Chapter 365-366 On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 365-366 |
The next day, Chen Yin woke up sore and exhausted. Luo Qiaoqiao was a passionate lover, her fiery enthusiasm both captivating and draining. And Luo Luo, still new to the joys of physical intimacy, was surprisingly demanding. He had thought he would have some time to rest and recover in the Upper Realm, but it seemed his hopes were dashed.
“Mmm~ Morning,” Luo Qiaoqiao’s sleepy voice came from behind him. She was wearing a thin red nightgown as she walked over and poured herself a cup of tea. “A new day, a new beginning. Time for some serious business.”
“The only serious business right now is finding Master,” Chen Yin said, sighing. “But I have no idea where to start. We ascended from the same place. She can’t be that far away.”
“Don’t worry, Immortal Yu Ling isn’t a child. She can take care of herself. We’ll find her,” Luo Qiaoqiao said reassuringly.
Chen Yin sat down opposite her and took a sip of her tea.
“There’s something I’ve been wondering about,” he said, his voice low and thoughtful. “There must be many ascended cultivators from countless Lower Realms. But I haven’t heard of any. Have they all been… captured by the Dao Venerable?”
“It’s possible,” Luo Qiaoqiao said, sipping her tea. “He’s the most powerful being in the Desolate Origin Realm. Few can escape his grasp.”
“Then we don’t have much time. We have to find Master quickly.”
“Why does the Upper Realm look down on the Lower Realm so much?” Luo Qiaoqiao asked, tilting her head slightly.
And the Chosen Ones.
That was a mystery he had been pondering for a long time.
From his conversation with Jiazi during the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation, it seemed that the Upper Realm was using Chosen Ones as… nourishment, harvesting them periodically.
But what were the Heavenly Dao Fragments? Why did they exist? What was the purpose of the Chosen Ones?
These were the questions he needed to answer.
Abyssal Gaze Realm. Yu Manor.
Yu Ling, dressed in an elegant gown, her hair styled in an elaborate updo, looked like a refined young lady from a wealthy family.
But as you got closer, you could hear her muttering angrily under her breath.
“What is this ridiculous outfit?! I can’t even move my legs! Do you people walk on your hands?! Your taste is atrocious! Give me back my dress!”
Her mother, Liu Xiangyun, looked at her husband, Yu Zhen, whose face was darkening with displeasure. “It’s alright, dear. She grew up in the wild. It’s understandable that she’s a bit… uncivilized.”
Yu Zhen sighed. “It’s our fault for not raising her properly.”
“But look at her,” Liu Xiangyun said, her face beaming with pride as she gently stroked Yu Ling’s hair, “she’s so beautiful! She’s even more beautiful than I was at her age! And her cultivation is so impressive! She’s already reached the Immortal Realm! A true prodigy of the Yu family!”
Yu Ling hated their condescending gazes, their patronizing smiles.
But she didn’t know how to react.
It was the first time she had experienced anything resembling parental affection. She had been an orphan all her life, alone and without a family.
She had lived for a thousand years, waiting for Chen Yin, seen the world, experienced countless joys and sorrows. She was old enough to be their ancestor.
But she had no experience with family.
She couldn’t adapt to their sudden and overwhelming affection, their constant fussing and attention.
She felt a strange sense of… revulsion.
“I… I’m not used to this,” she said, pushing her mother away, her brow furrowed in annoyance, “I still haven’t… accepted you as my parents. Can you just… give me some space? Even if it’s true, I need time to… adjust. This… forced intimacy… it’s making me nauseous.”
Liu Xiangyun’s face fell, and Yu Zhen, although annoyed, held his tongue. “Very well. We’ll tolerate your rudeness for now. It takes time to learn proper etiquette. Once we find you a suitable husband, you’ll settle down.”
“A husband? You’re going to find me a husband?” Yu Ling looked at them as if they were idiots.
“Marriage is a serious matter,” Liu Xiangyun said quickly, “it’s best to have your parents’ guidance. But don’t worry, with our family’s status, we’ll find you the perfect match.”
Yu Ling almost laughed. She was over a thousand years old. She wasn’t bound by their outdated traditions and customs. Their insistence on finding her a husband was absurd.
“You’re… misunderstanding something,” she said, taking a deep breath, her patience wearing thin. “First, I don’t expect you to understand the concept of… free will and choosing your own partner. It’s probably beyond your comprehension. Second, I already have a man. In the Lower Realm. I don’t need you to find me a husband. It’s ridiculous. And lastly, this whole ‘treating me like a child’ thing… it’s making me want to vomit.”
She stood up and pulled out the hairpin her mother had so carefully placed in her hair, letting her long, black hair cascade down her back. “I’ve lived in the Lower Realm for a long time. A thousand years, to be exact. Compared to me, you’re the children.”
Liu Xiangyun stared at her, stunned, and Yu Zhen’s face darkened with anger. “A man?! You’re married to someone from the Lower Realm?!”
“Yes,” Yu Ling retorted, “what was I supposed to do for a thousand years? Did you expect me to be… celibate?”
