The Female Lead Is A Supporting Female Character - Chapter 13

“What is she doing here?”

Good question!

Isn’t that asking the obvious? She’s eavesdropping!

Ming Yuemian’s spirit was in a trance, she subconsciously blurted out, “I want to know too.”

Fu shuang: “…”

“???”

“Uh.” Ming Yuemian looked around earnestly, but since there truly wasn’t a crack in the ground for her to crawl into, she had to face reality. Dejectedly, she searched for an excuse: “I came out to look at the scenery, hahaha… I didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence. Sister, are you and Senior Brother out looking at the scenery too?”

She swayed her head, looking at the green mountains on the left bank and the continuous villages on the right: “The scenery is indeed quite nice… let’s look at it together.”

Fu shuang: “…”

Fu shuang felt a slight urge to remind her that her acting was truly terrible. While speaking, her thick eyelashes fluttered up and down, her eyes blinked incessantly, and her black and white pupils darted back and forth, she simply didn’t dare look directly at anyone.

The excuse she found was also beyond clumsy.

It would be hard not to see that she was talking nonsense.

In truth, the moment Fu shuang saw her, she knew she was hiding there to eavesdrop. She had asked intentionally just to see how much she had heard. After all, she had just directly mentioned “that junior sister of yours.” Unless Ming Yuemian was a fool, she surely knew they were talking about her.

But seeing her like this, Fu shuang suddenly didn’t want to know anymore.

If she heard it, she heard it. So what? There was nothing to hide. She had come this time for revenge, she wasn’t like her past-life self, who foolishly treated Ming Yuemian as family from Wind City, hoping for her approval of the “sister-in-law” status.

She could think whatever she wanted. Fu shuang didn’t mind letting her hear a bit more ideally, letting her hear Feng Cheng say with his own mouth that he didn’t like his junior sister at all.

That would be truly satisfying.

While Fu shuang didn’t react much, Feng Cheng behind her quickly stepped forward and helped Ming Yuemian up: “Junior Sister, why are you here? Get up quickly.”

Though he asked, compared to Fu shuang’s words earlier, it sounded more like a casual remark. He didn’t seem to care much about the answer. In other words, even if Ming Yuemian really was eavesdropping, he didn’t mind.

Feng Cheng helped brush the dust off Ming Yuemian’s clothes and asked with concern: “Did the fall hurt?”

Before Ming Yuemian could respond, the entire hull of the ship shook violently again. Before she could steady herself, she fell back again.

This time, she didn’t fall onto the ground; she fell into Fu shuang’s arms.

That’s right, it was intentional.

Taking advantage of the broad daylight and the fact that Fu shuang couldn’t lash out or do anything to her in front of Feng Cheng, she acted wantonly.

The moment she saw Feng Cheng and Fu shuang standing together talking, Ming Yuemian realized one thing.

The scumbag had beaten her to it, he had struck first. Feng Cheng must have invited Fu shuang out to see the scenery first, which was why Ming Yuemian always found her room empty whenever she went looking for her.

Although Ming Yuemian reckoned her own “specs” were much better than Feng Cheng’s and that Fu shuang choosing him over her was simply a case of being “bewitched” she had to admit that this dog of a scumbag had some moves.

Even his luck was better than hers. Otherwise, how could he precisely beat her to the punch every time?

In that case! She didn’t want her “face” (dignity) anymore.

Extraordinary times require extraordinary measures, what use is a face when chasing a wife?

If she wanted to save face, would she be able to touch Fu shuang’s waist right now?

A smart person knows how to see through the surface to the essence, discarding empty things to gain real benefits. Ming Yuemian pounced into Fu shuang’s arms and, before the other could react, seized the opportunity to touch a few more times.

Hehe, so slender.

Sister smells so good. I wonder what incense she uses.

Fu shuang paused, frowning as she looked down at the head in her arms.

Ming Yuemian gave herself an out first: “Sorry, Sister, I didn’t stand steady.”

