“Wow! 099, they’re so sweet! Did you record that scene? I’m going to watch it over and over again!”
Meanwhile, in her own bedroom, Hua Xiangrong, who had been watching Hua Yan and Yun Xuechang’s interaction, had already twisted into a happy little maggot on the bed.
“I recorded it, I recorded it… I’ll save them all for you, Host. (;-_-)”
The little system’s tone was helpless as it silently uploaded the just-recorded footage to the “Snowflake 99” folder created by Hua Xiangrong—it was worth noting that this folder already contained no less than several hundred related videos and photos.
“Nice work, 099!”
Hua Xiangrong cheered inwardly and lay back down on the bed.
“Looking at this, maybe when Mom learns a bit more, we’ll get to see some steamy kissing scenes?”
“I’ve told you, that kind of thing is—”
“—it’s not for me to see, I know!”
Hua Xiangrong cut in, then sighed helplessly inwardly.
“Sigh, the rules of your System Bureau really are a pain.”
“Host, more important than this is the information from Hua Yan and Yun Xuechang’s conversation, right?”
099 reminded helplessly.
“Ah, I know, I know.”
Hua Xiangrong watched the two on the other side slowly fall asleep after parting, turned off the mental screen, and looked up at the ceiling.
“According to Mom, she originally had a kiss with Mother at the Hehuan Sect, and had some goodwill toward Mother, but it was far from the level of liking.”
“This also explains why, in the original novel, when she saw the corrupted Mother, she didn’t hesitate to draw her sword and cut her down.”
Hua Xiangrong analyzed, her little head cooling down from excitement, her thoughts becoming clearer:
“If not for our involvement, this bit of fate between Mother and Mom would have been completely severed, just like the plot in the original novel. Mom would have remained without a partner for life, and Mother would have been corrupted and then personally slain by Mom.”
“Why did the original novel arrange for Mom, who should have been uniquely beautiful and powerful until the end, to have that encounter with Mother at the Hehuan Sect? And Mom even developed some goodwill toward Mother—isn’t this supposed to be a more serious single-female-lead novel?”
Hua Xiangrong asked in confusion.
“I don’t know either… The original novel did not clearly describe the encounter with Hua Yan on the Yin-Yang Platform of the Hehuan Sect. In that volume, it even skipped Yun Xuechang’s challenge to the Hehuan Sect.”
099 said hesitantly, flipping through the beginner system guide that the senior systems had stuffed into it, a book that hadn’t been taken out for a long time.
“But this is really strange.”
Hua Xiangrong pressed further, her little brows furrowing tighter:
“Since according to Mom, it was after the battle with Mother that she had the idea to improve the subsequent moves of her Xiaoyao Sword Arts—for such an important female lead’s enlightenment plot, why would the original author refuse to write it in detail?”
“I don’t know.”
099 put down the beginner guide, also somewhat confused:
“The original only wrote about the few sects the female lead Yun Xuechang challenged after leaving the mountain, wrote a few face-slapping power fantasy plots, and then she returned to the Xiaoyao Sword Sect and began writing about her experience of traveling and Dao discussions to practice the later sword techniques.”
It paused, then added:
“Host, the parts not described in the novel world are all derived and perfected by the world itself, just like the origin of ‘Farewell My Concubine’ that I told you about before.”
“Perhaps, when the world was generating and perfecting itself, it thought that Hua Yan and Yun Xuechang should have this encounter at the Hehuan Sect?”
“Hmm… you have a point, but based on my experience as an old bookworm, I always feel that the encounter between Mom and Mother at the Hehuan Sect seems like the original author deliberately avoided writing it…”
Hua Xiangrong continued thinking, then shook her head:
“But this isn’t very reasonable either. Since the foreshadowing of Mother as a villain was written earlier, why remove it? And it involves key plot of the female lead’s enlightenment…”
“Forget it, I can’t figure it out.”
After the one person and one system pondered for a long time without reaching an answer, Hua Xiangrong simply stopped worrying and started planning instead:
“Calculating the time, the major righteous and neutral sects have mostly arrived. The assembly will be held soon. At the meeting, they will announce that, as usual, rogue cultivators will be allowed into the South Sea Secret Realm—this gives some evil cultivators a chance to sneak into the secret realm.”
“Then Host, should we stop the righteous and neutral sects from allowing rogue cultivators into the secret realm?” the little system quickly asked.
“No, we can’t do that.”
Hua Xiangrong quickly denied it:
“Not to mention we simply can’t influence so many sects to make a decision together—and besides, the righteous and neutral sects would never make a decision like stopping rogue cultivators from entering the secret realm. After all, that would be too overbearing and would provoke dissatisfaction among rogue cultivators.”
“Don’t worry, 099, I have my own plans for when the time comes.”
After saying that, she closed her eyes, lay quietly on the bed, and slowly drifted into sleep.
*
Also on this night, in a small courtyard in Yuxin City.
Inside a room with an anti-detection formation, several black-clad figures with obscured faces sat around a round table.
A dim oil lamp on the table flickered, casting the shadows of the people in eerie, shifting patterns on the wall.
“I didn’t expect that little wife of Yun Xuechang would be so strong? Even Li Chengfeng is no match for her?”
A rough, hoarse male voice spoke gravely, with a hint of surprise in his tone.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s just one more expert in the secret realm. It won’t harm our plan.”
Another male voice responded calmly, his tone steady:
“At least we successfully tested Hua Yan’er’s strength. Once we enter the secret realm, have people focus on watching Yun Xuechang and her. As for your side, have you gathered all the people?”
His gaze fell on a slightly slender black shadow at the edge of the table.
“Don’t worry. As long as you can let the rogue cultivators in, we can sneak into the secret realm. Then we’ll just act according to plan.”
That black shadow spoke, a somewhat gloomy female voice:
“The people we send into the secret realm to snatch the treasure are absolutely fine. As for you all who are providing outside support, aren’t you planning to take advantage of this opportunity and do something?”
“What can we do? Do you want to forcibly reveal our identities and fight with all these Spirit Severing stage cultivators around? With just this few of us?”
Another male voice who had been silent snorted:
“We’re not that stupid.”
“Enough. The plan is already set.”
The calm male voice from before interrupted the argument, his tone taking on a hint of cruelty:
“For this operation, you only need to take the treasure and kill as many of the prodigies entering the secret realm as possible. We will find a way to support from outside. There’s no need to cause more trouble by doing extra things.”
He paused, then added:
“The immortal artifact in the secret realm, plus the physical bodies and nascent souls of those major sect prodigies, as well as their belongings and wealth—these are already generous enough. But don’t get too excited about killing and forget the main task. Remember, the immortal artifact is what we need most.”
“Heh, don’t worry. If we were really that stupid, we wouldn’t have lived until now.”
That female voice replied coldly.
“That’s good.”
That male voice nodded, then led in a low voice:
“Everything, for the supreme Great Dao—”
“The false immortal Siheng set rules to imprison all beings, and we—”
“Smash the shackles, reopen heaven and earth!”
“Smash the shackles, reopen heaven and earth!”
All the black-clad figures present echoed in unison, their voices low and resolute, reverberating in the cramped room.
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