The Substitute Female Supporting Character Sees the Bullet Screen

The protective mountain array of the Cloud Scripture Sect collapsed, but fortunately, the Mystic Soul Sword stabilized the entire immortal mountain, preventing any significant disturbance.

The massive ice-blue sword, like a stabilizing needle for the sea, calmed the restless hearts of the Cloud Scripture Sect disciples.

The flattened Pill-Forming Peak sat baldly amidst the surrounding spiritual mountains, like a scar on the immortal gate. Every disciple flying by on their swords couldn't help but be drawn to it, their faces showing indignation, vowing to cultivate diligently to avenge the sect's humiliation.

Such ambition was naturally commendable. The elders were pleased to see the disciples spurred to greater efforts by this incident. Therefore, they decided not to repair the damaged scenery on Pill-Forming Peak, leaving that wound as a reminder, and even erected a monument and platform on it for disciples to reflect upon.

A young man with fluttering sleeves passed by Pill-Forming Peak, stopping briefly on his sword before flying toward the medical hall deep within the Cloud Scripture Sect.

He landed outside the spiritual herb garden in front of the medical hall. These gardens were highly sensitive to spiritual energy, so flying was forbidden near the medical hall. He could only hurry along the narrow stone path toward the hall.

His sky-blue disciple robe, like a tender green leaf, stirred up a gust of wind with each step, creating ripples of green as he moved.

Within a few breaths, he had reached the front courtyard of the medical hall, where a female cultivator was carrying dried spiritual herbs. His eyes lit up, and he called out, "Senior Sister Zhou, has Little White Junior Sister emerged from her closed-door cultivation yet?"

The woman he called stopped, helplessly looking at him. "How could it be that fast? Do you come out after just one or two days of meditation retreat?"

"Yes, she's not in a long retreat, so she should be out in one or two days," the young man said, rushing to her side, bending down to catch his breath, then immediately standing straight again, flicking his high ponytail behind him. His frame was almost fully grown, showing a few signs of a dashing demeanor, but his face still carried the naivety of youth, making his intentions obvious at a glance.

He lowered his voice slightly, leaning closer, and asked shyly, "Senior Sister Zhou, could you tell me if Little White Junior Sister is still mad at me?"

Zhou Ting covered her mouth and chuckled lightly. "How would I know?"

A male disciple inside the house heard the commotion and came out. "An Huai, why are you here again? Everyone in the sect is busy rebuilding houses and repairing formations. Why are you so idle?"

An Huai bowed to the man. "Senior Brother Zhao, I'll be going back soon." He took out something wrapped in a handkerchief from his sleeve. "Senior Sister Zhou, could you please give this to her for me? It's my apology, so she can calm down."

His face turned so red it seemed about to bleed, and he didn't dare stay any longer. Without waiting for Senior Sister Zhou's response, he turned and ran. After a few steps, he suddenly stopped, as if remembering something, and turned back. "Senior Sister, please make sure to tell her that I made this myself. If... if she forgives me, could she wear it and show me?"

An Huai pursed his lips, swallowing the rest of his words. Even if she didn't forgive him, she could still wear it. She would look beautiful with it on.

If she didn't calm down, he could just make more things every day to send over. One hairpin wasn't enough; he could make two. Bai Ying never stayed mad at him for too long.

"Thank you, Senior Sister," An Huai said, bowing again before turning and hurrying through the herb garden, flying away on his sword.

Senior Brother Zhao snorted in annoyance. "That brat, always thinking about our Little Junior Sister."

"What were they even arguing about this time?" Zhou Ting muttered, squeezing the item in her hand, guessing it was some kind of hair ornament. She decided to keep it and give it to Bai Ying when she emerged from her closed-door cultivation.

Senior Brother Zhao chuckled indifferently. "They're always arguing, aren't they?"

"True," Zhou Ting laughed, shaking her head. "Just kids being kids."

As they were talking, someone walked out, their gaze falling on Zhou Ting's hand. "Zhou Ting."

Both Zhou Ting and Senior Brother Zhao turned and bowed. "Master."

"Rise," Jing Chongshan said with a gentle wave of his hand, addressing Zhou Ting. "Give me that."

Zhou Ting hesitated. "Master, this is An Huai's apology gift for Little Junior Sister..."

"I heard," Jing Chongshan said, his gentle expression immediately hardening, his brows showing impatience. "Ying is at a critical stage of her secluded cultivation. Don't let these trivial matters disturb her."

Zhou Ting didn't dare argue further, handing the item over with both hands. "Yes, Master."

Jing Chongshan took the item and walked inside. In a secluded spot, he unfolded the handkerchief and saw a wooden hairpin carved from acacia wood, with a small red bead embedded in it. It was rough and crude.

The light from the red bead seemed to reflect in his eyes, and Jing Chongshan's eyes also turned a bloody red. He staggered, leaning against a tree, his fingers tightening abruptly.

The hairpin and the red bead instantly turned to dust. Jing Chongshan closed his eyes and took a moment to steady himself. When he opened them again, the red veins in his eyes had faded. He casually scattered the dust at the tree's roots, wiped his hands with the handkerchief, and threw it away as well.

Jing Chongshan looked up and saw a small white bird flying toward him. He waved his sleeve to cover the traces at the tree, then quickly walked forward, letting the bird land in his palm. "Lingling, you're awake?"

The white bird hopped twice in his hand, then spread its wings and flew back.

Xiao Ling leaned on the bed, watching everything through the eyes of the white bird. She pressed her temples, and Zhu Yan's voice, like a ghost, echoed in her mind.