She straightened up delicately, feigning a weak and frail appearance to strike first, she had already apologized and looked so pitiful, surely Fu shuang would be too embarrassed to push her away or scold her?

Ming Yuemian suddenly found that Feng Cheng’s tactic of “retreating to advance” was quite useful, no wonder scumbags loved using it.

She quickly stole a glance at Fu shuang’s expression and added: “Ah, I’m dizzy.”

In fact, Fu shuang didn’t have time to question or scold her, because the ship jolted fiercely again. The river water churned and gurgled, forming a vortex on the surface.

When the ship jolted the first time, it could be considered normal for sailing, but with three or four hits in a row, even the most dull-witted person would realize something was wrong.

Fu shuang set aside the matter of Ming Yuemian “touching her for compensation” for the moment. She grabbed Ming Yuemian’s forearm to help her stand steady, then stepped back, moving to the railing. She glanced over and said coldly: “Demon qi.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a pitch-black figure burst out of the water.

With a loud crash, Ming Yuemian instinctively hugged her head and squatted down. When she finally looked up, the sight almost made her faint for real.

The ship was forced to a halt. A giant flood dragon (Jiao), taller than a three  story building, hung over the water. Its back was covered in hideous sharp spikes, and the scales by its cheeks flared out. When it stared at someone, it looked exactly like a King Cobra ready to strike.

It was much uglier and scarier than the water dragon Ming Yuemian had faced during her minor exams.

Earlier, Ming Yuemian was just faking being dizzy; now, she felt like she was truly going to pass out.

A long sword hummed clearly, a snowy light flashed as it left its scabbard. Fu shuang’s face was cold as she held her sword horizontally before her.

Feng Cheng also snapped out of it and turned to shout at Ming Yuemian: “Mianmian, hurry back to the cabin and hide!”

He had only come out to speak with Fu shuang and hadn’t brought his sword. Tianwen was still lying peacefully in his room. Only Fu shuang had a weapon on her. But the situation was urgent, and he couldn’t go back for his sword, so he pulled out a stack of talismans from his robe and told Ming Yuemian to hide quickly.

Ming Yuemian: “…”

Did she not want to?

She wasn’t stupid, she wanted to!

But her legs were weak, she couldn’t find any strength.

Damn it!

No one told her that taking a boat trip would lead to a monster encounter! The cultivation world is terrifying. Mommy, I want to go home, waaaah.

Feng Cheng only had time to give that one instruction before charging forward with his talismans to help Fu shuang. Ming Yuemian used both hands and feet, leaning against nearby crates and the railing, trembling as she stood up. She saw Fu shuang already engaged in battle with the dragon demon, her sword light flashing brilliantly, her white clothes exceptionally striking.

Although the dragon demon was huge and terrifying to look at, Fu shuang had the advantage of agility. In the fight, she was clearly gaining the upper hand. Feng Cheng had no weapon and could only assist from the side, throwing a talisman would, at most, slow the dragon’s movements or distract it slightly.

Ming Yuemian wasn’t worried about their safety and didn’t linger around.

Because Feng Cheng and Fu shuang were the male and female leads of the book. Not only did they have protagonist armor, but based on their actual strength, they wouldn’t die. In the original novel, Feng Cheng eventually became the ceiling of combat power in the cultivation world; he wasn’t there yet, but he wasn’t far off.

Facing this thing, the probability of Ming Yuemian dying was much higher than theirs!

She was just about to head back into the cabin to find a place to hide and wait until they finished dealing with the dragon demon, but before she could enter, a figure emerged from a cabin room and ran right into her.

Xiao Ju was holding a teapot and said, “Miss, your milk tea. The kitchen made it, but there are no pearls. I don’t know if this is what you meant…”

Ming Yuemian: “…”

What milk tea?! Look at the situation! You need to have a life before you can drink tea!

“Get inside, quick!”

Ming Yuemian gestured urgently. Xiao Ju blinked, not understanding immediately.

But she understood very quickly, because a dragon tail suddenly extended from the side, wrapped directly around her waist, and lifted her up as if it were packing her to go.

