The Villainous Supporting Character Ended Up with the Female Lead - Chapter 3

The System fell uncharacteristically silent. It had accompanied Yun Weiyan for nearly four centuries, witnessing her journey through countless trials and tribulations.

Yet only now, after hearing her words, did it realize it had never truly understood her.

According to System protocols, any host who deviates from the established plot is subject to punishment.

Furthermore, if a host harms the protagonist, the System is authorized to directly terminate the host’s soul.

The database was overheating, every line of code screaming for the System to eliminate its host, Yun Weiyan, for attempting to kill the protagonist.

The System remained silent, forcibly suppressing the chaotic data, and stiffly changed the subject

Host, the woman in the forest across the way appears to be from the Floating Beam Sect, based on her attire.

Ten years ago, this area was under Changli’s jurisdiction. Five years ago, after Changli elected a new leader, they traded this territory to Floating Beam.

Hmm, Yun Weiyan murmured, listening to the System’s explanation while constantly observing the yellow-robed woman’s movements.

She wasn’t worried about how much the woman had seen. Since she’d encountered a Floating Beam Disciple immediately after her rebirth, it seemed fate had tied her to the sect.

Floating Beam…

So many familiar faces there.

Yun Weiyan’s thoughts raced. She formed a hand seal to alter her appearance. Cultivators who transformed from plants and flowers were often strikingly beautiful, and such attention would be detrimental to her current situation.

Bai Ke hid behind a tree trunk for a long while. When she no longer heard the sounds of the Thunder Tribulation from the small hill across the way, she mistakenly assumed the Fellow Daoist had perished under the Purple Lightning Tribulation.

After all, even at Floating Beam, Senior Sisters and Brothers undergoing the Orange-White Lightning Tribulation required the protection of Elders and Guardians to ensure their safety and prevent their souls from being obliterated by the lightning.

Let alone the Purple Lightning Tribulation, a phenomenon rarely seen even once in a century.

Bai Ke gripped the edge of her bamboo basket tightly, peering over the tree trunk to survey the smoke-shrouded hillock.

Should I go retrieve the corpse of that great cultivator?

They must be a Rogue Cultivator from Changli.

Ah, Senior, you were born in the wrong era, Bai Ke murmured to herself, cradling her medicinal herb basket as she slowly approached the hillock. If you had come to Floating Beam, even if you failed the Purple Lightning Tribulation, you would at least have survived.

Senior, I am Bai Ke, a disciple of Floating Beam, one of the Six Great Sects. I was fortunate enough to witness your Thunder Tribulation today, but alas—

Alas, life and death are determined by fate. The path of cultivation is arduous. May the Heavenly Dao, which cherishes life, show mercy upon your soul.

Bai Ke’s expression softened with pity. Her eyes welled with tears as she gazed up at the hillock. With one hand, she retrieved a medicinal herb with white flower buds from her basket and gently placed it on the ground.

Under Yun Weiyan’s watchful gaze, Bai Ke bowed three times and solemnly declared in a mournful tone

Senior, may you rest in peace.

Yun Weiyan ……

Host, may you rest in peace.

The System deliberately mimicked Bai Ke’s tone, repeating the eulogy to Yun Weiyan.

Yun Weiyan silently blocked the System in her mind and moved behind Bai Ke, admiring the Floating Beam Sect’s uniform for a moment.

Through the bright yellow figure, she seemed to glimpse Ye Yazi from long ago, when she was still an inner sect disciple of Floating Beam.

Few knew that she and Ye Yazi had once been confidantes, sharing everything with each other.

The eldest daughter of the Ye Clan, Ye Yazi was renowned for her radiant beauty, dignified grace, and refined elegance.

She used to be so quiet and reserved. How did she end up joining the Floating Beam Sect, where everyone has a fiery temper?

Yun Weiyan pondered silently, her hand unconsciously reaching out to grasp a strand of Bai Ke’s dark hair. Just like when she was younger, she tugged Ye Yazi’s braid backward with a slight pull.

Ah! Who dares to pull my hair?!

