Chapter 300-301 On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 300-301 |
Wu Xuan Cave.
The poisonous miasma, thick and heavy, shrouded the desolate village.
After the attack by the three sects, few people remained.
In the main hall, the Grand Witch, Bi Luo, looked down at Chen Yin from her throne, Lian’er peeking out from behind her.
Chen Yin bowed respectfully. “…I did discuss the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation with Immortal Yu Ling. But… how do I know you’re not lying about the Heavenly Dao Fragments?”
“You already know the answer, don’t you?” Chen Yin’s smile was gentle but firm.
The Grand Witch narrowed her eyes. “Don’t get any ideas. You know how valuable the Heavenly Dao Fragments are. I’m not just going to hand it over. And as for the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation, I only said I would consider it. I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”
Before she could finish, Chen Yin bowed deeply again, his expression sincere.
“Please, Grand Witch, lend us your aid.”
“The Heavenly Dao Fragments seem like treasures, but they’re actually poison. You have people to protect, Grand Witch. Don’t be tempted by such fleeting gains.”
The Grand Witch was silent, her gaze fixed on him.
Don’t believe him! the System’s voice echoed in her mind. He’s just after the Fragment! Don’t give it to him!
But she didn’t listen.
She saw the calm confidence in Chen Yin’s eyes, as if he knew she would agree.
Although she disliked being seen through, she finally sighed.
“…I have one condition.”
“You already know what it is,” she said, her gaze meeting his.
Chen Yin nodded, then turned to Lian’er, who waved at him and mouthed, Play with me later!
He smiled.
Lian’er was the Grand Witch’s last remaining family, her only reason for living. She had considered cooperating with Shen Li, even giving Lian’er her Heavenly Dao Fragment, to protect her during the Tribulation.
It was the same now.
If he could guarantee Lian’er’s safety, the Grand Witch would agree to help.
“Then I thank you, on behalf of all living beings.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” the Grand Witch said, rolling her eyes. “I’m not doing this for the greater good. I don’t care about those things. I’m just repaying a debt.”
Chen Yin bowed again.
“Thank you.”
—
Heavenly Net Sect.
“Absolutely not!”
The Sect Master, Luo Daxian, his large belly shaking, turned away angrily. “My Qiaoqiao is not participating in this dangerous nonsense! We old fogies can risk our lives, but Qiaoqiao is still young! She’s not even married yet! I don’t want her to—”
A swift kick landed squarely on his backside.
His face turned purple.
Luo Qiaoqiao, dressed in a red dress, ignored her father, who was now groaning on the floor, and walked over to Chen Yin, her eyes sparkling.
“You heard him.”
“I’m not married yet. If I die there, my parents will be heartbroken,” she said, her voice soft but firm, a playful pout on her lips.
Chen Yin smiled and ruffled her hair.
“Then I’ll ask for your hand in marriage now.”
Luo Qiaoqiao beamed, her eyes shining with happiness.
“Not yet. After we return, I want a proper proposal.”
Her words caused a stir among the female disciples who were watching them discreetly.
She took Chen Yin’s hand and stood beside him, her usual seductive demeanor replaced by a surprising docility.
Chen Yin turned to Mu Susu, her mother, and bowed respectfully. “Vice Sect Master Mu, I’ll protect Qiaoqiao with my life.”
“You’re too kind, Young Master Chen,” Mu Susu said with a gentle smile. “The Triennial Heavenly Tribulation is everyone’s responsibility. And Qiaoqiao is a grown woman now. She can take care of herself. And her father and I will also be there to protect her. You have more important matters to attend to, Young Master Chen. Don’t worry about us.”
Chen Yin bowed again. “Thank you for your understanding, Vice Sect Master Mu.”
Luo Daxian, still groaning on the floor, glared at them, his face a mask of indignation. Why is no one asking for my opinion?!
Luo Qiaoqiao and Mu Susu just glared back at him, and he sighed dramatically, defeated. So much for being the head of the family.
—
The last stop.
Xianyun Province.
In the dimly lit plaza of the Demonic Path’s altar, a crowd of demonic cultivators stood at the edges, their eyes fixed on the man standing at the top of the steps, their expressions a mixture of fear and awe.
The Demon Lord, dressed in black robes, looked down at Chen Yin, his gaze cold and piercing.
…One of his sleeves was empty.
“The Triennial Heavenly Tribulation…”
He chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in his voice. “You cut off my arm, and now you’re asking for my help? Isn’t that a bit much?”
“You can refuse,” Chen Yin said calmly, his gaze meeting his.
They stared at each other for a long moment, then the Demon Lord smiled faintly.
“…It’s fine.”
“Can I… see the Eternal Light Sword again?” he asked suddenly.
Chen Yin didn’t know why he was so interested in the sword, but he drew it and handed it to him.
The Demon Lord looked at the sword, his fingers tracing its smooth, glass-like surface.
After a moment, he said, “…It’s incomplete.”
“You know?” Chen Yin asked, surprised.
“Perhaps… it’s better that way.”
He handed the sword back to Chen Yin.
“I’ll join you.”
Perhaps this battle should have been preceded by a more dramatic buildup, a sense of impending doom hanging heavy in the air.
But in reality, the day of the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation arrived with an unsettling calmness.
