Good News, I Transmigrated, But What the Heck is a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character? - Chapter 11

“Hold on tight!”

True Monarch Yumeng’s voice, amidst the howling wind, was exceptionally clear and cold, like an ice pick piercing through a blizzard.

Yu Wanwan only felt a tightening around her waist, and a pushing sensation made her feel incredibly stimulated, like riding a roller coaster in her previous life.

“Ah—”

She instinctively gasped out loud, but bit her lip at the first syllable.

The flying boat tore through the clouds at an astonishing speed. The fierce wind scraped across her cheeks like knives, making her hair dance wildly, and her eyes difficult to open. This speed was actually three parts faster than an airplane in her previous life!

“Scared?” Yu Wange noticed her stiffness, a sneering arc forming at the corner of her mouth. “If you don’t even have this much guts, you might as well go back to the mortal world and get married early.”

Yu Wanwan clung tightly to the edge of the flying boat, her knuckles turning white from the effort.

“I’m fine.” She took a deep breath, forcing herself to loosen her grip. Her fingernails had already left four crescent-shaped bloody marks on her palm.

The flying boat passed through the clouds, and the view ahead suddenly cleared.

Yu Wanwan involuntarily held her breath.

Mountains were like ink paintings, rivers like ribbons, and a vast sea of clouds surged beneath their feet. The rising sun dyed the clouds golden-red, like a burning sea of fire.

Distant peaks piled one upon another, with several immortal cranes gracefully circling among them. Even more astonishingly, several floating islands appeared and disappeared in the mist, with pavilions and towers faintly visible, like a fairyland.

A feeling of unprecedented grandeur suddenly surged into her heart.

She suddenly remembered her previous life, working overtime, hunched in her cubicle.

Three AM in the office building, never-ending code to process, and that cold, untouched coffee. She remembered the numbness of being suffocated by mortgage payments, the walking dead feeling every day commuting on the subway…

“The heavens are vast…” She murmured unconsciously, her eyes slightly warm.

“What?” Yu Wange frowned. What kind of madness was this girl getting into now?

Yu Wanwan didn’t answer. She suddenly released her grip on the edge of the flying boat and opened her arms to the howling wind. Her wide sleeves billowed, flapping loudly.

“This is called living!” She shouted out loud, her voice quickly dispersed by the wind, but her eyes shone astonishingly, as if flames were burning deep within her pupils.

Yu Wange turned back in astonishment, only to meet Yu Wanwan’s burning eyes. The fire burning within them actually made her heart tremble.

“Madwoman.” Yu Wange turned her face away, but unconsciously tightened her grip on the corner of her clothes.

“We’ve arrived at Plum-Winged Sect.”

As True Monarch Yumeng’s clear voice sounded, the flying boat slowly descended. Yu Wanwan only then noticed that they were heading towards a majestic mountain gate. In front of the mountain gate was a huge bluestone platform, where a considerable number of people had already gathered.

True Monarch Yumeng dropped the two off at the mountain gate and then departed in her flying boat, leaving only a faint instruction: “Report to the registration office yourselves.”

“Golden Core cultivators are fast.” Yu Wange adjusted her wind-blown clothes, her tone carrying ill-concealed envy. “From Qingyang City to Plum-Winged Sect, a Foundation Establishment cultivator would take at least two or three days to fly.”

Yu Wanwan didn’t respond. Her attention was completely drawn to the sight before her.

The Plum-Winged Sect was located in the northeastern direction of the Canglan Continent, occupying a vast, continuous mountain range. As far as the eye could see, the entire mountain range was shrouded in faint clouds and mist, with several towering peaks vaguely visible, piercing the sky. Even more miraculously, three islands floated in mid-air, with pavilions and towers faintly visible on them.

“Those are Golden Core True Monarchs’ cave dwellings,” Yu Wange explained, following her gaze. “Only Golden Core cultivators are qualified to establish cave dwellings on floating islands.”

A long queue had already formed in front of the mountain gate. Thousands of young boys and girls were lining up to register under the guidance of the attendant disciples.

Some wore splendid robes and were surrounded by attendants; others wore coarse linen and were alone.

Most eye-catching was the ten-foot-tall white jade stele at the front of the line, its surface shimmering with seven-colored iridescent light.

“Spirit Testing Stele.” A fervent light flashed in Yu Wange’s eyes. “A cultivator’s spirit root is set at eight years old, but the testing methods used by families are very crude. Only the Spirit Testing Stele can reveal true aptitude.”

