Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

"I want ten pounds of fresh fish."

"Five catties," Li Mingyue bargained.

"Copying is such a hassle!"

"Then three catties, you don't need to copy it." The original owner didn't know many words, and she didn't know the characters in this world either. Whether she could recognize the characters on the jade slip wasn't that important, but some profound techniques couldn't be learned solely from the jade slip, since everyone's understanding from the text was different.

Mo Lin is quite educated, but I always felt that it was a waste of his talents to have him do copying work.

But Li Mingyue has plenty of time now. She can learn to read and then copy them out herself. She also plans to copy out some useful cultivation techniques.

"Five catties, okay, okay." Han Junsheng compromised: "You're such a stingy girl, five or ten catties is just a matter of your man eating half a bite less."

"So what? We just don't want to miss out on this half bite."

After agreeing on the terms, Han Junsheng turned around and headed back to his own place, afraid that if he was too slow, the other party would change their mind.

Li Mingyue looked at Mo Lin, who was grinning from ear to ear, puzzled. Why was he so happy? In her opinion, Old Man Han was a stranger, and there was no need to explain their relationship to a stranger. Even if he said they were father and daughter, let alone misunderstand that they were husband and wife, Li Mingyue would not make a point of explaining.

"It's alright, Mingyue. Are you hungry? Do you want something from the water or the mountains? Or something from the air, I'll go hunting."

"Didn't you forbid me from eating anything other than spiritual food?" Li Mingyue was pampered by Mo Lin and ate only mild spiritual food.

Sects in the lower realms advocate consuming fasting pills to avoid accumulating impurities in the body from eating ordinary food. Although pills also contain toxins, high-grade pills contain very few toxins, which are also easy to expel.

Mo Lin's view was completely different. He believed that Li Mingyue's spiritual root and physical condition required nourishment through spiritual food, and most importantly, he could afford to do so.

None of those sects or large families could possibly pool their resources to provide mild spiritual food for just a few people.

"It's okay to eat a little bit occasionally. Just eat the tenderest meat." Mo Lin patted her head, adding that the seasonings they used were all made from spirit plants.

Yesterday's bite of fish allowed Mingyue to enter a meditative state overnight and advance a small level. This made Mo Lin realize one thing: Mingyue cannot keep eating spiritual food, otherwise her cultivation level will be artificially high, all built up by spiritual food, and unstable.

"Then I want to eat bird meat." Birds should taste the best.

"Okay, are you coming with me or going inside to rest?"

"I'll go with you and get some wild vegetables. We can't eat meat all the time." Li Mingyue watched as he set up a concealment array at the entrance of the cave before leaving with him.

Although they ostensibly lived in a cave, Mo Lin had a magical artifact custom-made for them. It was a small house with five rooms and a courtyard, equipped with a spatial array. Once inside, one would feel a sense of openness and spaciousness. The courtyard and rooms were all filled with luminous pearls, making it as bright as day.

Actually, it would be fine to put it outside, but this place often experiences very strong winds and rain, so it would need a series of formations to isolate both the wind and rain and the sound. Li Mingyue thought it was too much trouble, so she asked him to find a large cave to put it in. This way, all that was needed was to set up a formation at the entrance of the cave, which saved a lot of spirit stones.

Sometimes, Li Mingyue felt that she couldn't live without Mo Lin anymore. If she had followed her own plan and found a remote place to become a rogue cultivator, she might still be trekking through the mountains and rivers in the very first place.

Independent cultivators, especially those who haven't yet achieved prominence, are extremely poor. Forget about spiritual food, they even have trouble getting enough to eat.

"Mingyue, the python next door said these birds are the most delicious, but they're too small and troublesome to eat. I'll trap them for you, and you can try to capture them with your spiritual energy." Mo Lin purposefully found a flock of yellow and white birds.

"Okay." Li Mingyue focused intently on manipulating her spiritual power.

Hua Mian, also known as the python spirit in Mo Lin's words, happened to come to his secret base for a feast today, only to find that his secret base was no longer a secret!

The demon race reveres the strong, and Hua Mian knew very well that she was no match for Mo Lin. She couldn't even tell whether he was a human cultivator or a demon cultivator. She had no choice but to submit to someone who was several realms above her.

The neighbors came and went in a hurry, and Mo Lin didn't pay any attention. Li Mingyue had no idea that she had only managed to catch a few dozen after exhausting her spiritual energy. The rest were all captured and taken back by Mo Lin.

Outside the cave, Li Mingyue wanted to help clean up the birds. She watched as Mo Lin grabbed and twisted one bird's head off, dripping the blood into a large basin and throwing the bird's body into another large basin, preparing to pluck its feathers later.

She reached out and exclaimed, "Oh dear!"

The finger pointed to a deep hole, which the bird had pecked out. Before it could even eat the bird's meat, it had already contributed a piece of its own flesh.

Mo Lin quickly cleaned his hands and held her injured hand in his own: "I don't know any healing techniques, let's go find Old Man Han."

"No need. I bought some wound medicine before. I'll just sprinkle some on and try to heal myself." Li Mingyue wasn't that delicate. Both her water and wood spiritual roots were suitable for practicing healing techniques. However, she didn't have a master and didn't learn systematically. She just practiced whatever techniques that interested her in the jade slip containing basic cultivation methods.

"Then be careful. You don't need to do these rough jobs, I'll take care of them." Mo Lin took out some ointment for her wounds, sprinkled it on, and went back to treat the birds.

"These were originally meant for me to eat, so you're just tasting them. Just like Senior Han said, you've spoiled me rotten." Li Mingyue's hands-on abilities continued to decline as she stood beside him.

"I'm willing to spoil you. You just need to focus on your cultivation, and I'll take care of everything else."

"What if one day you're not by my side anymore?"

"First, I don't think I'll leave you." Mo Lin's attraction to her was purely physical, and she didn't resist him.

"Secondly, due to the limitations of my bloodline, my lifespan is shorter than that of a pure-blooded dragon. If I die first, your cultivation level will definitely be very high. You can then find someone with a lower cultivation level to take care of you. In this world, as long as your cultivation level is high, you can do nothing but cultivate."

Li Mingyue controlled her limited spiritual power, slowly swirling it around the wound, saying, "My talent isn't high, and my spiritual root isn't good either. Who knows who will die first?"

Actually, she didn't plan to stay for too long at first.

"That's great, we're a perfect match," Mo Lin said happily.

Li Mingyue smiled. She wasn't heartless. It was perfectly normal for her to fall for a man who took such good care of her.

The birds tasted really good, whether stewed in soup or roasted. After Li Mingyue finished eating, Mo Lin ate all the cooked ones.

"How about we fry these raw ones?" Li Mingyue's stomach was full, but her eyes still wanted to eat more.

"Okay, you take a walk around the neighborhood to digest your food, I'll fry it."

"How come you can do everything?"

"When my mother was alive, she liked to wander among ordinary people, and I learned a little bit of everything from her." Mo Lin smiled as he recalled how, when he was little, his mother always made him cook. When he protested, his mother would say, "When there is someone who makes you feel happy even when you are cooking, then you have fallen in love with that person."