The Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Captured the Villainous Demon Venerable - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: What Do You Want Me to Do for You?

 

Mo Xun was startled by the system’s sudden voice, and almost reflexively withdrew her hand from Yun Wushang’s back.

 

She withdrew it suddenly, expecting Yun Wushang to question why, but she didn’t.

 

After a brief silence, Yun Wushang flipped the robe, which had been pushed down to her waist, back up, covering her smooth, delicate back. She pulled her hair out from beneath the robe and fastened her waist belt.

 

For a long while, only the sound of fabric friction could be heard in the dimly lit room.

 

It wasn’t until Yun Wushang had meticulously straightened her robes that she spoke, her back to Mo Xun: “Speak. What do you want me to do for you?”

 

Mo Xun was still somewhat dazed when she heard the question. Realizing that Yun Wushang was satisfied with the treatment and had no intention of forcing her to continue, she snapped back to attention.

 

Thinking, “5 reward points, such a bargain,” she somehow ended up saying, in a teasing tone, “It would be nice if you would kiss me actively.”

 

The curved lips, the lazy voice, the casual tone—what they concealed was not her admiration for Yun Wushang, but her craving for reward points and her need for rapid strength enhancement.

 

However, to Yun Wushang, these words were just another blatant declaration of affection.

 

Yun Wushang chuckled softly, suddenly changed her sitting posture, turned to face Mo Xun who was sitting cross-legged behind her, propped one hand on Mo Xun’s knee, leaned forward, and slowly brought her lips closer to Mo Xun’s.

 

Mo Xun watched the playful look on her face, the teasing look on her own face quickly changing to surprise.

 

Mo Xun: I just said that offhand, you’re not going to be serious, are you?

 

Although they had kissed before, this was the first time Yun Wushang had actively initiated a kiss, leaving Mo Xun somewhat flustered. The hand she had placed on the bed involuntarily clenched into a fist.

 

Just inches away from her, Yun Wushang suddenly turned her head, missing Mo Xun’s lips, and rested her chin on Mo Xun’s shoulder. One hand wrapped around behind Mo Xun, fingers weaving into her hair, tracing the back of her head.

 

Then, pressing her lips to Mo Xun’s ear, she said in a slightly teasing tone: “Dream on.”

 

Mo Xun: “…”

 

Yun Wushang released her after saying those three words, pulling back to create distance, seemingly to better enjoy the expression on her face.

 

After a brief moment of shock, Mo Xun couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

 

She’d been tricked…

 

It seemed this Demon Venerable was not only ruthless but also highly skilled at charming people.

 

However, this was better; this was normal.

 

A Great Ascension stage Demon Venerable, such an arrogant person, wouldn’t easily fall for a cultivator only at the early Golden Core stage.

 

And she certainly wouldn’t force herself to kiss someone she didn’t love just to heal her injuries.

 

Mo Xun smiled and said softly, “Rest early.”

 

Yun Wushang stared at her for a moment, then turned and left the bed, walking towards the door. Before stepping out, she replied flatly, “You, too.”

 

Mo Xun watched her leave.

 

Then, she looked down at the spot where Yun Wushang had been sitting on the bed, her thoughts a mess.

 

Yun Wushang’s presence had vanished, but a hint of her faint fragrance remained, continuing to stir Mo Xun’s heart.

 

Fortunately, Mo Xun wasn’t blinded by love and wouldn’t forget what she needed to do because of a momentary lapse in focus.

 

Whether Yun Wushang was genuinely starting to trust her or intentionally getting closer to lower her guard, it wouldn’t affect her plans.

 

She would still dedicate as much time as possible to cultivation, striving to catch up to Yun Wushang’s level in the shortest possible time.

 

Even if it took ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years, she wouldn’t give up.

 

Because, whether as an opponent or a partner, to gain the acknowledgment and respect of a Great Ascension stage Demon Venerable, one must possess strength comparable to hers.

 

Mo Xun sat in meditation and cultivated until the following morning.

 

Hearing movement outside, she opened her eyes.

 

A moment later, the door was knocked three times.

 

The reason she had almost mistaken Yun Wushang for Chu Jiuchu last night was that, in her impression, Yun Wushang wouldn’t knock so conventionally.

 

But last night, Yun Wushang had knocked.

 

Mo Xun left the bed, briefly tidied her hair and clothes, then approached the door and opened it.

 

The person outside was indeed Chu Jiuchu.

 

Mo Xun smiled and greeted her warmly, “Senior Sister, good morning!”

 

Chu Jiuchu was affected by her enthusiasm and smiled gently, “Junior Sister Mo, good morning. You look well.”

 

Mo Xun: After all, my cultivation speed has jumped by 28%. I feel like I’ll soon reach the middle Golden Core stage.

 

Thinking this internally, Mo Xun skipped over the remark and asked directly, “Senior Sister, what is the matter?”

 

“Master has something to discuss with you and asked me to invite you to meet her at the back mountain,” Chu Jiuchu replied.

 

Mo Xun: “Oh… Senior Sister, do you know what it’s about?”

 

Chu Jiuchu: “Master didn’t say, so I don’t know. Perhaps it’s to praise your performance yesterday?”

 

Mo Xun: “Okay, thank you, Senior Sister, for the message.”

 

Chu Jiuchu: “You’re welcome.”

 

Mo Xun briefly parted ways with Chu Jiuchu and flew by sword towards the back mountain. From a distance, she spotted the figure of her Master, Bai Muqing, wearing a white veil.

