The Villainous Supporting Character Ended Up with the Female Lead - Chapter 14

Today! I will forge my Nascent Soul!

Before her words could fade, the spiritual power surging from the ground intensified exponentially. Yun Weiyan raised her razor-sharp blade, its tip aimed directly at the heavens above.

Dark clouds pressed down, and thunder roared like a raging flood, its fury directed at her.

Finally, she lifted her gaze to meet the pitch-black sky, now stained an ominous black.

Or perhaps it should be called the Heavenly Dao.

I don’t understand! Why? Why do you seek to imprison me?!

Yun Weiyan’s breath came in ragged gasps, crimson bl00d trickling from the corner of her mouth. Yet her voice rang with defiant arrogance as she cursed the Heavenly Dao

If Heaven had feelings, it too would grow old. Does your love belong only to Yun Hanmian?

Host! Your body can’t take much more! Stop now!

As if sensing the weakening of its target, the Violet Thunder crackled with renewed fervor, unleashing its annihilating pressure around the slender figure.

Submit.

Submit to the sole ruler of the Cultivation World.

You were born to rot to your core. You are unworthy of ascension, unworthy of wielding supreme cultivation power.

Each piercing word echoed through the desolate void.

Yun Weiyan stood alone, her only support the treasured blade in her hand, which barely kept her collapsing body upright. Her vacant gaze stared into the pitch-black sky, deaf to all sounds but the Heavenly Dao’s relentless voice.

The Heavenly Dao sought to intimidate her, warning her against coveting what was not hers.

But was this life of degradation truly what Yun Weiyan desired?

No!

Yun Weiyan snapped out of her daze, letting out a heart-wrenching roar. Channeling her spiritual power, she soared toward the edge of the Violet Thunder layer, her blade flashing as countless bolts of lightning pierced her body.

The blade, once capable of slicing through iron like butter, gradually cracked under the relentless pressure of the Violet Thunder. Yun Weiyan swung wildly, hacking at the thunderous barrier that surrounded her.

With a sharp crack, the treasured blade shattered.

She had lost her only weapon capable of defying the Heavenly Dao.

Without hesitation, Yun Weiyan discarded the useless blade and reached out to touch the crackling Violet Thunder. Only one thought remained in her mind

If Heaven obstructs me, I will tear apart the shackles of the Heavenly Dao with my own hands!

The moment her hands made contact with the Violet Thunder, her fair skin began to melt away, revealing the stark white bones beneath.

Veins bulged on her neck as crimson bl00d surged. She had staked her life, pouring every ounce of her strength into this final act.

Get out of my way!

At her furious shout, the gathered Thunder Tribulation immediately dispersed. Moonlight pierced through the layers of Black Cloud, bathing the battered Yun Weiyan in its glow.

The overwhelming pressure radiating from her now reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul!

Overwhelmed by grief over Xu Zijin’s death, Xu Yue requested Sect Leader Wine Immortal to relieve her of her position as Inner Sect Elder, citing dereliction of duty.

The vacant Overseeing Elder position in Anyang City was filled by a new elder dispatched from Zhongshan.

On the day Xu Yue departed with Xu Zijin’s body, Yun Hanmian, Ye Yazi, and the Floating Beam disciples from Anyang City gathered to see her off.

A thousand miles of white paper fluttered, escorting a black-haired soul.

Even Ye Yazi, who had always clashed with Xu Yue within the sect, couldn’t help but feel a pang of sentimentality. She shared a rare drink with Yun Hanmian.

Yun Hanmian gently swirled her wineglass, listening quietly as Ye Yazi rambled incoherently in her drunken stupor.

Xu Yue… I’ve known her for centuries, Ye Yazi hiccuped, her eyes glazed as she grinned foolishly at Yun Hanmian.

Her aptitude isn’t great. After all these years of cultivation, she’s barely reached the late-stage Nascent Soul realm. Ten years ago, during the elder selection, she was just a senior core disciple. I… I was only a step away from becoming Sect Leader back then.

Ye Yazi thumped her chest proudly, continuing, She’s from the Xu Clan’s direct lineage. Back when I was still on good terms with your half-sister—Yun Weiyan, that’s right—I met Xu Yue by chance in a secret realm. I figured we were all aristocratic heirs.

What happened next? Yun Hanmian suddenly asked Ye Yazi. What exactly happened between you and Yun Weiyan afterward?

Ye Yazi narrowed her eyes, studying Yun Hanmian for a long moment before draining her cup of wine. Her tone carried a hint of nostalgia.

Yun Weiyan… that woman was too greedy.

This was the second time Yun Hanmian had heard Yun Weiyan described as greedy. The first time was from her Shizun, who had guided her through her confusion.

Yun Weiyan…

Yun Hanmian couldn’t help but think that the image of the resolute child from her memories had grown hazy, replaced by the clear, beautiful face Yun Weiyan had worn ten years ago.

To be honest, ever since Yun Weiyan had fallen to the Demonic Cultivator path, Yun Hanmian had felt like she had missed something crucial—something that should have happened.

