The Villainous Supporting Character Ended Up with the Female Lead - Chapter 18

The System had no desire to argue further with Yun Weiyan on this matter, fully aware of the deep-seated flaws in her Host’s character her extreme pride, her tendency to fixate on dead ends, and her unshakable stubbornness.

As the saying goes, One won’t turn back until they’ve hit the southern wall. Yun Weiyan would likely keep going even if she smashed her head bloody.

The two of them, Host and System, seamlessly shifted the conversation.

Host, about the Primordial Chaos Spirit Body—

The System lowered its voice, probing cautiously.

Yun Weiyan was feeling deeply bitter. She had watched her cooked duck fly away right before her eyes, and Yun Hanmian had nearly ripped out her heart.

After expending tremendous effort to advance from Qi Refining to Nascent Soul, Yun Hanmian’s sword had nearly forced her back to the Golden Core stage.

Meanwhile, Yi’an had vanished without a trace.

Forget it. This was my mistake. I was blinded by the allure of the Primordial Chaos Spirit Body. I should have been more patient.

She sighed heavily, her brow furrowing in frustration. As the ancients said, ‘Pride comes before a fall.’ I was narrow-minded, trying to crush a rock with an egg—overestimating my own strength.

Host, there’s no need to blame yourself. The female lead is simply favored by fate.

Yun Weiyan was actually reflecting on her failures. After partnering with the System for 410 years, this was the first time it had witnessed such self-criticism.

Yes, she is the female lead after all. Her luck must be extraordinary. Even facing mortal danger, she can break through to a higher realm.

The System was rendered speechless by this remark. Sensing the mood, it wisely retreated into her Divine Sense, feigning ignorance.

Yun Weiyan, her heart restless and irritable, playfully teased the little fox curled up on her abdomen. The creature was pure white, its fur soft and fluffy, its nine tails draped across her forearm, swaying gently.

Her spirits lifted, she scooped up the fox and began to pet it incessantly, the oppressive gloom in her heart dissipating by more than half.

The warm little creature nestled in her arms felt like a hot water bottle used by common folk in winter.

The little fox stirred awake under Yun Weiyan’s restless hands. Half-opening its eyes, it glanced around before gently patting her arm with its nine tails, a clear sign of its displeasure.

It’s been ages since a Nine-Tailed Fox has been seen in the Cultivation World.

Just as the little fox was enjoying Yun Weiyan’s gentle grooming, it suddenly felt a chill beneath it. Its four paws kicked out in mid-air, and it glared disdainfully at Yun Weiyan.

I’m a bit hungry. How about I stew you into soup? Nine-Tailed Foxes have the bl00d of Ancient Divine Beasts—perhaps it would even enhance my Cultivation.

Before the words had fully left her lips, the little fox’s eyes widened in fury. Grinding its sharp teeth, it lunged forward without hesitation and bit down hard on Yun Weiyan’s wrist.

I saved you, and you want to stew me into soup?!

Yun Weiyan! You heartless wretch!

The Little Fox cursed inwardly, its anger growing with each passing thought. Clinging stubbornly to Yun Weiyan’s wrist, it refused to let go.

Hiss—

Sharp teeth pierced Yun Weiyan’s pale wrist, drawing bl00d. She gasped, already weakened from a severe, lingering injury and a month of relentless cultivation. Though her cultivation had advanced, her body had grown increasingly frail.

Alright, alright, I was just teasing you, Yun Weiyan said soothingly, her eyes curving into a gentle smile. She coaxed the Little Fox for a long while until it finally calmed down, released its grip, and nestled into her arms, allowing her to do as she pleased.

The rain pattered softly, the scorching sun had retreated, and the bamboo forest filled with a refreshing scent.

Raindrops clung to the cave’s edge like strings of pearls. A cold gust of wind swept through, and Yun Weiyan instinctively hugged the warm, furry Little Fox tighter, glancing out of the cave.

A silver-white butterfly perched on a bamboo leaf fluttered its wings and gracefully flew away under Yun Weiyan’s gaze, gradually disappearing from sight.

She is truly blessed, Yun Weiyan murmured after a moment, stroking the Little Fox’s soft fur. Even the heavens rejoice at her advancement.

Is this rain for the female lead?

