Chapter 379-380 On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 379-380

On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives

Outside the void created by Qian Yuan, Luo Luo paced anxiously, her tail swishing back and forth. She and Luo Qiaoqiao couldn’t sense what was happening inside. Luo Luo could no longer feel Chen Yin’s presence, her worry growing with each passing moment. She looked at Luo Qiaoqiao, who, despite appearing calmer, was also deeply worried. Are they really going to fight to the death?

Qian Yuan and Long Shu watched in silence.

Finally, Qian Yuan spoke, his voice filled with a quiet frustration. “…I thought my move would be enough to determine the outcome. But I underestimated you.”

“Don’t give me too much credit,” Long Shu chuckled wryly, “I didn’t originally intend to choose him.”

Qian Yuan’s expression turned strange. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said,” Long Shu sighed. “I originally left the Guixu Scroll for my disciple in another world. I hoped he would experience the joys and sorrows of the mortal realm, then ascend and become my… answer to the Heavenly Dao. But both my disciples failed. And when I had given up hope, someone else… took his place. And… exceeded all my expectations.”

He had obtained the Guixu Scroll, collected the Heavenly Dao Fragments, mastered the Three Swords of Guixu, obtained the Eternal Light Sword and forged its sword spirit, even retrieved the statue and his own mortal bones. He had been in the right place at the right time, defying all odds, all expectations.

Qian Yuan, his fingers tracing the red thread of causality, frowned slightly. “Gu Changliu… a pity. I didn’t even notice him. A strange twist of fate. Perhaps it’s beyond the realm of causality.” He looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing the veil of reality, reaching towards the deepest recesses of the Void. “Heavenly Dao… was this… your choice?”

“Who knows?” Long Shu smiled.

“So… what’s your level now?” Master asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she looked at Chen Yin. “Are you a Dao Venerable?”

Chen Yin chuckled and nodded. “I think so.”

He had felt it, the moment his Third Sword struck.

It had severed so many things.

The river of time that separated him from Master.

The tangled threads of causality that bound them.

And the final shackles that had held him back.

He had felt a sense of… liberation, his body light and free, like a cloud, or a raindrop falling from the sky, merging with the stream, then the river, then the vast, endless ocean.

“I still can’t believe it,” Master said, her voice filled with a playful annoyance, “we both have two Daos, and I even taught you the Dao of Life and Death! And my Dao of Time is no weaker than your Sword Dao! Why can’t I defeat you?!”

“…Are you… jealous?” he teased.

“Shut up!” She kicked him playfully. “So you’re a Dao Venerable now. How are you going to replace the Heavenly Dao?”

“Aren’t you curious about how my sword defeated yours?” he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Did you ever wonder… why it took me so long to reach the Dao Realm?”

Master paused, then her eyes widened in realization, her voice a stammering whisper.

“No… way… Three Daos?! How long were you in the scroll’s space?!”

Chen Yin just smiled at her, saying nothing.

The answer didn’t matter.

What mattered was that he was here now,

Which meant… everything he had done, all his efforts, all his sacrifices… had been worth it.

Master’s lips trembled slightly, then she lowered her head, her voice soft and filled with a gentle concern. “You idiot… why would you push yourself so hard…?”

“I told you, I’m a simple man. I don’t know how to be romantic. This is all I can do.”

“That’s… not very ‘simple’,” she mumbled. “So what’s your third Dao?”

Chen Yin smiled, then his expression turned serious as he looked towards the distance.

Master followed his gaze, her eyes widening slightly.

Not just them,

But Luo Luo and Luo Qiaoqiao outside the void,

Yu Zhen and Liu Xiangyun in the Yu Manor,

Lin Xian and the other competitors on the arena stage,

The countless spectators in Lin Yuan City,

Even Shen Shuanglian, Xiang’er, Qing Mei Niang, the Luo family, Mo Xun, Nan Xiaoxiang, and Bi Luo in the Lower Realm…

They all felt it, a strange tremor in their hearts, their gazes drawn towards the same distant point.

Most of them didn’t understand what was happening, just a sudden, inexplicable tightening in their chests.

Only those at the Dao Realm or above could truly sense it.

“What’s happening?” Lin Xian exclaimed, his voice filled with alarm. “Who’s devouring the Heavenly Dao?! I… I can’t feel my Dao anymore!”

“Me neither! What’s going on?!”

“The Heavenly Dao… it’s collapsing!”

Panic spread through the crowd.

Meanwhile, at the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches Palace…

No, not just the palace…

…the entire Desolate Origin Realm…

…was being consumed by a darkness, a pure, all-encompassing darkness that devoured everything in its path, erasing all color, all form, all existence.

At the center of the palace, a Silver General sat slumped on the ground, his eyes filled with despair as he looked up at Gu Tian, his figure now partially consumed by the darkness.

