The Cannon Fodder Supporting Female Character is Still Alive Today - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Alive

 

One certain morning, Bai Yao transmigrated into a book.

 

She transmigrated into a melodramatic, tragic heroine novel she was currently following, becoming a cannon fodder supporting female character who was supposed to die immediately upon her debut.

 

Yun Niao.

 

Yun Niao’s mother was a ruthless woman.

 

She not only schemed to steal the heroine’s mother’s position but also moved into the General’s residence with Yun Niao, who was not actually the General’s biological daughter.

 

The heroine’s mother was directly angered to death, and the heroine was left alone to wander for many years.

 

However, the wheel of fortune turns. In the year the heroine turned seventeen, the General, who had accidentally learned the truth, killed Yun Yao’s mother in extreme rage, and subsequently dealt with Yun Niao as well.

 

When Bai Yao transmigrated, Yun Niao’s mother had just been killed by the General.

 

The General, carrying a blood-stained saber, charged all the way to the side courtyard and raised his weapon, pointing it at Bai Yao.

 

A cold wind spiraled high; a blood moon hung in the sky.

 

The three-foot-long saber was covered in warm, crimson blood, completely obscuring its silver gleam.

 

Perhaps, have you ever experienced despair?

 

One second she was still munching on a steamed bun, sighing over the agonizing love between the male and female leads in the book.

 

The next second, she was about to sacrifice her life for the heroine’s future.

 

When I die, please take my ashes…

 

No, wait.

 

Hold on a minute, I can still be saved.

 

The General approached step by step, wielding his large saber.

 

His large face trembled. The wind whistled fiercely.

 

In the nick of time, Bai Yao looked at the General, whose killing intent was at its peak. She let out a shriek, prostrated herself on the ground, and after a sequence of extremely bizarre limb twitching, she struggled back up like a soft willow bending against the wind.

 

Amidst the bewildered and stunned gazes of the servants, Bai Yao’s starry eyes welled with tears. Her jade-like hands trembled as she called out to the General with profound sorrow and grievance:

 

“Xiao… Jiu… Lang.”

 

The General’s whole body shook. The blood-soaked saber suddenly dropped to the floor.

 

“Xiao Jiu Lang” (Little Ninth Lord) was the intimate pet name the heroine’s mother, Luo Qingfan—the woman the General loved most—used for him.

 

This nickname originated when they were childhood sweethearts. Others did not know it, and Luo Qingfan never used it again after marrying into the General’s residence.

 

In this moment, the General, whose eyes were red with killing rage, instantly lost his murderous intent. His lips, hidden beneath his thick beard, trembled uncontrollably. Finally, he managed to utter two words that were off-key: “Qingfan?”

 

Bai Yao looked heartbroken, her gaze both avoiding and inviting: “It is I.”

 

Bai Yao’s eyes were full of sorrow, her voice laced with melancholy: “I possessed her body, only to see you one last time.”

 

Question: What does one rely on to survive in this world?

 

Power?

 

Potential?

 

Effort?

 

Luck?

 

Looks?

 

Acting skills?

 

Forget it.

 

Purely relying on the will to survive.

 

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Bai Yao spent more than half an hour reminiscing with the General about their romantic past.

 

She finally concluded with the line: “My spiritual power is insufficient, I can only stay for this long. This body suits my horoscope, so I could only possess it to see you.” This finally made the General drop his intention to kill.

 

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That night, Bai Yao packed her belongings, ready to flee.

 

The little maid in the room helped Bai Yao pack, wiping tears as she worked: “The General is excessive, but Miss, you can’t just run away from home like this!”

 

The little maid pondered, feeling it still wasn’t right: “An unmarried lady causing a scene like this will ruin everything. I can’t let you leave! I must tell Granny!”

 

Bai Yao immediately grabbed the maid’s hand and hurriedly said: “No, I am not running away from home.”

 

The little maid’s eyes were glistening with tears: “Then, then what are you doing?”

 

Bai Yao’s eyes darted around, and she said sincerely: “Westward, to seek the true scriptures.”

 

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Tripiṭaka, I’m sorry.

 

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The little maid asked: “Why must you seek the true scriptures? What are the true scriptures?”

