After Transmigrating into a Book as a Cannon Fodder Character, The System Turned out to be Completely Unreliable! - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: The Immortal Vine Whip!

“You’re Ye Lingxi, right?” Lan Muxu suddenly asked.

Ye Lingxi was still spacing out. When she heard her name, she instinctively replied, “Shishu, are you calling me?”

Lan Muxu glanced at her. “There’s only the two of us here. Who else would I be calling? You’re the only one named Ye Lingxi, not me.”

Ye Lingxi awkwardly laughed and didn’t answer directly.

“Where exactly did you get that Hundred Herb Spirit?” Lan Muxu pressed, her sharp eyes staring straight at her.

Ye Lingxi: “…”

I already look like a swollen pig and you’re still asking? “Shishu, I already said earlier—an old man gave it to me.”

Lan Muxu smirked. “That line might fool others, but not me.” She pulled out her weapon—a long whip glowing green: the Immortal Vine Whip.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ye Lingxi was speechless. Why is everyone here so violent? And wasn’t Lan Muxu supposed to be bad at fighting in the book?

She glanced at the whip, which sparkled with green light. One lash could strip flesh from bone. Worse, it was made from thousands of poisonous vines she refined herself. Normally harmless, but once infused with spiritual power, it would release countless venomous barbs. One hit could be fatal. Just thinking about it made Ye Lingxi shiver.

“Shishu, I swear I’m telling the truth,” Ye Lingxi said, her piggy face full of sincerity. That flower really was given to me. If I mention the system, they’ll just think I’m lying.

Lan Muxu looked her up and down, then finally put the whip away.

Seeing that, Ye Lingxi let out a huge sigh of relief. Thank goodness I didn’t get whipped.

“Then tell me—where is this person you mentioned?” Lan Muxu grabbed her collar and stared at her face. Maybe the person she spoke of was her senior brother. Ye Lingxi had to bend down awkwardly.

Ye Lingxi: “…”

The woman in front of her was a full head shorter and looked like a cute little loli. Hard to believe she was just about to whip her a moment ago.

“I’m not really sure. When I came to register, I gave an old man some food, and he gave me the flower in return,” Ye Lingxi lied through her teeth.

Lan Muxu narrowed her eyes. “What did you say?”

Ye Lingxi gave up. “Nothing, nothing. I’ll take you to look for him.”

Only then did Lan Muxu let go and clap her hands. “That’s more like it. Let’s go.”

Ye Lingxi suddenly didn’t want to go to the Hundred Herb Sect anymore. She thought Lan Muxu was a sweet girl—but it was all fake. How did it come to this?

She trudged along, head down.

Lan Muxu turned back. “Still not moving?”

“Coming, coming!” Ye Lingxi rubbed her swollen cheek and followed. “Shishu, do you have any herbs that help stabilize spiritual power?”

Lan Muxu eyed her warily. “Why do you need those?”

Ye Lingxi replied, “I noticed White Shishu’s spiritual energy seems unstable. I was wondering if there’s anything that could help.”

Lan Muxu raised an eyebrow. “You sure know a lot.”

Ye Lingxi just smiled and said nothing.

“Don’t meddle in White Shishu’s affairs. That’s not your place.”

Fine, don’t talk about it then. But Ye Lingxi knew the truth. They’d tried all kinds of spiritual herbs, and none worked. Bai Luotang’s condition only worsened. Her illness wasn’t something ordinary medicine could fix—she needed a powerful cultivator to change her fate.

In the original story, Bai Luotang only recovered after Mo Huaishu became a god and rewrote her destiny. That could’ve been the perfect ending—but the author decided to make Bai Luotang turn evil and fight Mo Huaishu. Why? She was so beautiful and gentle!

If anyone was going to fall into darkness, shouldn’t it have been Mo Huaishu? Why her?

Lan Muxu’s voice pulled her back: “What cultivation stage are you at now?”

Ye Lingxi blinked. “Huh?”

System: “Host, she’s asking what level your spiritual power is at.”

What? How does she know? She doesn’t even have spiritual power herself!

In this world, cultivation levels are the same as in typical xianxia stories. Most sect leaders are at the Golden Core stage. Even Mo Huaishu, the female lead, is only at Golden Core because she’s been caring for Bai Luotang all this time.

She’s recruiting new disciples now to find stronger ones to help her cultivate.

“Me?” Ye Lingxi smiled. “I don’t know.”

Lan Muxu frowned. “You don’t know? Didn’t you test with the spirit stone?”

“I did, but I don’t know the result.”

Lan Muxu: “…”

“Fine.” She didn’t press further and led Ye Lingxi to the Hundred Herb Sect. It was completely different from the dazzling Qingyang Sect—lush greenery everywhere, like living in a forest.

“Master.” The simply dressed disciples greeted her one by one.

Lan Muxu nodded. “Mm.”

Ye Lingxi’s eyes sparkled. “It’s all spirit herbs here!” This place is heaven for survival players. Yep, I’m sticking with this big shot too.

Lan Muxu saw her excited face and looked disgusted. “Don’t embarrass yourself here.”

Ye Lingxi blurted out, “It’s not your face I’m embarrassing.” Then immediately regretted it. Crap. This isn’t my turf.

“Sorry! Sorry, Shishu. I spoke without thinking. Please don’t be mad.” She quickly apologized.

Lan Muxu turned away. “You’re right. It’s not my face—it’s your master’s.”

Ye Lingxi: “…”

“Then… can I beg you not to tell my master?” I’m doomed if she tells Mo Huaishu.

Lan Muxu had a disciple bring over a jar and handed it to her. “Take it. Once you’re healed, get lost.”

Ye Lingxi stared at the jar for a long time. When she opened it, a light gardenia scent wafted out. “Smells so nice…”

System: “Congratulations, Host! You’ve obtained Bruise Balm.”

“This is the bruise balm?” Ye Lingxi dabbed some on her face. “So soothing…”

Just then, the tassel on her sword began to move…