The Failed Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

During the zenith of the cultivation world, four locations were known as the “Lesser Immortal Realms.” The spiritual energy there was so dense it rivaled the actual Immortal Realm, and the quality of the high-grade immortal stones produced annually was staggering. Most of the spiritual energy in the world originated from these four lands, spreading outward to the more impoverished regions.

At that time, these four treasures were occupied by the most powerful sects. Nanshan was one of them.

Though affected by the general decline of the world, Nanshan’s spiritual energy remained more abundant than most places, even if it no longer yielded immortal stones.

Through Chen Lintian’s tireless persuasion, Ruan Lan and Yu Qi finally agreed to head to the Wanyao Sect. However, unlike the Cangyun Sect, they weren’t after pills—they were after the lives of the cultivators who had ambushed Yu Qi.

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The Fortress in the Mist

Nanshan was not just a single peak but a vast range. As a formerly peak sect, the Wanyao Sect’s protective array spanned over a hundred miles. Peaks stretched endlessly, with white mist swirling around their waists. Dozens of peaks had been leveled flat, and the sect stood atop the mist, looking like a celestial palace from afar.

The group appeared on a nearby peak. Feng Qi jumped down from Ruan Lan’s sword, marvelling at the giant cauldron carved directly out of a mountain peak at the sect’s entrance. “What a pity,” she whispered. Such a magnificent foundation was now unable to even defend itself.

“Indeed,” Ruan Lan said, sensing the thick demonic aura in the air. “The Wanyao Sect won’t survive this.”

The demons were out in force, clearly determined to take the mountain. Without anyone strong enough to fully power the protective array, outside help would be a mere drop in the bucket.

“Master,” Feng Qi whispered, leaning in as the others were distracted. “Should we take Nanshan for ourselves?”

Ruan Lan frowned and thought for a moment before shaking her head. “Piao Miao Valley doesn’t have the strength.” She didn’t mean they were weak, but that the sect didn’t have the manpower to guard two “Lesser Immortal Realms” simultaneously.

Feng Qi sighed. Fine, I’ll leave it for the male lead then. It is his destined territory after all.

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The Inner Circle

The Wanyao Sect had four gates; three were besieged, leaving only the one they approached relatively calm. Soon, a disciple arrived to lead them to the outer peaks.

After Chen Lintian consulted with his fellow disciples, he approached Ruan Lan with a serious expression. “Senior Sister Ruan, let us go to the Main Peak to see the Sect Master and assess the situation.”

Ruan Lan turned to Feng Qi. “Stay here. Do not wander.” In the eyes of others, Feng Qi was a mere mortal; taking her to the front lines would only invite trouble.

“Yes, Master,” Feng Qi said obediently.

Ruan Lan hesitated, then grabbed Feng Qi’s wrist. She funneled a surge of spiritual energy into the bracelet Feng Qi wore. “If there is danger, I will come for you.”

“Senior Sister, you’re being far too overprotective,” Yu Qi muttered, though she looked at Feng Qi with blatant envy. Her Senior Sister was a doting protector to her disciple but a drill sergeant to her own sister.

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A Secret Meeting

Once Ruan Lan and the others departed, Ji Manqiu stroked her fox and chuckled. “She really is good to you.”

The Cangyun disciples had retired to their rooms. Feng Qi gestured to Ji Manqiu, and they entered a room, sealing it with a soundproofing boundary. “Did you know the Demon Realm was besieging this place?”

Ji Manqiu leaned back on the couch. “Not exactly. I only sensed it back in Tianyi City. But I can feel many demons nearby—I wonder whose orders they are following.”

“You should find a chance to leave,” Feng Qi said, worried. “With so many demons around, you’ll be outed sooner or later.”

Ji Manqiu smiled. “If you’re so curious about the orders, why don’t we just go ask?”

Before Feng Qi could object, Ji Manqiu grabbed her wrist.

…

In the Demon Camp

At the foot of Nanshan, a luxurious palace had been erected on a wasteland. Ji Manqiu and Feng Qi appeared before it, their demonic auras completely suppressed. Feng Qi even radiated a faint spiritual aura from her artifacts, drawing hungry, malicious glares from the surrounding demons.

“Ooh, two fine ‘furnaces’ delivered themselves to our door,” a raspy-voiced demon sneered, stepping forward.

Ji Manqiu glanced at him. She raised a hand, thick demonic energy swirling around her pale fingers. Her eyes turned blood-red. “Furnaces?” she asked coldly.

The demon froze, his face contorting in agony before he collapsed.

Feng Qi quickly shrouded herself in demonic mist to protect Ruan Lan’s gift—the clothes—from being tainted or noticed.

A man emerged from the palace. Seeing Ji Manqiu, he froze, then bowed deeply. “Right Protector.” He looked at the shrouded figure beside her. “And this is…?”

“The Saintess,” Ji Manqiu replied.

“Lord Saintess!” the demon exclaimed in shock.

Feng Qi used a wisp of energy to signal him to rise. “Don’t waste time. Lead the way.”

Inside, the palace was decadently decorated. They were led to the main hall, where a cold-looking man sat on a golden throne, stroking a snow leopard in his lap. He stopped when he saw Ji Manqiu.

“Dismissed,” Ji Manqiu commanded. The man placed the leopard on the throne and exited through a side door.

The snow leopard shifted, transforming into a beautiful woman with snow-white hair. She rested her chin on her hand. “What are you two doing here?”

This was Liu Yue, the Left Protector of the Demon Realm.

“Just joining the fun,” Feng Qi said, carefully dispersing the mist around her to keep her robes clean. “Is the Demon Venerable out of seclusion?”

“No,” Liu Yue replied.

“Then who ordered the siege?”

“The order came from the Altar,” Liu Yue said, looking at Feng Qi curiously. “Didn’t you know?” As the Saintess born from the Altar, Feng Qi should have sensed it first.

Feng Qi’s heart sank. I’m definitely not the original Saintess. She played it off coolly. “I was in the mortal realm, too far to sense the Altar’s call. Was the order specifically to destroy the Wanyao Sect?”

“No,” Liu Yue twirled a lock of hair. “The target is Nanshan. Specifically…” she traced a map in the air with demonic energy, pointing to the back mountains. “The Altar ordered us to destroy this spot.”

Feng Qi scanned the location and felt a spark of recognition. She re-shrouded herself and added, “Tell the demons to stay away from the West Gate.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ll be there. In the orthodox world, I’m a ‘mortal.’ Don’t let them accidentally kill me.” She turned to Ji Manqiu. “Are you coming back with me?”

Ji Manqiu smirked. “You’re really going back to play ‘obedient disciple’?”

“Following Piao Miao Valley was also the Altar’s guidance,” Feng Qi lied smoothly. “I haven’t gotten what I came for yet.” She paused. “But stay if you like. Just don’t let Ruan Lan or Yu Qi see you.”

“I haven’t had enough fun yet either,” Ji Manqiu told Liu Yue. “Tell the troops: no one recognizes me, or the consequences will be dire.”

Feng Qi sighed. This is going to be a disaster.