Bai Ke reacted like a startled cat, instantly whirling around to face the source of the tug.

In that instant, their eyes met.

Bai Ke’s pupils reflected the figure behind her

An unremarkable face, easily lost in a crowd and forgotten the moment it passed. Ragged green robes hung loosely on her frame, her cheeks smudged with ash, revealing only a pair of clear black-and-white eyes. The woman looked like a half-burned lump of coal.

Se-Senior?

Bai Ke coughed a few times and stammered, Senior, you… you weren’t struck by lightning after all?

No, wait! Senior, I didn’t mean it like that!

Bai Ke trembled with nervousness, lowering her head and softening her tone as she mumbled,

Senior, I… I’m sorry.

It’s fine.

Yun Weiyan bent down to pick up the white flower lying on the ground. Its medicinal scent caught her attention, and as she glanced at Bai Ke’s bamboo basket, an idea suddenly formed in her mind.

Lowering her voice, she fixed Bai Ke with a sinister gaze and placed the white flower into her basket. Her tone remained steady as she asked, Are you a disciple of Floating Beam specifically tasked with gathering medicinal herbs?

Bai Ke nodded, her eyes darting nervously toward Yun Weiyan.

She looks rather shabby, Bai Ke thought, but this might be a powerful cultivator who has weathered the Purple Lightning Tribulation and reached the Five Declines of Heaven and Man.

Floating Beam has controlled this territory for five years, yet they never detected her presence. Heavens!

Bai Ke inwardly gasped. She must be a deeply hidden, reclusive powerhouse. I absolutely mustn’t offend her.

Yun Weiyan watched Bai Ke’s rapidly shifting expressions with satisfaction. She clasped her hands behind her back, adopting the air of a seasoned expert, and murmured, I have some connections with the elders of Floating Beam. Since you’ve paid your respects to me today, I assume you’re a filial child. Why not invite me to your feast?

Feast? Senior, what kind of feast would you like? Bai Ke stammered, her mind reeling as she addressed the formidable figure before her.

She was an Outer Sect Disciple of Floating Beam Sect with a Quadruple Spirit Root, having barely achieved Foundation Establishment. She had been transferred to this location just a few days prior and had never interacted with core Sect figures like the Elders.

I’m not dead, so you’re just eating my funeral feast.

Yun Weiyan smiled faintly at Bai Ke, continuing her deception. I’ve heard that everyone in Floating Beam not only loves wine as much as life itself but also brews exceptional vintages. How can you have a feast without wine? Don’t you agree?

Bai Ke couldn’t fathom Yun Weiyan’s intentions but dared not offend this powerful Senior. She nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Host, I must remind you that entering the Floating Beam Sect risks exposing your true identity.

Although the Heavenly Dao can no longer restrain you, Yun Weiyan’s reputation as a Demonic Cultivator precedes her.

Oh.

Yun Weiyan cheerfully fiddled with the bundle of white-flowered medicinal herbs in her hand as she walked back to the Sect with Bai Ke. She lazily responded to the System, I forgot to set a time limit for the concealment. Oh well, I’ll remember next time.

…

Host, please don’t act unilaterally. Heed the System’s advice.

From the moment I was reborn, someone already knew I was still alive.

She lowered her head, gently inhaling the delicate fragrance of the white flowers. Her face remained serene, seemingly indifferent, but her tone carried a hidden edge of menace.

Floating Beam is so much better. At least Yun Chuan doesn’t dare attack us here.

Having followed Yun Weiyan for centuries, the System keenly sensed the hidden meaning in her words. After much deliberation, it cautiously pressed her for clarification.

Host, did you… do something to the female lead?

Nothing too outrageous. I just wanted to see some interesting expressions on her usually icy face.

Yun Weiyan paused, as if recalling past events. The corners of her lips and eyes lifted slightly, her face radiating smug satisfaction as she couldn’t help but chuckle.

The System suspected Yun Weiyan wouldn’t elaborate, but as a responsible entity, it had to inform her of her current state.