“Hmph! Absolutely not! A Yu family member marrying a Lower Realm ant?! Preposterous!” He ignored his wife’s attempts to calm him down.
“You’ve been misled, child, but it doesn’t matter. A Lower Realm ant marrying into our family? A ridiculous notion! We’ll find you a suitable husband here, and you’ll forget all about that… creature.”
Yu Ling sighed. …They’re not listening. They didn’t realize she was a thousand years old, their words, their condescending tone, infuriating her. And that derogatory term, “Lower Realm ant,” was the final straw.
“Then there’s nothing more to say. Just pretend I died in the Lower Realm. Pretend you never had a daughter.”
She turned to leave, but Yu Zhen’s voice boomed through the room. “Stop! Don’t you dare walk away from me! I’ll teach you some manners!”
A powerful aura, far beyond that of an Immortal, surged towards her. He was probably at the Dao Realm.
But Yu Ling didn’t even flinch.
The aura stopped inches from her, time seeming to freeze around them.
She turned around, drew her sword, and walked towards him, her steps slow and deliberate, her gaze cold and hard.
“You should be grateful I still believe you’re my parents. Otherwise, I would have killed you for that ‘Lower Realm ant’ comment.” She placed the tip of her sword against his throat.
Yu Zhen stared at her, his eyes wide with shock, his body frozen, unable to move.
Liu Xiangyun also stared at her, her face pale with terror, her mouth open but no sound coming out.
“Don’t you understand? I’ve lived for a thousand years! And you’re treating me like a child?! It’s ridiculous! And you want to find me a husband? A joke!” She chuckled dryly. “I’m perfectly happy with my man. You won’t find anyone better. I’ve already given him my body, I’m not interested in anyone else. Consider me dead. Forget you ever had a daughter.”
She pressed the sword against his chest, drawing a thin line of blood.
Yu Zhen’s face twitched, and Liu Xiangyun’s eyes filled with tears.
But Yu Ling’s gaze remained cold and unwavering.
When you’ve lived for a thousand years, you realize…
…that rules and traditions are meaningless.
Morality, filial piety… they’re not absolute.
She had no emotional connection to these people, and she wouldn’t sacrifice her own happiness for some meaningless blood relation.
As she was about to draw a deeper wound,
A voice, soft and gentle, yet also filled with an undeniable authority, echoed through the Void.
“…Enough.”
“Little Sister.”
Yu Ling’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Time resumed its flow, and Yu Zhen stumbled backward, clutching his bleeding chest, gasping for air, while Liu Xiangyun collapsed on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
Yu Ling, her sword still in her hand, looked towards the window, where a face was slowly forming in the clouds.
“…Qian Yuan Dao Venerable?” she asked coldly.
“I prefer…”
“…Big Brother,” a gentle voice replied.
Above the endless sea of clouds…
As Yu Ling stepped out of the Yu Manor, she found herself here, atop the clouds. She wasn’t surprised, just looked calmly at the swirling mist,
And at the face that was slowly forming in the clouds, a handsome man with kind eyes and a gentle smile.
“Nice to meet you, Little Sister,” the man’s voice echoed through the clouds, deep and resonant.
“I don’t know you,” Yu Ling retorted. “I’m not your little sister.”
“It doesn’t matter. I know you, and that’s enough.” His voice was calm and steady, like an ancient Buddha’s.
“The seed of causality I planted within you has finally blossomed. You’ve finally returned.”
Yu Ling looked at him, her heart pounding in her chest.
It was the first time she had faced a Dao Venerable.
And although it was just a face in the clouds, she could feel his power, vast and immeasurable, like the heavens themselves.
She hadn’t felt this vulnerable, this… small… since that day on Mount Buqi, a thousand years ago, facing the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation with the children of the Yu Alliance.
For the first time, she doubted her Dao of Time could protect her.
“You’re even more impressive than I imagined,” the man continued, his voice still calm and steady, “the Heavenly Dao is dead. The Dao of Time was once considered the most likely successor, the supreme Dao. But it’s incredibly difficult to master, let alone achieve Dao Venerable status. However, you’re my little sister. I believe you can do it.”
Yu Ling shook her head slowly. “I’m not interested in becoming a Dao Venerable. But I have many questions. If you’re really my brother, will you answer them?”
“Of course.” He nodded.
“What did you mean by ‘the Heavenly Dao is dead’?”
“Exactly what I said.”
As his voice echoed through the clouds, images flooded Yu Ling’s mind, visions of a world in chaos, the heavens shattered, the Dao fragmented.
“All things are governed by the Heavenly Dao. But millions of years ago, it began to crumble. The Great Dao shattered into countless fragments, scattered throughout the world, giving rise to cultivation and the pursuit of immortality. We, the Dao Venerables, are merely… the loudest voices among them. But as long as the Heavenly Dao remains broken, the world will never be whole. Someone has to replace it, to restore balance and order.”
Yu Ling struggled to process the immense amount of information, her brow furrowed in concentration. “So only those who have mastered a complete Dao can replace the Heavenly Dao. And those are… the Dao Venerables?”
