After Transmigrating into a Book as a Cannon Fodder Character, The System Turned out to be Completely Unreliable! - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: The Truth Behind Rong Nation’s Fall (Part 2)

“Senior Brother!” the green-robed girl stood up and called out to him.

Senior Brother? Rong An saw him glance back at her and stood up as well.

“Senior Brother, I don’t know where this person came from, but I was just teaching her a lesson.”

Fuguang patted her head. “Mushu, you shouldn’t say that. She’s our guest.”

“Guest? Then why is she dressed like that?”

Fuguang replied, “Just wait a moment.” He turned and approached Rong An, speaking gently, “Princess Rong An, welcome.”

“Princess?” Lan Mushu widened her eyes. She’s really a princess?

Seeing Lan Mushu’s astonished expression, Rong An said proudly, “I came here specifically to find you.”

“The Princess came for the spirit stones?”

“That’s right.” Rong An wore a smug look that made Lan Mushu frown in irritation.

Pouting, Lan Mushu asked, “Senior Brother, how do you know her?” She clung to his sleeve.

Fuguang comforted her, “Junior Sister, I have some matters to take care of now. I’ll explain everything to you later, alright?”

Lan Mushu had no choice but to agree.

So she’s Fuguang’s younger sister? She’s actually kind of cute, Rong An thought.

“Princess,” Fuguang called, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“What is it?”

Fuguang raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “Weren’t you here to see me?” He pulled out the sachet to return it to her, but Rong An quickly changed the subject. “Wow, I didn’t expect the Baicao Sect of Immortal Fuguang to be so beautiful.”

“Your praise is too generous, Princess.” He still held the sachet in his hand.

Feigning ignorance, Rong An clung to him and asked, “Then can Immortal Fuguang show me around Baicao Sect?”

“Of course,” Fuguang agreed without hesitation. Rong An hadn’t expected him to say yes so easily.

Fuguang brought her to his main hall, which was elegant in style. Though not grand, it had a calm and peaceful atmosphere.

“After such a long journey, you must be tired and hungry. I’ve prepared something for you,” he said as he led her to his personal quarters.

He knew I was coming? But how? Rong An studied him cautiously.

Fuguang explained, “The disciples at the gate informed me. As soon as I heard, I knew it was you.” He poured her some tea. “Please eat.”

Only then did Rong An let down her guard and began eating heartily.

“My younger sister may have been rude earlier. Please allow me to apologize on her behalf.” Fuguang bowed politely.

Rong An was flattered. Doesn’t this make me seem arrogant and domineering?

“It’s alright.” She slowed her eating a bit.

Fuguang smiled.

At the door, Lan Mushu watched them talking. Fuguang noticed her. “Mushu, come in.”

Lan Mushu walked in, looking quite shy. She fiddled with her fingers. “Senior Brother…”

Fuguang gestured warmly. “Come in, Junior Sister.” He picked up a piece of pastry.

As soon as Lan Mushu saw the pastry, she dashed over, grabbed it, and sat beside him like a little bunny.

Fuguang patted her head. Rong An couldn’t help but feel jealous.

“You’re squishing Fuguang; he has no space left to sit,” Rong An muttered through clenched teeth.

Lan Mushu glanced at her and stuck out her tongue. “My Senior Brother likes me this way.”

Rong An squeezed the pastry in her hand until it crumbled. They all saw it, but she quickly shoved the broken pastry into her mouth and smiled.

“If you came for the spirit stones, Princess, there was no need to come yourself.” Fuguang placed the sachet with the spirit stones on the table. “I suspect you snuck out. Your father and mother must be worried. But don’t worry—I’ve already sent a carrier pigeon to inform them.”

Rong An let out a sigh of relief.

Then he continued, “Once you’ve received the spirit stones, I’ll have someone escort you back.”

Rong An shook her head repeatedly. “No!” She was clearly resistant.

Fuguang was startled by how forcefully she slammed her hand on the table. “Why not?”

Rong An realized she had overreacted and withdrew her hand. “It’s because life in the palace is unbearably boring. Cultivators like you can live long and save lives. But me? Aside from the title of ‘Princess,’ I have nothing.”

Fuguang chuckled softly to comfort her. “Princess, don’t say that. Everyone is born with purpose. It’s not only cultivators who can save lives—anyone can.”

“But I’m just a woman. Is that alright?”

“Of course it is.”

“Though your identity is noble, your heart tells me you want to become someone great.”

“I…” Rong An hadn’t expected him to see through her so easily. Though she was Rong Nation’s youngest daughter, she had many older siblings. Her sisters were all married off; now only she remained. She didn’t want to end up like them, confined behind silk curtains, playing zither and painting.

She wanted to pursue her own path. But her father and mother only wanted her to become a refined lady skilled in the arts.

She didn’t want to be what they expected. She just wanted to be herself.

