Chapter 263-264 On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 263-264 |
Early morning at De Xian Restaurant. Chen Yin and Yu Ling sat facing each other on the bed in the top-floor room.
“…Where are my clothes?”
“Here.”
“I’ve never worn anything so strange! Where’s my dress?!”
Chen Yin looked at the shredded remains of her dress on the floor and chuckled awkwardly. “It’s… gone.”
Yu Ling wanted to slap him, but as soon as she moved, she winced in pain.
“…Ow.”
“I told you not to move.”
“Whose fault is that?!”
She struggled for a bit, then bit his wrist playfully.
Chen Yin pulled her onto his lap, letting her nibble on his hand like a puppy gnawing on a bone.
After a while, she looked up at him, pouting. “Why don’t you feel any pain?”
“Because it feels nice. You can bite harder.”
Yu Ling released his hand and sulked, her head resting on his chest. “I’m so embarrassed… I’ve been roaming the cultivation world since I was eight. I’ve faced countless dangers, seen everything… and now I’ve been defeated… in bed.”
She still couldn’t believe how much it had hurt.
With the “Forgotten Everlasting Heart Sutra,” she could withstand even losing a limb.
But last night… she had been truly vulnerable.
And Chen Yin, that little beast, had shown no mercy, laughing at her cries of pain.
He gently caressed her cheek, a playful smile on his lips.
“I thought there was nothing Big Sister was afraid of.”
His hand moved towards her slightly disheveled robes.
She swatted it away and glared at him, her lips pouting.
“Don’t.”
“…Okay,” Chen Yin said, withdrawing his hand with a mock-pitiful expression.
Yu Ling’s eyes twinkled triumphantly. “That’s what you get for bullying me.”
“I didn’t bully you.”
“But it hurt…”
She whined, her eyes filled with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.
Chen Yin said softly, like he was coaxing a child, “I heard kisses can make the pain go away.”
“Really?”
“Try it and see.”
Yu Ling looked at him suspiciously, then blushed and looked away.
“…Fine.” She whispered.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly.
After a long moment, they parted.
“Did it work?”
“…I don’t know. Let’s try again.” She took a deep breath, her cheeks even redder now.
She wasn’t sure about the pain,
But she was definitely addicted to his kisses.
She clung to him, her arms around his neck, reluctant to let go.
—
After returning from the Immortal Venerable’s ruins, the Yu Alliance members focused on preparing for the Immortal Disciple Competition.
With the help of their Systems, their cultivation progressed rapidly.
Even those who had been overlooked and underestimated by their families and sects were now considered prodigies.
It was a dream come true.
They spent most of their time cultivating, eager to prove themselves at the competition.
Of course, not everyone was so diligent.
Like Chen Yin.
He had never been a dedicated cultivator, always busy cooking and cleaning for everyone.
And after that night at De Xian Restaurant, things had only gotten worse. He had become Yu Ling’s personal servant, at her beck and call.
“Chen Yin, the tea is cold, make me some more.”
“Chen Yin, my clothes are dirty, wash them or buy me new ones.”
“Brat! Where did you hide my wine?!”
“Chen Yin…”
…
During their rare breaks from cultivation, Luo Xiaoxiao, Hu Li, and the others would watch Chen Yin being bossed around and sigh sympathetically.
“Hey, do you think it’s our fault?”
“Did we make Big Sister angry by teasing them about their relationship?”
“Poor Chen Yin… he’s the youngest, but he’s being treated like an old housekeeper.”
“Such a tragic fate.”
Of course, they never dared say these things in front of Yu Ling.
She would have beaten them to a pulp.
But they had noticed that Big Sister’s temper had improved lately.
She seemed happier and more cheerful, no longer taking her frustrations out on them. She even hummed occasionally.
These naive boys didn’t know the reason, but they were glad she was happy. It meant fewer beatings for them.
They occasionally felt sorry for Chen Yin, but their own lives were good.
—
Chen Yin, however, didn’t see it that way.
Someone always had to carry the burden in silence.
They only saw her bossing him around during the day, not her gritting her teeth at night.
Although he seemed to be constantly busy with chores, it only took him an hour or two each day.
He spent most of his time lazing around in Yu Ling’s room, using her errands as an excuse.
Lazing around was truly the best.
“Big Sister, what do you want for dinner tonight?”
“Whatever.”
“How about roast goose? I make a mean roast goose!”
“Whatever. Leave me alone.”
“Hey, I think you would look great in a Lolita dress. Want to try one?”
Yu Ling would always get annoyed and yell, “Why are you so clingy?! Are you a golden retriever?!”
She could almost imagine him wagging his tail like a puppy.
Only then did she see him as a ten-year-old boy.
And Chen Yin, shameless as ever, would just grin and lean closer.
“I’m just a little baby~ Big Sister needs to give me kisses~”
“You’re disgusting! Get away from me!”