Ming Yuemian looked back in shock and saw that Fu shuang and Feng Cheng hadn’t left; they were still fighting the dragon demon. Then the one over here was…

She slowly raised her head and saw another giant dragon, this one entirely silver.

Good grief, there’s more than one of them!

“Ah!!….”

Xiao Ju’s reaction time was long, but she finally began to scream.

Ming Yuemian wasn’t worried about Feng Cheng and Fu shuang, but Xiao Ju was an ordinary girl who didn’t know any spells. No matter how mature or precocious she was, she couldn’t handle a great demon like this. Ming Yuemian couldn’t just sit back and watch.

In that instant, she didn’t have time to think of a strategy, she reached out and grabbed Xiao Ju’s hand.

“Young…..Young Lady! Waaaaah….”

But Ming Yuemian’s meager strength was nothing compared to the flood dragon. Instead of stopping the monster or saving Xiao Ju, her grip only ensured that she was dragged along for the ride, and both of them were swept up into the sky.

Aaaah, dammit!

The overwhelming stench of fish hit her, making her stomach churn instantly. She nearly threw up the sweet soup she’d just finished.

“Yo-yo-young Lady…” Xiao Ju’s voice trembled violently. “Wha-wha-what is happening?”

Ming Yuemian: “Can’t you tell? We’ve run into flood dragons.”

Xiao Ju: “…Then what do we do?”

Ming Yuemian glanced over to the other side. Feng Cheng and Fu shuang were fully occupied fighting the pitch-black dragon, completely unaware that there was a second one over here.

“What else can we do?” Suspended in mid-air, Ming Yuemian’s words were squeezed out of her throat. “We scream for help together.”  “…”

“Senior Brother!….” Seeing that the dragon was about to toss them into its mouth like two little snacks, Ming Yuemian shrieked with all her might, “Help!”

She didn’t call for Fu shuang because she felt Feng Cheng was more likely to save her. After all, as her Senior Brother, he had a duty and responsibility to ensure her safety. Fu shuang had no such obligation, with the current state of her affection progress bar, Ming Yuemian knew she hadn’t unlocked the “Heartthrob Female Guest Rescues You” plotline yet.

Feng Cheng followed the sound and nearly jumped out of his skin: “Mianmian!”

If Ming Yuemian died, he wouldn’t be able to stay at Tianxuan Pavilion anymore.

He immediately wanted to turn back to save her, quickly throwing out another talisman, and asked the woman in white beside him:

“Shuang’er, can you handle this alone?”

Fu shuang glanced in Ming Yuemian’s direction and said flatly, “No.”

Of course, Fu shuang could handle it alone. She said that on purpose to tie Feng Cheng down and prevent him from saving her. Catching a glimpse of Ming Yuemian’s utterly pathetic state from the corner of her eye, a malicious curl formed at the corners of her lips.

Because….

Isn’t this exactly what she wanted?

She wished for her death.

This dragon’s appearance was both an accident and perfectly timed, it was helping her, saving her a lot of trouble.

Fu shuang’s sword moves slowed down slightly, intentionally leaving a gap for the dragon. Feng Cheng originally wanted to say, “I’ll save Mianmian and come back to help you,” but seeing this situation, he truly couldn’t pull away and rushed forward to shield Fu shuang.

On the other side, the silver giant dragon opened its abyssal maw toward Ming Yuemian and Xiao Ju. A foul stench rushed at them. Ming Yuemian was nearly faint from the smell.

Why hasn’t anyone come to save me?!

Am I really going to end up as a meal here?! No!

“Yo-yo-young Lady, are we going to die? Waaaah…” Tears and snot covered Xiao Ju’s face.

Honestly, a person has to rely on themselves, you can’t count on anyone! And now there was a little maid relying on her! Ming Yuemian wanted to cry but had no tears. In this moment of extreme desperation, her potential was sparked. A flash of inspiration hit her, and she remembered a talisman incantation that might actually work.