 

Bai Yao replied solemnly: “You must have seen it just now; I was possessed. Have you ever been possessed in your life?”

 

The little maid shook her head: “No. Today was the first time I saw it.”

 

“Exactly,” Bai Yao said: “Let me tell you, being able to be possessed means my physique is different from normal people; I’m naturally rich in spiritual energy. Since ancient times, there have only been two paths for spiritual people like me.”

 

Bai Yao held up two fingers: “One, comprehend the true scriptures and achieve enlightenment; two, remain ignorant and be harvested by ghosts.”

 

Bai Yao stated gravely: “So, if I want to live, I can only choose the first path.”

 

She lifted her chin and asked: “Do you want your Miss to be well?”

 

The little maid was confused and scared: “Y-yes, I do.”

 

Bai Yao nodded, grinned, slung her bundle over her back, and climbed out the back window. Before leaving, she cupped her hands towards the maid: “The martial world is vast, we shall meet again.”

 

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Meet again my butt.

 

15

 

When Bai Yao was thrown back into the room by the General’s Manor secret guards, she was face-to-face with the little maid’s not-yet-dry tear stains.

 

The little maid blinked: “Miss, why are you back? Did you miss me?”

 

Bai Yao: “Mhm.”

 

The little maid suddenly smiled: “Miss, you are so kind!”

 

Bai Yao: “Mhm.”

 

The little maid: “I’ll help you get out!”

 

Bai Yao: “Mhm. Huh?”

 

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Half an hour later, Bai Yao was sprawled on the little maid’s back, being carried out of the General’s Manor by the maid, who was moving so fast in the night she was almost a blur.

 

After flying several hundred meters, the little maid landed steadily, setting Bai Yao down gently.

 

The little maid smiled and cupped her hands: “Miss, the martial world is vast, we shall meet again.”

 

Bai Yao: “Alright.”

 

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What exactly was the ancient martial world like?

 

Having read so many historical/fantasy novels, Bai Yao was quite looking forward to it.

 

Beautiful heroes, drinking wine and composing songs. Brotherhood, romance.

 

Maybe she could even find a jade-like young master and have a passionate, unresolved love affair.

 

Bai Yao shouldered her travel pack and headed west.

 

The road to happiness lay at her feet.

 

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The General’s Manor had treated Miss Yun Niao quite well. Bai Yao quickly counted the money she had brought out and estimated that she wouldn’t have to worry about food, clothing, or shelter for a long time.

 

To prevent showing off her wealth and inviting trouble, Bai Yao deliberately exchanged the large silver notes for small change and purchased a set of more modest clothing.

 

As for the reason she chose the outfit, first, the color was a greyish-blue—grey like pigeon down, blue like the vast sky. Second, the style…

 

Never mind.

 

The main reason was that the color made her skin look fair.

 

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Bai Yao successfully slipped out of the city and continued westward.

 

New clothes, new outlook, feeling refreshed and energized.

 

Standing in the suburban area outside the city, there was no one around, only lush green vegetation.

 

Bai Yao inhaled a large breath of smog-free air and felt incredibly broad-minded.

 

Ah, that distant barren mountain is a truly spiritual mountain. This nearby wild ridge is a truly beautiful ridge.

 

The world is vast. As long as I stay far away from the male and female leads, I, this cannon fodder, can definitely be self-reliant, live long, and achieve perfect happiness.

 

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Perfect happiness my butt.

 

21

 

Bai Yao sat in the rocking carriage, once again cursing the world of this book in silence.

 

The carriage was probably traveling on some bumpy mountain road, jostling her so much she felt like falling apart.

 

However, no matter how bumpy it was, Bai Yao didn’t have to worry about hitting her head on the carriage body.

 

Because she was currently in a sea of flesh.

 

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Bai Yao was not knocked out and dragged onto the carriage. The people who abducted her merely covered her mouth, and two others came over, quickly completing a perfect tying-up package for her.

 

Bai Yao, tied up like a shrimp, was shoved into a carriage where she had a strange encounter with a group of young girls.

 

Of course, she found it strange, but the others were already crying themselves into near hysterics.

