The Substitute Female Supporting Character Sees the Bullet Screen

Chapter 36

Sang Wumian left, and Xiao Ling lay alone on the bed. Her eyes were covered with clean white gauze, and she no longer wept. Instead, she even let out a soft laugh.

Perhaps it was divine mercy that had granted her a second chance. Xiao Ling was determined not to relive the previous pain and entanglement, not to be at the mercy of others again. She could no longer sink into her own useless kindness, no longer harm anyone, only to plunge herself deeper and deeper into despair.

Xiao Ling had never been so resolute. What she wanted, she would reach out and take, even if it meant stepping over others' remains.

Didn't Nie Yinzhi do the same, and that's how she lived so well?

That crimson spiritual sword, she would once again claim it with her own hands.

Sang Wumian was unreliable, and Xiao Ling had no intention of placing all her hopes on him. She let go of her pointless persistence and chose to respond early to Zhu Yan, allowing him to enter her spiritual platform.

At this moment, two people stood just a few steps away from the bed, observing everything. The person on the bed was completely unaware, not even noticing their presence when Sang Wumian was still there.

Gu Jiang said, "Zhu Yan's consciousness has been pulled into a dream."

Nie Yinzhi, through Gu Jiang's consciousness, glanced at the other young man's situation. To her surprise, he was the "annoying guy" Bai Ying had mentioned.

It seemed Xiao Ling was quite familiar with the two of them. In her dream, many parts were blurred by fog, but the interactions between Bai Ying and An Huai were vivid and lifelike. By comparison, those playful figures seemed like a beautiful dream.

Nie Yinzhi tapped her chin in thought. "Let's keep Zhu Yan trapped in the dream for now. I want to see how Xiao Ling heals herself without my golden core."

Gu Jiang turned to look at her, and Nie Yinzhi, feeling his accusing gaze, couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. She hooked her arm around his neck and whispered in his ear, "Brother, is that okay?"

“You’re clearly just being perfunctory with me,” Gu Jiang said, now certain.

Nie Yinzhi: "..." She pulled Gu Jiang out, "Let's follow Sang Wumian. We can't let him fulfill Xiao Ling's wishes."

At this moment, Xiao Ling was reminding Sang Wumian to investigate the demonic aura and care for her, obviously trying to make him aware of her summoning demons.

In reality, Sang Wumian was too preoccupied with Xiao Ling's pain to thoroughly investigate Xiang Sijue's demonic transformation, giving Nie Yinzhi the opportunity to prepare.

Nie Yinzhi only glanced at the sacrificial array drawn by Xiang Sijue, knowing it wouldn't be easy to replicate. Although she now understood that the sacrificial array wasn't the key, at the time, it was her only weapon for a desperate counterattack.

This was Xiao Ling's dream, and her will was so strong. If Nie Yinzhi didn't intervene, things would only unfold as Xiao Ling wished.

Sure enough, Sang Wumian followed Xiao Ling's request and thoroughly investigated Xiang Sijue's demonic transformation, quickly tracing the clues to Pill-Forming Peak.

This time, there was no need to frame her for the murder of fellow disciples. Nie Yinzhi was directly locked up by her disappointed master, her spiritual veins and consciousness sealed, her limbs and meridians severed, and thrown into the spirit-less Reflection Cliff.

Reflection Cliff was eternally covered in frost, even in summer, with ice and snow covering the ground. The black iron chains protruded from the mountain wall, binding her limbs.

Nie Yinzhi crouched down, shocked by how miserable she appeared. She saw herself lying dejectedly on the hard, icy stone bed, her hair disheveled over her pale face.

This face was still the one before the mask was removed, slightly different from her current appearance. Xiao Ling didn't know what she looked like now, but the hateful expression made her face appear fierce and terrifying.

It seemed Xiao Ling also understood that she would hate.

Nie Yinzhi reached out to tidy her own messy hair, tucking it behind her ears. "If this continues, I might really be digging my heart out and gouging my eyes. Xiao Ling really knows how to dream, imagining quite beautifully."

【Suddenly, the original novel's plot, I'm shocked】

This is Xiao Ling's dream; she dreams of the female lead's golden core. It's confirmed!!

But Bai Ying believed in the saying, “He who eats another’s food should speak softly.” She allowed him to curse the devil, but not Nie Yinzhi. She was always so quick to trust others—because the treats from Pill-Forming Peak were delicious, she thought Nie Yinzhi couldn’t be a bad person. Because Xiao Ling always smiled at her, she thought Xiao Ling was a gentle and kind person.

She was only fierce in front of him.

