between our two sects.”

    Mu Susu scoffed, and Luo Qiaoqiao stuck out her tongue, saying defiantly, “Blah, blah, blah. Who’s afraid of you, old man?”

    “When it comes to fighting, our Heavenly Net Sect disciples fear no one!”

    Chen Yin thought for a moment, then turned to Mu Susu and bowed. “Aunt Mu, I appreciate your kindness.”

    “But I can handle this myself. There’s no need to drag the Heavenly Net Sect into this.”

    Mu Susu nodded approvingly. “You’re thoughtful and responsible. But don’t worry.”

    “Someone informed me about this.”

    Chen Yin froze, then instinctively turned his head.

    As expected, an arrogant and annoyingly childish voice soon came from the sky:

    “Hah! You old dog Wu Xun! You think only you can call for backup?”

    “Surprise! I brought backup too!”

    Hearing that voice, Yu Xiang exclaimed excitedly, “Master!”

    A small figure, her petite frame enveloped in a large robe, descended from the sky, accompanied by a woman in an azure blue dress, her beauty as ethereal as a moon fairy. They landed gracefully beside Chen Yin.

    Chen Yin frowned and said reproachfully, “What are you doing here?”

    “Your injuries haven’t healed that quickly, have they?”

    “Hah.” Master waved her hand dismissively. “I used a few precious pills from my secret stash. I can at least protect myself now.”

    “I was dying of boredom watching you hog all the glory.”

    She clenched her tiny fists and said angrily, “I have to personally punch these old dogs a few times and spit on their corpses!”

    Chen Yin: “…”

    …That’s my Master, alright.

    He turned to Shen Shuanglian with a helpless expression. “Didn’t we agree that you wouldn’t come?”

    Shen Shuanglian blushed and mumbled sheepishly, “M-Master Yu Ling insisted on bringing me along…”

    “Why wouldn’t I bring her?” Master snorted. “Since we’re already tearing down their facade, might as well let everyone see their true colors.”

    “Shuangshuang, why don’t you leave that pathetic sect and join me? The bed on Mount Yu is quite big~”

    Shen Shuanglian just lowered her head silently, stealing a glance at Chen Yin.

    What could Chen Yin say?

    “Since you’re already here, let’s hear what they have to say.” He gently brushed her hair aside.

    Shen Shuanglian hummed softly, a sweet smile appearing on her lips.

    Upon seeing Immortal Yu Ling, the expressions of Wu Xun and the other elders changed drastically. After a moment of hesitation, Wu Xun finally spoke, his voice strained:

    “…Immortal Yu Ling, you’re a respected guest elder of our sect. Surely you wouldn’t be so unreasonable and biased?”

    Master stared at his old face for a long time, then said slowly, each word dripping with disdain:

    “Who the hell are you?”

    “We just fought yesterday, and now you’re acting like nothing happened? Have you no shame?”

    Wu Xun suppressed his anger and said through gritted teeth, “I believe there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m willing to personally apologize and explain everything.”

    “But your disciple is clearly a demonic remnant of Changli Palace. Are you really willing to defy the entire cultivation world and protect her?”

    “Tch.”

    Master scoffed, her face filled with disdain. “You’re better at distorting the truth than cultivating.”

    “But unfortunately, you think that burning down Changli Palace and destroying all the evidence would erase your crimes?”

    “You underestimate me.” Master’s eyes turned cold.

    The next moment, another clear voice rang out, “You need evidence about Changli Palace? I have it.”

    This time, Wu Xun and the others were completely dumbfounded. Even Chen Yin was momentarily stunned.

    A handsome young man in luxurious clothes, holding a folding fan, descended from the sky.

    …The Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion, Wan Yunhai.

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 82

    Chapter 82: Kneel If You Don’t Want to Stand

    This time, Changwen didn’t make Chen Yin wait long.

    Within moments, a large group of people descended from the mountain gate.

    Countless Mist Spirit Sect disciples followed behind a row of elders, their aura powerful and imposing.

    Among the elders, Chen Yin recognized several faces.

    There was Changwen. There was Elder Mo Jie from the Fairy Conference. And there was the Law Enforcement Hall elder who had ridiculed and tormented him in his previous life.

    Leading the group was a figure Chen Yin also knew.

    He had white hair and a beard, his eyes cloudy yet steady. He wore a simple blue and white robe, emanating an air of an immortal.

    …The Sect Master of the Mist Spirit Sect, Wu Xun.

    They stopped before Chen Yin and Yu Xiang, the disciples and elders alike staring at them with hostility.

    “You’ve finally arrived.”

    Chen Yin smiled and glanced at Xu Li, who was still kneeling on the ground, unable to speak. He said softly, “Looks like you get to live a little longer.”

    Xu Li glared at him with bloodshot eyes, his face contorted with hatred.

    “I am Wu Xun, Sect Master of the Mist Spirit Sect.”

    Wu Xun glanced at the kneeling Xu Li, then said in a deep voice, “May I ask why the two disciples from Mount Yu have barged into our main sect so aggressively?”

    “I’m here for two reasons.”

    Chen Yin said calmly, “First, to hear the truth about the Changli Palace incident and get justice for my Junior Sister.”

    “Second, someone attacked my Master on Mount Yu yesterday, and I’m here to demand an explanation.”

    Xiang’er gripped Chen Yin’s hand tightly, her eyes wide with anxiety as she looked at the imposing crowd before them.

    Wu Xun exchanged a glance with Changwen, then shook his head regretfully.

    “Heh, as expected of Immortal Yu Ling’s disciples. A great master produces great students.”

    “It’s just a pity that you’re so quick to judge without knowing the full story.”

    He said in a clear voice, “We chose to suppress the truth about Changli Palace to avoid disrupting the unity of the righteous path and giving the demonic path an advantage. We didn’t want to publicize such a scandal.”

    “Since you demand an explanation, then fine. I will reveal the truth about the Changli Palace incident before the entire sect, in front of thousands of disciples.”

    He waved his hand, and a scroll unfurled in the air, floating and rotating slowly.

    “Fifteen years ago, while on a mission, disciples of our Mist Spirit Sect happened to pass through Ziqing Province. They discovered that in Ziqing Province, known as a ‘paradise where immortals and mortals coexist peacefully,’ a large number of mortals had vanished without a trace.”