The System was puzzled. Typically, a cultivator’s advancement would trigger extraordinary phenomena, leaving behind legends such as the Five-Colored Dragon Coiling in the Sky or the Phoenix’s Court of a Thousand Birds.

If the Heavenly Dao truly favored her, why would it only send a light, drizzling rain?

Yun Weiyan ignored the System’s questions, silently stroking the Little Fox’s fur.

The spring rain nourished all things with gentle silence, much like a parent’s love—rarely spoken, yet deeply attentive.

The Little Fox shifted, craning her neck and peering up at Yun Weiyan with her two glossy black eyes.

Her eyes, as clear and deep as Dongting Lake, quietly admired the bamboo scene in the rain.

There was no resentment, no jealousy, no hatred.

Awoo?

Yi’an curled her tail and scratched Yun Weiyan’s chin, wanting to ask her something. But when she opened her mouth, only a cub’s whimper escaped.

To save Yun Weiyan’s life, Yi’an had been forced to feed her own demon core to her, using her millennium of cultivation to heal her injuries.

The consequences were clear her vital energy had been severely depleted, temporarily reverting her to her cub form. Fortunately, Yi’an had never revealed her true identity to Yun Weiyan.

Otherwise, given Yun Weiyan’s temperament, she might have charged back to the Yun Clan to settle scores with Yun Hanmian.

Are you feeling sorry for me, little one? Yun Weiyan chuckled softly, gently poking the Little Fox’s delicate pink nose. A hint of clarity shone in her eyes.

Even with the Heavenly Dao’s favor upon her, I am still myself. Envy? To be honest, yes, a little. I envy many things about her—she possesses almost everything beyond my reach.

Yi’an tilted her head, gazing at her former friend with a flicker of confusion in her eyes. It was as if she were seeing Yun Weiyan for the first time.

With a clear purpose in my heart, what need have I to fear the long and arduous path ahead? What Yun Weiyan desires, I will not beg for the Heavenly Dao’s pity or charity. I will seize it myself.

Her hazy words drifted through the gentle rain. The Little Fox yawned, its eyelids drooping with drowsiness as it wagged its tail and drifted into slumber.

Once the Little Fox was sound asleep, Yun Weiyan quietly removed her outer robe and draped it over the creature. She then rose from the stone bed and strolled into the rain-soaked bamboo forest.

Standing amidst the drizzling rain, Yun Weiyan snapped off a bamboo branch with one hand. She silently recited a mental incantation, and the branch transformed into a sword, dancing through the air with each strike. Her movements were simple and unadorned, each technique a fundamental sword form.

In the Hall of Righteous Virtue within the Yun Clan, the elders gathered, their faces beaming with joy. The Great Elder, stroking his snow-white beard, smiled so widely his eyes nearly disappeared as he repeatedly congratulated Yun Hanmian.

Congratulations, Sect Leader, on advancing to the Five Declines of Heaven and Man! This is truly a blessing for our Yun Clan.

Sect Leader’s innate talent is unparalleled. Who in the entire cultivation world dares to challenge her? I believe she’s only a hair’s breadth away from the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.

Hahaha! For once, our Yun Clan can finally hold our heads high! Among the six major sects, only Yaotai’s Xu Jianchun has reached the Five Declines of Heaven and Man.

Yun Guiyi snorted coldly, tilting her chin arrogantly. What comparison can be made between the faint glow of decaying grass and the radiant splendor of the moon? That Yaotai cultivator is utterly insignificant compared to our Sect Leader.

The elders echoed their agreement, showering Yun Hanmian with extravagant praise.

In the cultivation world, excluding those reclusive old masters who never showed their faces, only Xu Jianchun and Yun Hanmian had broken through the bottleneck of Late-Stage Mahayana to successfully reach the Five Declines of Heaven and Man.

Xu Jianchun had achieved this feat at the age of seventeen hundred, after accidentally stumbling into the secret realm of an ancient great cultivator and inheriting the cultivator’s legacy, allowing him to leap from the Great Ascension Stage in a single bound.

In contrast, Yun Hanmian, after only four centuries of cultivation, had already reached the Five Declines of Heaven and Man. Such talent and fortune truly made her deserving of the title Number One in the World.

After silently enduring the elders’ flattery for a while, Yun Hanmian grew bored. She cast a few indifferent glances at the crowd surrounding her, then swept her sleeves and strode away.