Thinking of Bai Ying, An Huai's unease was about to explode. He glanced warily at the man beside Nie Yinzhi and turned to survey the surroundings.

Seeing the people accompanying Xiao Ling heading toward the medicinal pool hall, he immediately wanted to rush over, but was forcibly restrained by a surge of spiritual energy.

Nie Yinzhi guessed that Bai Ying probably died at this time. Her eyes softened with pity, but she still told him bluntly, “This is Xiao Ling’s dream. You can’t change anything. The reason you’re still in this dream is to see what Xiao Ling is trying to do.”

An Huai’s expression was filled with melancholy. “It’s impossible to see anything. Xiao Ling doesn’t know what really happened. The Grand Elder once publicly read her spiritual memories in front of everyone, and even those memories didn’t contain the truth. How could it possibly appear in her dream?” Even if it did, it would only be a fabricated illusion.

No wonder Xiao Ling’s dream was so vague. Hearing An Huai’s explanation, Nie Yinzhi lost interest in Xiao Ling. She looked at the young girl who was hanging her head and sticking out her tongue, no longer wanting to delve into the cause and effect. After all, Bai Ying died because of her, so it would be best to just kill her.

Nie Yinzhi wanted Gu Jiang to crush the spiritual consciousness of both Xiao Ling and Zhu Yan, so they could “live together and die together,” fulfilling their inseparable bond.

But Gu Jiang shook his head. Without uncovering how Bai Ying died, An Huai would likely be trapped in this dilemma forever.

Since they couldn’t find the answer from Xiao Ling, they could only try to probe Zhu Yan’s spiritual consciousness.

Zhu Yan never expected that he and Gu Jiang had no grudge, yet the latter would wait here specifically to kill him. His attempt to fish in troubled waters had turned into being caught in a trap.

As soon as his spiritual consciousness entered Xiao Ling’s dream, he sensed something was wrong. But Xiao Ling held onto him like a lifeline, and under normal circumstances, he would have been quite pleased.

However, now, Xiao Ling’s dependence on him was like a shackle locking his spiritual consciousness, making it impossible for him to break free. Xiao Ling’s spiritual platform, which he had always been able to come and go from freely, had now become a prison confining him.

Zhu Yan was caught off guard. Xiao Ling remained unconscious, and his spiritual consciousness was trapped. He lost contact with the people under his control, and the puppets he manipulated simultaneously slipped from his grasp. He didn’t even know what was happening outside.

Gu Jiang left a strand of his spiritual consciousness in Xiao Ling’s dream to suppress Zhu Yan, while Nie Yinzhi took An Huai’s spiritual consciousness and exited Xiao Ling’s dream together.

The young man at the center of the sword forest opened his eyes, momentarily dazed.

The flow of time in the dream was controlled by Nie Yinzhi. Although much time had passed in Xiao Ling’s dream, only a moment had elapsed in reality.

The fluctuation of the sword forest’s array was immediately detected by Yu Yaoqing and Senior Uncle Luo. Two beams of light shot from a distance, landing above the sword forest.

At the same time, a dark red long blade flew toward the sword forest. The blade’s light spread out with a whoosh, forming a barrier that enveloped the entire sword forest valley, preventing them from entering.

“Gu Jiang!” Yu Yaoqing was shocked. He had seen this blade before at the Cloud Scripture Sect—it was Gu Jiang’s life blade.

After a moment, the invisible butterfly detected a slight fluctuation. A talisman had already been shot out by Luo Sheng, aimed at the green pine tree beside the cliff. It was split in half by an invisible force, and the yellow talisman ignited, turning to ash in an instant.

Several beams of light shot from all directions of the sword forest, converging in an encirclement formation and landing in the surrounding areas.

Two figures appeared on the slanting branch of the green pine tree. Gu Jiang held the female disciple of the Cloud Scripture Sect in his arms, sitting on the branch with his legs spread, half-closing his eyes lazily as he scanned the surroundings. He said slowly, “I’ve done a lot today. I’m tired. I don’t want to fight.”

The righteous cultivators who had surrounded them looked at each other in confusion.

Ye Jing’s expression was dazed. For the past period, she had been in a daze, led by the nose. But just now, that hazy feeling was suddenly broken, and her spiritual consciousness instantly became clear. Everything around her suddenly felt real. She moved closer to Yan Yi and said, “Senior Brother, Zhu Yan’s spiritual consciousness is residing in Xiao Ling’s spiritual platform. I accidentally fell for his trick earlier and just woke up.”

Yan Yi was startled and turned to look at her.

On the green pine tree, Nie Yinzhi swung her legs and called out, “Grand Elder, did you bring the spiritual consciousness-reading liquid with you?”