    “After investigating, our disciples uncovered a shocking secret!”

    “Changli Palace, a seemingly virtuous cultivation sect with a good reputation, had been secretly colluding with the demonic path. Their Sect Master, Yin Changli, was secretly practicing demonic cultivation, sacrificing the lives of countless mortals in Ziqing Province to fuel his own power.”

    “They had already seized control of Ziqing Province, spreading rumors to create an illusion of harmony between immortals and mortals. But in secret, they treated the people of Ziqing Province like livestock!”

    “If he had succeeded, another merciless demon would have been unleashed upon the world, bringing endless suffering and destruction.”

    Yu Xiang’s body trembled.

    She bit her lip so hard that it almost bled. A soft whimper escaped her lips:

    “No…”

    Chen Yin frowned slightly.

    “At first, we couldn’t believe that Changli Palace, a fellow righteous sect, would commit such a heinous crime. But after finding irrefutable evidence, our sect had no choice but to act decisively and eliminate this threat before it could spread.”

    His voice was powerful and persuasive, stirring the emotions of those who listened.

    “So, our sect devoted all its resources to resolving this matter secretly, preventing this shocking scandal from becoming public.”

    “It was a bloody and arduous battle.” Wu Xun’s voice was filled with a righteous fervor. “The disciples of Changli Palace had all been secretly practicing demonic cultivation, using human blood and essence to fuel their power.”

    “Our sect suffered heavy losses, sacrificing countless resources, before we finally managed to eradicate this evil!”

    After his speech, a wave of cheers and applause erupted from the Mist Spirit Sect disciples behind him:

    “Bravo!”

    “The sect elders worked tirelessly for the sake of the righteous path, seeking no fame or recognition. This is true leadership!”

    “I’m proud to be a disciple of the Mist Spirit Sect!”

    Yu Xiang’s body trembled even more violently. Chen Yin gently patted her hand and whispered reassuringly:

    “Don’t worry.”

    Yu Xiang bit her lip, preventing herself from crying out.

    “And to prevent the scandal from spreading, our sect never publicized this victory. We only informed our fellow righteous sects and quietly bore the burden of this sacrifice.”

    “But we never imagined that a demonic remnant from Changli Palace would survive.”

    Wu Xun’s gaze turned sharp and piercing as he looked at Yu Xiang.

    “This girl managed to escape that day and was fortunate enough to be taken in by Immortal Yu Ling.”

    “If she had repented and chosen the path of righteousness, we, as righteous cultivators, wouldn’t have made things difficult for a young girl.”

    “But,” Wu Xun’s voice turned cold, “not only did she refuse to repent, but she also secretly maintained ties with the demonic path and even became their Holy Maiden!”

    “At the Fairy Conference, she disguised herself as Yin Mengwan, using her wicked techniques to reach the final and even attempted to kill our talented chief disciple, Shen Shuanglian!”

    Murmurs began to spread among the disciples behind them.

    “We, the elders, believe that since she’s a disciple of Immortal Yu Ling, it’s her responsibility to handle this matter.”

    Wu Xun sighed. “Unfortunately, Immortal Yu Ling has important matters to attend to and doesn’t pay much attention to her disciples. She failed to notice this girl’s evil deeds!”

    “And now, she’s even trying to shift the blame!”

    “Although we are merciful and don’t wish to embarrass Immortal Yu Ling, we can’t let her point fingers at us. We have to reveal the truth to the world.”

    His voice was loud and clear, reaching everyone present. “This is the explanation I offer to my disciples, to the entire world!”

    His words ignited the emotions of the disciples behind him. The Mist Spirit Sect disciples erupted in anger, condemning Yu Xiang’s actions.

    “Death to the demonic witch!”

    “How dare she come here! Today, we will uphold justice and avenge the innocent people of Ziqing Province!”

    The overwhelming wave of insults and accusations almost drowned out Yu Xiang. She covered her ears, her body trembling uncontrollably.

    “No…”

    “It’s not like that…” She mumbled to herself, her nose stinging with tears.

    Chen Yin, however, remained calm and composed in the face of the overwhelming hostility, his expression unchanged.

    Wu Xun and the elders stared at him intently.

    “Young friend Chen Yin,” Changwen said, “You’re the esteemed disciple of Immortal Yu Ling. I know it must be difficult for you to accept being deceived by your Junior Sister, whom you’ve known for over a decade.”

    “Why don’t you leave this demonic witch to us? We’ll make sure she confesses everything.”

    All eyes were on the two of them.

    The elders’ gazes were heavy with suspicion and hostility, while the disciples’ voices were filled with insults and condemnation.

    But at that moment, a single chuckle cut through the noise, clear and distinct.

    “Pfft.”

    The disciples’ voices gradually quieted down, and everyone stared at Chen Yin, who was struggling to contain his laughter.

    “Pfft. Hahaha.”

    Chen Yin’s laughter was light and carefree, completely out of place in such a serious atmosphere.

    Hearing his laughter, Wu Xun narrowed his eyes and said slowly, “What’s so amusing, young friend Chen Yin?”

    “Nothing.”

    Chen Yin grinned. “I’m just laughing at idiots.”

    A brief silence fell over the hall.

    Wu Xun and the elders’ faces darkened. Changwen was about to speak, “There’s no need to be so rude, young friend—”

    But Chen Yin ignored him.

    He turned to Xiang’er, gently ruffled her hair, and said softly, “Don’t be angry.”

    “Black can’t become white. White can’t become black.”

    “Rules are rules. They’ll learn.”

    Yu Xiang stared at him, her eyes filled with tears, and nodded silently.

    Then, Chen Yin turned to Wu Xun and said, “I think you’ve misunderstood something.”

    “I didn’t call you here to give an explanation to the world.”

    His voice turned cold.

    “…I’m here for you to give me an explanation.”

    Wu Xun’s eyes widened in shock.

    But the next moment, a blinding sword light, like a rainbow piercing the sun, cleaved through the sky.

    Everyone present could only see a single white streak, so bright that even the sunlight seemed to dim in comparison.

    The white streak tore through the sky, leaving a faint crack in its wake.

    The next moment…

    A deafening crash echoed behind them.

