The Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Captured the Villainous Demon Venerable - Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Meaning I Should Be the One to Hug You?

 

Mo Xun outlined Yun Wushang’s beautiful face with an interested gaze, tentatively asking her: “Why such a strong reaction when I mentioned Chu Jiuqu? Are you jealous?”

 

“Jealous?” Yun Wushang scoffed. “I simply dislike her. Her eyes are always filled with scrutiny when she looks at me, as if someone who looks very much like me once dug up her family’s ancestral grave. If you truly like me, then keep your distance from her.”

 

“Alright.”

 

Mo Xun casually agreed, thinking at the same time: Chu Jiuqu did indeed think Yun Wushang’s identity was suspicious; Yun Wushang actually noticed.

 

She was momentarily distracted by this thought, so she didn’t notice that Yun Wushang looked away guiltily as soon as she finished speaking.

 

The two lay on the bed for a moment longer, but Mo Xun was the one who finally got up first.

 

“I’m going to cultivate,” she said, picked up her sword, and left the room.

 

Before long, Yun Wushang followed suit, slowly walking to the doorway.

 

She saw the tall, heroic woman re-tie her hair at the back of her head, then draw her sword and begin practicing the technique of channeling killing intent into her sword.

 

The wind rustled the loose strands of hair framing her face, occasionally obscuring her bright eyes, but it couldn’t hide her resolute, unstoppable demeanor.

 

It was an aura of bravery and persistence that would cross any mountain or traverse any sea of fire.

 

She just wondered: who was the goal she had so firmly locked onto?

 

The next day, the fifth round of the Immortal Sect Grand Competition began. Only four participants remained, yet to determine the final ranking.

 

Mo Xun’s opponent was not Chu Jiuqu.

 

She quietly breathed a sigh of relief and flew onto the stage with her sword.

 

After the teaching elder announced the start of the match, she immediately raised both hands to form seals. Fourteen water spheres floated around her, arranged into two Big Dipper formations.

 

They flew separately to her opponent’s feet and hands. The next moment, spiritual energy fluctuated, and space trembled.

 

Before her opponent could react, their vision changed, and they were already below the stage, feet touching the ground, their sword nowhere to be seen.

 

The match was over.

 

Mo Xun lowered her hands, standing alone on the stage. Her sword hovered beside her. Just like her feet, she hadn’t moved an inch from start to finish.

 

The venue was completely silent. After a long pause, the teaching elder finally recovered and loudly announced the result: “Fifth Round, Match One: Mo Xun wins!”

 

As his voice fell, the area below the stage erupted in an uproar!

 

“What? It’s over just like that?”

 

“If my perception wasn’t wrong, she activated two formations simultaneously?”

 

“Who exactly are the inner disciples of the Water Moon Immortal Sect?”

 

No one questioned whether Mo Xun’s move counted as cheating.

 

Using hidden weapons to injure someone is contemptible. But witnessing someone simultaneously activating two formations to transfer an opponent off the stage like this—whether they understood formations or not—everyone was simply astonished.

 

In the viewing stands, the Sect Master of the Hundred Flowers Immortal Sect exclaimed for the nth time: “The youth are formidable, truly formidable! By the way, Mu Qing, I remember this disciple of yours has dual Water and Wood Spirit Roots? She must have learned your Water Moon Sword Art almost completely. Why don’t you let her join me, and I can teach her the Funeral Flower Art?”

 

“No,” Bai Muqing replied decisively.

 

The Sect Master of the Hundred Flowers Immortal Sect burst into laughter: “Mu Qing, you’re good in every way, except you’re too serious and don’t understand a joke.”

 

“Not even as a joke.”

 

“…”

 

Mo Xun descended from the stage and felt somewhat unaccustomed to the amazed looks she was receiving from everyone around her.