As they were playfully pushing and shoving each other, a knock came at the door.
They exchanged glances, then Yu Ling cleared her throat and said,
“Come in.”
Feng Xiangling entered.
He saw Chen Yin lounging on Yu Ling’s bed, playing with a pendant, and his expression stiffened slightly.
“Big Sister,”
“What is it?” Yu Ling asked casually.
“The Immortal Disciple Competition is approaching, and many of us have made significant progress in our cultivation, but some are struggling with practical combat. If you have some free time, Big Sister, perhaps you could offer us some guidance?”
Chen Yin didn’t even look up.
But Feng Xiangling felt a chill run down his spine.
“Oh, that’s all?”
Yu Ling nodded seriously. “It’s a good idea. I’ll see how much you’ve all improved.”
“Then let’s meet tomorrow at noon.”
Feng Xiangling bowed and left.
After he was gone, Chen Yin, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
“You’re going to spar with them?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I? I’ve trained them before. It’s good practice for the competition.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Just… be careful around that guy. Don’t spar with him alone.”
“Why?”
“I think he might have ulterior motives. But I don’t have any proof yet.”
Yu Ling looked at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
“Ah, I see.”
She leaned closer, her finger tracing his chin playfully. “Are you jealous, little one?”
Chen Yin didn’t bother explaining and just nodded.
“Yes.”
“I’m jealous. I don’t like seeing handsome men around you. I’m childish, and I’m afraid you’ll be taken away from me. I don’t want you to spar with him. I’m going to throw a tantrum. Deal with it.”
He pouted, a stubborn look on his face.
Yu Ling’s expression softened, her cheeks flushing slightly.
“Why are you being so cheesy… it’s embarrassing…” she mumbled, her head lowered.
“What? Not allowed to express my feelings? I like you! I’m jealous!”
Chen Yin leaned closer and whispered in her ear repeatedly, “I like you, I’m jealous, I like you, I’m jealous…”
“Stop it!”
Yu Ling’s face turned crimson. “I-I get it…”
“Then… how should I appease you?” she asked shyly, glancing at him.
Chen Yin spread his arms wide, as if saying, Go ahead, I’m waiting.
Yu Ling thought for a moment, then quickly kissed him on the cheek and ran away, her face burning.
“Th-then… if I don’t spar with him, what should I do?” she asked, trying to change the subject.
Chen Yin grinned.
“Leave it to me.”
At the training grounds, the Yu Alliance members gathered, waiting for Yu Ling’s guidance.
But when they saw who was standing opposite them, they were stunned.
Especially Feng Xiangling.
His face was a mixture of shock and disbelief.
“Brothers and sisters,” Chen Yin said with a shy smile, his head lowered, “I’m honored that Big Sister has entrusted me with the task of being your opponent today.”
Everyone was confused.
…This harmless little boy…
…was going to be their opponent?
Even before Feng Xiangling could protest, Luo Xiaoxiao spoke up.
“Big Sister, that’s not fair! Even if you don’t want to spar with us, don’t bully Chen Yin! He’s only at the Cloud Ascending Realm, and he doesn’t even have a Heavenly Dao Fragment! I don’t want to hurt him!”
Yu Ling frowned and snapped, “So you think you’re invincible just because you have a Heavenly Dao Fragment?! If you can’t even defeat Chen Yin, you might as well give up on the Immortal Disciple Competition and go home!”
Her words made them hesitate.
…Did Big Sister teach him some secret technique? Or give him a powerful treasure? Why is she so confident?
But in reality, Yu Ling was also nervous.
When Chen Yin had first suggested this, she had vehemently refused.
What makes you think you can fight them?
She still remembered the white-clad swordsman’s intervention and assumed that puppet was his strongest card.
She had expected him to use it again.
But Chen Yin had insisted, his confidence so unwavering that she couldn’t help but believe him.
And, of course, he had offered her a week of… special services in exchange.
It was a very tempting offer.
So she had agreed.
Chen Yin stood there, a shy, innocent smile on his face.
Luo Xiaoxiao, after a brief discussion with the others, stepped forward.
“I’ll go first!”
He bowed to Chen Yin.
“No hard feelings, brother, but I’ve reached the Boundless Realm thanks to my System.”
He added hesitantly, “Just tell me if you can’t handle it, okay?”
Chen Yin nodded with a smile.
“What weapon do you use?”
“A sword.” He pulled out a wooden sword.
Luo Xiaoxiao’s expression turned even stranger.
He wondered if Chen Yin had lost his mind.
“Then be careful.”
He swung his meteor hammer, but he didn’t dare use his full strength.
His rapid progress was mostly due to the System’s pills, and his foundation wasn’t stable yet.
He was afraid of accidentally injuring Chen Yin.
Fortunately,
He didn’t have to worry for long.
Before he could even launch a proper attack, Chen Yin moved.