“Why… Dao Venerable…?”

“Weren’t you going to avenge us…?”

“Hahaha,” Gu Tian’s laughter echoed through the void, his body now almost completely enveloped by the darkness, “my Dao of Annihilation… it has devoured so many Heavenly Dao Fragments… it’s finally strong enough to consume the Heavenly Dao itself! Once I become the Heavenly Dao, all things will be plunged into eternal silence and darkness! There will be no more injustice, no more cycle of life and death, only… oblivion! Everything will become one with the void!”

“You’ll be reunited with your brothers then.”

The Silver General bit his lip, his eyes filled with a bitter resignation, then he crushed his Dao Core and his soul, ending his own life.

Gu Tian ignored him, his eyes closed, savoring the feeling of the world dissolving around him, consumed by his power.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked towards the other two Dao Venerables, his voice echoing through the Void.

“Long Shu, Qian Yuan,”

“It seems…”

“…I’ve won.”

Outside the Void, Long Shu and Qian Yuan watched in silence, their expressions grim.

“Gu Tian…” Qian Yuan sighed, his eyes closing slightly, “I didn’t expect… such a drastic turn of events… at the very end…”

“What do we do?” he asked, turning to Long Shu, “do we stop him?”

Long Shu hesitated, then shook his head. “His Dao of Annihilation has devoured too much of the Heavenly Dao. We can’t stop him. Not anymore.”

Qian Yuan was silent for a moment. “Then we can only…”

“We can only…” Long Shu sighed, “…rely on that boy.”

Inside the Void, Chen Yin looked towards the Desolate Origin Realm, his expression grim.

A soft hand gently grasped his.

“I know where you’re going,” Master said, her eyes meeting his, “and I won’t stop you. I just have one request. Xiang’er is still young… don’t let her be a widow. You have other women waiting for you.”

Chen Yin nodded slowly.

“Don’t worry. Even if he doesn’t devour the Heavenly Dao, I won’t forget what he did to the Yu Alliance. It’s time to settle the score.”

“And…” he ruffled her hair playfully, making her pout, “even if we have children… you’ll give me the first one.”

“No way! It hurts! And children are annoying!”

“Then no children.”

“But… it feels like something’s missing without children…”

“So are we having them or not?”

“Come back first,” she said, pinching his ear playfully, “it’s just a little pain, a little… inconvenience. As long as you come back safe… I’ll give you a whole litter of chubby little brats. How about that?”

Chen Yin chuckled. “One is enough.”

“No, one will be bullied by the other children.”

“Are you already planning that far ahead? Are you worried about their kindergarten applications now?”

“Just go!” She kicked him playfully.

Chen Yin brushed himself off and grinned at her, his smile so carefree and innocent that it made her heart ache.

She closed her eyes, a soft smile on her lips.

“…Brat,” she whispered,

“Come back soon.”

One year in the Upper Realm, ten years in the Lower Realm, had passed.

Abyssal Gaze Realm.

Even after a year, the story of the Solitary Dao Venerable devouring the Heavenly Dao was still the main topic of conversation.

“…That day, the Dao of Annihilation plunged the heavens into darkness, the sun and moon falling from the sky. Wherever the darkness touched, life withered and died…”

“But the Qian Yuan Dao Venerable and the Long Shu Dao Venerable had a backup plan! The nameless Sword God who had once defeated all the experts of the world!”

“It sounds simple, but it was a perilous battle! At the last moment, the Sword God, alone, entered the Dao Venerable’s domain and fought against him in a battle that shook the very foundations of reality!”

“What happened? Who won?”

“Who knows? It’s been a year, and there’s been no news. Life goes on.”

“So they probably both died.”

Ten years later, in the Lower Realm, Yanxia Province…

Xiaoxiang Clinic had been closed for years.

Everyone in Yanxia Province mourned its closure, wondering what had become of the renowned Physician Nan.

One day, she had simply closed the clinic, dismissed her staff, and vanished without a trace.

No one knew where she had gone, only that her disciples, now skilled physicians themselves, had established clinics throughout the land, carrying on her legacy, treating everyone, regardless of their status or wealth.

The Mist Spirit Sect had been on the verge of a golden age, under the leadership of Shen Shuanglian, the Frost Moon Sword Immortal.

But one day, she disappeared, leaving behind only a few letters, instructions for the sect’s future, her destination unknown.

Even without her, the Mist Spirit Sect, thanks to its alliances with the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion and the Heavenly Net Sect, remained a powerful force in the cultivation world, its disciples thriving.

Qinglian City had opened its gates.

Not only because the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation was no more, but also because a new threat had emerged: the ancient beasts from the Heavenly Path Perilous Domain.

Qinglian City became their sanctuary, after Qing Mei Niang and Luo Luo had soundly defeated them, forcing them to submit.