Given your recent transformation and the special properties of the precious herb…

Congratulations, Host! Your cultivation has successfully broken through the ninth stage of Qi Refining, surpassing 97% of the Cultivation World. Please continue your efforts!

The smile instantly froze on Yun Weiyan’s face.

Influenced by the founding ancestor of the Cloud Stream Sect, the entire sect held a deep fondness for pear blossoms.

In late spring, the mountains and fields were awash with pear blossoms, their pure white petals rustling in the belated spring breeze. Yun Chuan disciples, clad in white, pink, or light blue sect robes, gathered beneath the pear trees to cultivate and discuss their studies.

This scene was a unique and beautiful spectacle of Yun Chuan.

After hastily finishing her studies for the day, Yun Hanmian headed to Crane-Viewing Terrace to meet Yun Weiyan as agreed.

By her reckoning, it had been quite some time since she had last seen Yun Weiyan.

As the Yun Clan’s designated heir and the Cloud Stream Sect’s universally acknowledged successor to the Sect Leader position, Yun Hanmian had taken on significant public duties and clan affairs in addition to her cultivation.

In Yun Hanmian’s memory, Yun Weiyan had undergone a dramatic change after a severe illness at the age of ten. She had stopped teasing Yun Hanmian and instead began spending her days immersed in the Cloud Stream Sect’s library.

Yun Weiyan told the Elders that she wished to cultivate.

In the Cultivation World, possessing a Five Spirit Root was considered a death sentence for one’s cultivation path.

The Elders accused Yun Weiyan of harboring wolfish ambitions and plotting against the Yun Clan.

Everyone in Yun Chuan saw through Yun Weiyan’s clumsy and underhanded schemes, though they outwardly ignored them, secretly mocking her behind her back.

Yet when Yun Hanmian recalled Yun Weiyan’s desperate climb up the ten thousand steps to enter Yun Chuan at the age of seven, each step marked by a prostrated bow, her heart softened.

If her character was flawed, Yun Hanmian would teach her.

Even at her worst, Yun Weiyan was still someone she had brought back.

As Yun Hanmian pondered, she walked toward the Crane-Viewing Terrace, the gentle spring breeze caressing her hair.

She stopped, her gaze fixed on the scene a few steps away.

White petals fluttered down like snow, carried by the wind. Yun Weiyan stood beneath a pear tree, her eyes sparkling with laughter as she looked at Yun Hanmian.

In her hands, she held a branch laden with pear blossoms, their creamy white petals emitting a delicate, alluring fragrance.

Yun Hanmian felt as if she had been bewitched. Her feet moved against her will, drawing her to Yun Weiyan. She accepted the branch.

Good girl, Elder Sister, Yun Weiyan murmured, leaning against Yun Hanmian’s body.

Yun Hanmian stood frozen, like a fish on a chopping block, waiting motionless for Yun Weiyan to claim her.

Yun Weiyan’s rosy lips, warmed by the sunlight, radiated a soft, inviting glow as they slowly approached Yun Hanmian’s mouth.

When Yun Weiyan’s lips brushed against hers, Yun Hanmian’s vaunted composure finally shattered.

Yun Hanmian’s arms tightened around Yun Weiyan’s slender waist, pulling her firmly into her embrace.

She was the one who brought Yun Weiyan to Yun Chuan.

She was the one who raised her in her arms.

Yun Weiyan is mine.

This realization surged through Yun Hanmian. Yun Weiyan looked up into Yun Hanmian’s dark eyes and smiled sweetly.

Then she buried her face in Yun Hanmian’s neck, her warm breath tugging at Yun Hanmian’s restraint.

The taut string of her self-control snapped.

Yun Hanmian lowered her head and kissed Yun Weiyan.

Pale moonlight streamed through the window as Yun Hanmian, sitting upright and still on the couch, opened her eyes.

Over the past four centuries, the love poison had flared countless times, yet it had remained dormant for the entire decade following Yun Weiyan’s death.

Just now…

Yun Hanmian silently recited the Heart-Calming Mantra, closing her eyes once more.

She’s back.