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

Before the words were even finished, Shu Zhiyi and her group had already entered the gate. Several high-level martial spirit masters surrounded Shu Qing's family, ignoring their shouts, and swiftly took them all away.

After three days of clearing up the relevant matters, Shu Zhiyi held a farewell banquet for the people of Chuxin Sect.

"Miss Shu, our sect intends to arrange a marriage between you and this man. This is the youngest son of one of our sect's hall masters," Hall Master Xu pointed out a man.

Shu Zhiyi raised an eyebrow. This man was indeed handsome. She had made something of herself. The two men she married before were forced into marriage due to internal family struggles. This Teng Jiamu was someone she liked, but he had also left the main family for some reason. The man that Chuxin Sect was offering her for marriage was carefully selected.

"Is it a waste to marry someone with such good looks?"

"Miss Shu is too modest," said Hall Master Xu with a smile. The Chuxin Sect had high hopes for Shu Zhiyi, and this could be considered an early investment.

"But he himself doesn't seem very willing."

"Uh, Miss Shu, you misunderstand. My nephew is just naturally cold-faced and has few emotions, but he is quite talented. He is also very capable in housekeeping and handling external affairs."

"Really?" Shu Zhiyi glanced at Teng Jiamu beside her.

Teng Jiamu pursed her lips and looked at that face again and again.

"A marriage alliance is fine, but Master Xu can be replaced. I am not worthy of such a beauty," Shu Zhiyi refused, patting Teng Jiamu's arm reassuringly.

"My lady, I, you,"

"It's okay, don't worry." Shu Zhiyi said many times that Teng Jiamu's appearance was to her liking, but after all, he had been told that he was not good-looking since he was a child, and that kind of inferiority and insecurity was imprinted in his bones.

"This," Master Xu hesitated for a moment, she did not expect that Shu Zhiyi would refuse such a face.

"Hall Master Xu, no rush. I will have many more opportunities to interact with the Chuxin Sect in the future," Shu Zhiyi said with a smile.

"Miss Shu is right." Master Xu smiled and waved for the man to leave.

The banquet then concluded smoothly.

In the room that night, Teng Jiamu exerted all his strength in various ways, sweat dripping from his forehead to his chin and onto Shu Zhiyi's body.

"Alright, alright, I love you the most, don't be afraid." Shu Zhiyi patted her head on her chest.

Teng Jiamu was busy with his whole body, and even busier with his mouth: "Um, hmm."

Shu Zhiyi had no choice but to hug him tightly, letting him embed himself into her body.

After the wind and rain subsided, Shu Zhiyi felt languid all over and closed her eyes, feeling drowsy.

"My lady, I've settled Yan He in the backyard. His talent is average, and his rank isn't high either. Breaking the contract might be too harmful to him."

"Huh? Oh, I almost forgot about him. What did he mean? Did you ask him?" Shu Zhiyi paused for a moment before remembering who it was.

"He doesn't want to go back to his wife. That woman has some bad habits. He has many injuries. He's only been bound to her for less than a month, and he's already damaged his health, making it difficult for him to have children." Teng Jiamu felt sorry for him.

"Hmm? Damaged the foundation?"

"Yes, his wife is too tyrannical. She is cruel to her contracted partner. The place where a man gives birth is supposed to open slowly after pregnancy, but his wife directly used a hard object to poke it open."

Shu Zhiyi perked up a bit and subconsciously reached out to touch the person next to her; that area was smooth and delicate.

"My lady~" Fujiyoshi arched his body as she was touched, and pressed down on her wrist.

"What about the Yan family?"

"Some people in the Yan family know that person's temperament. In fact, one of the Yan family's sons has already died, and Yan He is the second to marry into the family, so he can't go back."

"Spiritual Master, send him to Qing Shi City and have Zi Yu arrange for him to join the Spiritual Master team in the City Lord's Mansion. That will give him a way out."

"Okay, I'll talk to him about it tomorrow."

"No rush, you should get some rest tomorrow. Anyway, we won't be going to Qing Shi City anytime soon."

After some time, Shu Zhiyi began to organize a hunt, arranging the time and place with Qing Shi City.

For the first time, Linfeng Town experienced the benefits of having a new town mayor. Small places like theirs couldn't organize large hunting teams, and they had to be very conservative in choosing hunting locations, so the harvest wouldn't be much. The Chuxin Sect had never paid much attention to this place, only taking them along for the last big hunt before the cold season.

As soon as they disembarked from the flying boat, Ling Ziyu came to greet them: "My lady, our tents are all set up over there. You can go and rest there first, and let them take care of things here."

"Ziyu, wait a minute. This is my first time leading a hunt, so I need to keep an eye on things."

Actually, there's not much to worry about. Hunting and gathering are ingrained in the genes of people in this world. Harsh environments don't breed spoiled brats, and no one will cause trouble while hunting.

Of course, those brought to their deaths are not included in this group, such as Shu Qing's family, but they are being controlled and are just waiting for the "accident" during tomorrow's hunt.

"My dear wife, how is your hometown? Do your ex-fiancés regret their marriage?" Ling Ziyu snuggled up to her and asked curiously.

"Oh, right, I happen to need your help."

"What?"

"Jiamu, where is Yan He? Tell him to come and go back with Ziyu."

"Wait a moment." Teng Jiamu brought the person over shortly afterward and explained the basic situation to Ling Ziyu.

"Ziyu, he can't stay in Linfeng Town any longer. Take him to Qingshi City and help take care of him."

"Okay, no problem. We happen to be short of spirit assistants." Ling Ziyu nodded with a smile.

With Yan He's matter resolved and the camp set up that same day, Teng Jiamu led the hunting team out early the next morning. Shu Zhiyi left Ling Ziyu's room and returned to the refining room of her own camp.

She took out the cauldron and materials from the refining room, thought for a moment, then emptied a spatial artifact and threw it directly into the cauldron. After that, she began to put in the materials for refining the preservation artifact.

She couldn't craft a spatial artifact at her current level, so she could only use a finished product. In fact, preservation artifacts were also beyond her level, but she felt that she should be able to craft one.

The refining process took a whole day, and Ling Ziyu brought in and fed her lunch.

"My lady, don't push yourself too hard," Ling Ziyu said with some concern, looking at the spirit pearl in her hand.

"It's alright, I feel like I should be able to refine this successfully." The reason she was struggling was because the grade was too low.

She persisted until evening, and Shu Zhiyi was already somewhat dazed, but she finally succeeded.

"My lady!!" Teng Jiamu returned and was terrified when he saw her pale face and half-closed eyes.

"It's nothing, it's just that my spiritual energy is exhausted," Shu Zhiyi said lazily. She had already taken a spirit-replenishing pill and was just a little tired.

"Are you really okay?"

"I'll be fine after a nap. You can put away the cauldron and materials for me first."

"Okay, I'll take you back to rest first."

"Put it away first."

Helpless, Teng Jiamu had no choice but to put away the table and the cauldron.