The Villainous Supporting Character Ended Up with the Female Lead - Chapter 4

In the Cultivation World, aside from the insignificant minor sects and the Nine Great Clans, only six sects possess truly profound foundations.

They are Shangxuan, Yun Chuan, Floating Beam, Jade Terrace, Changli, and Dao Star—collectively known as the Six Great Sects.

Bai Ke set down her steaming bowl and chopsticks, her willow-leaf brows furrowing slightly as she meticulously counted off the sects on her fingers for Yun Weiyan.

Shangxuan’s talisman arrays are unparalleled throughout history, Yun Chuan is renowned for its sword techniques, Jade Terrace’s whip methods are notoriously difficult to counter, Changli primarily recruits rogue cultivators from all corners, and Dao Star remains secluded and rarely ventures into the world.

As for our Floating Beam…

Bai Ke drew out the last syllable, winking playfully at Yun Weiyan and lifting her chin, her expression brimming with pride for her sect.

Floating Beam’s saber techniques are utterly unique among all the sects in the Cultivation World, earning us the reputation ‘The mad saber drinks bl00d, its blade tasting of a lifetime’s wine.’

As Bai Ke spoke of her sect, her voice unconsciously rose. She drew her treasured blade from its scabbard and slammed it onto the wooden table with a resounding thwack.

Drink the strongest wine, wield the wildest blade, she declared. This is the path to immortality chosen by the Floating Beam Disciples.

With Bai Ke’s tacit permission, Yun Weiyan reached out and touched the curved blade, which shimmered with a silvery light. She suddenly recalled that Ye Yazi seemed to possess a similar weapon.

While Bai Ke continued to boast about her sect’s glorious deeds, Yun Weiyan was mentally consulting with the System about the feasibility of their next plan.

In this cultivation world, ignoring the epic-level bug that was the female lead, Spirit Roots were the foundation of cultivation for all beings, human or demon.

Possessing a superior Spirit Root determined the limits of a cultivator’s potential.

Noble clans and sects would gather rare spiritual treasures to cleanse and refine the Spirit Roots of their members or disciples.

Rogue Cultivators, those who operated alone without sect affiliation, could also transform their Spirit Roots through extraordinary encounters or by killing others to steal theirs.

However, the latter were typically branded as Demonic Cultivators, becoming pariahs in the Cultivation World, hunted like rats in the streets.

Host, wouldn’t acting tonight be too hasty?i the System warned. iIf you alert Floating Beam, your current cultivation level is utterly insufficient to escape.

Hmph.

Yun Weiyan lowered her gaze, concealing the contempt in her eyes. Her long, curled lashes cast dense shadows in the moonlight.

Bai Ke glanced casually at her, her breath catching momentarily. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Yun Weiyan’s origins were shrouded in mystery.

Why would someone suddenly appear in a remote wilderness to undergo the Purple Lightning Tribulation?

Why would a reclusive powerhouse, seemingly afflicted by the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, still need to eat like a cultivator who hadn’t even reached Foundation Establishment?

Why was she completely ignorant of the current state of the Cultivation World?

And most puzzling of all, despite her ordinary appearance, Yun Weiyan possessed an extraordinary presence. Her exceptionally lively eyes constantly flickered with emotions Bai Ke couldn’t decipher.

Bai Ke scoured her memories, but she couldn’t recall anyone more enigmatic than Yun Weiyan.

Could this be the unique charm of a Senior?

Amused by her own thoughts, Bai Ke shook her head and raised her wine cup, preparing to drain it in one gulp. But suddenly, she realized she couldn’t control her body!

Good child, I will remember your kindness with eternal gratitude.

Before the words had even finished, terror flooded Bai Ke’s heart. Cold sweat broke out as she stared at Yun Weiyan, her lips trembling.

Senior, what are you planning?

Why would you remember me with eternal gratitude?

A torrent of questions surged through Bai Ke’s mind. Unable to speak and demand answers, she could only fix her gaze on Yun Weiyan, tears welling in her eyes.