    Countless Mist Spirit Sect disciples gasped in horror. Behind them, the massive gate of the Mist Spirit Sect had been split in two, collapsing into a cloud of dust.

    The thunderous sound startled the birds in the surrounding forest. The collapsing gate could be seen from miles away.

    “This! What is this?!”

    “The gate… has collapsed?”

    Amidst the shocked cries of the disciples, Wu Xun slowly turned around, his face dark as he looked at Chen Yin.

    Chen Yin casually flicked the dust off his Eternal Light sword and said nonchalantly:

    “I don’t care if the world accepts your explanation. It’s irrelevant to me.”

    “But I’m sorry. I don’t accept your explanation.”

    “I gave you a chance.” He slowly raised his gaze, his eyes cold and indifferent.

    “…Too bad.”

    “Sto—” Changwen, standing behind Wu Xun, was about to shout,

    When Xu Li, kneeling on the ground, suddenly let out a pained cry and began to struggle violently. His eyes bulged grotesquely, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

    The next moment…

    A burst of sword energy exploded within him.

    A shower of blood splattered onto Chen Yin’s calm face.

    And onto Wu Xun’s pale cheek.

    “…I’m very disappointed.” His voice was filled with a deep disappointment.

    “This is your last chance.”

    “Summon your secret division.”

    “No one who was involved in the Changli Palace incident will escape.”

    “…I keep my promises.” He murmured seriously.

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 81

    Chapter 81: Kneel If You Don’t Want to Stand

    The Mist Spirit Sect was located atop a grand mountain peak.

    The peak was shrouded in an ethereal mist, covered in lush green pines and cypresses. At the end of a long, white marble staircase, a massive gate stood tall, the characters “Mist Spirit Sect” inscribed on it in a bold and elegant calligraphy.

    In the past, even on rest days, the Mist Spirit Sect would be bustling with activity, cultivators coming and going, some flying on their swords.

    But today, only two figures stood before the gate.

    “This place hasn’t changed at all.” Chen Yin looked around, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

    “Have you been to the main sect before, Senior Brother?”

    “…You could say that.”

    Chen Yin casually brushed it off, his gaze fixed on the scenery before him.

    Once upon a time, he was just a lowly disciple of the Mist Spirit Sect’s main branch.

    The endless stream of meaningless tasks had drained his passion for cultivation, and he had eventually become just another face in the crowd.

    To even return home, he had to desperately take on missions, spending five years of his life with no time for himself.

    Now, standing before this gate once again, Chen Yin felt a strange mix of emotions.

    Xiang’er tilted her head and looked at him. “What are you thinking about, Senior Brother?”

    “Nothing.”

    Chen Yin smiled and shook his head. “I wonder if that disciple has gone to inform them of our arrival.”

    “Hopefully, they won’t make us wait too long.”

    “Let’s go.” With that, Chen Yin led Yu Xiang up the stairs towards the sect’s main hall.

    Behind them…

    …Lay a trail of unconscious Mist Spirit Sect disciples.

    ***

    A long staircase led to the Mist Spirit Sect’s main hall.

    Chen Yin and Yu Xiang ascended the stairs, step by step.

    Xiang’er seemed nervous, her palms sweating slightly.

    Chen Yin turned and gave her a reassuring smile.

    “Don’t worry.” He whispered.

    “We’re here to seek justice. Our conscience is clear.”

    Xiang’er nodded obediently.

    As they neared the halfway point, two figures appeared before them, blocking their path.

    One was a middle-aged man with a kind face. The other was an old man with a scarred and disfigured face.

    “Greetings,”

    The middle-aged man said with a gentle smile, cupping his hands. “I am Elder Changwen of the main sect, and this is Elder Xu Li from the Law Enforcement Hall.”

    “Are you two the disciples of Immortal Yu Ling from Mount Yu, Chen Yin and Yu Xiang?”

    Chen Yin didn’t answer immediately. He stared at Elder Xu Li for a while, then said slowly:

    “If I remember correctly, the disciple I sent to report our arrival was supposed to summon Sect Master Wu Xun.”

    “Why are only the two of you here?”

    Changwen’s face stiffened, and Elder Xu Li said with a menacing glare, “Insolent!”

    “You, a mere Cloud Ascending Realm disciple from a branch sect, dare speak to an elder of the main sect like that?”

    Chen Yin’s expression remained unchanged. He said softly, “Do you have a problem with that?”

    “You!”

    Xu Li was about to lash out when Changwen stopped him with a hand on his arm. He said with a forced smile, “We’re all family here, let’s not be so hostile.”

    “You two are the esteemed disciples of Immortal Yu Ling. We’re all part of the same sect. Seeing your aggressive approach, I assume there’s been a misunderstanding?”

    “Whether it’s a misunderstanding or not, we’ll know once the Sect Master arrives.”

    Chen Yin ignored their attempts to play good cop, bad cop and turned to Xiang’er. “Are either of these two among your enemies from that day?”

    Yu Xiang stared at their faces intently for a long time.

    A hint of bloodlust flickered in her eyes.

    “…I couldn’t recognize the masked cultivators from that day. But the elder leading them… wasn’t the one on the left.”

    “However…” She slowly raised her head, her gaze fixed on Xu Li, her voice laced with hatred. “I remember this man’s face.”

    Changwen frowned, and Xu Li narrowed his eyes menacingly.

    “Is that so?”

    Chen Yin said calmly, “What a coincidence. I remember him too.”

    …Although he hadn’t seen his face before.

    But that aura, that voice…

    It was definitely the same person he had encountered after emerging from the Heavenly Path Perilous Domain, the one who had massacred the disciples from various sects.

    “It seems you have quite a few debts to settle.”

    “Perfect.” A hint of amusement appeared in Chen Yin’s eyes. “That’s why I’m here.”

    Changwen was about to try and mediate when Xu Li spat on the ground angrily. “Damn it, even a little brat like you dares to disrespect me?”

    “If it weren’t for your powerful Master, you’d be nothing!”

    “Well, you’re right.”

    Chen Yin said with a smile, “Aren’t you angry that I have such a powerful Master?”

    A murderous glint flashed in Xu Li’s eyes. Changwen was about to intervene, “Xu Li! Don’t kill him! We still need to reconcile with Immortal Yu Ling—”

    But it was too late.

