Good News, I Transmigrated, But What the Heck is a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character? - Chapter 4

In this novel world, cultivation realms are divided into: Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation, Void Refinement, Out-of-body, Integration, Mahayana, and Tribulation Transcendence.

Night fell, the inky clouds pressing extremely low, as if to crush the entire Yu family mansion.

In Yu Wanwan’s boudoir, a bronze lamp flickered with a faint flame, elongating and shortening her shadow, casting a ghostly silhouette on the carved window lattices.

(From now on, Gu Yang has acknowledged Yu Wanwan’s identity, and will be referred to by Yu Wanwan’s name.)

Outside the window, bamboo shadows swayed, rustling softly.

The sound wasn’t like ordinary wind blowing; it was more like countless wronged souls whispering, recounting unknown secrets.

“A demonic disaster erupts ten years later, the Yu family is annihilated five years later…” Yu Wanwan’s slender fingers clutched desperately at the bed curtains embroidered with intertwining phoenixes and dragons, her knuckles turning bluish-white from excessive force.

Her fingernails dug deep into her palm, yet she felt no pain.

Under the candlelight, the girl’s profile flickered between light and shadow. Those almond eyes, which should have been sparkling, were now as cold as poisoned daggers.

“I need to hurry,” she murmured, her voice almost inaudible.

Out of the cautious habit developed as a programmer in her previous life, she formed a hand seal and placed a restriction at the door of the room.

Her slender fingertips traced through the air, and a pale red spiritual energy spread out like a spiderweb, condensing into complex talismans on the doorframe.

“Unless it’s an old monster above the Golden Core stage, no one will be able to sneak in silently,” she nodded in satisfaction, a cold smile, utterly unfitting for her charming face, playing on her lips.

She took out the phoenix jade pendant from her personal pouch.

Under the candlelight, the jade pendant gleamed with an ethereal glow, entirely translucent like blood jade. Looking closely, a cluster of flames actually danced within it, sometimes stretching like phoenix feathers, sometimes coiling like a dragon.

“This was left by the original body’s mother…” She held the jade pendant before her eyes, her fingertips gently stroking the ancient talismans. The touch was slightly hot, as if alive, changing in brightness with the rhythm of her breathing. “Did she know this jade pendant concealed Phoenix essence blood?”

Yu Wanwan took a deep breath, slowly extending her spiritual sense into the jade pendant.

In an instant, the world spun!

Her consciousness was pulled into a crimson sea of fire. Scorching flames licked at her spiritual sense, each lick bringing a tearing, burning pain. In the center of the sea of fire, a phoenix reborn from fire cried out to the heavens, every feather clearly visible. The flames were not ordinary fire, but displayed magnificent seven-colored flowing light. Just gazing at it made her spiritual sense prickle with pain.

“Ah!” In reality, she abruptly opened her eyes, her forehead already covered in cold sweat. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, as if trying to burst through her ribs. “Such strong pressure! This is even more terrifying than what the original novel described…”

She bit her lower lip, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. Time was pressing; there was no room for hesitation.

“I’ll risk it!”

She bit open the tip of her middle finger, and blood immediately gushed out.

“Hiss—” Her fingers were connected to her heart; this pain made her gasp.

But her gaze grew even more resolute. With a forceful squeeze, a drop of blood pearl, emitting a faint golden light, dripped onto the jade pendant.

This was heart’s blood, the essence of a cultivator’s being.

The moment the blood pearl touched the jade pendant, a sudden change occurred!

“Boom!”

The flames in the jade pendant suddenly surged, transforming into a crimson stream of light that shot straight into her glabella. Yu Wanwan only felt an intense pain in her Sea of Consciousness, as if a red-hot iron rod had been plunged into her head and was stirring.

“Ah!” She cried out in pain, her body uncontrollably collapsing onto the floor. Her dark hair was disheveled, her red robes crumpled, like a withered spider lily.

But her survival instinct made her immediately sit cross-legged, forming hand seals, and circulating the refining technique from the family’s cultivation method.