“Indeed,” he nodded. “Among countless beings, only three have ever achieved this: myself, Gu Tian, and Long Shu. But even we, who have reached the pinnacle of cultivation, are still one step away from… true enlightenment. Our Daos are equal, meaning… none of us are strong enough to replace the Heavenly Dao.”
His words answered a question that had been plaguing Yu Ling for a long time.
“…Then I understand…”
She looked at him, her eyes narrowed slightly, her voice cold. “…the purpose of the Heavenly Dao Fragments.”
“…Indeed.” He didn’t try to hide it, his voice still calm and steady.
“The Heavenly Dao shattered, its fragments scattered throughout the world, bestowing blessings and opportunities upon all living beings. But they are still… fragments. At first, it was Gu Tian’s idea, to use those who had obtained these fragments as… nourishment, devouring their Dao comprehension, their blessings, their very essence. And when he discovered that it strengthened his own Dao, he couldn’t stop. He hunted down every Chosen One in his realm, every cultivator who had touched a Heavenly Dao Fragment. They all became… food. …Your friends, among them.”
Yu Ling’s gaze hardened.
“You know about them?”
“I’ve comprehended the Dao of Causality. I can see the threads of fate that connect all things. And your fate… is an open book to me.” He looked at her, his gaze piercing.
Yu Ling’s fists clenched. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. “Then why didn’t you save them?!”
“Because fate, once set in motion, cannot be changed. And I can’t fight against Gu Tian. If we, the Dao Venerables, were to clash, the already weakened Heavenly Dao wouldn’t be able to withstand the strain. It would shatter completely, plunging the world into chaos. But,” he paused, his voice changing slightly, “I’ve seen the threads of causality, and they all lead to… you. The Dao of Time… no one has ever mastered it. If you succeed, Little Sister, if you become a Dao Venerable… perhaps you can finally end this cosmic game, this endless cycle of destruction.”
As he spoke, Yu Ling’s body trembled, visions flashing before her eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within her heart: confusion, shock, despair, resignation… then a chilling silence.
“Is it… true?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“You already know the answer, don’t you, Little Sister?” He looked at her, his gaze calm and steady.
Yu Ling lowered her head, her mind reeling.
It had all been… preordained.
Her fall to the Lower Realm hadn’t been an accident.
It had been fate.
She was meant to fall.
Meant to meet the Yu Alliance. Meant to become Gu Tian’s enemy.
And meant to fall in love.
To fall in love with a man she would wait a thousand years for.
…Chen Yin.
She was meant to create that time loop, that closed circle of causality.
Meant to be bound to him by the Mist Yu flower, a flower that didn’t even exist in this world.
He was just a tool, a pawn in her journey towards mastering the Dao of Time.
His entire existence, a script written for her,
Including her love for him.
“Every cause has its effect, and every effect has its cause. This tribulation, this cosmic game, has been going on for eons. We, the three Dao Venerables, have been searching for a way to end it. Gu Tian refuses to give up, clinging to the Heavenly Dao Fragments, hoping to absorb enough power to replace the Heavenly Dao. I haven’t told our parents about you. But I trust you’ll understand.” He looked at her intently. “You, Little Sister, are my final gambit.”
A profound sense of helplessness washed over Yu Ling, a despair deeper than she had felt when Chen Yin left her, a thousand years ago.
She wasn’t afraid of him lying, of his hidden motives.
She was afraid that he was telling the truth.
That her love for Chen Yin, their entire relationship, was just a thread in the grand tapestry of causality,
A fleeting moment, insignificant in the grand scheme of things, easily erased, rewritten.
She couldn’t accept that.
Seeing her silence, her head lowered, her lips pressed together tightly, Qian Yuan didn’t press her, but said gently, “About your… beloved… perhaps I should call him… brother-in-law. Chen Yin. His fate… is also quite interesting. As a welcoming gift, Little Sister, I’ll let you see it. Are you… interested?”
Yu Ling’s eyes flickered with a sudden fear.
She didn’t know what she was about to see.
And she didn’t know if she wanted to.
She had a feeling that once she saw it, there would be no turning back.
But after a long moment of hesitation, she nodded slowly.
Qian Yuan’s face dissipated, and the clouds swirled and churned, Yu Ling standing there, motionless, like a statue, lost in thought.
After a while, she chuckled softly, her laughter tinged with a bittersweet sadness.
“So… that’s how it is…”
She turned and walked away, her steps unsteady, her mind reeling, and she found herself back in the garden of the Yu Manor, everything exactly as she had left it, as if time hadn’t passed at all.
As she walked towards the house, her parents rushed to greet her.
“My child…” Liu Xiangyun’s voice was filled with a hesitant concern.
But Yu Ling just looked at them and smiled faintly, her face pale.
“Father, Mother.”
“Perhaps… you were right.”
Her parents exchanged confused glances.
“What do you mean, my child?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said, her eyes lowering slightly, her voice barely a whisper, the echoes of a thousand years, of laughter and tears, of love and loss, swirling around her,
“…find me a husband.”
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