    Xu Li couldn’t tolerate being humiliated by a mere Cloud Ascending Realm cultivator again and again.

    Last time, your Master protected you. This time, let’s see who can save your life!

    A vicious grin appeared on his scarred face as he drew a small ring-shaped blade from his sleeve. The blade expanded rapidly, transforming into a large, menacing weapon, its movements accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

    “You little bastard! Die!”

    His cruel smile still lingered on his face.

    Changwen had just started to intervene…

    When Chen Yin, with a swift and effortless motion, sheathed his sword, his hand resting on the scabbard, his gaze cold and sharp.

    He even had the leisure to ruffle Xiang’er’s hair and say softly:

    “One down. I’ll leave his life to you. Make him pay however you want.”

    Xu Li looked down at his blade, shattered in two, then at his right arm, now missing.

    His expression shifted from shock to disbelief…

    …to sheer terror.

    “N-no… impossible!”

    His voice was distorted with fear. “H-how could you, a mere Cloud Ascending Realm cultivator, cut off my arm?!”

    “That’s right, it must be like last time with Mo Jie. Yu Ling must have given you some kind of protective treasure!”

    Chen Yin didn’t even bother looking at him.

    In his eyes, Xu Li was nothing but a whimpering dog.

    He turned to Changwen and said, “I’m just here to collect a debt.”

    “I don’t know if you were involved in the Changli Palace incident or in injuring my Master.”

    “If you were, cut off your own arm, and I’ll give you a chance to explain before I kill you. If not, go and summon your Sect Master.”

    “My patience is wearing thin.” He said slowly.

    Changwen fell silent.

    He looked at the man before him with renewed scrutiny.

    He had never paid much attention to this Chen Yin before. He only knew him as Immortal Yu Ling’s cherished disciple, a notorious playboy entangled with both Shen Shuanglian, the chief disciple of their sect, and Luo Qiaoqiao, the daughter of the Heavenly Net Sect’s leaders.

    Just another pretty boy who relied on women.

    But he had witnessed that sword strike from beginning to end. Xu Li might have missed it, but Changwen hadn’t.

    It was a swift, effortless, and elegant strike.

    Draw the sword. Sheathe the sword.

    Even if he had seen it coming, he wouldn’t have been able to react in time.

    Only now did he realize that he had overlooked this massive threat in all his plans.

    …This man was as dangerous as Immortal Yu Ling.

    As his expression flickered with uncertainty, Chen Yin’s voice rang out again:

    “You can take your time to think.”

    “I might have lost my patience, but this elder beside you still has some time.”

    Changwen’s eyes widened in horror. Before he could even utter a word of protest,

    Chen Yin’s Eternal Light sword flashed again. And Xu Li’s other arm was gone, leaving only an empty sleeve.

    “Ugh!”

    Xu Li’s eyes bulged, but before he could scream in pain, a surge of sword energy sealed his throat.

    He choked on his own scream, his face turning red, as if his head was about to explode.

    “Fine!”

    Changwen’s eyes hardened, and he said through gritted teeth, “I’ll go summon the Sect Master.”

    Chen Yin turned to Xu Li and said seriously:

    “You should thank him. This will buy you a little more time.”

    Xu Li glared at him with bloodshot eyes, his mouth moving wordlessly.

    Changwen glanced at them with a dark expression, then disappeared in a flash of light.

    Only Chen Yin, Xiang’er, and the now armless and contorted Xu Li remained on the vast staircase.

    Yu Xiang stared at Xu Li, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and disbelief.

    “What are you thinking?” Chen Yin asked softly.

    “…It feels like a dream.”

    Yu Xiang closed her eyes and sighed after a long silence. “I’ve imagined countless times, charging into the Mist Spirit Sect alone to seek revenge.”

    “I always thought that even if I sliced those bastards into a thousand pieces, it wouldn’t be enough to quench my hatred.”

    “But now, watching Senior Brother effortlessly sever this man’s arms, I feel much calmer than I expected.”

    “It seems that instead of taking revenge myself, I would rather have Senior Brother kill all these beasts for me.”

    “Senior Brother… are these thoughts… truly those of a demonic cultivator?” She looked at Chen Yin timidly.

    Chen Yin was silent for a moment, then gently covered her head with his sleeve.

    “Revenge isn’t always a happy thing.”

    “But if you don’t seek revenge, you’ll never be happy.”

    “That’s why we’re here today.”

    Yu Xiang stared at Chen Yin’s profile, her heart filled with a newfound sense of security.

    She couldn’t help but squeeze his hand tightly.

    “Thank you, Senior Brother.”

    “What are you saying?” Chen Yin chuckled. “A Senior Brother exists to be relied upon by his Junior Sister.”

    “Don’t be so polite. Lean on me all you want.”

    A faint blush appeared on Xiang’er’s cheeks, and she smiled sweetly.

    “Ugh… ugh…”

    A faint whimper escaped Xu Li’s throat.

    But the next moment, his body felt lighter as he was forced to his knees.

    “You’re being too noisy.”

    Chen Yin glanced at him nonchalantly. “If you don’t want to stand…”

    “Then kneel.”

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 80

    Chapter 80: Senior Brother, We’ve Been Bullied

    That night, as expected, Xiang’er couldn’t fall asleep.

    She tossed and turned, opening and closing her eyes countless times, her mind plagued by fear. Only when she saw Chen Yin sitting by her bedside did her anxiety subside.

    Chen Yin simply held her hand, silently accompanying her.

    Feeling the warmth of his hand, Yu Xiang finally closed her eyes, her mind desperately clinging to the happy memories of their life on Mount Yu.

    This time, she finally drifted off to sleep.

    Chen Yin sat by her bedside until midnight, then gently tucked her hand back into the blanket and left the room.

    A figure in azure blue stood outside the door, her back to the room.

    “Aren’t you going to sleep?” Chen Yin asked softly.

    Shen Shuanglian bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

    “Is this… why you wanted me to stay on Mount Yu? To spare me from making a difficult choice?”

    Chen Yin said slowly, “That’s the sect you grew up in.”

    “I know no matter what you choose, it would be painful. So I made the choice for you. I’ll bear the responsibility.”

    “Just pretend that you’re being held captive on Mount Yu by Master and me, unable to return to your sect during this crisis.”