 

Suddenly, someone stepped forward and excitedly began: “Senior Sister Mo, may I ask how you managed, in just a few days…”

 

Before she could finish her question, Yun Wushang suddenly interjected: “It’s time to go back and cultivate.”

 

She said this to Mo Xun, speaking naturally, but given the timing, everyone felt she intentionally interrupted.

 

However, Mo Xun had no intention of answering the person’s question. Hearing Yun Wushang, she responded with a smile: “That’s right, there’s another match tomorrow. We can’t slack off for a second.”

 

After speaking, she flew up on her sword, with Yun Wushang closely following behind.

 

The two flew toward the Inner Sect’s main peak without looking back, leaving a crowd of Outer Sect cultivators looking on eagerly.

 

Back in the room, Mo Xun treated Yun Wushang’s injuries as usual.

 

Since she no longer had a reason to remove Yun Wushang’s clothes, the treatment was completed quite normally.

 

Once Mo Xun finished, Yun Wushang rose and turned to leave.

 

Mo Xun quickly called out to stop her: “Hey, didn’t you forget something?”

 

“I didn’t forget anything,” Yun Wushang stopped with her back to Mo Xun, answering with certainty.

 

But since Mo Xun had spoken, she reminded her: “A hug, just one hug.”

 

Yun Wushang remained silent for a moment, then continued to speak with her back to Mo Xun: “I don’t feel like hugging today. If you want one, hug yourself.”

 

“Meaning I should be the one to hug you?” Mo Xun asked. Without waiting for Yun Wushang’s reply, she flipped herself off the bed.

 

Yun Wushang looked as if she wanted to say something but ultimately said nothing. However, she did not continue to walk out, instead standing still, waiting.

 

Upon understanding her intention, Mo Xun couldn’t help but smile: “Then I won’t be polite.”

 

She walked up behind Yun Wushang, raised her hands, wrapped them around her waist from the back, lowered her head, and gently encircled the entire person in her embrace.

 

Her chest pressed tightly against Yun Wushang’s back.

 

Yun Wushang pursed her lips, her lowered eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

 

She felt the gentle hug and the touch of Mo Xun’s chest. A blush spread across her face, reaching all the way to her earlobes.

 

But she ultimately did not push the person behind her away. Instead, she closed her eyes, allowed the hug for a moment, and then spoke softly, saying only four words: “Know when to stop.”

 

“Got it,” Mo Xun replied happily, releasing her and stepping back.

 

Yun Wushang stood still for a moment longer, then walked out, leaving without looking back.

 

System: “Host, 16 reward points have been stored for you! You need 3 more reward points to exchange for all remaining rewards at once, boosting the speed of spiritual energy healing to the maximum. Then you can heal Yun Wushang’s injuries in just one day!”

 

Mo Xun: This is precisely why I want to save the reward points for later.

 

If she actually healed Yun Wushang’s injuries in one day, it would be over!

 

But she had a question: once she saved 19 reward points, would she still get new reward points for treating Yun Wushang’s injuries?

 

System: “No, Host. You must obtain all rewards from the first stage to unlock the missions and rewards of the second stage.”

 

Mo Xun: There are different missions in the second stage?

 

System: “Yes!”

 

Mo Xun suddenly had a bad feeling.

 

The mission in the first stage had already led to her kissing Yun Wushang. What would the mission in the second stage be?

 

It wouldn’t require her and Yun Wushang to…

 

Stop that thought! Don’t even go there!

 

However, the purpose of doing missions was to become stronger, and becoming stronger wasn’t limited to doing missions. In other words, she didn’t have to complete the missions set by the System.

 

Given this, after tomorrow’s final match against Chu Jiuqu, regardless of the outcome, she would go into seclusion for a few days to quickly break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

 

Mo Xun sat in meditation inside the Spirit Gathering Formation all night. Perhaps because she was too eager, she lost efficiency and didn’t feel the sensation of spiritual energy stagnation followed by a sudden surge in her Dantian. This meant she was still some distance from the Golden Core Great Perfection stage.