Yun Weiyan gently stroked Bai Ke’s cheek, murmuring her name repeatedly.

In the next instant, she ruthlessly plunged her hand into Bai Ke’s Dantian!

So painful!

Bai Ke couldn’t utter a sound, her eyes widening in near-collapse as she stared at the Senior she had acknowledged earlier that day.

Host, the poison will take effect in half an incense stick’s time. Please act quickly.

Hearing the System’s warning, Yun Weiyan immediately tore the Spirit Root from Bai Ke’s Dantian.

Bl00d, thick with the metallic tang of iron, dripped steadily onto the ground. The sticky fluid coated Yun Weiyan’s hand, and some splattered onto her face.

Yun Weiyan seemed indifferent to these details.

Under Bai Ke’s despairing gaze, Yun Weiyan coldly ended her life with a curved blade.

The corpse fell stiffly to the ground, still steaming. Yun Weiyan crouched down and smoothed Bai Ke’s wide-open eyes.

The Spirit Root, now severed from its master, radiated a faint, bl00d-streaked glow. Just as Yun Weiyan was about to swallow it, a crisp voice interrupted her.

Bai Ke! I heard you met a powerful cultivator. I came to see!

Chu Yu pushed open the door, and the scene that greeted her sent a chill down her spine.

Bl00d splattered across the floor, a lifeless corpse, and a stranger clutching a Spirit Root.

These sights led Chu Yu to only one conclusion.

Demonic Cultivator attack!

Chu Yu screamed, her shrill voice piercing the silent night.

Demonic Cultivators! Where are they?!

How dare Demonic Cultivators trespass on Floating Beam!

Her cries echoed across the camp, and the Floating Beam Disciples stationed nearby immediately sprang into action.

Host!

Thirty-six strategies—retreat is the best!

Annoying.

Yun Weiyan silenced the System’s warning alerts with a flick of her wrist. A cruel smile curled her lips as she devoured Bai Ke’s Spirit Root piece by piece before Chu Yu’s eyes.

The long-absent spiritual power surged through Yun Weiyan’s limbs. She flexed her wrist, licked the bl00d from the corner of her mouth, and felt the primal thrill of malice, etched into her very bones, roar within her.

Kill them!

Devour their Spirit Roots!

Nourish your cultivation with their spiritual power!

Under Chu Yu’s horrified gaze, Yun Weiyan picked up Bai Ke’s curved blade, her voice tinged with nostalgia.

How convenient. I happen to know a little about Floating Beam’s swordsmanship.

Help—

Before Chu Yu could even finish her plea, Yun Weiyan’s blade sliced through her neck in a single, fluid motion. With a swift, backhanded strike, she plunged the blade into Chu Yu’s Dantian, extracted her Spirit Root, and swallowed it whole.

The entire sequence was executed with seamless precision.

Yun Weiyan channeled the absorbed spiritual power through her body with satisfaction. The System informed her that cultivators who had transformed from plants or flowers could not possess Spirit Roots like human cultivators before reaching the Golden Core stage.

However, they could devour other cultivators’ Spirit Roots, digest their cultivation, and claim it as their own.

Before obtaining Yun Hanmian’s Chaos Spirit Body, Yun Weiyan planned to seize Spirit Roots to rapidly advance to the Golden Core stage.

As for any notions of morality or righteousness, she couldn’t care less.

Any means that achieved her goal was a good means.

Selfish, self-serving, devoid of grand ideals?

Let them hurl insults all they wanted. If Yun Weiyan became the first cultivator in nearly a thousand years to ascend in this world, those who cursed her would only be fit to gaze up in awe.

Demonic woman! Cease your madness!

Floating Beam Sect disciples from nearby encampments rushed to the scene, surrounding her with drawn swords.

Yun Weiyan glanced disdainfully at the swarming crowd around her, lazily raised her curved blade already stained crimson, and said indifferently, Come on, you trash. All of you at once.

Yun Chuan, Zhengde Hall.

