Chapter 2
03 was still assuring the host of its service quality from a distance, when suddenly, everything blurred and the host and the pink-dressed woman at the foot of the stairs disappeared, leaving only it floating in the empty air.
“…”
Something is wrong, 03 open the task panel.
It has served all kinds of hosts, acting like a parasite on them, going in and out with them, and has never been abandoned by them.
The task panel is also empty, with no prompts.
03 calmed down for a moment, sent another error report to the main system, extracted a blank panel from the database, and filled it with the word "Map." As the best employee in the Book Department, it never backed down from difficulties.
If the mountain doesn’t come to me, I will go to the mountain!
After carefully scanning and recording the environment of the hall, 03 floated upwards. Its silver body passed through the roof of the hall and continued upwards, stopping high in the air.
The wind rolls the clouds under the blue sky, and beneath the clouds are continuous green mountains. Palaces are built against the mountains, with waterfalls cascading down, and white cranes crying, flying high in the clouds.
The green outside the green hills suddenly tightened and shrank into the green bricks and red tiles. The pink peach blossoms and green willows dotted the endless city.
03, floating, gazed at the vast landscape. Lines on the map panel rapidly formed, and in the blink of an eye, the scenery of heaven and earth was captured. 03 looked at the results of its distraction, silently dragged the landscape out, and focused again on its work, scanning from the main hall outward, building a map of the host's current activities.
Just after scanning the area near the main hall, a dialog box suddenly popped up in front of 03.
[Warning: About to leave the host's range of 100 meters]
I was almost caught slacking off.
A silver light flashed on the 03 data group. Passive slacking would result in performance deductions and affect ratings! It plummeted rapidly, soaring within a hundred-meter area. Passing a mountain, it came to an abrupt stop, landing outside the vermilion pavilion.
Wangshan Pavilion.
03 He quickly scanned the pavilion and the nearby mountains into the map, flew into the pavilion slowly, and landed on Feng Jue's shoulder.
Found it.
In just a short while, Feng Jue changed her clothes. The long skirt was gone, and she was wearing a light-colored robe. The golden crown on her head was also taken off, and a gorgeous peony was inserted in her hair.
The pink-shirted woman who had been in the hall before sat opposite her, brewing tea. She lowered her eyes and smiled, "The Lianshan Sect is no longer what it used to be. Before Xue Bufan was dismissed, the Lianshan Sect might have had hope of reviving. Unfortunately..."
She smiled and poured tea for Feng Jue. Although she was smiling, her tone was very cold. "There are many immortal cultivators in the world, but their spiritual roots are not as good as others."
There are only a few excellent ones, so where can Lianshan Sect find another Xue Bufan?"
Feng Jue sipped her fragrant tea, looking indifferently at the scenery outside the pavilion. The pink-shirted woman observed her expression and said with a smile, "Of course, the Lianshan Sect has nothing to do with our Lanyang Palace. It's just that the Palace Master is still soft-hearted. Even if she doesn't apologize, what else can others say?"
A white crane landed under a pine tree outside the pavilion, walked over with graceful steps, and stopped behind the gauze curtain, tilting its head to look into the pavilion. Feng Jue suddenly raised his finger and flicked a drop of tea onto the white crane's head.
The white crane screamed in shock, flapped its wings and ran back to the pine tree. Its anxious back made Feng Jue laugh out loud.
"Palace Master!" the pink-shirted woman called out loudly.
"Yeah." Feng Jue came back to his senses, smiled sweetly, and said, "Am I soft-hearted?"
"A small token of apology would not only fulfill the deep sisterly bond between my grandmother and the wife of the former head of the Xue family, but also resolve the cause and effect with the Lianshan Sect, and silence the gossips. Why should I be reluctant to part with it?" Feng Jue said slowly, holding the teacup, "Now that my engagement with Xue Bufan has ended, the Lanyang Palace and the Lianshan Sect can only say that they haven't fallen out. What kind of friendship can we still have?"
The pink-shirted woman pondered, "That being said, when the Xue family's head asked for the Phoenix Fire, he was rejected by the Palace Master. The people of the Lianshan Sect may harbor resentment."
“Tsk.”
Feng Jue glanced at the pink-shirted woman impatiently and called out, "Si Yi."
