Good News, I Transmigrated, But What the Heck is a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character? - Chapter 15

“Thump-thump-thump—”

A hurried knocking broke the morning’s tranquility.

Yu Wanwan frowned, drowsily opening her eyes. Outside the window, the sky was faintly bright, and the morning mist had not yet dissipated. Clearly, it was still early. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, her dark hair scattered over her shoulders.

“Who is it?” Her voice still carried a hint of sleepiness.

“Sister Wanwan, it’s me! Open the door quickly!”

A clear voice, like a silver bell, came from outside the door. Yu Wanwan knew immediately who it was. She sighed helplessly, put on her outer robe, and went to open the door.

The wooden door opened with a “creak,” and what greeted her eyes was Meng Ke’er’s vibrant little face. The girl looked about thirteen or fourteen, with two adorable bun hairstyles, bright, sparkling almond eyes, and faint dimples at the corners of her mouth. Today, she wore a pale pink inner sect disciple uniform, with a lustrous jade pendant hanging at her waist, shimmering with a soft glow in the morning light.

“So early?” Yu Wanwan leaned against the doorframe, her voice languid.

Meng Ke’er’s eyes curved into crescent moons, and she said with a grin: “Sister Wanwan, I just received my inner sect monthly stipend. Haven’t you gone to the outer sect Deacon Hall to get your supplies yet? I’ll go with you!”

Yu Wanwan raised an eyebrow: “Aren’t you an inner sect disciple? Why are you running around in the outer sect?”

“Those people in the inner sect are so boring,” Meng Ke’er pouted, immediately taking Yu Wanwan’s arm. “Sister Wanwan is more interesting. I just love coming to play with you.”

Yu Wanwan was torn between laughter and tears by her affectionate gesture. Ever since they met on the day of the entrance test, this lively little girl had clung to her like a piece of sticky candy. But it was strange; she, who had always been a lone wolf, didn’t dislike this feeling.

“Alright, wait for me to wash up.” Yu Wanwan turned and went back into the room. Meng Ke’er followed her like a little shadow.

The room’s furnishings were simple: a wooden bed, a set of table and chairs, and nothing else. Meng Ke’er curiously looked around: “Sister Wanwan, this place is too simple, isn’t it? Do you want me to get you some furniture from the inner sect?”

“No need.” Yu Wanwan picked up the bronze basin to draw water. “Outer sect disciples should look like outer sect disciples.”

Meng Ke’er pouted, then suddenly leaned in mysteriously: “Sister Wanwan, I have good news for you!”

“Hm?” Yu Wanwan splashed a handful of water on her face.

“I’ve taken on a master!” Meng Ke’er excitedly waved her hands and feet. “It’s True Monarch Linglong! She’s a Golden Core True Monarch!”

Yu Wanwan paused in her wiping.

True Monarch Linglong? Wasn’t that the famous genius female sword cultivator of Hidden Sword Peak?

It was said that she had reached the mid-Golden Core stage at a young age and had extremely high attainments in the way of the sword.

“Congratulations,” she said faintly, continuing her washing.

Meng Ke’er, however, relentlessly circled in front of her: “Sister Wanwan, why aren’t you surprised at all? That’s a Golden Core True Monarch! From now on, I’ll have a backing in the sect too!”

Yu Wanwan looked at the innocent little girl before her and couldn’t help but reach out and rub her bunned hair: “Yes, yes, yes, our Ke’er is the most amazing.”

“Hehe!” Meng Ke’er triumphantly shook her head. “Master said that once I successfully reach Foundation Establishment, she’ll teach me the Earth-grade sword art of Hidden Sword Peak.”

While the two were talking, Yu Wanwan had already finished getting ready. She changed into a capable long robe and simply tied her dark hair back. Although her attire was plain, it couldn’t hide the vibrant aura in her features.

“Let’s go.” She pushed open the door. The morning breeze blew in, carrying the unique freshness of the mountains.

The outer sect area was already bustling. Disciples, in twos and threes, were either heading to the Deacon Hall to collect their monthly stipends or rushing to the training grounds for morning exercises. Seeing Yu Wanwan and Meng Ke’er walking together, many people cast curious glances their way.

“Isn’t that Junior Sister Meng from the inner sect?” “Why is she walking so closely with an outer sect disciple?” “I heard she was accepted as a direct disciple by True Monarch Linglong. What good luck…”

Whispers kept coming, but Meng Ke’er was completely oblivious, still chattering incessantly: “…Master also gave me a Qingfeng Sword. Although it’s only a high-grade Yellow-tier, it’s already enough for beginners…”

Yu Wanwan listened while observing her surroundings. The Plum-Winged Sect’s outer sect occupied a vast area, with pavilions and towers scattered gracefully. Spiritual plants filled both sides of the roads, and a faint medicinal fragrance permeated the air.

