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

Jing Fengming seized the opportunity: "I voluntarily formed a pact with Miss Shu."

"I also went to Linfeng Town voluntarily with my son."

The Huang family was somewhat flustered by the two thunderclaps. They managed to ask a few questions while maintaining their composure before backing down.

After seeing the Huang family off, Shu Zhiyi looked at the still clear sky and muttered, "Is it going to rain on a sunny day?"

Teng Jiamu quickly led her into the camp: "My lady, why don't you talk to them, father and son?"

His wife seemed to have some inexplicable feelings about the gods' favor, but she couldn't refuse it and just accepted it gladly.

How to put it? Shu Zhiyi believes in the rules of Heaven and such, after all, she has come into contact with them, but she always feels uneasy about using the things that Heaven, which are high above and might not seem to exist, give out for no reason. She worries that He has already set a price for them.

"Can I see your legs?" Shu Zhiyi asked directly.

Teng Jiamu quickly pulled her back again: "My lady, we can talk about this later."

His wife was quite sensitive to him, not just in bed. When the Chuxin Sect was looking for a marriage partner, he felt somewhat inferior, and his wife directly asked to change the candidate because of his gaze.

But with other people, you can't just look at someone's legs as soon as you meet them. Even if it's for medical treatment, you should at least let them rest for a while!

"Sure, but could we go somewhere else?" Jing Fengming remained calm and looked around at the martial arts masters.

"No rush. Let the kitchen prepare some nourishing food first. After you finish eating, you can rest well and recuperate for a few days before we talk about it again," Ling Ziyu said gently.

"Yes, let me show you the rooms you'll be staying in for the next few days." Teng Jiamu had someone bring out specially made chairs.

Seeing the chair reminded Shu Zhiyi of something else. When she first saw Ling Ziyu, she wanted to get a wooden wheelchair, but Ling Ziyu was able to walk with crutches in just a few days, so she forgot about the wheelchair.

Now she remembered again that if Jing Fengming's leg couldn't be cured, she would get a wheelchair. Although it wouldn't be as advanced as a modern wheelchair, it would at least make it easier for him to move around in a small area.

Today, in order to accommodate these two auxiliary spirit masters, neither camp has arranged a hunt. The martial spirit masters have stayed in the camp to prevent the Huang family from forcibly taking them away.

Now that the matter is basically resolved, the martial spirit masters haven't gone far. They're in twos and threes near the camp, accompanying the auxiliary spirit masters as they gather materials.

Shu Zhiyi returned to her room, took out a plant catalog and started looking at it, hoping to find some medicine that could help heal broken bones.

"My lady, may I come in?"

"Jiamu, come in. Have they settled in?"

"Hmm, it's in the tent next to ours. What is my wife looking for?" Teng Jiamu noticed that she was flipping through the pages very quickly, which didn't seem like she was simply reading.

"I'm looking for plants that can help with bone problems."

Teng Jiamu paused for a moment, then leaned closer to her, resting his head on her shoulder: "My lady, I know, you can just ask me."

Shu Zhiyi straightened up slightly, startled by his hot breath on her neck, and looked down at his hand that was inside her clothes.

"What are you doing? Reading a book?"

"My lady, I can recite it all by heart. Why don't you look at me?"

"Really? Then I'll test you. There will be a punishment if you can't recite it." Shu Zhiyi changed the direction and method of "flipping through the book".

Since it was daytime, the two of them didn't continue after their first time. After getting dressed, they leaned against each other and flipped through books, this time real books.

"This can cure a broken bone."

"This is a sacred medicine, something that can only be encountered by chance."

"I can try." Shu Zhiyi closed the book and kissed him. "Let's go for a walk. If I stay with you any longer, you won't be able to get up tomorrow."

"Okay~"

The hunt went smoothly, and Shu Zhiyi's luck was as good as ever. Whenever she went out to gather, she would definitely make a fortune. There were countless martial spirit masters vying for her protection job. Wu Qing was someone she knew well, but the other position was decided after a fight among the martial spirit masters.

The day after returning to Linfeng Town, Shu Zhiyi took Jing Fengming to the Temple of the Gods to form a pact. Jing Fengming's father was completely relieved, and he even got drunk at dinner that evening.

Although Shu Zhiyi didn't have any feelings for Jing Fengming, she wouldn't leave him any dignity on the day of their contract. She went to his room and did what she was supposed to do with him, but considering his health, she only completed the first time briefly before planning to go to sleep.

Perhaps it was a father's heart that was connected to his son's, but Jing Fengming suddenly felt very flustered, yet dared not say anything, and tossed and turned all night.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to go see my father."

"Go ahead." Shu Zhiyi got up, helped him into a simple wheelchair, and pushed him to the next room.

"Father!" The two knocked on the door for a while, but there was no response. After breaking down the door, they found that the person inside was already unconscious from the fever.

We called a doctor, took medicine, and it wasn't until late at night that the patient's condition stabilized.

"Feng Ming, you're not feeling well, and today you're still..." Teng Jiamu glanced at Shu Zhiyi, "You can't keep going like this. I'll have a martial arts master watch over you. Go rest next door."

"I'm a little worried."

"It'll be fine, don't worry. You can't make yourself sick. It's just next door, not far."

Jing Fengming bit his lip, unwilling to leave.

Shu Zhiyi: "Go find a recliner and let him lie down by the bed."

"Thank you, my lady." Jing Fengming smiled and said, "You all go and rest. I'll stay here with Father."

"Let's go next door. Call us if you need anything." Shu Zhiyi patted Jing Fengming's head. His upbringing made him extremely self-conscious.

It wasn't a serious illness, just a sudden relaxation of his tense mind after many years, which caused him to fall ill. But since he was a high-level spirit master, his physical condition was better than that of the average person, so he could recover slowly.

After things stabilized here, Shu Zhiyi took Teng Jiamu to Linshui Town. Her aunt's family had died "accidentally" during the last hunt.

"This is where I grew up. When I was very young, my family's house was still small. Later, it expanded and expanded, but after they discovered that I couldn't awaken my spiritual power, the house was never expanded again because my mother and father wanted to give me a holy medicine."

Shu Zhiyi recounted the original owner's story in a storytelling tone. She still didn't understand why the original owner had no spiritual power. After she formed a pact with the Ling brothers, she consulted a doctor, but no abnormalities were found.

"This is my room, huh? They didn't even use my room?" Shu Zhiyi looked at the room, which was almost identical to the original owner's memory. Something was wrong. The rest of the house had been completely transformed. The original owner's room was the largest and most comfortable in the house. Why weren't they using it?

"My lady, did you use incense all the time when you were at home?" Fujiyoshi suddenly asked.

Shu Zhiyi sorted through the original owner's memories and shook her head: "No, I never used incense."

"Then there's something wrong with this smell. I feel like I've smelled it somewhere before," Fujimura said, frowning in thought.