It was as if an invisible hand was guiding them all toward their predetermined fates.

Neither she nor Yun Weiyan could escape.

Shizun had said that Yun Weiyan must be killed to break the Love Gu.

The delay caused by Xu Zijin’s death meant Yun Weiyan had likely already reached the Golden Core stage or higher.

Come practice swordsmanship with me!

A drunken voice interrupted Yun Hanmian’s deep contemplation. She instinctively looked up across the round table at Ye Yazi.

Ye Yazi’s cheeks were flushed with a faint blush. She tossed her waist-worn saber into Yun Hanmian’s lap, then raised her wine cup to the moon, murmuring verses.

At that moment, Yun Hanmian had no patience for Ye Yazi’s drunken antics. She placed the saber on the table and left Anyang City without a word.

With the matters in Anyang City resolved, Yun Hanmian saw no reason to linger.

Her immediate priority was to find Yun Weiyan, kill her, and break the Love Gu.

Otherwise, sooner or later, Yun Hanmian would inevitably fall in love with Yun Weiyan due to the Love Gu’s influence.

Her cultivation had been stuck at the Late-Stage Mahayana for a full decade. Despite the abundant spiritual energy gathered within her body, she lacked the crucial breakthrough opportunity.

Hanmian.

A familiar voice called from behind. Turning around, Yun Hanmian saw a graceful figure with exquisite features. She blurted out, Shizun.

The woman’s expression was icy as she stared at her disciple. With a swift motion, she struck Yun Hanmian’s shoulder hard with the hilt of her sword.

Yun Hanmian let out a muffled groan, glancing at her Shizun with a mixture of surprise and confusion in her eyes.

I’ll give you one last chance.

The woman conjured a silver-glowing butterfly from thin air. The butterfly landed lightly on Yun Hanmian’s shoulder, its wings trembling as if about to take flight. A faint, floral fragrance drifted from it.

It will lead you to Yun Weiyan.

In the blink of an eye, Yun Hanmian found herself alone, her Shizun’s figure vanished without a trace.

The butterfly fluttered its wings and flew in a specific direction. Yun Hanmian immediately transformed into a streak of white light, following closely behind.

They bypassed misty white fog and soared over lush green mountains until the butterfly finally settled in a bamboo forest.

Yun Hanmian drew her sword and cautiously entered the bamboo grove. The surroundings were eerily silent, showing no signs of human habitation.

As she walked, she carefully scanned her surroundings, searching for Yun Weiyan’s hiding place.

Her Shizun’s cultivation was unfathomably deep, and their bond was profound. Yun Hanmian naturally chose to trust and obey her unconditionally.

The butterfly’s presence in the bamboo forest undoubtedly meant Yun Weiyan was hidden within these verdant groves.

Following the low-flying butterfly step by step, Yun Hanmian ventured deeper into the forest, parting the crisscrossing bamboo stalks with her hand to squeeze through the narrow gaps.

The scene before Yun Hanmian abruptly shifted.

She suddenly saw the face of the woman she had slain with her sword ten years ago, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

Yun Weiyan sat serenely in the heart of the bamboo forest, dressed in white robes, her hair cascading down to her waist.

Her beauty wasn’t as striking as Ye Yazi’s, but rather possessed a delicate elegance. Her natural, unadorned appearance was even more breathtaking than any elaborate makeup.

She resembled a camellia bud, quietly blooming amidst the wilderness.

Yun Weiyan’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes, gazing at Yun Hanmian with an expression devoid of joy or sorrow.

You’ve come to kill me, she said, as if she had long anticipated Yun Hanmian’s arrival.

Yun Hanmian nodded. Yes.

Yun Weiyan chuckled softly. For the Love Gu? Yun Hanmian, Yun Hanmian, why don’t you guess when I planted the Love Gu in you?

Without waiting for a response, Yun Weiyan continued

If I told you that even if you kill me, you’ll still fall in love with me, would you believe it?

Utter nonsense, Yun Hanmian retorted.

Yun Hanmian drew the Jade Rainbow Sword and pressed its sharp blade against Yun Weiyan’s slender neck. The edge sliced through her delicate skin, newly vulnerable from reshaping her Nascent Soul, and crimson beads of bl00d seeped onto the sword’s surface.

I painstakingly searched for decades, finally retrieving this cursed artifact from an ancient secret realm deep within the Ten Directions Dense Forest Swamp.

To match your status as the esteemed Clan Leader of the Yun Clan and my nominal Eldest Sister, I’ve specially enhanced this Love Gu with a few extra ingredients.

As Yun Weiyan spoke, the smile in her eyes deepened. She bit her lower lip, her gaze fixed on Yun Hanmian’s indifferent expression, and chuckled softly.

My dear sister, once my soul shatters, you will become a puppet of the Love Gu.

Suddenly, a boneless hand wrapped around Yun Hanmian’s waist, and Yun Weiyan’s teasing voice echoed faintly in her ear.

This is a lavish gift I’ve given you, costing me half my life.