The city grew, attracting more and more demons, until it encompassed an entire province, known as the Demon Province.

Qing Mei Niang, the ruler of the demon realm, maintained a peaceful coexistence with humanity, their trade and interactions flourishing.

But one day, she and Luo Luo vanished without a trace, leaving the demon clans to squabble amongst themselves, their power struggles confined within the Demon Province, their fear of the outside world keeping them in check.

But the most talked-about event of the past decade was the disappearance of Mount Yu, once known as a paradise for cultivators, a place where even Grand Clarity Realm experts showed respect. People gradually forgot about Immortal Yu Ling, the once invincible cultivator, the former leader of the Yu Alliance, the strict yet also caring Master.

It was as if the mountain had never existed, its legends fading into myth.

But Mount Yu still existed.

In a pavilion by the river, Nan Xiaoxiang, dressed in white, sat clumsily trying to pour herself a cup of tea.

Qingying quickly took the teapot from her and poured her a cup. “Seriously, how many times do I have to tell you? Let me do it. You need to be more careful.”

Nan Xiaoxiang rolled her eyes playfully. “Are you disgusted by my big belly? Why don’t you try getting pregnant and see how you like it?”

Qingying blushed and looked away. “I… I don’t think I’d be a very good mother. I’d probably end up using my Secret Division training on them, starving them for days, throwing them into a pit of demons…”

She shuddered at the thought.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the willow trees by the riverbank as she watched a group of children playing on the other side, a wistful expression on her face. “What’s the point of having children? So much pain and trouble, just to torture yourself.”

“Look at Xiang’er. Ever since Yu Chen was born, she’s been constantly angry, complaining about wrinkles and stretch marks.”

“She just pretends to be annoyed. She loves that little brat,” Nan Xiaoxiang chuckled. “You wouldn’t understand. You’ve never been a mother.”

“I don’t want to be,” Qingying mumbled, but she couldn’t help but wonder if she should ask Chen Yin to… give her a child…

“Dinner’s ready!” a voice called out, and the children, shouting “Mama Luo Luo made delicious food again!”, ran towards the house.

Qingying and Nan Xiaoxiang exchanged smiles.

In the study, Yu Ling stared at the textbooks on the table – elementary school math, middle school science, even a thick exam preparation guide – her eye twitching.

After a while, she threw her pen down in frustration.

“I can’t do this! Go ask your Mama Shen!”

A cute little girl with wide, innocent eyes looked at her, her lower lip trembling slightly.

“Mama Shen is with Sister Ling’er.”

“Then ask Mama Luo!”

“Mama Luo went to visit her grandparents.”

“Then ask your father! Anyone but me! I can’t look at another math problem!”

The little girl picked up her homework, her face downcast.

Qing Mei Niang entered, glaring at Yu Ling. “Little Ling’er! Stop bullying her! Come on, Yan’er, let’s go eat. Ignore your mother.”

“I… you…” Yu Ling glared at Qing Mei Niang, speechless. She couldn’t believe how much Qing Mei Niang had changed since Chen Yan’s birth, doting on the little girl, scolding Yu Ling for even the slightest reprimand.

Women are such liars.

Outside, Xiang’er was scolding the children, telling them to wash their hands and sit properly. Luo Luo and Lian’er were setting the table, and Bi Luo, wearing an apron, was busy in the kitchen.

Yu Chen, the most mischievous of the children, reached for a piece of meat, and Xiang’er slapped his hand playfully. “Yu Chen! How many times have I told you not to eat before your father gets back?! Where are your manners?!”

“Why wait? Sister Ling’er is here. Father won’t come home,” he grumbled.

Just then, the door opened slightly, and a man, his movements cautious and stealthy, tiptoed into the dining room. He put a finger to his lips, silencing the children, then whispered to Luo Luo, “Is Ye Ling’er still here?”

“She’s not leaving until she sees you,” Luo Luo giggled, her ears twitching playfully.

“Oh, no…” he groaned, then froze as a sharp voice called out his name.

“Chen Yin!”

He turned around, a nervous smile on his face. “Oh, it’s you, Ling’er. Here for dinner again?”

“Stop playing dumb,” Ye Ling’er, now a tall and beautiful young woman, stood before him, her hands on her hips, her gaze unwavering, “when are you going to make me your wife?”

“Please, spare me! I’m just a lecher, not a stud! And your father is my friend! I would never…!”

“Don’t even mention Father!” Tears welled up in her eyes at the mention of Ye Huang.

“Please, don’t cry! The children are watching…”

“I don’t care! You have so many wives already! What’s one more?!”

“I didn’t know you would be so… precocious…” he said, exasperated.

“I’m not a child anymore!” She puffed out her chest proudly. “I’m twenty! I can get married!”