“Then… can I take you as my master?”

“Take me as your master?” Fuguang looked hesitant.

Rong An panicked. “Didn’t you just say I could become a great person?”

Fuguang sighed. “Even if I’m willing, what would your father and mother say?”

“Forget them! My life is mine to decide!” Rong An declared boldly.

Fuguang was slightly stunned. “Alright then, we’ll see if you have the potential and patience.”

“You mean… you agree?”

Fuguang shook his head. “That depends on you.”

“Me?”

Fuguang nodded. “Yes. Come with me.” He stood up and gestured for her to follow. Rong An hesitated, glancing at Lan Mushu who was still eating pastries.

Lan Mushu, finishing the last bite, said, “Senior Brother is going to test whether you have spiritual power.”

“Spiritual power?”

“Yes,” Lan Mushu explained. “Everyone has some spiritual power, even if it’s weak. But without enough of it, you can’t become a cultivator.”

It sounded amazing to Rong An. She spread her hands. “Is it as magical as you?”

“You don’t believe it? Then go try it yourself.” Lan Mushu grabbed another pastry and followed too.

Rong An didn’t know what to think but followed them.

Fuguang took out a spirit stone. “Princess, place your hand on this.”

“My hand?” Rong An looked at the stone. It just looked like a regular rock. What’s so special about it?

Fuguang and Lan Mushu waited for her to place her hand on it. Rong An glanced at them, then put her hand on the stone. She shut her eyes tightly—and suddenly felt a glow.

She opened her eyes to see a bright orange light radiating from the stone. It was blinding. She pulled her hand away quickly. Fuguang just smiled and nodded.

Even Lan Mushu had never seen one glow that brightly before.

Rong An asked, “What does this mean?”

“No need to worry, Princess. It means your spiritual power is very strong.”

“Really?” Rong An was still in disbelief. “Then how can I truly gain spiritual power?”

“Princess must awaken her divine consciousness. Once you do that, you’ll fully possess your spiritual power.” Fuguang explained, “You just need to close your eyes and find your divine sense—awaken it.”

Rong An closed her eyes, concentrating carefully. She felt herself enter a dreamlike space—an empty realm within her. Only a glowing orange light floated ahead. Is that what Fuguang meant by divine consciousness?

She reached out to touch it, and it merged with her completely. Was it really that easy?

When she opened her eyes again, she felt light and refreshed. A simple flick of her hand summoned spiritual power.

“I did it!” Rong An beamed at the orange energy in her palm and looked eagerly at Fuguang.

Fuguang smiled. “Congratulations, Princess. You’re quite talented.”

Blushing at the compliment, Rong An felt a little shy.

Lan Mushu asked, “Are you really going to cultivate here with us?”

“Of course,” Rong An answered without hesitation.

Lan Mushu looked up at Fuguang.

Fuguang nodded gently to her.

Lan Mushu smiled brightly. “That’s great! Now I’ll have someone to train with!” She danced with joy.

Rong An had expected her to be against it, but clearly she wasn’t.

“I’ll be counting on you.” Rong An held out her hand in greeting.

Lan Mushu grinned and returned the handshake. “No problem. From now on, I’ll be your Senior Sister.”

Rong An wasn’t too happy about that—but it was the rule here.

“If you ever get stuck, I’ll teach you.”

Rong An pressed her lips together in a tight smile.

Fuguang added with a laugh, “Once you train well, Princess, you’ll be able to find a weapon that suits you.”

“A weapon?”

“Yes. Every cultivator has a weapon of their own.”

“So what kind of weapon would suit me?” Rong An asked.

Fuguang shook his head. “I don’t know. That depends on you.”

Rong An: “…”

Again with that phrase.

“Each weapon chooses its master. Once it does, it means you’re a match for it,” Fuguang explained.

Rong An seemed to understand.

From that day on, she officially entered Baicao Sect and became one of its disciples.

She trained alongside Lan Mushu, and during one practice session, she picked up a long halberd—it glowed with radiant light. Everyone said, “That one suits you.”

The more she used the halberd, the more natural it felt. Eventually, Lan Mushu went into seclusion to cultivate, and Fuguang entrusted his newly acquired spirit stones to her for that purpose.

Rong An began helping around Baicao Sect, assisting Fuguang and resolving many issues.

Fan in hand, Su Yunli said, “Your new disciple’s not bad.”

Fuguang replied, “It’s my honor.”

“Looks like Lan Mushu’s not your youngest Junior Sister anymore.”

Fuguang said, “Yunli, you talk too much.”

Su Yunli grinned, “Alright, alright. I still prefer roaming the world. Want to join me next time?”

Fuguang calmly sipped his tea. “We’ll talk later.”

“Fine then,” Su Yunli said, tapping his fan against his palm. “I’ll leave Jiuxuan Sect in your hands. You know I’m not the managing type.”