Yun Hanmian knelt quietly on a meditation cushion, her head bowed and eyes lowered as she waited for the woman behind the gauzy curtain to speak.

This woman had been Yun Hanmian’s teacher since childhood, guiding her on the path of cultivation.

According to proper etiquette, Yun Hanmian should address her as Master.

However, this Master had bypassed the Yun Clan and Yun Chuan entirely, establishing direct contact with Yun Hanmian during her early years.

To this day, no one in the Yun Clan knew of her existence.

Though Yun Hanmian possessed the Chaos Spirit Body, without her Master’s guidance, her cultivation journey would never have progressed so smoothly.

The Yun Clan had always upheld strict adherence to etiquette, and Yun Weiyan, as the clan’s heir, had been raised to value it even more.

Yun Hanmian held her Master in the utmost respect, despite never learning her true name.

Hanmian, the woman finally spoke, breaking the long silence that had stretched through half the night.

Why did you conceal Yun Weiyan’s use of the Love Gu from me for four centuries? If I hadn’t sought you out tonight, your cultivation would have regressed by several realms.

The woman parted the gauzy curtain and slowly approached Yun Hanmian. Daring not to offend her Master, Yun Hanmian could only glimpse the hem of her skirt through the corner of her eye.

Yun Weiyan truly is a scourge. The Love Gu has been lost to this world for millennia, yet she still managed to learn it.

A light, bell-like laugh reached Yun Hanmian’s ears. She remained silent, but unexpectedly, her Master suddenly crouched down and gripped her chin with one hand.

Forced to meet the woman’s gaze, Yun Hanmian saw pale, autumn-water-like brows and a face as radiant as peach blossoms. A vivid crimson cloak concealed her figure.

Master, Yun Hanmian murmured.

Don’t call me Master! the woman snapped, tightening her grip on Yun Hanmian’s chin. The jade-like skin immediately flushed with red marks.

Yun Hanmian, let me make this clear tonight the Love Gu will relentlessly manipulate the emotions of its victim until they fall completely and wholeheartedly in love with the Gu Master.

Once the victim loves the Gu Master, the Love Gu will gradually devour her spiritual power. In extreme cases, it will even compel the victim to willingly offer up her Spirit Root.

Dark clouds concealed the faint moonlight, and the evening breeze stirred the thin, cicada-wing-like gauze curtains.

Yun Hanmian stared at the woman’s opening and closing lips, each word echoing through the empty hall.

Yun Hanmian, there is only one way to break the Love Gu kill the Gu Master.

If you still wish to ascend to the Great Dao, Yun Weiyan must die.

Yun Hanmian bowed to the woman, then nodded under her watchful gaze. With a slight nasal tone, she replied, Mn.

When Xu Yue received the Outer Sect Disciple’s distress signal, she set out immediately, rushing through the night to the site of the Demonic Cultivator’s appearance. By the time she arrived, dawn had just broken, and a thick, hazy mist shrouded the forest.

Xu Yue was one of Floating Beam’s Inner Sect Elders. After Changli ceded this territory to Floating Beam, the Sect Leader had dispatched her to garrison the area.

The region possessed abundant spiritual power and was rich in medicinal herbs. Though Floating Beam specialized in neither alchemy nor medicine, cultivators inevitably sustained injuries, making a free herb field a valuable asset.

This forest served as the Outer Sect Disciples’ primary herb-gathering grounds.

Xu Yue gripped the curved saber at her waist, calling out the names of several Outer Sect Disciples. The forest remained eerily silent, as if never inhabited.

Cough—cough—

A faint cough from the southwest corner caught Xu Yue’s attention. She followed the sound and discovered a young woman wearing the uniform of a Floating Beam Sect Disciple.

Who are you? Xu Yue demanded, pressing the saber against the woman’s abdomen while channeling spiritual power to heal her wounds.

The woman’s eyes fluttered open. She managed to utter a single word before collapsing unconscious into Xu Yue’s arms.