Chapter 265-266 On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 265-266 |
After everyone left, Chen Yin was about to start preparing dinner when Yu Ling stopped him.
“How are you so strong?” she asked, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“I don’t know,” Chen Yin shrugged helplessly. “Maybe I’m just a genius.”
“Don’t give me that!”
Yu Ling stared at him intently, then grabbed his hand.
“Spar with me.”
Chen Yin hesitated. “That’s… not a good idea.”
“What? Are you afraid I’ll hurt you?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Yu Ling, a true battle maniac, was eager to test his strength.
But Chen Yin was still hesitant.
“Are you going to fight me or not?”
“Hmm… how about a wager?”
Yu Ling’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”
“That position you were too scared to try last time.”
Yu Ling’s face flushed as she remembered that night. “You pervert! Dream on!”
Chen Yin turned to leave.
Yu Ling grabbed his arm. “Fine! I’ll fight you! I might not be able to beat you in bed, but I can definitely beat you in a fight!”
“Let’s do it!”
“I’ll show you what the Big Sister of the Yu Alliance is capable of!”
—
Half an hour later…
Chen Yin held Yu Ling by the back of her collar, watching her flail her arms and legs in frustration.
“Chen Yin, you bastard!”
“What kind of dirty trick is that?! Stripping me and groping me just because you can’t win a fair fight?! What kind of swordsmanship is that?!”
“I’m not stupid. Why would I waste my energy fighting someone with an invincible technique like the ‘Forgotten Everlasting Heart Sutra’?” Chen Yin said calmly, his expression innocent, as if he hadn’t just done anything remotely inappropriate.
Yu Ling, however, was furious.
Not only had he taken advantage of her during their spar, his hands wandering wherever they pleased, but his swordsmanship was also unlike anything she had ever seen.
She finally realized he had been lying to her all along.
That white-clad swordsman puppet had been a trick.
With such powerful swordsmanship, few in the world could match him.
And what was even more infuriating was that she had actually believed him.
She had trusted this seemingly innocent and naive boy.
And now, because of her trust, she was going to be subjected to his… attentions… for the next few days.
“You tricked me!”
“That’s not true, Big Sister,”
Chen Yin said, shaking his head. “We both agreed to the wager. It was consensual.”
…And you seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit last night.
Yu Ling’s face turned crimson, and she bit her lip, her eyes flashing with anger.
“No! I can’t accept this! I’m going back on our bet!”
Chen Yin gently cupped her face in his hands. “I’ll tell you a secret, and then you won’t be angry anymore, okay?”
Yu Ling’s curiosity got the better of her.
As dusk fell, no one saw the two of them, hand in hand, sneaking away.
—
Under the starry sky, on the summit of Ephemeral Mountain, the night flowers swayed gently in the cool breeze.
The Immortal Venerable, dressed in his loose-fitting Daoist robes, sat in a tree, chewing on a blade of grass and humming a tune.
A surprised gasp echoed from the distance.
“…A pocket dimension?! How is this possible?! To move an entire mountain into a secret realm, complete with its own ecosystem and seasons… Who could possess such power?”
“Quick! Chen Yin, take me to fight him!”
The Immortal Venerable looked up, startled, and spat out the grass.
A beautiful young woman in a floral dress, her movements as graceful as a sprite’s, skipped towards him, her hand in Chen Yin’s, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Seeing a beautiful girl, the Immortal Venerable’s eyes lit up, and he teleported before them.
“Hello there~ Beautiful lady, would you be interested in exchanging contact information~?”
Yu Ling blinked at him, her eyes wide with surprise.
“You’re the Immortal Venerable?”
“Indeed! Handsome, charming, and irresistible, that’s me—”
Before he could finish his self-introduction, Chen Yin smacked him on the head.
“Stop flirting with every woman you see. She’s mine, so don’t even think about it.”
Hearing the words “she’s mine,” Yu Ling blushed and squeezed his hand slightly.
“You’ve already won her over? How boring.”