    Shen Shuanglian was stunned. After a long silence, she asked hesitantly, “What… are you going to do? Destroy the entire sect?”

    “Of course not.”

    Chen Yin shook his head and said seriously, “You heard what I said earlier. A life for a life, a debt must be repaid. I’m going to collect a debt, not massacre innocent people.”

    “Most of the Mist Spirit Sect disciples know nothing about the Changli Palace incident. Why would I kill them?”

    Hearing this, the sadness in Shen Shuanglian’s eyes faded slightly, and her gaze became clear.

    “This matter… must have been the decision of the Sect Master and the elders.”

    “Perhaps… even my Master was involved.” Her voice was filled with a deep sadness as she spoke those words.

    “He’s the Sect Master, he must have known about such a major incident.”

    Chen Yin gently ruffled her hair. “Don’t worry. Stay here tomorrow. I’ll personally confront him and demand an explanation.”

    “C-can I go with you?”

    “No.”

    “Why?” A look of disappointment flashed in Shen Shuanglian’s eyes.

    “Because if you’re there pleading for your Master, I’m afraid I’ll hesitate.” He said calmly.

    Shen Shuanglian bit her lip and whispered, “I won’t… I just want to hear the truth from Master myself.”

    “What if the truth is something you can’t accept?”

    Her expression was filled with pain and conflict.

    Chen Yin understood her inner turmoil. He patted her head silently and said with a gentle gaze:

    “It’s okay.”

    “Just this once. You can choose to avoid it.”

    “Stay on Mount Yu and pretend you know nothing. Wait for me to return.”

    “Even if you hate me or resent me later, it’s okay.”

    Shen Shuanglian stared at him blankly, speechless.

    “…If I really choose to avoid it…”

    She whispered, her eyes red-rimmed, “Will you be disappointed?”

    Chen Yin chuckled softly.

    “Of course not.”

    “You don’t have to be so strong. Because in my eyes, you’re still that little girl who would cry in the flowerbed.”

    “If you want to cry, cry on my shoulder. If you want to hide, hide behind me. That’s what I’m here for.” He said gently.

    Shen Shuanglian seemed touched. She lowered her eyes and, after a long silence, nodded slowly.

    “Okay. I’ll wait for you.”

    Chen Yin gently kissed her forehead.

    “Get some rest. Enjoy the scenery of Mount Yu tomorrow.”

    “Come back soon.” She whispered.

    “Okay.”

    ***

    Yu Xiang woke up with faint tear stains on her cheeks.

    She hadn’t had any nightmares this time.

    But she missed her parents.

    A reassuring warmth still lingered on her hand. She turned her head and saw Chen Yin sitting by her bedside, holding her hand. He said softly, “You’re awake?”

    “Mmm…” Xiang’er nodded timidly.

    “Then let’s get washed up and ready to leave.”

    Yu Xiang slowly sat up, her messy hair and red-rimmed eyes betraying her exhaustion.

    “Senior Brother… are we really going to the Mist Spirit Sect’s main branch?”

    “Do you think I was joking yesterday?” Chen Yin countered.

    “Every injustice has a culprit. Whether it’s your matter or Master’s, they need to answer for their actions.”

    He looked towards the distance. “If they refuse to give us an explanation, we’ll take it ourselves.”

    Yu Xiang stared at Chen Yin’s profile for a long time, then rubbed her sore nose, her eyes glistening with tears.

    “Senior Brother, thank you.”

    “You haven’t asked me for help yet.” He lowered his head, his gaze softening.

    Xiang’er pursed her lips and smiled faintly, a smile as delicate as a Mist Yu flower in bloom.

    “Senior Brother, Master and I have been bullied.”

    “Will you avenge us?”

    Chen Yin closed his eyes and smiled. “Anyone who dares to bully my family will face the consequences.”

    “Let’s go. To the Mist Spirit Sect.”

    Deep within the main hall of the Mist Spirit Sect, in a hidden underground chamber…

    Sect Master Wu Xun sat cross-legged on a cushion, his old and cloudy eyes fixed on the six or seven figures in black robes sitting before him, his expression grave.

    “…How is it?”

    “We’ve barely recovered half our strength.” One of the figures slowly removed their mask, revealing Elder Changwen from the Scripture Hall.

    “My previous injuries hadn’t fully healed, and now Yu Ling has made things worse. I’m afraid it’ll take at least ten days to half a month before I can even use my spiritual energy properly.”

    Another figure, his voice filled with displeasure, also removed his mask. It was Elder Mo Jie, whom they had encountered at the Fairy Conference.

    “I knew Yu Ling would be troublesome, but I didn’t expect her to be this formidable.” Another figure sighed, his voice laced with a sinister tone. “We wasted the Immortal Binding Pot, and even with the combined strength of seven Supreme Clarity Realm cultivators, we still ended up suffering heavy losses.”

    “The strongest cultivator below the True Immortal realm is truly terrifying.”

    Sect Master Wu Xun was silent for a long time, then sighed softly.

    “…We underestimated her.”

    “Then what should we do, Sect Master?” Elder Changwen asked with concern. “Immortal Yu Ling’s status is special. We failed to eliminate her even after risking everything. If our attack on her is exposed, the consequences could be far worse than the Changli Palace incident.”

    “The Mist Spirit Sect might truly become a public enemy, facing the wrath of the entire cultivation world.”

    Wu Xun’s wrinkled brow furrowed deeply as he pondered the situation.

    “…Where’s Qingying? I ordered her to follow Shen Shuanglian. Why haven’t we heard from her?”

    “I don’t know.” Elder Mo Jie shook his head slowly. “If everything went according to plan, Qingying should have killed Yu Ling’s chief disciple and returned to report by now.”

    “No news… It’s not looking good.”

    Wu Xun sighed wearily.

    “One wrong step, and we’ve ruined everything. The Changli Palace incident has truly backfired.”

    …They had failed to find the Heavenly Dao Fragment, and somehow, a survivor had escaped.

    A single lie required countless more lies to cover it up. And once the cracks started to show, the entire edifice would crumble.

    Their greed had led to their downfall.

    Silence fell over the chamber.

    One of the figures, his voice cold and sinister, finally spoke, “Since we’ve already exposed ourselves, why not strike first?”