 

The small carriage was now crammed with over a dozen young girls, squeezed together and swaying with the vehicle.

 

Bai Yao was one of them.

 

Everyone’s hands and feet were bound and their mouths were gagged. They were packed in tightly. Bai Yao felt like a steamed bun forcefully stuffed into a steamer basket.

 

Ah.

 

She was abducted too hastily today. She hadn’t had breakfast yet.

 

Ah.

 

She really wanted to eat Din Tai Fung‘s steamed soup dumplings.

 

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Is being abducted shameful?

 

No, not shameful.

 

Many historical/fantasy heroines have gone through such trials.

 

So, what is the key point?

 

High IQ! Be brave and make changes!

 

IQ might not be enough, so let’s try to make some changes first.

 

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First step in simulating the heroine’s self-rescue routine: stay as steady as an old dog, no matter how panicked you are inside.

 

When the ropes on her feet were untied and she was pushed out of the carriage, Bai Yao walked with a straight back amidst the wobbly group of girls. Because she walked extra proactively, she avoided many kicks and punches.

 

In the end, she walked so fast that she was stopped by the big man in black.

 

“Hey, you at the front! Trying to reincarnate?”

 

Bai Yao stopped immediately, bending low in deference: “Please, you first.”

 

The man in black didn’t think much of it, glanced at her, and walked to the front to lead the way.

 

Bai Yao deliberately slowed her pace and followed.

 

Her internal monologue was: Reincarnation is a job that should be left to you, you bastard.

 

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Bai Yao felt that this world was starting to emit friendly light toward her.

 

Location: A woodshed.

 

Details: A wooden door and a small window with wooden bars.

 

Props: A pile of scrap wood that could be stacked to a certain height.

 

Detail Hint 1: The stacked scrap wood is exactly high enough for a young maiden to reach and climb out the window. Detail Hint 2: The wooden window is made of a row of thin wooden bars that look extremely easy to break.

 

External Hint: The reasonable use of cloth strips can greatly increase the chance of damage.

 

Look at this. This is such a kind and friendly standard escape setup.

 

The road to survival is right before her eyes.

 

Stacking all the scrap wood from the side, Bai Yao stood in front of the wooden window and smirked wickedly. Under the horrified gaze of the girl opposite her, she reached for her waistband.

 

“Don’t panic, little sister. Your ‘big brother’ will lead you to freedom right away.”

 

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After wrapping her waistband around the wooden bars, Bai Yao crossed and twisted the material, exerting force. A few seconds later, two wooden bars were successfully snapped.

 

Ah.

 

I’m amazing.

 

Bai Yao turned back, wearing a comforting, benevolent smile, intending to share her joyous achievement with the girls in the room. But she saw everyone in the room staring at the wooden door, with no one looking at her.

 

Immediately, Bai Yao faintly heard a muffled voice outside the door. Several girls sitting near the door quickly got up and moved aside.

 

The next second, the wooden door was kicked open.

 

The heavy wooden door shattered onto the ground, stirring up flying dust.

 

A male voice shouted from outside: “Come out! You are safe now!”

 

The roomful of young girls instantly cheered and ran out.

 

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Bai Yao stood on the pile of dry branches, still clutching her waistband, dumbfounded and completely defeated.

 

See? Cannon fodder is cannon fodder. Even when I try to channel the heroine aura and save the day, someone else cuts me off.

 

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While Bai Yao was feeling depressed, a face peered in through the open doorway.

 

The owner of the face saw that someone was still standing foolishly in the room and lightly stepped inside from outside.

 

The dust inside the room hadn’t settled, flying gracefully in the bright sunlight, perfectly contrasting with the person’s snow-white robes.

 

In the brief moment Bai Yao was dazed, the owner of the robes lightly tapped the ground and instantly swept over to Bai Yao’s side.

 

Looking at the “high platform” of crisscrossed branches beneath Bai Yao’s feet, and then at the cloth strip in her hand, the person roughly understood what she was doing.

 

Glancing at Bai Yao’s attire, which implied she had somewhat “unbound” her robes, the white-robed person curved their lips. Assuming she was simply too high up to move easily, they extended a hand to help her down.