The pink-shirted woman was startled and immediately lowered her head, "Yes."
"You know best the significance of the Phoenix Fire to Lanyang Palace. When all the sects united to fight against the Jiutian Sect, the old Palace Master didn't use the Phoenix Fire even when his life was on the line. Would I, compared to my mother, give the Phoenix Fire to an outsider?"
"The Xue family knew the Phoenix Fire would never leave Lanyang City, yet they still dared to ask me for fire. Didn't they know I would refuse?" Feng Jue tipped over the teacup in his hand, watched the tea splatter on the ground with a cold smile, and said, "Xue Bufan has been crippled. Since the Xue family knew he was beyond help, they naturally wanted to exploit every last bit of his value."
"I have reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, and Xue Bufan has become a cripple. Our engagement is absolutely impossible. The Lianshan Sect is declining day by day and has no other support. They are planning to use the Lanyang Palace to cancel the engagement first and get benefits."
Siyi nodded. Lanyang Palace would definitely break off the engagement. The higher the level of cultivation, the longer the lifespan of an immortal, while mortals can't live past a hundred. If the Palace Master really married Xue Bufan, she would go into seclusion to cultivate for at least three to five years, or as much as thirty to fifty years. When she came out, she would see that the handsome young man was already gray-haired, while the Palace Master was still as beautiful as a flower...
"I don't need to compromise myself to this extent for the sake of a good reputation. Besides, Xue Bufan has fallen from a favored child of heaven to an ordinary person, unable to enter the realm of cultivation.
Immortal Realm, how can he bear this gap? We can also be considered as mutual fulfillment." Feng Jue sneered, "In this way, he should thank this palace master." This work is by
Siyi couldn't help laughing and said, "The Palace Master is right. It's Siyi who is stupid."
"But human hearts are hard to predict. Xue Bufan used to be able to get whatever he wanted in Lianshan Sect, but now it seems that no one can suppress him. It shows that so-called family affection can be ruthless." She sighed.
Feng Jue curled his lips, looked at the wet tea on the ground, and said quietly: "What does it matter to me whether you are affectionate or not? Even if you are heartless, can you be as ruthless as the Dao? Even if you are affectionate, can you still take the blow for me when the thunder tribulation comes?"
Fireworks are easy to disperse, fire is extinguished and smoke disappears. In Feng Jue's eyes, the so-called love is nothing but an illusion.
Siyi was amused by Feng Jue's words. She poured hot tea for Feng Jue and said jokingly, "I finally understand. Putting aside Lanyang Palace and Lianshan Sect, you have no feelings for Xue Bufan at all."
Feng Jue glanced at Siyi, his expression a mixture of dislike and indescribable. Even if we ignore Lanyang Palace and the Lianshan Sect, she and Xue Bufan had only met twice. What kind of feelings could there be? It was even worse than her deep connection with that stupid crane outside the pavilion.
Just because of the marriage that her grandmother arranged for her, not only did she get into a lot of trouble, but she also lost so much money. It really wasn't worth it!
03, who was floating between the two of them holding a data teacup, observed Feng Jue's expression, recorded her expression at the moment, and named it: I don't care whether he dies or not.
Siyi took out the jade gourd and refilled the teapot. Suddenly, she thought of something and said, "Earlier in the main hall, I saw that the Xue family wanted you to find a new husband in the Lianshan Sect. Although the Palace Master directly refused, it seems that the position of the Lanyang Palace Master's Taoist companion has attracted many people's attention. What are the Palace Master's plans for the future?"
Feng Jue showed an indifferent expression on his face, chuckling softly while drinking tea: "As I said before, you don't even have the strength to stand shoulder to shoulder with me, yet you still want to marry me? Do you think I'm a little girl who can be coaxed with candy when she's three or five years old?"
Siyi nodded and counted on her fingers, saying, "The Palace Master rules Lanyang City. She has stunning looks and talent that surpasses all others. I've counted the younger generation in the cultivation world, and there are only a few whose family background, appearance, temperament, and talent are comparable to the Palace Master's... I've searched over and over again, but I can't think of many. Where do you want to look?"
"Why do I have to get married?" Feng Jue said dissatisfiedly, "If you have the time to worry about my marriage, you might as well go and urge the King of Hell."
"My future Taoist partner might be waiting for reincarnation on the Naihe Bridge."