    “Yu Ling is also seriously injured. Let’s attack Mount Yu under the pretense of eliminating the remaining demonic remnants of Changli Palace and get rid of those two nuisances once and for all.”

    “Even if we can’t discredit Yu Ling, we can easily spread rumors about her disciples and ruin their reputation, making them outcasts in the cultivation world.”

    “That’s not a good idea.” Elder Changwen shook his head.

    “If we can’t deal with Immortal Yu Ling, then no amount of rumors will matter. Her connections will render them meaningless.”

    “Then what do you suggest we do?” The sinister old man snapped.

    “We still don’t know if Immortal Yu Ling has obtained the Heavenly Dao Fragment.”

    Changwen pondered. “She took in the Changli Palace orphan and kept her hidden for so many years. There must be a reason.”

    “Since we can’t eliminate Immortal Yu Ling, I suggest we seek reconciliation. We can offer her compensation to appease her anger and ask her to restrain her disciples from investigating the Changli Palace incident further.”

    “That Changli Palace orphan hasn’t come forward for over a decade. She might not even be seeking revenge anymore. We can find her and appease her, make up an excuse for the Changli Palace incident, and blame everything on the demonic path.”

    The sinister old man scoffed. “Heh, do you think Yu Ling is that easy to fool?”

    “We’ve already shown our hostility. She won’t be merciful!”

    “But we were the ones in the wrong in the first place.” Changwen frowned. “I tried to stop you from going to Mount Yu and provoking Immortal Yu Ling, but you insisted on your own way!”

    “You!”

    As the two elders argued, Wu Xun finally roared, “Enough!”

    “Arguing won’t solve the crisis we’re facing.”

    After careful consideration, he said softly, “We were reckless in dealing with Yu Ling. The more we struggle, the deeper we’ll sink. Reconciliation is the best course of action.”

    “I will personally apologize to Yu Ling, even if it means paying a hefty price. We must appease her anger.”

    “How can you be sure that Yu Ling will accept our apology?” Elder Mo Jie frowned. “What if she insists on fighting to the death?”

    “She won’t.”

    Wu Xun’s old eyes flickered with an unknown emotion.

    “Immortal Yu Ling’s ambitions… are not limited to dealing with us.”

    “She has more important things to do.”

    “If she truly wanted us dead, she wouldn’t have agreed to become a guest elder of the Mist Spirit Sect in the first place.”

    “As for the Changli Palace orphan, we’ll do as Changwen suggested. We’ll blame everything on the demonic path, and then—”

    Before Wu Xun could finish his sentence, Elder Changwen’s expression suddenly changed.

    “Something’s wrong! People from Mount Yu are causing trouble at the sect gate!”

    Everyone in the chamber was shocked. Wu Xun asked urgently, “How is that possible? Even with her extraordinary abilities, Yu Ling couldn’t have recovered from her injuries in just a day or two—”

    “Immortal Yu Ling isn’t here.”

    Changwen’s expression turned strange.

    “It’s… her two disciples.”

    “Yu Xiang and Chen Yin.”

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 79

    Chapter 79: Rules

    The blood lake.

    The corpses.

    Her senior brothers and sisters, who had been laughing and playing with her just moments ago, now lay dead in pools of blood, their bodies piled in the center of the courtyard, forming a gruesome mountain.

    The heads of her senior brothers had been severed and arranged neatly in a row, while most of her senior sisters’ bodies were naked and withered, their life essence drained as they had been used as cultivation furnaces.

    Among the mountain of corpses, she even saw her only junior sister, Qing’er.

    Qing’er, like a discarded doll, slumped against the edge of the pile, her eyes dull and lifeless.

    That innocent little face, just a while ago, had been clinging to her, shyly asking, “Senior Sister, can we play together?”

    The little girl stared at the scene before her, her mind blank.

    She couldn’t remember if she was still dreaming.

    If this truly was a nightmare, she would cry in her mother’s arms until she woke up.

    She stumbled through the familiar yet alien corridors.

    She saw a group of people wearing identical masks, their expressions cold and emotionless as they patrolled the area.

    She saw the places she used to play, now engulfed in flames.

    She walked on, unnoticed. Even the masked cultivators simply brushed past her, as if she were invisible.

    She wondered if she was already dead.

    If she was just a wandering soul.

    She was terrified and wanted to find her mother.

    But she searched everywhere, to no avail.

    She collapsed onto the ground, hugging her knees and crying.

    Screams and wails filled the air, mixed with curses and pleas for mercy.

    It was a scene straight out of hell.

    “Father… Mother… Wan’er is having a nightmare.”

    “This nightmare is so scary… Wan’er can’t wake up…”

    The little girl cried for a long time, until exhaustion overwhelmed her. Through her tear-filled eyes, she saw the masked cultivators gathering, many of them emerging from the Scripture Hall on the west side of the mountain.

    Several elderly men with strange robes and wrinkled faces gathered in the center of the square, whispering amongst themselves.

    “Did you find it?”

    “We’ve searched everywhere, but it’s nowhere to be found.”

    “That man is quite stubborn. He watched his wife being tortured to death, his teeth gritted, his mouth filled with blood, but he refused to talk.”

    “Strange… where could it be hidden?”

    “Are there any survivors left in the sect?”

    “None. There’s no sign of life anywhere.”

    “Then search! He couldn’t have gone far. Even if we have to dig up the entire mountain, we’ll find it!”

    The little girl didn’t hear what they were saying. She simply stood up, her face still stained with tears, and walked towards the Scripture Hall in the distance.

    Her long sleeping robe trailed behind her as she reached the entrance.

    …Suddenly, she was afraid to open the door.

    She was terrified that if she opened it, everything she had seen wouldn’t be a nightmare but reality.

    She would never find her mother and father again. She would never wake up from this nightmare.

    But she pushed the door open.

    She saw a man kneeling in a pool of blood, his upper body bare, his body covered in wounds.

    She saw a woman hanging from chains in the center of the hall, her face as pale as snow, devoid of any color.

    “…Father? Mother?”

    The little girl walked towards them, her hand reaching out to touch their faces.

    But her hand passed through them as if they were intangible, like ghosts.

    She started crying again.

    She cried loudly, until her throat was raw and she started coughing, as if she were coughing up her lungs.