 

However, Chu Jiuqu was also at the late Golden Core stage for her final match. Fighting at the same cultivation level was fine—it was fair.

 

Daybreak arrived. At the fighting stage, the Sect Masters of both sects had already prepared the prize for first place, conspicuous on a stone platform covered by a red cloth.

 

Mo Xun and Chu Jiuqu stood on opposite sides of the stage, facing each other, ready to decide the final ranking.

 

The wind was strong today, blowing Mo Xun’s ponytail, which reached past her heart, and the blue ribbon tying it up, causing them to lift and fall.

 

Chu Jiuqu had her hair half-tied in a high bun, her hair neatly styled, unlike the casual look described in the novel.

 

Both simultaneously raised their hands in a salute. Chu Jiuqu spoke first, saying only one word: “Please.”

 

Mo Xun spoke immediately after, saying two words: “Pardon me.”

 

The battle was instantly triggered. It was unclear who struck first; perhaps it was simultaneous.

 

Mo Xun sent her sword out to attack Chu Jiuqu. Chu Jiuqu drew her sword and swung out a sword aura.

 

Mo Xun leaned back, dodging the aura. Chu Jiuqu batted away Mo Xun’s sword and charged forward.

 

Chu Jiuqu’s swordsmanship was decisive and sharp. She clearly wasn’t holding back just because Mo Xun was her junior sister.

 

Mo Xun instinctively rolled on the ground, barely avoiding her attack. Just as she was about to get up, the familiar panic of danger approaching surged into her mind. She was forced to roll again and decisively recalled her own sword to her hand.

 

“Why aren’t you using formations?” Chu Jiuqu asked.

 

Mo Xun’s hand was numb from the force of the impact. While internally marveling that Chu Jiuqu was truly worthy of being the female lead, she replied: “Because I wanted to fight you fairly and squarely.”

 

That sounded cool, but the coolness lasted only two breaths.

 

Mo Xun’s next words were: “I overestimated myself.”

 

As soon as she spoke, fourteen water spheres appeared by her side.

 

Chu Jiuqu’s expression changed slightly, and she hastily retreated to create distance from Mo Xun.

 

Mo Xun didn’t consider herself a person of high moral standing. Not using the Shifting Stars and Changing Constellations formation to teleport Chu Jiuqu off the stage at the start was due to respect for her fellow sect sister, an appreciation for the female lead, and also because she wanted to see if she had any chance of defeating Chu Jiuqu without using formations.

 

However, as Yun Wushang had said, one must always have a backup plan. What if she was losing too quickly and had no time to deploy a formation?

 

Therefore, although Mo Xun didn’t use the formation at the start of the fight, she had already formed the seals and prepared the spiritual energy clusters for the formation activation in her sleeve the moment she raised her hands in salute.

 

Mo Xun: I won the gamble!

 

Mo Xun quickly rose from the ground, raised her hands to form seals, and condensed even more spiritual energy clusters in one go.

 

To avoid the formations at her feet and in front of her, Chu Jiuqu instinctively dodged to one side, only to actively step into the embrace of another formation.

 

The surrounding air trembled, and her vision abruptly changed. Chu Jiuqu was standing below the stage. In her daze, she confirmed her location and looked up at Mo Xun on the stage.

 

Mo Xun looked down at her and cupped her hands in salute: “You let me win.”

 

Chu Jiuqu was stunned for a moment, then laughed, cupping her hands in return: “I am genuinely convinced.”

 

The teaching elder announced the result, and Mo Xun let out a long sigh of relief.

 

She sheathed her sword and looked at the hand that had held it, noticing that her entire hand was trembling uncontrollably.

 

She was busy complaining internally and thus failed to notice that below the stage, Yun Wushang, who had watched the entire match, lowered her raven-black eyelashes, concealing the amazement in her eyes, deep in thought.