Only a few subtle signs hinted at the coming storm: a sect disciple unable to find their elder, a village suddenly losing its celestial protection…
Everything seemed normal, yet subtly… off.
—
Atop Mount Buqi, the terrain as treacherous and unforgiving as it had been a thousand years ago…
…nothing seemed to have changed.
Chen Yin reached into his pocket, a sudden thought crossing his mind.
He remembered the pendant Si Qing had given him.
But his pocket was empty.
It hadn’t come with him to this time.
A pang of sadness echoed through his heart.
As if the last trace of that cheerful and innocent girl had been erased from existence.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Master said, brushing the dust from her dress, her voice calm and steady, “focus on the present. We’ll avenge them later.”
Chen Yin nodded slowly.
They stood there, side by side, on the desolate mountaintop,
Just like a thousand years ago.
But now, Master, her small hand in his, looked like a little sister clinging to her older brother.
…And below them, at the foot of the mountain, stood more than twenty cultivators.
Familiar faces: Shen Shuanglian, Xiang’er, Luo Qiaoqiao, the Grand Witch Bi Luo… and a few others.
Luo Qiaoqiao’s parents, the two Immortals from the Heavenly Net Sect.
Wan Yunhai, the elegant and charismatic leader of the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion.
The Demon Lord, his face hidden behind a mask.
Even Ju Canghe, the Sect Master of the Canghe Sword Sect, who still held a grudge against Chen Yin, but had come nonetheless.
And someone Chen Yin hadn’t expected. Ye Huang.
The once-renowned swordsman, whose talent had been surpassed only by Chen Yin.
After overcoming his inner demons and entrusting his daughter to the Kunpeng Sect, he had reached Grand Clarity and comprehended the Sword Dao.
He had come with the Grand Elder of the Kunpeng Sect.
“I should have died with my wife, but I couldn’t leave my daughter alone. Now that she’s safe, I can finally repay my debt to Brother Chen,” he had said.
Chen Yin had simply nodded in acknowledgment. Some things didn’t need to be said.
High above, Luo Luo, her nine tails swaying gently in the wind, her eyes fixed on the sky, a nervous expression on her face, stood guard with Qingying by her side.
“Are you still nervous?”
“I-I’m still not proficient enough…” Luo Luo’s voice was filled with a hesitant fear, but she forced a brave smile. “I’m so useless. If only I were as strong as Mother…”
“Don’t underestimate yourself, Luo Luo. You’re already very strong.”
Qingying sighed. “I’m the useless one. I finally reached Grand Clarity, but I haven’t comprehended the Dao. I can only stand here and watch.”
“I wish I could fight with them.”
“But I would be even more nervous without you, Sister Qingying,” Luo Luo said, nuzzling her cheek against Qingying’s arm affectionately.
Qingying blushed and patted her head. “You’re already very strong, Luo Luo. If you succeed, it will make things much easier for us.”
They exchanged a look, their eyes filled with a silent encouragement.
—
A sense of anticipation, mixed with a hint of fear, hung heavy in the air. They were all facing the unknown, and the unknown was always terrifying.
But the two who had witnessed the last Triennial Heavenly Tribulation, Chen Yin and Yu Ling, were surprisingly calm.
Chen Yin sat on the ground, Yu Ling in his arms, like a small, delicate doll.
“You really gathered a lot of people this time,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“They’re not all here voluntarily,” Master said casually.
Chen Yin: “…”
“You’re quite persuasive.”
“I’m the oldest Grand Clarity Realm Immortal. I have some influence.”
“But…” her eyes lowered slightly, “I don’t know if it’s enough.”
“If it’s not, then we’ve done our best,” Chen Yin said, gently stroking her hair. “And we’re more prepared this time. It’s time to give those Upper Realm bastards a surprise.”
Master snuggled closer. “And this time, there won’t be any traitors.”
At the mention of the word “traitor,” Chen Yin’s eyes darkened slightly.
“…Still thinking about him?”
“Yes,” he said quietly, “if I had been more careful, perhaps I could have stopped him. Perhaps they would still be—”
“There are no ‘what ifs’,” Master said, placing her hand over his mouth, her eyes shining brightly. “Do you know what I learned after mastering the Dao of Time? The only thing we can change is the future. Not the past. Time is fair to everyone. Even if you comprehend it, it won’t show you any mercy. If I had told you the truth earlier, if you had tried to save them, it wouldn’t have changed anything. You might have even died with them. So stop dwelling on the past and focus on the present. Let’s think about how we’re going to make those Upper Realm bastards pay.”
She waved her fist playfully.
Chen Yin nodded and rested his chin on her head.
“The only thing we can change is the future.”
“Yes.”
“So, in the future… do you think you and Xiang’er would be willing to… entertain me… together?”
“Such a tempting offer. I’ve been eyeing Xiang’er for a while now.”
“…Forget it,” Chen Yin sighed.
Their playful banter, a brief moment of lightness before the storm.
As they spoke, the sky suddenly darkened.
Luo Luo’s fur stood on end, and she let out a low growl, her body tense as she stared at the sky.
Everyone noticed the sudden change.
Chen Yin gently placed Master on the ground.
“…They’re here,” he whispered, his eyes narrowing.