The Villainous Supporting Character Ended Up with the Female Lead - Chapter 13

When Xu Zijin heard the words Demonic Cultivator spoken from Yun Weiyan’s own lips, her heart died completely.

She abandoned her futile struggles, her fingers slowly loosening until the lunchbox crashed to the ground with a thud.

Yun Weiyan swiftly withdrew the blade. Xu Zijin, no longer able to support herself, collapsed with ragged breaths.

The room instantly filled with the acrid stench of bl00d.

Y-you—

Xu Zijin gasped like a fish suffocating on a butcher’s block, her face deathly pale. Excessive bl00d loss gradually clouded her consciousness.

The sun-bright yellow dress was gradually stained crimson with bl00d. Xu Zijin, having exhausted her last reserves of strength, looked up at her Junior Sister with the desperate longing of a fish gasping for water.

Yun Weiyan stood poised with her blade, crimson bl00d dripping from its razor-sharp tip.

She suddenly crouched down, reaching out to touch Xu Zijin’s calloused fingertips. Her gaze held none of its former tenderness, her expression as cold and detached as if she were a completely different person from the Bai Ke Xu Zijin remembered.

I want to…

The chilling blade moved again.

Yun Weiyan stared unblinkingly at her collapsed Senior Sister, fragments of long-abandoned memories suddenly surfacing before her eyes. Xu Zijin’s face gradually overlapped with those of many others.

I want… to know…

A faint, weak voice drifted into Yun Weiyan’s ears. She looked down at the Senior Sister who had always treated her so well.

Xu Zijin’s spiritual power was rapidly dissipating. Despite several desperate attempts, she couldn’t form a complete sentence.

Yet as a Late-Stage Golden Core cultivator, she still clung to a sliver of hope. If she were rushed to a powerful cultivator in the Cultivation World for immediate treatment, she might still have a chance at survival.

Host?

Yun Weiyan ignored the System’s call and, as if possessed, covered Xu Zijin’s eyes with her hand.

Those lively eyes were brimming with pain, tinged with a hint of sorrow, but utterly devoid of hatred.

In that instant, Yun Weiyan lost the courage to meet Xu Zijin’s gaze.

An inexplicable emotion quietly unfurled in Yun Weiyan’s heart.

She couldn’t understand why Xu Zijin didn’t hate her.

For a Demonic Cultivator as reviled by both gods and mortals as herself, being hated was the most natural thing in the world.

Xu Zijin quietly watched her Junior Sister’s bloodstained palm, having already accepted her impending death.

Yun Weiyan abruptly closed her eyes and, guided by instinct, thrust her blade toward Xu Zijin.

In the moment before her consciousness faded, Xu Zijin silently spoke the words she had never dared utter aloud

I want to know your real name.

One strike to the throat. Her breath ceased.

Host, do you regret it?

Never.

Yun Weiyan coldly spat the two words at the System, tore a piece of cloth from the table corner to wipe the bl00d from her blade, and strode toward the door.

A fierce wind howled outside the window, signaling an imminent downpour.

Host, you must leave this place immediately! The Golden Core Thunder Tribulation is approaching. Find a secluded cave to undergo the tribulation undisturbed.

Do you know why Xu Zijin died? Yun Weiyan suddenly asked, catching the System completely off guard. It didn’t reply, continuing to urge her to break the door’s seal and escape.

How could Yun Hanmian’s mere Late-Stage Mahayana seal possibly restrain Yun Weiyan, who had already stepped halfway into the Golden Core stage?

As the saying goes, A skilled person never suffers in the martial world.

After four centuries of seeking enlightenment and immortality, Yun Weiyan had not only mastered the Yun Chuan Sword Art but also self-taught Gu Arts and delved into Shangxuan’s Talisman Array techniques.

If not for the Heavenly Dao’s deliberate obstruction, Yun Weiyan would likely have already reached the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.

The System often wondered If my Host were the protagonist, what kind of world would this be?

But the present situation left no room for such musings. The rumbling thunder from the horizon grew increasingly ominous, drawing closer with each deafening roar. Yun Weiyan kicked aside the food box at her feet, channeled her spiritual power, and formed a hand seal to break the door’s seal.

A brilliant golden light flashed, and Yun Weiyan squinted, glancing sideways at the lifeless Xu Zijin. Her voice remained steady as she spoke to the System

She paid the ultimate price for her sincerity.

The moment the barrier dissolved, Yun Weiyan gripped her sword and strode away.

Simultaneously, Yun Hanmian drew her sword and transformed into a streak of white light, rushing toward Xu Zijin’s residence.

Ye Yazi and Xu Yue exchanged a look, immediately realizing something must have happened to Xu Zijin. Yun Hanmian would never have abandoned her post otherwise.

Could it be—?

For some inexplicable reason, Xu Yue’s heart ached faintly, as if she were losing her closest companion.

Impossible. Zijin is at the late-stage Golden Core realm, and I personally taught her swordsmanship…

Seeing Xu Yue’s expression gradually spiral out of control, Ye Yazi rose and gripped her shoulder, her voice urgent.