The Immortal Venerable’s face fell, and he picked up another blade of grass, chewing on it moodily.
“Why are you here? In the middle of the night?”
“We’re here for a date, obviously.”
Chen Yin glared at him. “Seriously, can’t you give us some privacy? Don’t you know what a third wheel is? You have no tact.”
The Immortal Venerable stared at him, then exclaimed, “Did I hear that right?! You ungrateful bastard! This is my house! How can you be so shameless?! Using my home as your love nest?! I won’t allow it! I’d rather die here than—”
As he was about to throw a tantrum, Chen Yin said calmly,
“You only read the first page of that blonde, busty, married woman NTR doujin I found for you yesterday.”
“…But it’s actually a long series.”
“Make yourself at home, brother. Don’t be shy.”
The Immortal Venerable nodded seriously.
—
Ephemeral Mountain was larger than they had imagined.
Besides the summit with its cave and plaza, there were also beautiful and secluded spots on the mountainside, at the foot of the mountain, and even in the surrounding valleys.
At the foot of the mountain was a vast field of flowers.
They were wild, unnamed flowers, their petals a pale, fluorescent purple, lighter and clearer than lavender.
A vast ocean of purple, shimmering under the starlight, a soft blanket spread beneath the heavens.
Yu Ling was mesmerized.
“Wow!”
Her eyes sparkled as she took off her shoes and ran into the field, twirling and dancing among the flowers, her white feet barely touching the purple petals, her dress swirling around her like a gentle breeze.
Chen Yin followed her, watching her with a soft smile.
“CHEN! YIN!”
She ran towards him, her bare feet flashing beneath her skirt, her laughter echoing through the night.
She shouted his name,
As if she wanted the whole world to hear.
It was the first time Chen Yin had seen her so carefree and unrestrained, her laughter so pure and joyful.
She wasn’t the renowned prodigy, the feared “little demon” of the cultivation world.
She was just a sixteen-year-old girl, filled with youthful exuberance.
Under the starry sky, amidst the sea of purple flowers,
She was the embodiment of beauty and joy.
“CHEN! YIN!”
“WHAT?!”
“WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO MARRY ME?!”
“How about now?”
She suddenly ran towards him,
Her arms outstretched, and threw herself into his embrace.
They tumbled through the flowers,
Landing in a shallow puddle.
The water was cool and clear, barely reaching their waists.
They lay there, hand in hand, gazing up at the stars reflected in the water.
“Do you like it here?”
“…I do.”
Yu Ling paused, then added, “But I also don’t.”
“Why?”
“It’s too far away.”
She pouted slightly. “You’re hiding too many things from me. I don’t know how many secrets you’re keeping. I’m afraid that even your proposal was a lie.”
Her wet dress floated around her in the puddle.
She rolled over and straddled him, her damp clothes clinging to his body.
Her hair tickled his face, her eyes sparkling with a playful curiosity.
She nuzzled his chest, his neck, his jawline, as if trying to sniff out his secrets.
Then she stopped at his lips.
After a moment, she gently licked them with the tip of her tongue.
Chen Yin suddenly smiled.
He pulled her close, ruffled her hair playfully, and kissed her, his lips pressing against hers.
Yu Ling struggled for a moment, then surrendered to the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck.
He kissed her hair, her flushed cheeks, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she moaned softly.
Under the starry sky, amidst the swaying flowers,
He held her close and told her a story.
“A long, long time ago… or rather,”
A long, long time from now.
“There was a homeless boy, starving and alone, who was found by an immortal.”
“And that immortal…”
The night was long. Yu Ling listened quietly, her eyes fixed on his face.
He spoke for a long time,
Until the stars faded, and the sky began to lighten, the morning mist clinging to her hair and eyelashes.
Until she fell asleep in his arms, her breathing soft and even.
A few months later…
“Immortal Disciple Competition! First round, match fifty-two!”
“The winner is Luo Xiaoxiao!”
Luo Xiaoxiao, having easily defeated his opponent, raised his chubby face triumphantly, a smug grin spreading across it.