"...There are a lot of trivial matters in the palace, let me take my leave first." Siyi raised the teacup and drank it all, then stood up, saluted Feng Jue, shook her head and left.
Feng Jue stared at her back and sneered after a while.
The Wangshan Pavilion was built on a hilltop between the main hall and a dangerous peak. It overlooked the sea of clouds on the left, a waterfall on the right, the imperial palace in front, and the peaks behind. A gentle mountain breeze rustled the golden-red curtains on either side of the pavilion, and also fluttered the hem of Feng Jue's clothes.
The smile on her face disappeared at some point, and she stared at the crane pacing back and forth without saying a word.
There was another Tong who was also silent.
After Siyi left, it had been circling around Feng Jue, thinking about how to greet its host. This had never happened before in its previous work, as it always naturally went straight into the greeting part. After this part was put aside, it hadn't found a good time.
The silver-white ball circled again and floated in front of Feng Jue.
The woman who had been so imposing in the hall not long ago now had a cold expression on her face. She pointed her slender fingers into the teacup, sending a string of water droplets flying into the air.
The dark clouds that blocked the sunlight were penetrated by the water droplets, and several golden rays of sunlight fell from the thick clouds and shone on the mountains.
Feng Jue stood up and walked out of the pavilion. The golden phoenix embroidery on the hem of her skirt moved with her steps as if alive, and the proud palace master stepped into the light.
The bright sunlight enveloped her, igniting the fire in her eyes and eclipsing the peony on her temples.
"Lanyang Palace, Lianshan Sect, Phoenix Fire..." Feng Jue said softly, and spread out his hands hanging on both sides.
The dark clouds cut by the sunlight suddenly dropped heavy rain. The white cranes under the pine trees cried, spread their wings and flew high, flying into the distance covered with light and rain.
Feng Jue murmured, "Become an immortal."
She raised her hand and clenched it into a fist, her clear eyes beneath her long eyelashes burning with a determination to win.
A small light bulb lit up on the silver-white head of 03, which had been floating beside her.
OK! I got it! I understand!
Right now.
A ball of silver-white light flew over and appeared in front of Feng Jue.
The brilliant sunlight immediately enveloped the silver-white, and 03 a cold mechanical sound fell into Feng Jue's ears.
"Hello dear host, I am Gold Finger System 03, and I am here for you."
"I will do my best to fulfill your wish. No matter what it is, 03 will do it for the host!"
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The New World has nice scenery, but it's okay if it's a little weird.
Fortunately, I greeted the host smoothly.
The mission proceeded uneventfully as usual.
Pre-collection of "Master's Beauty is Delicious"
Immortal Master Yu Ling has a cold face and a cold heart. He is a rare talent in the world of cultivation. It took him three years to build his foundation, ten years to form the golden elixir, and a hundred years to form an infant. He lives in Jueling Peak all year round. Outsiders only hear of his name but never see him.
Until the Immortal Master Yu Ling personally brought back a little disciple, raised him under his knees, educated him personally, and named him Mingchen.
A hundred years later, Mingchen became famous for breaking thousands of mountains with one sword, and along with her fame, a wedding invitation spread across the world.
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The sun rises in the east, and the sky is full of brilliant light.
Three-year-old Mingchen sat on a stone bench and wrote in his diary.
It was all black, all black. Yu Ling, who was fanning himself beside him, dozed off, and the black ball had already covered his little apprentice's round face.
"What's written?" Yu Ling asked.
The disciple holding the black ball of rice paper said crisply, "Master, it looks good!"
How did the word go? Three-year-old Mingchen pondered and a light bulb went off: "Provide hunger!"
Yu Ling chuckled and pinched his little chubby paw to write: "Beauty is a feast to the eyes, but Mingchen is hungry and begging for food."
Another twenty years.
The little apprentice grew up to be a big apprentice, delicate and graceful, holding a pen and practicing calligraphy.
Yu Ling, who was beside him, woke up and asked with a smile, "What did you write?"
Mingchen: "Master looks good."
Mingchen held his master's hand and wrote on the paper: "Master, your beauty is a feast to the eyes. I, your disciple, am very hungry for her."
"May Master have mercy on me and allow me to fulfill my wish."
—There is no romance before adulthood, it’s just a development story.
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