“Sister Wanwan, are you listening to me?” Meng Ke’er suddenly tugged her sleeve.

“I am.” Yu Wanwan retracted her gaze. “You said True Monarch Linglong gave you a Qingfeng Sword.”

Meng Ke’er’s eyes lit up: “Yes, yes! Master said that once I learn sword manipulation, she’ll teach me higher-grade sword arts.” She suddenly lowered her voice, “Sister Wanwan, I’ll teach you once I’ve mastered it.”

Yu Wanwan chuckled: “Alright, I’ll be waiting then.”

While they were talking, they had already arrived at the outer sect Deacon Hall. This was a two-story pavilion, with a long line in front of the door, all outer sect disciples coming to collect their monthly supplies.

“So many people…” Meng Ke’er stood on tiptoes, peering.

Yu Wanwan was about to speak when she suddenly noticed a malevolent gaze. She turned to look, only to see a few outer sect disciples standing at the front of the line, pointing and whispering about her.

“Look, that’s Yu Wanwan who caused a stir during the test.”

“They say she was originally a five-spirit root, but suddenly turned into three spirit roots.”

“I heard her family said she was originally betrothed to the City Lord’s foolish son. I don’t know what methods she used, but the engagement was eventually canceled.”

“The City Lord’s foolish son?”

“I definitely wouldn’t marry him. Who wants to be a living widower.”

Meng Ke’er also heard these discussions, and her small face instantly flushed with anger: “What nonsense are you talking about!”

The few disciples saw Meng Ke’er wearing inner sect attire and immediately fell silent, lowering their heads and daring not to speak further.

Yu Wanwan pulled back Meng Ke’er, who wanted to rush forward and argue: “Don’t mind them.”

“These people are so annoying. They just love to gossip about others behind their backs,” Meng Ke’er pouted aggrievedly.

“Their mouths are on them. Let them say what they want,” Yu Wanwan said calmly. “On the path of cultivation, ultimately, strength speaks for itself.”

Meng Ke’er blinked, then suddenly laughed: “Sister Wanwan, you sound just like my Master when you talk.”

Yu Wanwan shook her head helplessly. At this moment, a commotion came from the front of the line.

“Why are you deducting our spirit stones?” “Exactly! The sect rules state that outer sect disciples get five low-grade spirit stones every month, so why are you only giving three?”

A few outer sect disciples were arguing with the deacon. The deacon was a middle-aged man with a stern face. Hearing this, he snorted coldly: “Recently, sect resources are tight. All outer sect disciples will have their allowances cut. If you have any objections, go talk to the elders yourselves.”

Although the disciples were dissatisfied, they dared not say more. They could only swallow their anger, collect their supplies, and leave.

Soon, it was Yu Wanwan’s turn.

“Name?” The deacon asked without looking up.

“Yu Wanwan.”

The deacon flipped open the roster, found her name, and then took a cloth bag from the shelf behind him: “Three low-grade spirit stones, one bottle of Qi Gathering Pills, and one copy of ‘Basic Cultivation Methods Explained’.”

Yu Wanwan took the cloth bag and found that there were indeed only three spirit stones inside, and their quality was poor, with sparse spiritual energy. The bottle of Qi Gathering Pills contained a pitiful three pills, and the pills themselves were of low quality, with pitted surfaces.

Meng Ke’er leaned over to look and immediately widened her eyes: “This is too little, isn’t it?”

Yu Wanwan squeezed her hand, signaling her not to say more. Just as they were about to leave, the deacon suddenly called out to her: “Wait, you’re a newly admitted disciple, aren’t you? Outer sect disciples must complete two sect missions every month. This is the mission jade slip.”

Saying this, he handed over a green jade slip. Yu Wanwan took it and swept her divine sense over it, finding dozens of missions listed, from cleaning the alchemy room to collecting spiritual herbs, covering everything imaginable.

“Thank you, Deacon.” She politely thanked him and pulled Meng Ke’er out of the Deacon Hall.

Once outside, Meng Ke’er couldn’t help but complain: “This is outrageous! Why is the treatment for outer sect disciples so bad? How are we supposed to cultivate?”

Yu Wanwan’s lips curved slightly into an indifferent smile, and she softly said, “Sect resources are limited after all. They naturally have to prioritize inner sect disciples.”

Her tone was calm, as if she had long been accustomed to this situation.

Meng Ke’er heard this, looked thoughtfully at Yu Wanwan, and then asked, “What about your family? They should also provide you with some resources every month, right?”

A hint of curiosity shone in her eyes, as if she didn’t know much about Yu Wanwan’s family situation.

Yu Wanwan heard Meng Ke’er’s question and slowly shook her head, a hint of helplessness and bitterness appearing on her face.

Speaking of family resources, she had relied on risking her life to gather herbs in the mountains for all these years. How could she expect the family to provide them for free?

She smiled bitterly and said, “These things, I wouldn’t even dare to imagine.”