She tentatively chanted it in her mind, repeating it several times. Suddenly, with a crackling sound, a burst of fire exploded before her eyes.

It was like a sparkler lit during New Year festivals.

The giant dragon’s tongue was suddenly scalded. It let out a pained roar, its tail loosened, and Ming Yuemian and Xiao Ju fell directly from mid-air back onto the deck.

Though they escaped death, it hurt so much!

Falling from this height was like jumping from the second floor of a building. It wouldn’t kill you, but it could definitely break a leg!

Not to mention… Xiao Ju fell slightly slower than she did and landed directly on top of her.

What kind of cursed year is this? This is too unlucky!

Although the fire earlier had burned the dragon, its power was limited. The monster wasn’t seriously injured, and once it recovered, it grew even more furious. Its tail rose high, moving with violent rage, and prepared to smash down.

Looking at the spikes on that tail, a single hit would probably kill her.

Ming Yuemian quickly reached out and pushed Xiao Ju back into the cabin, while simultaneously reciting the incantation in her heart again.

Unfortunately, this emergency method only worked once, it didn’t take effect the second time.

It wasn’t that Ming Yuemian failed to produce the fire, but the dragon’s tail was hard, unlike its soft tongue. The explosion of fire did absolutely no damage to that long tail.

Dammit!

Ming Yuemian cursed inwardly. She had stalled for so long, why hadn’t Feng Cheng come to save her yet?!

As the dragon tail swung down toward her face, Ming Yuemian squeezed her eyes shut and curled into a ball.

“I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die….death is just death, who’s afraid of who, everyone dies eventually, early or late makes no difference. I’m a brave child, not a coward afraid of death…”

In her nervousness, she began to mumble under her breath, completely failing to notice a sudden tightening around her waist.

“What are you saying?” A cold voice sounded above her head.

“Huh???” Hearing the familiar tone, Ming Yuemian snapped her eyes open. She saw a patch of snow-white fabric, and looking up, a sharp chin and a beautiful face. “Sister???”

Fu shuang gave a soft “Mm.”

“You came to save me?” Ming Yuemian’s eyes welled up with tears. She found herself held in Fu shuang’s arms, being carried directly away from the ship.

A large crater was smashed into the spot where Ming Yuemian had just been, with wood splinters flying everywhere.

If Fu shuang hadn’t snatched her away at the last second, that tail strike would have truly killed her.

Ming Yuemian’s heart pounded with lingering fear.

They were suspended in the air. With nothing to hold onto and a slight fear of heights, Ming Yuemian didn’t dare look down again, she only hugged Fu shuang’s waist tighter.

The dragon demon let out another earth-shaking roar, seemingly vibrating the green mountains and villages on both banks. Fu shuang descended without a change in expression. As the dragon fell to the ground, she pulled out the long sword embedded in its neck.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Even without a legendary sword, holding a piece of ordinary iron, she could still slay demons and monsters with invincible force.

Only then did she lower her eyes to look at the red-clothed woman in her arms, who was still shivering.

This person came from a prestigious immortal sect, had a father’s doting, heavenly treasures, and divine weapons, she had everything. Yet, she had grown up into such a useless waste who knew nothing.

Fu shuang sneered.

She hadn’t originally intended to save her.

Her death should have been something she desired and enjoyed seeing.

But seeing her lying on the deck, a tiny bundle, pitiful and helpless with no power to fight back… she didn’t have a sword, and even if she were given one, she probably wouldn’t be able to lift it with her trembling hands. Her red clothes were in disarray, like a delicate flower without a spine. Her wrists and ankles peeking out of her sleeves, the neck showing above her collar, they were all so slender.

It felt as though they would snap with a gentle twist.

Fu shuang suddenly changed her mind.

She shouldn’t die like this.

Dying in the mouth of a flood dragon was too easy, it was far too good for her. If the day truly came for her to die, Fu shuang should be the one to do it herself.

She would personally make her pay back every bit of the heart gouging pain from her past life.