“Haha! Too easy! You’re no match for me, Senior Brother!”
“Damn it.”
His opponent, a young man from the same sect, lowered his head in frustration. “It’s only been six months! How did you get so strong?!”
“Want to know?”
Luo Xiaoxiao grinned. “That’s a Yu Alliance secret. Not telling.”
—
“Immortal Disciple Competition, second round, match seventeen!”
“The winner is Hu Li!”
“Second round, match thirty-five! The winner is Si Qing!”
“The winner is Hua Yulian!”
—
This year’s Immortal Disciple Competition was more exciting than usual.
The Yu Alliance, once dismissed as a group of spoiled brats, had become the dark horse of the competition.
All eighteen members had easily defeated their opponents, most of whom were their own sect siblings or family members.
Just six months ago, they had been considered the epitome of laziness and incompetence. Now, they were all prodigies, their talent and cultivation surpassing everyone’s expectations.
The entire cultivation world was in an uproar.
Those who had been defeated were frustrated and confused. What kind of opportunity had they encountered in the Immortal Venerable’s ruins?
The spectators were buzzing with excitement, the story of the Yu Alliance’s meteoric rise spreading like wildfire.
And the parents who had tried to prevent their children from joining the Yu Alliance were now showering Yu Ling with praise and gratitude.
“Fellow Daoist Yu Ling! You’re a true blessing to our family!”
“Immortal Yu Ling! Our entire sect is grateful for your guidance!”
“I knew it! A great teacher produces great disciples! Yu Ling was the strongest prodigy of her generation! Our children made the right choice following her!”
“We’ve prepared a feast in your honor, Fellow Daoist Yu Ling! Please grace us with your presence!”
“And us!”
…
“Heehee,” Yu Ling giggled, her face beaming as she finally escaped the throng of enthusiastic parents and returned to Chen Yin’s side.
“A few compliments, and you’re this happy?” Chen Yin teased.
“You don’t understand. This is called emotional fulfillment.”
Yu Ling looked at the several storage rings filled with gifts – fine wine, delicacies, spirit stones, and treasures – her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.
“Now I can finally hold my head high and call myself the legendary prodigy, Immortal Yu Ling! Haha!”
Chen Yin chuckled and ruffled her hair affectionately.
…Perhaps,
For Yu Ling,
The greatest reward was respect.
She no longer had to endure the whispers and ridicule, the scorn and disdain of the cultivation world.
In that sense, these Heavenly Dao Fragments were truly valuable treasures.
But Chen Yin was still wary.
…Feng Xiangling.
All the Yu Alliance members who participated in the competition had performed exceptionally well.
Except for Feng Xiangling. His story was different.
He had already been a talented and promising disciple before joining the Yu Alliance.
He had also received a Heavenly Dao Fragment,
His cultivation progressing rapidly, his talent even more dazzling than before.
But he had one peculiarity.
…He fought blindfolded.
In the cultivation world, even those who weren’t Sword Cultivators primarily used swords. And in the Immortal Disciple Competition, most participants used swords.
Feng Xiangling was now terrified of swords.
Not just fighting against swordsmen, but even the mere sight of a sword would make him nauseous and dizzy.
His fear had become a physical reaction.
But he couldn’t explain it to anyone.
And he couldn’t skip the competition.
After much deliberation with his System, he had come up with a solution.
A blindfold.
If he couldn’t see the swords, he wouldn’t be reminded of that terrifying image.
He had fought his way through the competition blindfolded, relying on his System’s guidance.
Fortunately, his opponents weren’t particularly strong, so he managed to win, albeit with difficulty.
But unlike his companions, who were praised for their skill and talent,
The spectators only whispered about him.
“What’s wrong with the Feng family’s Young Master?”
“Showing off, obviously. His friends are all so talented, he has to make things more difficult for himself to stand out.”
“What an arrogant prick. Fighting blindfolded. Tch.”
Feng Xiangling couldn’t explain.
He could only endure the humiliation in silence.