    She cried until blood trickled from her throat, until her voice was hoarse.

    At some point, the cultivators had left, leaving behind a raging inferno that consumed the buildings one by one.

    In the flickering firelight, the little girl, her voice hoarse from crying, lay down beside the man and the woman.

    She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

    Maybe when she woke up, the nightmare would be over.

    ***

    “But I didn’t wake up.”

    “The second time I opened my eyes, all I saw were smoldering ruins.”

    “My parents’ bodies had been completely burned to ashes, and the corpses of my senior brothers and sisters had been devoured by wild beasts and crows.”

    “Nothing had changed. The nightmare had become reality.”

    “I was hungry and thirsty, and I had to walk down the mountain barefoot. If I hadn’t met Master, I might have died with my family.”

    By the end of her story, Yu Xiang was sobbing uncontrollably.

    “I’ve been… trying to avoid those memories.”

    “But every night, those images would haunt my eyes, invading my dreams.”

    “I was so scared… Many times, I wanted to just die and join my parents.”

    “But their souls would appear by my bedside every night, crying and begging me not to die, to avenge them.”

    “But living like this… every day is so painful…”

    Chen Yin listened to her story in silence.

    Yu Xiang was still sobbing, her eyes red and swollen. A warm and strong hand rested on her head.

    “…You’ve been through a lot.” His voice was filled with sympathy.

    Yu Xiang’s nose twitched again.

    “And then, the demonic path found me. They told me that my physique was perfect for cultivating the ‘Quenching Nether Mantra’.”

    “They said that if I mastered the demonic arts, I would have the power to avenge my parents and my senior brothers and sisters.”

    “So… that’s why I… I’m sorry…”

    She buried her face in Chen Yin’s chest, her voice muffled by sobs. “I’m sorry, Senior Brother… I didn’t mean to keep it from you…”

    “I thought revenge was the only thing left in my life, but then I met you and Master…”

    “You’re my only family now. I’m so scared that you’ll also be caught in the same nightmare that destroyed Changli Palace…”

    Chen Yin gently stroked her hair and whispered, “You’re also my family.”

    “I only have you two left.”

    Yu Xiang stopped crying and looked at Chen Yin, her tears still fresh.

    “There are rules in this world.”

    Chen Yin said calmly, “Did you ever hurt those masked cultivators?”

    “No…”

    “Did they hurt your loved ones?”

    “Yes.”

    “Then they owe you a debt.” He said seriously, “A life for a life. A debt must be repaid. That’s the rule.”

    “If they refuse to follow the rules, it’s fine.”

    “…Get some rest.” Chen Yin patted Yu Xiang’s head. “Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the main sect. You can teach them the rules yourself.”

    Yu Xiang stared at Chen Yin’s profile, her eyes wide with disbelief.

    “I-I’m afraid I can’t sleep. If I remember those things, I’ll have nightmares again—”

    “It’s okay.” Chen Yin picked her up in his arms.

    “Tonight, I’ll sleep with you.”

  • On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 78

    Chapter 78: Fragile Dreams

    Late at night, Master was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her robes loosely draped around her.

    Chen Yin stood behind her, channeling his spiritual energy into her body.

    Master’s meridians were like a vast labyrinth, its walls thick and intricate. Now, they were in ruins, a chaotic mess of broken pathways and stagnant energy.

    The “Forgotten Everlasting Heart Sutra” flowed through her like a raging torrent, engulfing everything in its path.

    Nourishing and healing, it slowly revitalized her meridians.

    Soon, beads of sweat appeared on Master’s forehead. She wrinkled her nose in discomfort.

    “…So sticky and uncomfortable…”

    “Just bear with it,” Chen Yin said calmly. “You can bathe later.”

    “Can’t we heal in the bath?”

    “Of course. But I won’t go into the bath with clothes on. If you don’t mind, then it’s fine.”

    Master pouted, her displeasure evident.

    “You little bean sprout, one day I’ll break you in half.” She said with a fierce but playful tone.

    Chen Yin, for once, didn’t respond to her suggestive remark. He lowered his gaze, focusing on the state of her meridians.

    …As if he wanted to etch every tiny wound into his memory.

    After what felt like an eternity, Master’s thin robe was completely soaked with sweat. Chen Yin finally withdrew his hand.

    “Whew~ Finally done.”

    Master stretched and tried to get up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, and she stumbled.

    Fortunately, a strong chest caught her as she fell backward.

    “Who told you to move?” Chen Yin frowned, his voice laced with concern. “Don’t you know your own limits? Stop pushing yourself.”

    His gentle reprimand, surprisingly, didn’t elicit a retort from Master. She simply glanced at him sideways, then looked away.

    Chen Yin knew that Master was extremely sensitive to cleanliness. Being covered in sweat was probably worse than death for her.

    Without hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms, much to her surprise.

    “…Mmm!”

    Master was flustered for a moment, then said with a hint of annoyance, “What are you doing! I-I can walk by myself!”

    “Be quiet.” Chen Yin said softly.

    Master struggled in his arms, but her small limbs were no match for his strength. She eventually gave up and snuggled against his chest.

    Chen Yin carried her to the steam-filled bath, his arms wrapped around her protectively. As he was about to remove her robe,

    Master suddenly grabbed it and glared at him. “Close your eyes! Don’t look!”

    Chen Yin said helplessly, “What? You were so bold and shameless with your dirty jokes earlier, and now you’re too shy to even let me look?”

    “I-I’m just afraid you’ll be arrested for being a lolicon!”

    “You’re not a child, you old loli granny.”

    “Hey! Go tell that to the authorities and see if they believe you!”

    After their usual banter, Chen Yin closed his eyes and skillfully removed her robe, then gently lowered her into the bath.

    As her body submerged in the warm water, Master’s playful demeanor faded, and she lowered her gaze slightly.

    “…Have you figured out what’s going on with Xiang’er?”

    “I’ve only uncovered half of it.” Chen Yin said slowly. “But at least I managed to get her back from the demonic path. I guess I fulfilled my promise.”

    He sat down by the edge of the bath, his back to her, and asked,

    “Did you… know about Xiang’er all along?”

    Master didn’t answer.

    The gentle sound of water splashing and a faint sigh filled the air.

