The Substitute Female Supporting Character Sees the Bullet Screen

The unnamed demonic cultivators didn't matter, but Feng Hanying, the Demon Lord who played a pivotal role in the original story, had to be present. Nie Yinzhi also specifically named several of his demonic generals who had appeared in the original work.

When Feng Hanying led his generals to the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, the once-ruined and desolate prison for demons, devastated by heavenly tribulation, had miraculously restored itself overnight. His demonic energy collided with the sky above the cave, causing the inscriptions of the Demon Sealing Mark to ripple like water under the shadow of the blood moon.

Beneath the Demon Sealing Mark, the collapsed Black Tower now stood upright in the center of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, piercing through the seal. Feng Hanying, convinced this was another scheme by the righteous cultivators, was consumed by rage. His demonic energy surged, crashing into the detested inscriptions of the Demon Sealing Mark.

A deafening explosion echoed, and a fierce gale swept out from the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. He raised his crescent-shaped blade, ready to strike again, but before he could, a figure flashed before him. Nie Yinzhi suddenly appeared, smiling at him.

Feng Hanying was startled. In his panic, he forcefully retracted his energy, causing it to surge back into his meridians. He grunted in pain, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. "You’re courting death..." he growled.

Before he could finish, Nie Yinzhi slapped him into the Demon Sealing Mark.

The generals accompanying Feng Hanying were stunned. A single thought raced through their minds: with the Demon Realm on the verge of formation, Nie Yinzhi’s actions must be an attempt to seize power. As Feng Hanying’s trusted subordinates, they knew they wouldn’t escape unscathed.

In a flash, they exchanged glances and scattered in all directions.

Nie Yinzhi moved with lightning speed, her figure transforming into a wisp of shadowy light. One by one, she kicked the generals into the Demon Sealing Mark and then leaped into the Ten Thousand Demons Cave herself.

She finally understood the joy of overwhelming power that Gu Jiang had experienced. Thanks to Gu Jiang’s "sacrifice to the demons," Nie Yinzhi, after becoming a demonic cultivator, was no longer restricted by the scarcity of spiritual energy. Already half-stepping into the Mahayana stage, her divine consciousness had been honed by Gu Jiang’s heart’s blood, traveling back and forth through time. In just half a month, she smoothly broke through to the Mahayana stage.

The scene inside the Ten Thousand Demons Cave was identical to her first visit. The central Black Tower, the surrounding cities, and the heavily cloaked demonic cultivators moving about. The core of the illusion formation was located at the base of the Black Tower.

Within this illusion of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, Nie Yinzhi layered another dream-weaving technique. As soon as the generals entered, they became dazed and, following Nie Yinzhi’s design, went to their assigned places, waiting for their roles to unfold.

She entered the Black Tower, where Feng Hanying sat on the obsidian throne, his brow furrowed in struggle. He wasn’t completely ensnared by the illusion.

Nie Yinzhi hadn’t revealed her plans to Feng Hanying. As Han Jing had said, a secret discovered was no longer a secret.

In the original story, Feng Hanying, the great antagonist, had his true body imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, but his demonic energy escaped. Using possession, he infiltrated various immortal sects, stirring up chaos from within. Ultimately, he was defeated by Xiao Ling’s blood, repeatedly lured by its allure to save her.

He assumed different identities and appearances—a young master from an immortal family, a promising sect disciple, even a rising junior brother from the Cloud Scripture Sect. Among all the people Xiao Ling encountered, more than half were Feng Hanying wearing different faces.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

These personas varied in appearance and demeanor, but they shared one common trait: a craving for her blood.

Xiao Ling wasn’t foolish; in fact, she was quite perceptive. Connecting the dots, she unraveled the schemes of framing and entrapping within the immortal sects, exposing Feng Hanying’s true nature. Using her blood, she lured him into a trap, where he was ultimately destroyed by the gathered cultivators, severely wounding his true body in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave.

Her actions earned her unprecedented honor, but they also revealed the power of her blood over demonic cultivators. Previously ignored legends of a divine maiden suddenly gained traction, and even Sang Wumian couldn’t withstand the pressure from peak Nascent Soul cultivators.

In the end, to spare Sang Wumian further difficulty, Xiao Ling secretly took matters into her own hands and stood atop the Ten Thousand Demons Cave.

After the Ten Thousand Demons Cave was breached, it was completely abandoned, with no righteous cultivators guarding it. Feng Hanying’s earlier disturbance had undoubtedly alerted the Wuliang Sect.

Nie Yinzhi sat atop a Buddha statue, swinging her legs as she watched the righteous cultivators rushing toward the cave.

Fortunately, the original story barely mentioned the righteous cultivators who came here, as all the named characters were busy besieging Sang Wumian, preventing him from approaching.

The sky was a haze of yellow sand. Though cultivators should have been protected from dust by their spiritual energy, at this moment, no one noticed the fine particles slipping through their barriers and settling on them.

For a brief moment, their expressions turned vacant. Someone pointed to a protruding cliff on the Ten Thousand Demons Cave and shouted, "Look there!"

As the sand settled, a slender white figure appeared on the cliff.

Xiao Ling gazed down, her plain white dress fluttering in the wind. Her hair, loosened by the fierce gale, clung to her pale face. The wind here was relentless, carrying fine sand that scraped like knives against her skin, leaving tiny cuts that bled faintly.

