The Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Captured the Villainous Demon Venerable - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: That’s What You Call Liking Someone.

Mo Xun circulated her spiritual energy, healed the wound on her ear, and then picked up the Imperial Sword Art from the ground.

Anger aside, there was no reason to refuse a manual delivered right to her hand.

Besides, she hadn’t just learned today that Yun Wushang wanted to kill her. She just didn’t expect her to act before her cultivation realm recovered.

Mo Xun: Wait a minute, could she be testing my Evasion ability? Did she notice?

Master didn’t notice, so she was deeply disappointed in her.

Senior Sister didn’t notice, so she didn’t mention it when she tried to comfort her.

But Yun Wushang noticed.

That’s why she ambushed her from behind, to see if she could really dodge.

To this, the system responded: “According to the original book’s setting, if she truly wanted to kill you, she wouldn’t launch an attack of this level.”

Mo Xun: …I misunderstood her.

Mo Xun sighed, no longer angry at Yun Wushang, but not regretful either.

Even if Yun Wushang’s strike wasn’t aimed at her vital points, the fact that she was injured was real.

Before, she had also sliced her neck with a sword.

She should be firm with this woman, let her know that this behavior is wrong, to prevent the same situation from happening again.

But, would Yun Wushang come tomorrow night?

Mo Xun went to the pond, took a bath, changed into clean clothes, and returned to her room to meditate and cultivate. When dawn came, she planned to have the system guide her in practicing the Imperial Sword Art.

Unlike the Water Moon Sword Art, the Imperial Sword Art was a purely sword-fighting manual. It involved injecting spiritual power into the sword, controlling the sword for offense and defense, and ultimately achieving the effect of man and sword becoming one.

Once she mastered the Imperial Sword Art, she would never have to worry about not finding her sword during a fight again!

Mo Xun practiced and practiced, from morning till night, from day till darkness. Even when her stamina and spiritual power were utterly depleted, she refused to return to her room to rest.

However, Yun Wushang didn’t come.

Although it was the expected outcome, Mo Xun was still a little disappointed.

Her spiritual power was exhausted, and the sword flying in the air fell lifelessly to the ground.

Mo Xun’s gaze followed it down, panting, struggling to maintain her consciousness.

She clearly knew that at this stage, stacking Evasion to 100% was more important than anything else. Instead of practicing the Imperial Sword Art here, she should be figuring out how to persuade Yun Wushang to continue accepting her treatment.

But she was unwilling.

Yun Wushang was the one who needed treatment. Why should she be the one to persuade Yun Wushang, and not the other way around?

The Great Vehicle Stage Demon Lord, sounding intimidating, only had Golden Core stage strength now, didn’t she?

The night was very deep, and her body was extremely fatigued. Mo Xun gave up her persistence and returned to her room to rest.

Thus, she did not know that shortly after she entered the room, a figure walked out from behind a tree and quietly left.

It was Yun Wushang.

The second day, the third day, the fourth day… In the following days, Yun Wushang did not come, and Mo Xun did not look for her, focusing on cultivation.

She either sat on the bed circulating her spiritual energy to raise her cultivation, or she practiced the Imperial Sword Art in the clearing outside the house.

After more than ten days passed like this, with only the last three days remaining before the Grand Immortal Sect Competition… Mo Xun appeared outside Yun Wushang’s door with mixed feelings.

Mo Xun: “How can she endure this? Doesn’t she need treatment anymore? Doesn’t she know that if she just comes over and shows a little weakness, I could heal her to the heavens?”

System: “Does the host mean to blast her to the sky with spiritual energy?”

Mo Xun: …I don’t want to talk to a system that doesn’t understand hyperbole.

However, despite her thoughts, Mo Xun knew that Yun Wushang would never show weakness voluntarily. If this woman knew how to show weakness, she wouldn’t be the ruthless Demon Lord.

She had to admit that she was the one who needed Yun Wushang more now.

Yun Wushang’s injury could still heal without her, but her Evasion could only be stacked through Yun Wushang.

This time, there was no barrier blocking her. Her knuckles successfully tapped on the wooden door, knocking three times in succession.

“Junior Sister Yun, it’s me, Mo Xun.”

Mo Xun spoke in a businesslike tone, not wanting her proactive visit to seem too eager.

“I came to check on your injuries. If you don’t need it, then forget it.”

She said, starting to count seconds in her head, intending to leave when she reached ten… no, thirty… sixty… leave when she reached sixty.

Mhm, she’d give Yun Wushang one minute to decide.

However, just as she reached three, there was a sound from inside the room.

At five, the door was opened from the inside.

Yun Wushang, dressed in white, stood at the doorway. Her complexion was indiscernible. She looked up and stared at Mo Xun for a moment, then said lightly: “Come in.”

After speaking, she turned her back and walked to the edge of the bed to sit down.

Mo Xun said “Okay” and stepped into Yun Wushang’s room, carefully closing the door.

A faint fragrance permeated Yun Wushang’s room. It was hard to tell if it was Yun Wushang’s own scent.

