Chapter 275-276 On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 275-276 |
Ephemeral Mountain.
“Heavenly Dao Fragments…”
The Immortal Venerable and Chen Yin lay sprawled on the ground in the plaza.
“…Sorry, I’m just a wisp of consciousness. My memories are fragmented. But I do remember something about the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation. It’s an amplified version of the Triennial Day, occurring every thousand years. It brings devastation and destruction. It even played a role in my death. Unfortunately… I don’t remember how I died.” He sighed.
Chen Yin remained silent.
“If it’s been a thousand years, then the next Triennial Heavenly Tribulation is likely approaching. I can’t help you directly, but I can tell you where the barrier between the realms weakens during the Triennial Day… Mount Buqi.”
Mount Buqi.
Hearing the name again, Chen Yin felt a strange calmness.
He closed his eyes for a moment, then stood up and bowed respectfully.
“Don’t mention it. It’s not your fault. If the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation arrives, you might not survive. Ephemeral Mountain isn’t open to everyone, but if you need a safe haven, I can offer you protection.”
“No need,” Chen Yin’s eyes were cold. “I’ll stop the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation.”
The Immortal Venerable was silent for a moment, then his eyes lit up. “Have you thought this through? If you fail, we might never see each other again.”
“…It doesn’t matter,” Chen Yin smiled faintly. “I have to try.”
“You…” the Immortal Venerable said, scratching his head, “just because you’re not from this time doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It’s still dangerous. Don’t be so reckless.”
Chen Yin looked at him, surprised.
“You know I’m not from this time?”
“I knew the moment I saw you. But it doesn’t matter where you’re from. I don’t judge my friends based on their origins.”
Chen Yin stared at him for a moment, then laughed.
“What a pity! If I had been born a thousand… no, two thousand years earlier, we could have been good friends.”
“We still can be,” the Immortal Venerable grinned.
They exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them.
“Oh, right. A parting gift.” The Immortal Venerable ran off, then returned with a small box.
“Here,” he said, his gaze softening as he looked at the pristine, glass-like sword within the box, “as a fellow Sword Cultivator, I know how important it is to have a good sword. I think… only you can unleash its true potential.”
Chen Yin looked at the sword, memories flooding his mind, a strange sense of connection washing over him.
…It was the Eternal Light Sword.
But unlike the dull and lifeless sword he had been using, this one was vibrant and alive, its blade shimmering with a powerful, otherworldly energy.
He gently touched the blade, and it hummed softly in response.
“…So this…”
“…is your true form.” Chen Yin smiled faintly.
“A complete Dao is too much for this world to bear. Your Sword Dao is vast and powerful. This world can only handle so much.”
The Immortal Venerable said seriously, “The Eternal Light Sword might not be the best sword in the world, but it’s the most suitable for you. Only it can contain your Sword Dao, allowing you to unleash its full power. But… use it wisely. It’s not complete yet, and even if it can contain your Dao, you still have to be careful. And…” he suddenly stopped.
Chen Yin was about to ask when the Immortal Venerable shook his head and chuckled wryly.
“Forget it.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Just… don’t let it be tarnished.”
“That’s all I ask.” He handed Chen Yin the sword.
Chen Yin grasped the hilt, and the sword let out a clear, resonant hum, its sound echoing through the heavens.
Then, silence returned.
“I don’t know when we’ll meet again.”
“…Take care.” The Immortal Venerable bowed solemnly.
Chen Yin returned the gesture.
“Take care.”
He turned and, with a flash of sword light, vanished, leaving the Immortal Venerable alone in the silent plaza.
The Immortal Venerable sighed and gently stroked the two child-like figures beside him.
“Mo Cen, Fuyu,”
“Do you think…”
“…I did the right thing?” A hint of sadness touched his lips.
—
Back at the hut, Chen Yin told Yu Ling everything.
Yu Ling’s eyes blazed with fury, and she was about to rush to Mount Buqi, but Chen Yin stopped her.
“…Not yet. We’ll avenge them. But first, we have some unfinished business to attend to.” His eyes narrowed dangerously.