Even after passing the preliminary rounds, he didn’t feel any joy.
After his final victory, he finally removed his blindfold and breathed a sigh of relief.
He glanced at Chen Yin.
Yu Ling and Chen Yin seemed to be arguing. She was standing there, her hands on her hips, her cheeks puffed out in annoyance.
She was about to yell at him when he pinched her cheeks playfully, making her flail her arms in protest.
Feng Xiangling watched them, his gaze lingering on Chen Yin.
Chen Yin seemed to sense his gaze and glanced at him.
He even smiled.
That smile made Feng Xiangling’s eyes burn with a sudden, inexplicable rage.
—
Chen Yin and Yu Ling didn’t watch the rest of the competition.
The Yu Alliance members were now fighting amongst themselves, and since it was just friendly sparring, they decided to leave and prepare for the celebratory feast.
They had already seen enough to know that the Yu Alliance would win.
That evening, on the top floor of De Xian Restaurant…
This time, they had rented the entire floor.
Luo Xiaoxiao, his arm around Hu Li, raised his cup and shouted,
“Cheers, everyone!”
“Let’s congratulate Hu Li for winning the Immortal Disciple Competition!”
“Cheers!!!”
The teenagers cheered, the air filled with the aroma of food and wine, the atmosphere lively and warm.
Hu Li, his tanned face beaming with a shy smile, scratched his head awkwardly.
“I just got lucky… that’s all.”
“Honestly, I didn’t expect to win.”
“If Chen Yin and Big Sister had participated, I wouldn’t have stood a chance.”
Yu Ling waved her hand dismissively. “I’m just old enough to participate. If a Grand Clarity Realm expert like me joined such a competition, I would be the laughingstock of the cultivation world! My reputation would be ruined!”
Chen Yin smiled faintly.
“My father forbade me from participating.”
“And you performed exceptionally well today, Hu Li. You deserve the victory. No need for false modesty.”
“It’s nothing…” Hu Li blushed. “And Brother Feng…”
“I’ve never been able to defeat him before.”
“And I wouldn’t have won this time if he hadn’t been blindfolded.”
Everyone looked at Feng Xiangling.
His face stiffened, but he forced a smile. “It wasn’t exactly a handicap. I’m older than you. I wasn’t as skilled as you at your age.”
“Brother Feng has his pride. We all thought he would win,” Luo Xiaoxiao said. “But he’s too honorable to take advantage of his age. I admire that! Here’s to Brother Feng!”
Feng Xiangling raised his cup with a forced smile, his heart filled with bitterness.
Their seemingly complimentary words felt like sharp barbs.
“Come on, enough with the formalities!”
Yu Ling jumped onto the table, a jar of wine in her hand. “Let’s drink!”
“Cheers!”
The familiar sounds of revelry and drunken laughter filled the air.
Chen Yin sat quietly, watching them with amusement.
As the night wore on, he saw Si Qing looking at him from across the room.
This time, she didn’t say anything.
She didn’t even approach him.
She just raised her cup, her cheeks flushed, her eyes narrowed slightly, a silent message in her gaze.
…Chen Yin,
See? I did it.
I’m not that crybaby anymore, the girl who always needed protecting.
I’ve become the person I wanted to be.
Chen Yin raised his cup in return, a silent acknowledgment of her efforts.
…You’ve worked hard.
You did well.
Si Qing’s smile widened.
Perhaps that was all she had wanted to hear.
Young love was always persistent. Only with age did one realize that unrequited love was just self-deception.
She knew that now.
She had grown up.
She was no longer that naive girl who believed in fairy tales.
First love was always fleeting. A brief, brilliant bloom, then a quiet wither, its faded beauty preserved only in memory.
Si Qing wanted to keep Chen Yin in her memory,
A bittersweet reminder of a time when her heart had soared with hope and then crashed back down to earth.
She raised her cup and drained it in one gulp, the strong liquor burning her throat, but she swallowed it without flinching,
A single tear trickling down her cheek.
…Like a silent goodbye.