“Heavenly Profound Sect, Myriad Qi Source…” She silently recited the incantation, trying to guide that wild power.

In her Sea of Consciousness, the originally calm void was now turned upside down.

Five colored light masses, representing her five-element spirit roots, were now being frantically devoured by the phoenix flames. The fire spirit root suffered first; the red light mass visibly shrank at a rapid rate, in the blink of an eye, only half remained.

“No!” Yu Wanwan was drenched in cold sweat, her back soaked and clinging to her skin. “In the original novel, Yu Wange’s refining was clearly very smooth…”

She endured the intense pain, trying to use her spiritual sense to bind the flames: “Stop!”

However, the flames didn’t obey, instead intensifying and lunging towards the water spirit root. The blue light mass let out a mournful wail of being overwhelmed, and cracks appeared on its surface.

“Pfft—” In reality, she spat out a mouthful of blood, her face as pale as paper. Crimson blood spatters bloomed into dark flowers on her red robes.

The Sea of Consciousness was a cultivator’s most vulnerable spot; this kind of torment was practically taking her life.

Just as she was about to give up, a line she remembered from reading Supreme Overlord of the Heavens in her previous life suddenly flashed through her mind:

Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from death!

“So that’s how it is…” A bitter smile touched her blood-stained lips. “I was too conservative.”

The next moment, a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.

“If you want to devour, then devour it all!”

She no longer resisted, instead actively pushing her remaining spirit roots towards the flames. Wood spirit root, earth spirit root, metal spirit root… one after another, they plunged into the seven-colored blaze.

This risky move actually worked.

After devouring the last trace of spirit roots, the flames suddenly became still.

Immediately after.

“Clang!”

A clear, resonant phoenix cry echoed through her Sea of Consciousness. The flames exploded, transforming into a sky full of fire rain. Every drop of fire rain contained incredibly pure spiritual energy, and when it fell in the void of her Sea of Consciousness, it bloomed into crimson-gold lotus flowers.

In the fire rain, two points of golden light were exceptionally dazzling, slowly settling in the center of her Sea of Consciousness.

“These are… new spirit roots?” Yu Wanwan was stunned.

In the original novel, the female lead obtained a single wood-attribute Heavenly Spirit Root, but before her hovered two light masses, one gold and one red.

The golden light mass was somewhat dim, while the red light mass was majestic and sacred, with faint phoenix apparitions coiling on its surface.

“Water spirit root and… what is this?” She tentatively touched the golden light mass. An ancient and noble aura washed over her, making her tremble involuntarily.

This was not an ordinary fire-attribute spirit root, but a fire spirit root containing a trace of phoenix bloodline!

“Dual spirit roots… Although not Heavenly Spirit Roots, it’s better than the original miscellaneous spirit roots.” She smiled bitterly, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, yet her eyes sparkled with excitement.

She knew this was because her aptitude was too poor to transform completely into a Heavenly Spirit Root like the original female lead.

But a blessing in disguise.

“Rumble!”

Outside the window, lightning suddenly flashed and thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down. Large raindrops hit the roof tiles, making a dense drumming sound.

A bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, illuminating the room as bright as day.

Yu Wanwan, however, felt an unprecedented surge of spiritual energy within her body. Every pore greedily absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

She raised her hand, and a cluster of crimson-gold flames “whooshed” to life in her palm.

The flames were incredibly hot, yet they obediently danced on her fingertips, not harming her in the slightest. Reflected in the firelight, she clearly saw her skin become even more lustrous like jade, and her hair also shimmered with a faint golden glow.

“Such mischievous flames…” Yu Wanwan’s eyes mirrored the firelight, a cold smile playing on her lips. “Yu Wange, your cheat item is mine now, and I’m going to make this jade pendant do something for me.”

In the curtain of rain, another lightning bolt struck, illuminating her pale but resolute face. In those almond eyes, there was no longer the foolish innocence of the original story, only the calmness and calculation of one who had experienced life and death.

She knew that from this night forward, the trajectory of destiny had changed.

And this torrential rain seemed to be drumming a war beat for her new beginning.