Yu Wanwan stared at the stele, her heart rate uncontrollably quickening.

She could feel that the Fire Phoenix essence blood within her body seemed to be resonating with the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the stele, and a faint warmth surged in her meridians.

She clearly remembered the original novel’s setting:

Spirit roots were divided into the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, as well as three variant spirit roots: wind, thunder, and ice. Variant spirit roots were extremely powerful; those who possessed them were definitely single spirit roots, and their value would not be lower than 85 points. Just like the male lead, Chu Lingyun, who had a variant wind spirit root and crushed all other prodigies along the way.

“A single spirit root with a value above 85 points is called a Heavenly Spirit Root. If a dual spirit root has one above 75 points, it’s also considered top-grade.” Yu Wange suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, “As for your former five spirit roots…”

Yu Wanwan’s pupils constricted.

Her in the original novel was indeed the ultimate trash. All five of her spirit roots had values between 30 and 40, and her cultivation speed was comparable to a snail’s crawl, ultimately barely reaching Foundation Establishment.

But now it was different.

Ever since that drop of Fire Phoenix essence blood melted into her meridians, she could feel that the spiritual energy in her body circulated more than ten times faster.

“I want to participate in the test,” she suddenly said.

Yu Wange raised an eyebrow: “You came to the Plum-Winged Sect as a servant. You don’t have the right to use the Spirit Testing Stele.”

“Then as a disciple.”

“Are you crazy?” Yu Wange grabbed her wrist, with enough force to almost crush her bones. “You’re just a five-element spirit root trash. Why would you humiliate yourself?”

Yu Wanwan gently struggled free, a mysterious smile playing on her lips: “What if the family’s spirit testing method was inaccurate?”

“You—” Yu Wange couldn’t be bothered to waste more words with her and left on her own, leaving Yu Wanwan behind.

“Look quickly! It’s dual spirit roots!”

Before the Spirit Testing Stele, a young boy in splendid robes had just placed his hand on the stele. The blue light representing the water spirit root on the stele shone brightly, finally settling on the number “79.”

“Lin Qingyu, water-earth dual spirit roots, water spirit root 79 points! Directly promoted to inner disciple!” The registrar’s voice was high-pitched.

The crowd immediately erupted.

“Oh my god, dual spirit roots!” “He’s directly become an inner disciple!” “I heard inner disciples get ten spirit stones a month!”

“So envious.”

Countless boys and girls stared intently at the young boy named Lin Qingyu, their eyes full of jealousy.

Yu Wanwan, however, noticed that at the edge of the crowd, a small, doll-faced girl was timidly waiting in line, looking very cute.

Gu Yang was a loli-con…

The girl saw Yu Wanwan and walked over to her.

The girl seemed to be quite talkative and directly opened her mouth: “Big sister, my name is Meng Ke’er. What’s your name?”

“My name is Yu Wanwan,” Yu Wanwan said faintly.

“Is it Yu family from White Lotus City?” Meng Ke’er blinked her big eyes, asking curiously.

“No, Qingyang Yu family,” Yu Wanwan shook her head and said.

The Qingyang Yu family was a small family, so Meng Ke’er naturally hadn’t heard of it. She then changed the subject: “Sister Wanwan, I have wood-earth dual spirit roots. What kind of spirit roots do you have?”

Children’s words were innocent, and Yu Wanwan didn’t mind. She casually said, “I have metal, wood, water, fire, and earth five-element spirit roots.”

Meng Ke’er froze for a moment, not expecting Yu Wanwan’s aptitude to be so poor.

The scene immediately fell silent.

The testing line moved very slowly.

Yu Wanwan stood at the end of the line, carefully observing the situation ahead. Whenever someone touched the stele, the corresponding spirit root attribute would light up, and golden numbers would appear.

“Li Dashan, water-earth dual spirit roots, water 62, earth 58, qualified! Inner disciple.”

“Wang Ru, metal-wood-fire three spirit roots, highest metal spirit root 61, barely qualified, outer disciple.”

“Sun Ping, metal-wood-water-fire-earth five spirit roots, highest earth spirit root 42, servant disciple.”

…

The Plum-Winged Sect stipulates that dual spirit roots directly enter the inner sect, three spirit roots are assigned to the outer sect and can enter the inner sect after Foundation Establishment, while four and five spirit root disciples serve as servant disciples.

Yu Wanwan noticed that those assigned as servant disciples had faces full of despair.

Most of them would spend their youth on arduous labor, eventually leaving sadly.

Only a very few could break through to Foundation Establishment and change their fate.