    “I didn’t have time to deal with this matter before. I was really busy.”

    Master’s eyes shimmered with a hint of sadness. “But that day, I was passing through Ziqing Province, walking down a snow-covered street…”

    “I saw that little girl, on the verge of death, and I couldn’t just leave her.”

    Even though she had already guessed the little girl’s identity. Even though she knew that taking her in would bring endless trouble.

    But that day, the little girl, barefoot and shivering in the snow, had looked at her with pleading eyes.

    Her small body was covered in a dusty robe, her breath shallow and weak, but her eyes were as clear and bright as a winter sky.

    …She couldn’t pretend she hadn’t seen her and simply walk away.

    “So I brought her back to the mountain. Raised her as if I knew nothing.” Master explained casually.

    Chen Yin was silent for a moment, then asked, “What about me?”

    “Why did Master bring me back to the mountain?”

    “You?” Master chuckled playfully, her eyes twinkling.

    “I saw that you had potential. You were a cute little boy, and I thought you would make a good servant when you grew up. So I brought you back to the mountain, waiting for you to grow old enough to keep me company at night.”

    Chen Yin could tell she wasn’t planning on telling him the truth.

    So he didn’t press further and asked instead, “How much is the Mist Spirit Sect responsible for what happened to Xiang’er?”

    “Everything.” Master sighed softly, closing her eyes. “I wasn’t planning on telling you about this.”

    “The more you get involved, the more complicated things will become.”

    Chen Yin countered calmly, “If I don’t get involved, would you have been injured like this?”

    Master fell silent.

    “I know what you’re going to say. That old saying about revenge only leading to more revenge.”

    Chen Yin said seriously, “But I don’t have the time or energy to ponder such profound truths. I plan to solve this problem in a simpler way.”

    “And that is to eliminate everyone involved.”

    Master’s eyes were distant and lost in thought for a long time. Then she chuckled self-deprecatingly.

    “…That sounds just like you.”

    “What?”

    “Nothing.” Master’s voice was calm. “Instead of asking me about what happened to Changli Palace, why don’t you ask Xiang’er yourself?”

    “If you insist on seeking revenge on those old dogs from the Mist Spirit Sect after hearing her story, I won’t stop you.”

    “Just one thing.” Her voice turned serious.

    “…Don’t die. I don’t have the energy to collect your corpse.”

    Chen Yin listened silently, then smiled faintly. He gently ruffled Master’s wet hair before leaving.

    “Don’t worry.”

    “Your disciple is a coward who’s afraid of death.”

    ***

    In the courtyard, the blooming Mist Yu flowers swayed gently in the evening breeze.

    The cool mist condensed into dewdrops on the petals, filling the air with a delicate and lingering fragrance.

    Yu Xiang sat by the edge of the pool, her bare feet dangling in the water, her toes playfully creating ripples.

    After an unknown amount of time, a figure sat down beside her.

    “Senior Brother!” Yu Xiang’s eyes lit up. “How’s Master?”

    “Don’t worry.” Chen Yin said gently. “You know Master’s ‘Forgotten Everlasting Heart Sutra.’ As long as she’s still breathing, she’ll be fine.”

    “It’s just a matter of how quickly she recovers.”

    “I’ve already cleared most of her blocked meridians. The rest will heal naturally with time. She should be mostly recovered in a few days.”

    Yu Xiang was relieved, then her expression turned sad, and she lowered her head.

    “…Senior Brother.”

    She said softly, “Was Master injured because of me?”

    Chen Yin looked into her eyes for a moment, then averted his gaze.

    “Don’t overthink it. She has enemies all over the world. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone killed her one day.”

    “What about you? It’s time for you to tell me everything.”

    Xiang’er’s eyes widened, her lips pressed together tightly.

    “What happened to Changli Palace all those years ago?”

    “Of course.” He gently ruffled her hair. “If those memories are too painful, you don’t have to tell me.”

    Yu Xiang bit her lip gently, her eyes welling up with tears.

    “If I tell you, Senior Brother… there’s no going back.”

    She said with a trembling voice, “You’ll have to turn against the main sect—”

    “Even if you don’t tell me,”

    Chen Yin said calmly, “I won’t let those bastards off easily.”

    “I’m not that forgiving. I can’t just stand by and watch as they injure my Master.”

    Xiang’er’s lips moved slightly. She closed her eyes slowly, and when she opened them again, they were filled with sadness.

    “That day… wasn’t about Xiang’er.”

    “It was about another girl, a girl named Yin Mengwan.”

    She was a lively and cheerful little girl.

    She grew up in Changli Palace, the largest sect in Ziqing Province. From the moment she was born, she was the apple of her father, Sect Master Yin Changli’s, eye, a precious treasure cherished by everyone in the sect.

    She remembered the senior brothers who would let her ride on their backs like a horse, the senior sisters who would bake her delicious pastries, and even the junior sisters, younger than her, who would follow her around with blushing faces, calling out sweetly:

    “Senior Sister, let’s play!”

    She was happy.

    It was a kind of happiness that many people in the world could only dream of.

    But those carefree days, like a fragile dream, were shattered in an instant.

    The little girl would never forget that day. She was playing with her mother, her senior brothers and sisters, their laughter echoing from the main hall to the lake behind the mountain.

    Then, suddenly…

    Her father burst through the doors of the main hall, covered in blood.

    He stumbled towards her senior brothers and sisters, his words barely audible. She couldn’t hear what he was saying.

    She only remembered that everyone’s expressions turned serious after he spoke. Her mother quickly picked her up and headed towards the back mountain.

    On the way, the little girl asked her mother, “Why isn’t Dad coming with us?”

    “You little rascal.”

    Her mother’s eyes were still gentle. “Don’t bother your father today.”

    “Be good and go to sleep early.”

    “…Your father and I will be waiting for you in your dreams.” She said softly.

    Those were the last words the little girl ever heard from her mother.

    She obeyed her mother and went to bed early. She had a sweet dream.

    In her dream, the sea became the sky, and she was covered in the colors of coral and rainbows. Whales swam through the clouds, and the sound of the ocean filled her ears.

    Then she woke up. Half-awake, she rubbed her eyes and looked for her mother.

    But she couldn’t find her.

    …All she saw was a lake, stained crimson with blood.