He took a step forward, and the ordinary wooden sword in his hand suddenly crackled with energy.
In a flash,
Before Luo Xiaoxiao could even react, his vision was filled with a blinding white light.
A swift, silent strike.
The light faded, leaving only a gentle breeze that rustled Luo Xiaoxiao’s hair.
And a single strand of hair, severed cleanly, floated to the ground beside his face.
Silence fell over the training grounds.
Hu Li and the others stared at them, their mouths agape. Si Qing’s eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions.
Yu Ling’s eyes widened slightly.
Chen Yin sheathed his sword and bowed slightly.
“You let me win, Brother Luo.”
Luo Xiaoxiao stared at him, his face etched with disbelief.
“You… just now…”
Chen Yin just smiled, saying nothing.
He didn’t need to explain. These kids wouldn’t understand anyway.
The effect was enough.
Luo Xiaoxiao looked like he was questioning his entire existence. After a long silence, he finally mumbled,
“Is my foundation really that weak? My System said you didn’t even use spiritual energy, just pure sword intent. It even called you a once-in-a-lifetime genius. But I shouldn’t be that weak, right? I couldn’t even see your sword! No, I can’t accept this! I’ll be back after I practice some more!”
With that, he turned and ran away.
Hu Li, also refusing to believe it, challenged Chen Yin, only to suffer the same fate, leaving the training grounds with a look of utter disbelief.
Chen Yin turned to Yu Ling and gave her a thumbs-up, a smug grin on his face, as if saying, Praise me, praise me!
But Yu Ling just blushed and looked away, unable to admit her surprise.
More and more teenagers challenged him, and Chen Yin, becoming slightly more serious, used the opportunity to offer them some guidance.
As their numbers dwindled, Feng Xiangling’s expression grew darker.
…This brat!
Not only did he ruin my plans, but he was also hiding his true strength! Such powerful swordsmanship, he must have been trained by that white-clad swordsman since he was a child! And he pretended to be so weak and innocent!
“System, can we copy his sword technique?”
“…It’s unlikely…” the System’s voice was hesitant. “His swordsmanship is imbued with the Dao Rhythm. Anything related to the Dao is beyond our abilities.”
Feng Xiangling’s frown deepened.
But he had no choice.
He had to defeat Chen Yin if he wanted to spar with Yu Ling and copy her technique.
Finally, only Feng Xiangling remained.
Chen Yin held his wooden sword, his gaze steady.
“Brother Feng, aren’t you coming?”
Feng Xiangling hesitated, then stepped forward, his expression determined.
“You’ve hidden your strength well, Little Brother. I’m impressed.”
“…Allow me to show you my skills.” His aura suddenly intensified.
His System had already used several enhancement pills, boosting his power significantly.
No one would expect him to use such methods in a friendly spar.
But Feng Xiangling didn’t care.
He had to defeat Chen Yin.
He opened his fan, and a wave of pressure, like a mountain, crashed down on Chen Yin.
Yu Ling frowned, noticing his sudden surge in power.
Chen Yin also noticed it.
But his expression remained calm.
…No matter what tricks you use,
I’m going to make you pay.
As Feng Xiangling’s fan descended, Chen Yin raised his sword.
His movements were no longer casual and playful.
They were swift, precise, and deadly.
Feng Xiangling’s eyes widened in horror.
It wasn’t a wooden sword he was facing.
…It was the vast and boundless power of the heavens and earth, descending upon him, a tiny, insignificant speck in the face of overwhelming cosmic forces.
Terror and awe filled his heart, paralyzing him.
He couldn’t move, his mind consumed by fear.
He didn’t know how long he stood there, frozen, until he felt someone shaking his shoulder.
“…Brother Feng? Are you alright?”
Feng Xiangling turned around and saw the concerned faces of his fellow Yu Alliance members.
He swallowed hard.
“I-I’m…”
He wanted to say he was fine,
But that single sword strike had left a deep scar on his soul.
It had shattered his confidence,
Destroyed his Dao Heart.
From now on, whenever he faced an opponent with a sword, that terrifying image would resurface, crippling him with fear, extinguishing his fighting spirit.
He was still in shock when Chen Yin spoke.
“That’s enough for today.”
“Good work, everyone.”
“I’ll make you all a delicious dinner tonight. Tell me what you want,” he said with a smile.
The teenagers immediately swarmed him, shouting out their requests.
Feng Xiangling remained motionless, his head lowered.
Chen Yin’s voice, like a demonic whisper, echoed in his ears:
“Brother Feng,”
“What do you want for dinner tonight?”
“I’ll make it for you.”
Feng Xiangling looked up.
Chen Yin was smiling at him, his youthful face so innocent and pure that it was impossible to dislike him.
But in Feng Xiangling’s eyes,
That smile was a nightmare.
A haunting image that would plague his dreams.