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

"Never mind," Wu Yuan lay on the carpet, took a screen to block her view, put on headphones, played music, and slowly fell asleep.

Two days later, in the dead of night, Wu Yuan, dressed in black, used her skillful lightness technique to climb over the wall, but before her feet had fully touched the ground, she entered the space.

A moment later, the voices of two people came from inside the wall: "There's no one here. I think you're just being too sensitive."

"Strange, could I have seen wrong?" Another person looked at the blue brick ground under his feet with doubt, and, not quite believing it, climbed over the wall. He glanced at the weeds that had left no trace, and also began to doubt that he had seen wrong.

Wu Yuan left the space on a rainy night. After walking several hundred meters, she looked back at the outline of the villa, and then turned and walked into the darkness despite the increasingly heavy rain.

Half a month later, Wu Yuan appeared at an inn in a small town, dressed as an ordinary martial arts practitioner, wearing a veiled hat and carrying two swords.

"A superior room."

"Alright, one top-class room." The waiter eagerly led her to the room. Various martial arts figures often came to their place, but the fabric of this young lady's clothes was clearly of the highest quality. She was probably a disciple of some major sect or family who had come out to train.

The original owner had nothing on her body, not even her outer clothes. The outfit she was wearing now was bought with the gold from her spatial storage, which she exchanged for silver notes and loose silver. As for the veil, well, she couldn't help it; her looks were too outstanding, and not wearing one would easily attract unwanted attention.

"Bring a plate of fish, a stir-fried vegetable dish, and a bowl of rice in a bit," Wu Yuan said, giving the waiter a small piece of silver as a tip.

"Great! Miss, you're in luck! Our fish is famous far and wide." The waiter happily stuffed the silver into his sleeve.

"Bring up another bucket of hot water later."

"Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

In the bathtub, Wu Yuan took her hand out from under her body, her face full of unsatisfied desire. This innate desire was too terrifying. She didn't have any concept of chastity. She had already started cultivating the internal energy she obtained in her previous life, and her physical needs were even greater. However, she had high standards and hadn't met anyone who caught her eye.

That night, he dared not practice his internal energy cultivation any more and tossed and turned until he finally fell asleep in the middle of the night.

The next morning, Wu Yuan checked out of the hotel and left. As soon as she left the city, she noticed that someone was following her. Although Wu Yuan had wrapped herself up tightly and covered her face, her voice and figure still caught the attention of the thief.

Judging from the aura and footsteps of the group, Wu Yuan realized that she couldn't defeat them. At least, she couldn't outrun all three of them combined.

She rolled her eyes, secretly observing the terrain, thinking of a place to ambush them, or simply hide.

"Little beauty, don't run away! Play with your brothers!"

"Hahaha."

Having left the city and finding themselves alone, the three began to act with impunity.

One of them had already thrown out a hidden weapon, which Wu Yuan dodged. Just as she was about to turn around and fight back, a person suddenly flew down from the tree and intercepted the three of them.

"It's you three devils of Xiling again! You've defiled women and tarnished the reputation of the martial arts world. Today, I will cleanse you three scoundrels." A very young voice said.

As they passed each other, Wu Yuan noticed a very high nose bridge and a smooth jawline.

The young man's martial arts skills were good, but he seemed to lack combat experience. The three of them had a high degree of coordination, and neither side could gain the upper hand. However, the Three Ghosts of Xiling did not linger in the fight. After a hundred or so moves, they realized they could not defeat him and fled.

Shen Chushi did not chase after her, but looked back at the direction Wu Yuan had left in, feeling somewhat lost. Just now, during that brush with her, the wind lifted her veil, and the woman's appearance was unforgettable.

At night, around 3 PM, a fire was lit, and a rabbit was placed on top of it. Footsteps approached, and his hand gripped the hilt of a knife.

"Young hero, could you spare me a rabbit leg? I'll pay you silver."

Shen Chushi didn't put down the knife, but he stood up and said, "Miss, it's so late, why are you still wandering in the middle of nowhere?"

"I'm not some pampered young lady. I'm going to roam the martial world, even though my martial arts skills are a bit lacking." Wu Yuan took off her veil and sat on the straw mat he had just been sitting on.

At the beginning of the day, he took his hand off the hilt of the knife, went to the other side of the fire, glanced at her, and somewhat helplessly tried to turn the rabbit over.

"Hey, aren't you hot?" Wu Yuan asked with a smile, resting her hand on her chin. The wooden stick with the rabbit on it was thick, but the other end was short and blackened by the fire.

"Huh? Ah," Shen Chushi removed his hand, glanced at it, and shook it off. "It's okay, it's not very hot."

Wu Yuan took out a pot of clean water and a clean handkerchief from her bundle, soaked them, walked around the fire, squatted down beside him, took his hand, and gently wiped the ash off his palm with the handkerchief.

Shen Chushi glanced at the girl's slightly trembling eyelashes, quickly lowered his eyelids, and stared at his own hand being cared for. For a moment, he felt his heart pounding like a drum.

The young man practiced swordsmanship for many years, and his palms were covered with thick calluses. There were no burns, just some redness.

"It's alright, there's no burn, just some redness." Wu Yuan let go of his hand, casually put the handkerchief aside, and sat back down on the haystack opposite her.

Shen Chushi clenched his fists, his eyes sweeping over the handkerchief. It was an ordinary plain handkerchief without any embroidery, covered in dust, and casually placed on a stone, as if it had been abandoned by its owner.

"My name is Shen Chushi. I come from the Mingshan Sect. My father is Shen Qing, and my family lives here..."

"When will this rabbit get better?" Wu Yuan interrupted his self-introduction. She had decided to give up on Shen Chushi in her heart. He was too serious, like a novice. If you mess with him, you'll be hard to shake off.

"Ah? Oh, it'll be ready soon." Shen Chushi was about to reach out and turn the rabbit over when she caught sight of the handkerchief. She grabbed a handful of dry grass, placed it in her hand, turned the rabbit over, made a few cuts with a knife, sprinkled it with salt, roasted it for a while, cut off a piece, and handed it to her with the tip of the knife.

"For me?"

"Um."

"Aren't you going to eat first?" Wu Yuan didn't take it.

Shen Chushi paused for a moment, withdrew his hand, and ate it himself: "It's not poisonous."

"Young Master Shen, you misunderstand. I'm not afraid it's poisonous; I just feel that since you worked so hard to roast this rabbit, you should eat it first." Wu Yuan had already sat up straight, her tone calm.

"No, it's okay, you eat first, eat first." Shen Chushi cut off another piece.

This time, Wu Yuan didn't refuse. She took a pretty little knife, stabbed off a piece of rabbit meat, and ate it in small bites. Actually, she wasn't hungry. She had eaten something in the evening and wanted to buy a rabbit leg to eat; it was just an excuse to strike up a conversation.