"Xiao Ling, your final medicinal bath is over. The miasma poison in your body is completely cleared, and your internal organs and spiritual veins are fully healed. The thing Sang Wumian left you before his death can now be used. You no longer need Jing Chongshan."

"I think he's also nearing his limit, on the verge of demonic madness. Be careful; if he goes mad and reveals how he treated you..."

Xiao Ling buried her face in her hands, pleading, "Please stop."

Zhu Yan laughed softly for a while, then continued, "...if that happens, you won't be able to stay in the Cloud Scripture Sect." He added sarcastically, "Although, it's not your fault."

[Wow, Sang Wumian left something for Lingling? Sang, you're redeemed. I swear I won't call you Sang the Dog anymore.]

The worst is Zhu Yan! Zhu Yan is trying to lead the female lead astray.

[Zhu Yan has that vibe of "I'm in the mud, and I'll pull you into it too." I love this kind of sick obsession!]

[Jing Chongshan deserves to die! Bai Ying was such a lovely girl, and her young, innocent romance was cut short because of him. I'm crying.]

The heroine is no longer pure. She could still deceive herself before, but after the last medicinal bath, when she knew everything clearly, she still... and who knows which little girl died for her this time.

Put yourselves in Xiao Ling's shoes, danmu. She can't turn back now. If she refused the last medicinal bath, all those who died before would have died in vain. Besides, who wouldn't want to live? No one can resist the temptation to survive.

This drama has completely deviated from the original novel. Book fans don't recognize this female lead, and drama fans should also separate the book and the drama. Don't go to the original novel to leave negative reviews after watching the drama.

Laughing out loud, the female lead in the original novel also survived by relying on Nie Yinzhi's golden core and eyes. It's all about sacrificing others to benefit oneself. Is there any difference?

Nie Yinzhi was with Gu Jiang at the horse market, choosing horses. Gu Jiang's destination was in the Qingzhou area, about seven or eight days' journey from Approaching Immortals City. They had originally planned to buy a carriage, but after seeing the horses, Nie Yinzhi immediately changed her mind and wanted to ride.

Gu Jiang initially didn't want to indulge her, but Nie Yinzhi waved her wrist, adorned with a ribbon, in front of his eyes, threatening to touch him extensively if he didn't agree. "Then I'll have to find my own fun."

Gu Jiang's eyes darkened. "Have I been too lenient with you?"

Nie Yinzhi took a half-step back, her eyes welling up with tears. "Don't be mad at me. I'm scared."

Gu Jiang: "..." Was that being mad?

Yanyan Tu, who was hopping around nearby, stomped her foot, forgetting about her injury, and winced in pain. "Scared, my foot!"

In the end, the demon lord chose to compromise.

Nie Yinzhi was captivated by a tall and beautiful Akhal-Teke horse. The golden fur and well-defined muscles made her unable to take her eyes off it the moment she saw it.

But while the horse was beautiful, its temperament was equally fiery. As soon as Nie Yinzhi approached to touch it, the horse let out an aggressive snort.

The shopkeeper, standing nearby, warned, "Be careful, young lady. This horse has a fiery temper and is not easily tamed by ordinary people."

Nie Yinzhi quickly retreated to Gu Jiang's side, grabbing his sleeve, "Brother."

Yanyan Tu, limping behind them, felt a chill run down his spine and almost vomited at the sound of her calling him "brother."

Feng Hanying could see through Nie Yinzhi's tactics. She had clearly used this coquettish and manipulative approach to win over Gu Jiang. It seemed his master had seen too few women to fall for such a low-level trap of sweet talk.

Gu Jiang glanced at the Akhal-Teke horse. The horse let out a loud neigh, trying to back away by shaking its reins, but was frozen in place by a single glance from Gu Jiang. Trembling, it lowered its proud head.

While waiting for Gu Jiang to tame the horse, Nie Yinzhi looked up and noticed a series of comments appearing on the screen. The story had just shifted to their scene, and the comments about the previous plot were still visible.

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"Bai Ying..." she murmured softly, an image of a lively figure hopping around appearing in her mind.

Nie Yinzhi had met Bai Ying a few times. When Bai Ying came to Pill-Forming Peak to deliver medicinal pills, she couldn't resist sneaking a few snacks. Later, she made a fragrant pouch as a thank-you gift, awkwardly asking if she could take a few peach blossom cakes with her.

She still remembered the blush on Bai Ying's cheeks. Nie Yinzhi teasingly asked who she was bringing them for. Bai Ying was so embarrassed that she almost wanted to hide her face in her sleeves. "It's for a nuisance. I think the pastries here at Senior Sister Nie's place are the best in the world, but he insists it's because I haven't seen the world and haven't tasted good things, which is why I think everything is delicious."

Nie Yinzhi was immediately displeased and had the chef prepare all her signature pastries, filling two large food boxes for Bai Ying to take. She insisted that Bai Ying make the "nuisance" eat them and provide feedback.

The next day, Bai Ying returned with an apology letter from the nuisance. Her eyes, shaped like crescent moons, sparkled with joy as she pleaded, "Senior Sister Nie, he knows he was wrong. Please don't be mad at him."

A hand reached out to lift her chin. Gu Jiang examined her expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Nie Yinzhi snapped back to reality and shook her head. "It's nothing."

Gu Jiang didn't press further, saying, "Your horse is now obedient. Go pay for it."

"Aren't you going to pick one?" Nie Yinzhi pulled out a stack of gold leaves from her interspatial pouch, exclaiming proudly, "I can afford it!"

Gu Jiang remained expressionless. "I don't know how to ride a horse."

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