Yun Guiyi, ever quick-witted, had followed Yun Hanmian for over a century and easily discerned the Sect Leader’s unspoken intentions. She cleared her throat, waited for the crowd to quiet down, and then continued

Esteemed elders, now that the Sect Leader has successfully advanced, and each of you is responsible for the affairs of the various peaks and disciples of the Yun Clan, you may disperse after offering your congratulations.

Her voice carried evenly to every ear present.

The crowd exchanged glances for a moment before an elder with deep roots in the Yun Clan finally spoke up in protest

Yun Guiyi, we have always shown you respect out of deference to the Sect Leader. But according to the Yun Clan’s ancient customs, now that the Sect Leader has reached the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, we must hold a grand banquet, invite guests from across the realm, and proclaim this momentous occasion to the world.

When Xu Jianchun advanced, Yaotai hosted a three-month-long banquet on Kunlun Mountain, inviting the entire Cultivation World and basking in glory. Surely our Yun Clan isn’t inferior to Yaotai?

The elders bombarded Yun Guiyi with their complaints, leaving her no room to speak. Their words carried thinly veiled criticisms of her.

Recalling Yun Hanmian’s expression when she left, Yun Guiyi took a deep breath. As the Sect Leader’s confidante, standing up to these old fogeys was a trivial matter!

Yun Guiyi would never allow any elder to disturb the Sect Leader over such petty concerns!

With renewed resolve, Yun Guiyi’s expression grew even more righteous. Gripping her sword in one hand, she swept a cold gaze across the room, a faint smile playing on her lips. Clearing her throat, she prepared to engage in a fierce debate with the assembled elders.

Your little disciple is quite intriguing, Sect Leader Yun. How about lending her to me for a couple of days? I’ll offer you a top-grade spiritual vein in return. A fair trade, wouldn’t you say?

Outside the Hall of Righteous Virtue, a woman sat casually on the thick branch of a pear tree, swinging her legs. One hand propped up her cheek, while the other idly snapped off twigs to play with.

Hey, Yun Hanmian, at least acknowledge me! After all these years, you’re still as quiet as a clam. And you’re the one who asked me to meet you!

Seeing Yun Hanmian remain unmoved, the woman’s irritation grew. She tossed the branch aside, activated her movement technique, and instantly appeared before Yun Hanmian.

Yun Hanmian glanced up, her eyes meeting the woman’s angry gaze. Ignoring her words, she greeted calmly, Sect Leader Xu, long time no see.

Yun… Han… mian, Xu Jianchun ground out through clenched teeth, rolling his eyes as he launched into a litany of complaints.

Me, the Sect Leader of Yaotai, the Clan Leader of the Xu Clan—one of the Nine Great Clans—you think I’d just come running whenever you call?

Well, guess what? I actually squeezed time out of my busy schedule to see you! And what does the Yun Clan do? No welcoming banquet, no proper reception—instead, I have to sneak in here like a thief…

Yun Hanmian sighed helplessly, her gaze drifting blankly toward the distant scenery. Xu Jianchun’s rant washed over her, entering one ear and exiting the other as she waited for him to vent his frustrations.

As daylight faded into the fiery hues of twilight, Yun Guiyi dragged herself out of the main hall. After battling the elders three hundred rounds, she felt utterly drained, her throat parched and burning.

Her head throbbed with exhaustion as she stumbled forward, pausing with each step. She had intended to seek out Sect Leader Yun Hanmian to report that she had fulfilled her mission, suppressing the elders’ plans for a grand celebration.

But then she faintly heard a vibrant voice

Your Yun Clan’s hospitality could certainly learn a thing or two from Yaotai. Yun Hanmian, I’m not exaggerating—remember seven hundred years ago when I was invited to Yun Clan…

Yun Guiyi followed the sound, circling around to the pear tree near the Hall of Righteous Virtue. She stared in astonishment at Sect Leader Yun and the woman beside him.

She recognized the woman immediately Sect Leader Xu Jianchun of Yaotai.

Xu Jianchun licked his dry lips, his throat sore from hours of continuous talking.

Just as he was about to launch into another lecture on cultivation, he glanced up and noticed Sect Leader Yun’s utterly despondent expression.