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

"With me here, why should you worry about these things yourself?" Wenren Ming said with a smile, "Someone, make some clothes and jewelry according to Xin'er's measurements."

Wu Yuan raised her hand: "Jewelry is unnecessary; it's just a burden when we're out and about."

"It's alright, whether I give it to you or not is my business, whether you wear it or not is your business." Wenren Ming waved his hand, signaling his subordinate to go out and do his business.

Before long, the embroiderers from the cloth shop and the shop assistants from the silversmith shop arrived.

The embroiderer took her measurements, and the shop assistant opened a box, saying solicitously, "Miss, look, this is the latest and most fashionable style in the store."

Wu Yuan glanced at them, but her interest waned. The craftsmanship was mediocre, the metal was not refined properly, and the appearance was unremarkable. She casually picked up a pair of cloisonné gold bracelets.

"This one will do."

"This," the waiter looked at Wenren Ming.

"If Xin'er doesn't like these, we can have them replaced with a different batch."

"No need, I already said it would be cumbersome to wear it."

"Their jewelry store can also make concealed weapons. Are you interested?"

Wu Yuan's eyes lit up. The shop assistant was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything. The embroiderer who was taking her measurements wished she didn't have ears. Everyone said that the silver shop had a background. It turned out that it was backed by people from the underworld.

To be precise, it wasn't that they were backed by martial arts figures; rather, this jewelry store was actually run by martial arts figures themselves, and even the old craftsmen inside were skilled in martial arts.

"Custom orders take a long time, right? Is there enough time?"

"We can place the order first, and come back to pick it up after things are settled over there."

"That works, but I've never used concealed weapons before, so I don't know what kind to order."

"Who forged your twin swords? They look extraordinary."

The Royal Weapon Forging Workshop, made of Xuan Iron, is truly extraordinary. If she weren't afraid of being too conspicuous, she would also have weapons enhanced by superpowered individuals, swords and blades refined using modern craftsmanship.

"I got it by chance," Wu Yuan said casually.

Wenren Ming's eyelids twitched. That same dismissive tone again. It seemed she came from an extremely noble background. But why would she knowingly approach him, knowing who he was? Was she looking for fun? Or was she coveting Ghost Doctor Valley?

"Does Xin'er mind if I take a moment to observe? So I can help you decide which hidden weapon is suitable."

"Sure," Wu Yuan agreed quickly. It was better to learn from a martial arts master than to try to figure it out on her own.

After taking the measurements, she quickly selected the fabric and style. She used the best quality for the inner garment, disliked embroidery on the bellyband, and chose a durable and neat material for the outer garment, but only made two sets.

Wenren Ming's smile deepened. He was no longer conflicted or greedy. Especially after hearing her say that being efficient was the priority and that he didn't need those sashes, he was even more certain that Ning Xin was after him.

The clothes she wore the other day, weren't they all flowing and elegant?

After the embroiderer and the silver shop staff left, they found an open space where Wu Yuan and Wenren Ming began to spar. Against such a top expert, she was basically defeated within ten moves.

She only persevered a little longer after he started feeding her tips.

"The moves are good, but the opponent lacks combat experience and adaptability."

"The main problem is that my internal strength is too low, otherwise I could have easily crushed them." Wu Yuan sheathed her sword and said breathlessly.

"Haha, that's fine, but internal strength is something that needs to be accumulated. If Xin'er wants to become a martial arts master quickly, she should focus on speed. In martial arts, speed is the only thing that can be overcome."

"I know."

"Your light-footed skill?"

"They're from the Qingfeng Sect. I have a somewhat roundabout relationship with them," Wu Yuan said, revealing all she could.

Wenren Ming was not surprised. Qingfeng Sect liked to recruit many disciples and was not strict with their own cultivation techniques. The disciples taught their wives and children, and they did not care.

"Qingfeng Sect's lightness skill is paired with their own internal energy cultivation method. It seems that your internal energy is not theirs. Is it because the person who taught you did not teach you the internal energy cultivation method?" He did have some knowledge of this.

"I was taught, but that internal energy cultivation method isn't suitable for me."

Wenren Ming placed his hand on her wrist and took her pulse again: "I can't see too many differences, but last night, your internal energy was still flowing smoothly, so it might really suit you."

Wu Yuan smiled. A seasoned lover, highly skilled in martial arts, and with excellent medical skills, he was able to diagnose her internal energy even in such an agitated state. Such a person is truly suitable for her.

"Yes, but I haven't had the time to develop it for long, so my internal strength and lightness skills aren't very well integrated."

"Take your time," Wenren Ming gently comforted him.

What a mysterious woman! Aside from her light-footed footwork, her swordsmanship with dual swords and her internal energy cultivation were all things he had never seen before, and they were all incredibly exquisite. Perhaps, even the name Ning Xin wasn't real.

"Hmm, I'm not in a hurry." Wu Yuan shrugged. She was facing the Fuhe Manor, which had been famous in the martial arts world for a long time, as well as the evil sect that had been cleared out several times but could not be completely eradicated, and a highly skilled old pervert. Revenge was not something that could be done overnight.

"Xin'er, what do you think of using longer needles as hidden weapons?" Wenren Ming was a doctor, and his skill with silver needles was superb. They could both save lives and kill people. When choosing hidden weapons for others, he subconsciously thought of choosing needles.

A torrential downpour of pear blossom needles!

Suddenly, this word popped into Wu Yuan's mind. Perhaps she could replicate this hidden weapon. It should be an ingenious mechanism, which would be more effective than shooting it out with her hands and internal energy. If she couldn't suppress it from a single line, she could use firepower to cover it up.

Dozens of needles soaked in poison were fired at once; even a slight scratch could be fatal.

"Okay," Wu Yuan agreed with his suggestion.

She secretly studied how that mechanism was made. She had learned a lot of mechanical arts when she did missions in other worlds, and maybe she could use them.

"Then you try them out and see which of these needles, in terms of thickness and size, is more comfortable in your hand." Wenren Ming took the scroll from his subordinate and opened it, revealing hundreds of needles inserted inside, arranged from largest to smallest.

"Wow, that's a lot!" Wu Yuan exclaimed.

Wenren Ming was extremely pleased by her praise, and he quickly opened his folding fan, waving it happily.

His subordinates behind him were barely noticeable and rarely spoke, but at this moment they also looked up and glanced at the woman.

Almost no woman had ever seen the young master's needle pouch intact, but this woman named Ning Xin saw it on the very second day.

Wu Yuan's fingers traced through the air, stopping in the middle. She pulled out a finger-length stick, pinched it to test its feel, then put it back in. Next, she took a slightly longer one.

"That's about right."

"Gather your inner strength at your fingertips and shoot it out."

Wu Yuan put the needle back in: "This is a set, so don't let me practice on it."

"It's okay, I have more than just this one."

"Call that worker over tomorrow and have him make a hundred of each of these different thicknesses and sizes." Wu Yuan gestured with her finger in an area slightly towards the back of the middle.