He was talking about the Feng family.
Feng Xiangling was dead, his soul torn to shreds, his ashes scattered before the graves of his former friends.
But his family, the Feng Clan, had vanished without a trace.
Chen Yin knew that Feng Xiangling’s father was involved. He had overheard their conversation.
And the fact that Shen Li still existed in the future, still posing a threat to him, meant that the Feng family was still operating in the shadows, colluding with the Upper Realm.
He wouldn’t let them get away with it.
—
In an inconspicuous house in the city where the Feng family had once resided…
A muffled groan echoed through the night.
“Chen Yin!”
Chen Yin sat calmly in a chair, his clothes stained with blood, watching as Feng Xiangling’s father, his body mangled and broken, writhed on the floor, his face contorted in pain.
“Ha… haha…”
“You’ll never… completely destroy the Feng family! When the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation arrives, you’ll all die! And the Feng family will rise in the Upper Realm!”
He laughed, his mouth filled with blood.
Chen Yin didn’t answer.
His gaze was as cold and unyielding as a glacier.
Feng Xiangling’s father met the same fate as his son, dying in a pool of his own blood.
But he never revealed the location of the hidden Feng clan members. He had anticipated their revenge and had hidden them well.
The continent was vast, with countless hiding places. Chen Yin couldn’t find them all before the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation.
…Perhaps that was why Shen Li still existed in his own time.
It all seemed… preordained. A strange sense of fate and helplessness washed over him.
Perhaps he couldn’t change what was already written.
…If that was the case, he would let it go. He had already destroyed Shen Li in his own time. Events were unfolding as they were meant to.
But at least, Master was still alive in the future.
That meant the outcome of the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation wasn’t entirely disastrous.
—
Chen Yin and Yu Ling built a new hut at the foot of Mount Buqi.
The area around the mountain had been declared a forbidden zone by the sects, their disciples barred from entering.
Their life became quiet and simple.
They spent their days chopping wood, cooking, and exploring the surrounding mountains. Their nights were filled with passion and whispered promises.
The days leading up to the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation weren’t as filled with dread as Chen Yin had expected.
But Yu Ling had changed.
She was no longer the boisterous and carefree girl he had known.
She had become quiet and withdrawn, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a melancholic silence.
She would often sit beside him, her gaze distant and unfocused, lost in thought.
Chen Yin tried to cheer her up, but her smiles were fleeting, her eyes still holding a deep sadness.
It was as if the fearless leader of the Yu Alliance had died on Mount Buqi, along with her friends.
She would often wake up from nightmares, her body trembling as she clung to him, whispering about the children of the Yu Alliance, their eyes filled with tears and blood as they reached out to her.
She was afraid.
Chen Yin had never imagined that the carefree and fearless Yu Ling, the girl who seemed to have no worries, would be so haunted by their deaths.
He didn’t know how long she had been suffering in silence.
He just hoped the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation would arrive soon, so they could finally have their revenge, and Yu Ling could finally find some peace.
—
A month later…
The night was quiet and still, the area around Mount Buqi deserted.
Soft moans echoed from the hut, then Yu Ling collapsed against Chen Yin’s chest, her breath coming in short gasps.
Perhaps only in these moments of shared intimacy could she find a temporary escape from her nightmares.
She cherished these moments.
Afterward, she would become like a docile kitten, snuggling against him, her head resting on his arm.
“…Still thinking about them?”
“…Yes.”
“Maybe if you stop thinking about it, you’ll be able to sleep.”
She shook her head. “It’s fine. I don’t want to sleep. If I forget, I’ll never forgive myself.”
Chen Yin didn’t reply, just held her close and kissed her forehead gently.
“…Chen Yin.”
“I’m here.”
“The Triennial Heavenly Tribulation… can we really defeat those from the Upper Realm?”
“Don’t worry.”
“But what if I can’t?” She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a sudden fear. “Like that day…”
That day on Mount Buqi, facing the giant’s projection, the overwhelming aura had almost paralyzed her.