 

Beside her was another figure: Yun Wushang.

 

Mo Xun landed before the two, bowed to Bai Muqing, and paid her respects: “Greetings, Master.”

 

At the same time, she thought: Yun Wushang is here too, so it’s probably not to praise me… Could it be about the ‘Imperial Sword Art’?

 

Just as she thought this, she heard Bai Muqing ask, “The art you used yesterday, was it the Imperial Sword Art?”

 

“Yes,” Mo Xun answered honestly.

 

Bai Muqing: “Did Yun Wushang give it to you?”

 

Mo Xun: “Yes.”

 

Bai Muqing turned to Yun Wushang: “Why did you give it to her?”

 

Mo Xun mentally cried out, This is bad: It’s really about the ‘Imperial Sword Art’! Please, Yun Wushang, don’t say in front of Master that you don’t want to practice it. It would be hilarious if Master expelled you on the spot.

 

Yun Wushang wasn’t that foolish. Her response was: “Senior Sister Mo needed it more than I did.”

 

Senior… what?

 

Mo Xun froze.

 

In her memory, this seemed to be the first time Yun Wushang had called her Senior Sister. Though it wasn’t directed at her, it still caused a ripple in her heart.

 

Yun Wushang continued: “Senior Sister Mo is not skilled in close combat. The Imperial Sword Art is perfect for her. If she entered the ring and performed as she did the other day, it would damage Master’s reputation. This disciple took the liberty; I ask Master for punishment.”

 

Yun Wushang cupped her hands in a bow.

 

Her words were flawless; Bai Muqing couldn’t find fault with them.

 

“Enough,” Bai Muqing sighed softly. When she spoke again, her tone was much gentler, “Considering your loyalty and sense of righteousness, I should have gifted you another secret manual. However, you possess a variant Ice Spiritual Root, and there is little I can teach you.”

 

Saying this, she took a book very similar to a secret manual from the storage pouch on her waist and handed it to Yun Wushang: “Take this Compendium of Formations to study. Your magical attacks are unstoppable, but your defense is lacking, making you susceptible to sneak attacks. If you can learn defensive formations for protection, it will greatly benefit you.”

 

Yun Wushang accepted the book with both hands: “Thank you, Master.”

 

Then, Bai Muqing looked at Mo Xun and instructed: “Practice the Imperial Sword Art well.”

 

“Yes, Master,” Mo Xun responded respectfully.

 

Bai Muqing said no more and flew off towards the peak where the Immortal Sect Tournament was being held.

 

Mo Xun watched her leave. As soon as her figure disappeared from sight, she immediately turned to Yun Wushang: “The Compendium of Formations sounds very impressive.”

 

She blinked rapidly at Yun Wushang six times, intensely hinting.

 

Yun Wushang glanced at her, a subtle curve forming on her lips. She tucked the book into her storage pouch and flatly uttered two words: “No.”

 

Mo Xun wasn’t surprised but still displayed a look of disappointment: “I suddenly feel like being stabbed one or two more times in the back by you wouldn’t be so bad.”

 

Yun Wushang: “…”

 

Mo Xun: “By the way, you called me Senior Sister today! You’ve never called me that before. Could you call me that again?”

 

Yun Wushang flew into the air, heading toward the competition ring.

 

Mo Xun quickly followed on her sword, shouting as she went: “Junior Sister, Junior Sister Yun, it’s just calling me Senior Sister. Don’t be shy!”

 

Yun Wushang took a deep breath, exhaled, and, slowing her flight speed, replied: “I see you don’t need my hand-holding and hugs today.”

 

Mo Xun: “…”

 

What a precise hit to her weak spot. This sentence struck right at Mo Xun’s biggest vulnerability.

 

Mo Xun instantly became obedient: “Junior Sister Yun, I was wrong. Call me whatever you like… So, can I have a hug before the match starts?”

 

Yun Wushang lightly scoffed, neither saying yes nor no.

 

She turned to face Mo Xun and gave her a very brief hug, just a fleeting touch.

 

Although the hug was perfunctory, it successfully earned Mo Xun her first reward point of the day.

 

The second round of the competition was about to begin. Golden Core cultivators from both sects gradually arrived.

 

Once everyone was present, the Elder of Instruction from the Water Moon Immortal Sect channeled his spiritual power, condensing water into characters, and announced the list for the two-on-two battles in the second round.

 

Mo Xun’s name was in the first row, first column. Her opponent was an outer sect disciple from the Hundred Flowers Immortal Sect named Zhu Le, at the middle Golden Core stage.

 

Middle Golden Core stage… that’s acceptable.

 

Mo Xun’s gaze swept over the list, noticing that after the first round yesterday, most of the early Golden Core cultivators had been eliminated. Fighting against a middle Golden Core cultivator was certainly better than facing Yun Wushang.

 

Across from Mo Xun, the female cultivator in a pink skirt and white veil cupped her hands in a bow towards her: “Zhu Le, late Golden Core stage. Please guide me!”

 

Mo Xun: “…Weren’t you middle Golden Core stage?”

 

Zhu Le: “I accidentally advanced during meditation yesterday.”

 

Mo Xun: That’s a little too accidental!

 

Between the early Golden Core stage and the late Golden Core stage, although there were only two small stages difference, it represented a comprehensive improvement in physical ability, reaction speed, divine sense intensity, and total spiritual power.

 

Today’s opponent was significantly stronger than yesterday’s. Mo Xun wondered if she could still win as gracefully as she did before.