Beneath the Demon Sealing Mark, a faint stir arose.

Inside the central Black Tower, Feng Hanying’s eyes snapped open.

Under everyone’s gaze, the figure leaped into the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. The gale tore at her white dress, and blood instantly stained a large portion of it. The demons within surged toward the cliff.

This scene was almost identical to when Nie Yinzhi had jumped from the Black Tower.

Nie Yinzhi stood on the Black Tower’s balcony, pleased with the illusion she had created. While she couldn’t maintain an illusion as long-lasting as the one on Long Hidden Island, which had endured for centuries, she could sustain this one for a short while, as the events in the original story unfolded quickly.

If the plot was akin to the workings of the heavens, a mechanism without human judgment, it only sought to reach its predetermined conclusion. This illusion, half-real and half-false, ensnared everyone within it in a dream-weaving technique, aligning with the original story’s progression.

The key characters from the original story were all trapped in this illusion. If even this couldn’t disrupt the plot, then she was out of options.

As the demonic cultivators were weakened by the divine maiden’s blood, a surge of spiritual energy should have been released. Nie Yinzhi had buried a spirit-gathering array beneath the cliff. As the array activated, the spiritual energy grew denser, eventually forming a thin mist.

The true essence sustaining the illusion formation was rapidly depleting. Nie Yinzhi frowned, feeling the strain.

The first to break free from the illusion was Feng Hanying. He suddenly awoke from the dream-weaving technique, staring in confusion at the woman in his arms. She clung to his neck, kissing him with a look of utter hatred, biting her tongue and forcing her blood into his mouth.

In the original story, there was an ambiguous relationship between Xiao Ling and Feng Hanying, though its exact nature was never clarified.

Nie Yinzhi, her inner energy in turmoil, distractedly thought that the faint thread of destiny connecting Feng Hanying might lead to Xiao Ling.

Feng Hanying angrily shoved the woman away, staring at Xiao Ling for a long moment before grabbing her by the throat.

Xiao Ling struggled in his grasp. Feng Hanying knew her; fragments of a dream-like memory had been implanted in his consciousness, so he recognized her.

But the figure before him was merely an illusion. With a squeeze of his hand, he crushed her form into nothingness.

The chaotic swarm of demons vanished, and the flickering Demon Sealing Mark disappeared. The generals, previously writhing in agony as their blood burned, suddenly stopped convulsing and jumped up, exclaiming, "I wasn’t consumed by the flames?"

"My Lord, what’s going on? Wasn’t the divine maiden’s blood supposed to be gone?"

"I feel like I just had a dream."

Feng Hanying’s expression was dark. The blood forced into his mouth had been an illusion, but the warm, sweet taste of it lingered. With a sweep of his divine consciousness, he spotted Nie Yinzhi on the Black Tower’s balcony.

With the core of the illusion destroyed, the entire formation began to collapse. Nie Yinzhi’s knees gave out, and she fell to the ground, vomiting blood. She felt a brief moment of dizziness.

A shadow loomed over her. Feng Hanying, grinding his teeth, spoke in a tone that suggested he wanted to devour her alive, "Shiniang, what kind of game are you playing now?"

Nie Yinzhi's spiritual energy was nearly depleted as she collapsed onto the cracked terrace of the Xuan Tower. With the last remnants of her strength, she reached for the golden sprout on her wrist.

The leaf showed no sign of movement, seemingly unaffected by her efforts.

Nie Yinzhi sighed, "It seems I've failed."

[Poor Feng Hanying being forced to perform. Nie Yinzhi, pay Feng Hanying for his acting fees!]

[Isn't this the climax before the original ending? What is Nie Yinzhi trying to do by creating this illusion?]

[Ahhh! Why did Feng Hanying kiss Xiao Ling? Feng Hanying, you're done for. You can never wash this off!]

[Oh my god! I can't help but suspect that the supporting female character is a transmigrator! A transmigrated supporting character messing up the plot makes all her previous actions make sense. Holy cow, could there really be a sister who crossed over? This is terrifying to think about.]

[Wait, aren't we watching an AI drama?]

[Can AI create entirely new maps that weren't even in the original book? Long Hidden Island isn't mentioned in the book, and the drama's official team didn't create it either.]

[This is getting more and more absurd. It can't be that the AI drama we've been following for half a year is actually set in another parallel world, can it?]

[In the vastness of three thousand worlds, who knows?]

[What's going on? It's suddenly so laggy.]

[Sisters, I'm lagging to death!]

[I thought my internet was broken. It's so laggy!]

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The rain carried a rich concentration of spiritual energy, quickly enveloping everything in a misty haze.

Nie Yinzhi looked down at her wrist. The leaf on her wrist trembled delicately in the rain and mist, its golden flesh tender and vibrant, its outline sharp, veins distinct, and full of life.

Feng Hanying, noticing the leaf on her wrist, felt his anger dissipate. Reluctantly, he conjured a barrier of demonic energy above her head and asked, "Has the master returned?"

Nie Yinzhi looked up at him, her eyes bright, a trail of moisture—whether rain or tears—streaking down from the corner of her eye. She smiled softly and replied, "Yes, he should have returned by now."

Feng Hanying stared at her, his heart inexplicably stirring. He wished for someone who would think of him with such emotion.

Feng Rabbit: A divine love story. I want that too.

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