The memory shattered her confidence, her pride as the leader of the Yu Alliance crumbling like broken glass.
Chen Yin was silent for a moment, then gently stroked her hair.
“I thought Immortal Yu Ling was fearless.”
Just a month ago,
Fear hadn’t been in her vocabulary.
She had faced Grand Clarity Realm experts, powerful Chosen Ones, even a siege by a group of powerful cultivators, without flinching.
But now…
She lay in his arms, her eyes filled with a quiet despair, her voice soft and weak.
Yu Ling didn’t answer, just snuggled closer.
Chen Yin suddenly got up and went outside, leaving her alone in the bed, clutching the blankets.
“What are you doing?” she called out, startled.
“It’s been a while since we last sparred,” Chen Yin said, standing under the moonlight, his eyes clear and bright. “Let’s fight. The Big Sister I know loves to fight.”
Yu Ling hesitated, then got dressed and joined him outside.
Their shadows stretched long and thin in the moonlight.
“…It’s pointless. We’ve sparred before. I can’t beat you. Even if you let me win, it won’t change anything,” she said listlessly.
But Chen Yin shook his head. “I’m not going to hold back. I want to see if you’re strong enough to join me on Mount Buqi. If you can’t defeat me, then there’s no need for you to risk your life. I’ll go alone.”
“But… you promised… you promised to take me with you… to avenge them…”
“I changed my mind.”
He drew the Eternal Light Sword, its blade gleaming in the moonlight.
“If you’re afraid of dying, you will die. And I don’t want you to die. So I won’t take you with me.” He looked at her intently.
Yu Ling had never seen him like this before.
His gaze was complex and filled with a gentle sadness.
He had so much he wanted to say, but he didn’t.
He wanted her to find her own strength.
Yu Ling hesitated, then drew her sword, her gaze meeting his.
“Then I won’t hold back either.” She took a deep breath.
Sword light flashed, illuminating the night as she attacked.
It wasn’t their first spar.
They had often fought playfully, Yu Ling always eager for a challenge, despite never winning.
But this time, she started seriously, her movements swift and precise, her attacks growing stronger and more determined with each passing moment.
Chen Yin easily deflected her attacks, his eyes never leaving her face.
He watched as her anger flared, her determination hardening, her frustration growing with each failed attack.
She was slowly becoming the fearless Yu Ling he knew and admired.
Her eyes, usually so playful and mischievous, now burned with a focused intensity.
She was beautiful, her movements graceful and fluid, like the wind rustling through the night flowers on Ephemeral Mountain.
They fought for a long time.
Until the first rays of dawn painted the sky, and Yu Ling, with a frustrated growl, threw her sword aside.
“Damn it!”
“I can’t beat you! Your swordsmanship is too strong!” She pouted, her head lowered.
Chen Yin just smiled.
“Can’t beat me? Then I’m not taking you with me.”
“No!”
She stormed over to him, her hands on her hips, her eyes wide and challenging.
Before Chen Yin could react, she grabbed his collar and pulled him down, her lips crashing against his.
It was a fierce, demanding kiss, sweet and passionate.
Chen Yin’s face flushed as she finally released him.
“Don’t get cocky just because your swordsmanship is better than mine,” she said, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes sparkling with a playful challenge. “Let’s fight again! Somewhere else! If you can last twelve hours against me, I’ll consider you the winner!”
“Somewhere else? Where?” Chen Yin asked, confused.
“…In bed.”
Before he could respond, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the hut.
“Come on! Let’s go!”
—
It was a draw.
They fought for two days and two nights, their passion consuming them, their bodies entwined, the sheets tangled around them.
Chen Yin had seen Yu Ling’s competitive spirit in bed before,
But never like this.
As if she was trying to drain every last drop of his energy.
Finally, exhausted and spent, they lay there, their bodies intertwined, Yu Ling’s teeth sinking into his shoulder playfully.
“…Big Sister, I give up. You win. Can you let go now?”
“Hmph, that’s more like it.”
She released him, a smug smile on her lips.
“You’re not so tough after all.”