The Demon Lord, whose true realm reached the Great Vehicle Stage but currently only possessed Golden Core strength, sat elegantly on the edge of the bed. Her hair and clothes were meticulously maintained.

She wasn’t looking at Mo Xun, but fiddling with her fingernails, opening her mouth seemingly carelessly: “I thought that after that day, you wouldn’t like me anymore. Am I that charming in your eyes?”

Mo Xun was silent for a moment before replying: “As a Senior Sister, caring about a Junior Sister’s injury is what I should do.”

She looked at a spot where Mo Xun wasn’t and said to Mo Xun: “It seems you already understand me very well. I only have a pretty face, and I’m not actually worth anyone’s affection.”

The way she said this…

Mo Xun was stunned for a moment.

Although it was a bit different from showing weakness… she had originally expected Yun Wushang’s attitude towards her to be colder and more arrogant.

Not like this, avoiding eye contact and speaking self-deprecatingly.

Mo Xun was a person who got stronger when encountering a strong opponent and preferred soft over hard approaches. When facing someone with a tough attitude, she wouldn’t back down an inch, but when facing someone who voluntarily showed weakness or compliance, she couldn’t bring herself to be hard on them.

She stared at Yun Wushang’s profile for a while, sighed quietly, and spoke: “Who said that? Besides your face, you also have a good figure. Your figure is beautiful too.”

Yun Wushang: ?

Yun Wushang finally turned to look at Mo Xun, her expression complex, containing accusation and helplessness.

Seeing her expression, Mo Xun couldn’t help but smile, then continued with a curved lip: “Alright, seriously, you’re actually quite a good person.”

“Such as?” Yun Wushang wanted a more specific answer.

Mo Xun thought seriously for a long time: “After you ambushed me that day, you not only apologized but also gave me the Imperial Sword Art Master gave you. Although you’re stubborn, you actually have a good attitude toward admitting your mistake.”

Yun Wushang: “I gave you the Imperial Sword Art because I didn’t want to practice it.”

Mo Xun: “Right, right, right. That’s what I mean by stubborn.”

Yun Wushang: “…”

Mo Xun: “As the saying goes, to err is human, to forgive is divine. For the sake of the Imperial Sword Art, I forgive you and still like you.”

Yun Wushang pursed her lips, wanting to speak but ultimately saying nothing.

Mo Xun approached her with a smile: “Old rule, after I treat you, you owe me a hug.”

“Just a hug?” Yun Wushang asked.

“What, do you want me to kiss you too?” Mo Xun raised an eyebrow.

She just asked casually, but Yun Wushang seemed to think of something. She lowered her head, and a slight blush appeared on her cold, pale cheeks.

Mo Xun was stunned again.

Mo Xun: Is the Demon Lord such an easily shy personality? Is this right?

“I need your treatment,” Yun Wushang said with her head still bowed. Her cheeks were red, but her tone was calm and indifferent. “You know how seriously injured I am, and you know I don’t want anyone to know about my injuries. You could have used this to coerce me and demand more outrageous things.”

“Such as?” This time, it was Mo Xun’s turn to pursue the question.

“Such as, pressing me down and humiliating me.”

Yun Wushang’s answer was overly direct, causing Mo Xun to display a look of disbelief.

Yun Wushang looked up, taking in her reaction, and chuckled: “Heh, you never thought about it? Then what about now?”

“Now… what do you mean?” Mo Xun wasn’t sure if Yun Wushang was hinting at something.

Mo Xun: Does she want me to have her? No, no, no, how is that possible? I’m just a Golden Core cultivator with messy sword skills and flawed footwork. She has no reason to like me at all… so, is she testing me?

The two stared at each other in silence. Neither spoke, nor did either of them look away.

Mo Xun tried to ascertain her intention from Yun Wushang’s face, while Yun Wushang also looked like she was trying to figure something out from Mo Xun’s face.

“Do you want to be humiliated by me?” Mo Xun asked very directly.

Yun Wushang: “…Of course not.”

Mo Xun: “Phew, you scared me. I thought you were hinting at something.”

Yun Wushang: ?

“Since you don’t want to be humiliated by me, I won’t humiliate you,” Mo Xun said, adopting a serious tone. “That’s what you call liking someone. The kind of affection that hurts the other person can’t be called liking at all.”

Yun Wushang stared back at Mo Xun in silence.

After a while, she sighed, turning her gaze elsewhere.

Perhaps this is what you get from a cultivator who hasn’t experienced the mortal world yet. How “pure.”

Pills, magic tools, manuals.

She could even have her kill for her, killing anyone she disliked.

Yet, in the end, all she wanted was a hug.

Yun Wushang was accustomed to cold transactional exchanges. The first time she encountered someone willing to treat her injuries unconditionally, she felt a sense of unease.

But it seemed that Mo Xun had no other intentions besides wanting to be close to her.

Thinking this, Yun Wushang closed her eyes: “Treat me. Once I am healed, I will certainly not mistreat you.”