You go find Yun Hanmian first. I’ll handle matters here.

Xu Yue nodded gratefully to Ye Yazi, her figure vanishing from the spot.

Ye Yazi lifted her gaze to the storm-laden horizon. Brilliant purple lightning flickered intermittently within the deep black clouds, revealing only glimpses of its jagged tail.

A gale, tearing through the heavens and earth, swept fallen leaves and broken branches across Xu Zijin’s courtyard. Yun Hanmian pushed open the door and instinctively held her breath.

The ice-cold corpse lay stiffly on the frozen ground.

Yet her face bore no trace of pain, as if she had willingly offered her life.

Zijin!

Xu Yue, who had just stepped into the room, immediately saw the heart-wrenching scene.

The disciple she had raised with her own hands now lay lifeless, her robes stained with bl00d.

Instead of comforting the grief-stricken Xu Yue, Yun Hanmian bent down to pick up a food container from the ground.

The container was plain and unremarkable. Yun Hanmian used her spiritual power to examine it, confirming it was an ordinary box.

She opened the container to find only a bowl of spilled soup and a slip of paper soaked in broth, its ink blurred beyond recognition. She could barely make out the characters Chen and Le.

Elder Xu, the departed are gone. Please accept my condolences.

Yun Hanmian set down the food container, her mind piecing together the events.

In the Cultivation World, only Yun Weiyan could have broken through her enchantments. Even Guan Ling of Shangxuan Sect, a master of Talisman Arrays, couldn’t have undone her seals in such a short time.

Only her younger sister, who delighted in cultivating unorthodox and sinister arts, could have accomplished this.

Sect Leader Yun, I must kill her! I will kill her! That Demonic Cultivator! Yun Weiyan! It must be her!

Even as Xu Yue teetered on the brink of collapse, Yun Hanmian’s expression remained unchanged, maintaining her usual aloofness.

She watched Xu Yue kneel beside Xu Zijin’s body, weeping bitterly, yet felt not a trace of sorrow. Her gaze was as detached as that of a theatergoer watching a play from the audience.

After a long silence, Yun Hanmian finally spoke, her voice cold as she addressed Xu Yue The dead cannot be brought back to life. Elder Xu, please do not grieve excessively.

Yun Hanmian paused, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. She couldn’t rashly make promises to Xu Yue, nor could she abandon her duties to pursue Yun Weiyan’s trail.

After all, Yun Hanmian was the Sect Leader of the Yun Clan, the head of the Yun Clan, and the acknowledged leader of the younger generation on the Righteous Path.

Leaving Xu Zijin’s corpse unattended would be both improper and invite criticism.

The thick, metallic stench of bl00d filled the air, giving Yun Hanmian a slight headache. As she coldly observed Xu Yue’s farewell to her master, her thoughts drifted

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Yun Weiyan weep for anyone.

The vast churned with wind and surging clouds. Countless bolts of thunder gathered directly above Yun Weiyan’s head, their muffled roars reverberating in her ears.

You have thirty-five lives on your hands. The Heavenly Dao will not spare you. From now on, the Purple Thunder Tribulation will be even more severe than during your rebirth.

The System paused, struggling to find the right words as it analyzed the situation for its Host.

You are currently a plant spirit in human form, and you have devoured Xu Zijin’s late-stage Golden Core with Dual Spirit Roots. If you survive this Thunder Tribulation, you will advance directly to the Nascent Soul stage.

However, if the Heavenly Dao refuses to acknowledge you, you risk being struck by lightning and having your soul scattered.

Hah.

Layers upon layers of thunderclouds nearly blanketed the earth, leaving only a slender figure standing alone, sword in hand. Her posture was as straight as a verdant bamboo, her gaze fixed disdainfully on the purple lightning crackling within the dark clouds.

It may have stopped me once, but it will never stop me again!

The Thunder Tribulation responded with a piercing shriek, hurtling toward the crown of her head.

Ignoring the System’s frantic warnings in her mind, Yun Weiyan tightened her grip on the sword hilt. Her expression betrayed no fear as she raised her blade to meet the descending lightning.

Host!

Amid the System’s ear-splitting scream, purple lightning, carrying the Heavenly Dao’s fury with the force of a thousand armies, clashed with Yun Weiyan in a blinding flash.

Hahaha! Heavenly Dao! You can no longer control me!

Yun Weiyan wielded her single blade to fend off the surging Thunder Tribulation, her eyes burning with an insatiable hunger for cultivation. As the System shrieked in alarm, she brazenly seized a bolt of purple lightning with her bare hand and channeled it into her body.

Let your purple thunder temper my flesh!

She threw her head back and laughed wildly, her bl00d-stained robes whipped into disarray by the gale. Inch by inch, the purple lightning invaded her meridians, the bone-searing pain transporting her back to the torment she had endured a decade ago, when ten thousand demons had devoured her flesh.