“That’s not the point… ow…” He looked at the women, their eyes twinkling with amusement, and the children, who were giggling and whispering, and sighed.

…Kids these days…

That night, Nan Xiaoxiang, her belly large with child, read a bedtime story to little Chen Zhan.

On Mount Yu, the Mist Yu flowers swayed gently in the evening breeze, their fragrance sweet and intoxicating.

Chen Yin sat on the mountaintop, gazing up at the stars.

“Are you going back to your ‘Master Chen’ persona tomorrow?” Master’s voice came from behind him, also filled with a quiet weariness.

Chen Yin shrugged. “I’m not very good at teaching. But those kids… they need constant supervision.”

He was talking about Si Xiaoyu, Hua Wanwan, Hu Shi, and the other children he had met in Ziqing Province, all of them reincarnations of the Yu Alliance members.

After seeing the pendant around Si Xiaoyu’s neck, he had asked Qian Yuan to check their causality, and they had seen the familiar faces of Si Qing, Hua Yulian, Luo Xiaoxiao, Hu Li… “Big Sister!” their cheerful voices echoed in his memories.

He had chosen a new identity, Master Chen, a teacher at a local school, watching over them, their playful banter and childish squabbles a comforting reminder of the Yu Alliance.

“Do you think… they’ll fall for you again, in this life?” Master asked, sitting down beside him.

Chen Yin thought for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t know.”

But he wouldn’t interfere. If they found happiness with someone else, he would support them, protect them.

But perhaps, as Qian Yuan had said,

“Causality is about acceptance, about surrendering to fate.”

He remembered Hua Wanwan, her cheeks flushed as she had pulled him aside and given him a jade pendant, Si Xiaoyu watching them from afar, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and jealousy.

“We’ll see,” he said with a sigh.

Master pouted. “If we leave it to fate, you would have died a long time ago.”

Chen Yin thought for a moment. “It’s been ten years.”

His battle with Gu Tian had been a silent, unseen clash. No earth-shattering explosions, no dramatic pronouncements. He had simply stripped Gu Tian of his Dao, reducing him to a mortal, then, with cold, methodical precision, he had dismembered him, his remains buried before the graves of the Yu Alliance.

“I still remember the look in his eyes… disbelief, resentment, despair…” Chen Yin chuckled dryly. “He couldn’t understand how he, after all his planning and scheming, after finally being able to devour the Heavenly Dao… could be defeated by… me.”

Master chuckled. “I didn’t understand it either. I couldn’t figure out your third Dao… how could you be so strong?”

“Do you understand now?” Chen Yin looked at the city lights below, twinkling like distant stars.

Master nodded.

If there was a Dao that transcended all others, unbound by the rules of heaven and earth, unaffected by time and space, then it had to be a Dao unlike any other, a Dao that hadn’t existed before.

It had emerged later, after the Heavenly Dao had established the rules of the world, the cycle of life and death, the movement of the sun and moon, everything following a predetermined path.

But there was one thing that defied all rules, all order.

Chaotic and unpredictable, yet also beautiful and profound. Selfish and selfless, insignificant and grand, cruel and kind.

It was both a Dao and a living being.

“…Human emotions. Joy and sorrow, love and hate, hope and despair…”

“So fragile, yet so powerful.”

“Perhaps this world… no longer needs a Heavenly Dao, a set of rules imposed upon it. There’s no need for gods or demons, for tribulations or destinies. Just… people. And their stories. Humanity… is the Heavenly Dao.” Chen Yin closed his eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

Master listened quietly, her heart filled with a newfound understanding. She hadn’t cared about these grand, cosmic concepts before. But seeing the familiar yet also unfamiliar faces of Si Xiaoyu and the other children, she finally understood.

“If humans didn’t have emotions,” she said, a soft smile on her lips, “wouldn’t that be… boring? Then I wouldn’t have fallen for a shameless, perverted, loli-loving old man like you.”

“And I wouldn’t have fallen for a fickle, lecherous womanizer like you,” Master retorted playfully.

“Hey! Are you asking for another spanking?”

“You’ve been using that as an excuse for years! My ass is numb already!”

“What? You have a problem with that?”

“Yes! Remember when Zhan’er was six months old, and you went to ‘practice swordsmanship’ with Sword Maiden instead of buying diapers?!”

“Are you bringing up old grudges now?”

“Are you feeling guilty?”

“You bitch! I’ve had enough! Let’s break up!”

“Fine! I’ll steal all your women and turn them into my… hey! What are you doing?! That’s cheating… mmm!”

Their lips met, their tongues intertwining, their playful banter ending in a passionate kiss.

The wind rustled the leaves of the Mist Yu flowers on Mount Yu, their fragrance sweet and intoxicating,

As if it would linger there forever.

<The End>