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

Wenren Ming's eyes held a hint of disdain as he glanced at it and said, "It's just a superficial wound; applying medicine will suffice."

"That vile woman has a member of the Gu clan with her by her side. I'm afraid he might plot against me."

"Heh~, Sect Leader Huang, it's better to keep your own disciple in check than anything else. If she doesn't cause trouble, no one will try to harm her."

The man addressed as Sect Leader Huang frowned, not daring to antagonize the young master of Ghost Doctor Valley, and could only suppress his temper: "Divine Physician Wenren, I'll cover your consultation fee. Just name whatever you want."

"Consultation fee? What does Ghost Doctor Valley lack? Headmaster Huang, please find someone else." The implication was clear: no matter what you offer, I won't treat your people.

"Wenren Ming, you've gone too far."

"Sect Leader Huang, no wonder your ugly disciple is such a troublemaker. It's all because of you. You're getting a bit arrogant now. Do you really think you have a high status in the martial arts world?" Wenren Ming was very sharp-tongued. A small sect that had just risen to prominence, after participating in a few martial arts events and gaining some fame, thought it was something special?

Doesn't the sect leader, who is already quite old, feel heartbroken to have to personally travel the martial arts world?

The girl beside Wenren Ming hadn't been with him for long and had never seen him like this before, so she looked at him curiously.

When Wenren Ming dotes on someone, he can truly make them feel like they're living in a honey pot. The girl has an innocent and carefree look on her face, which is the complete opposite of Ning Xin.

If it were Ning Xin, she would only watch with interest and wouldn't be surprised by his sharp tongue.

Wenren Ming glanced at the girl, but his mind drifted to the figure wearing a veil. She had a more obedient man by her side, and he was a member of the Gu clan!

Headmaster Huang was so angry that his old face turned red. He didn't dare to do anything to Wenren Ming. He wanted to cause trouble for that bitch, but he was afraid that the Gu Clan members, who might not have acted before, would openly attack him, since it was her disciple who provoked him first.

As the stalemate continued, a commotion suddenly erupted from the breached entrance to the underground palace: screams from men and women, and the sound of martial arts practitioners retreating.

Wu Yuan roughly understood what was going on. She pulled Ah Jin, who hadn't gone in yet, back a few steps and whispered, "Don't look."

Shen Chushi, who was not far away, changed his expression and stared at the two of them in astonishment.

When Wu Yuan brushed past him, she didn't stop at all, acting as if she didn't know him.

"What's going on? Why did the person in front back out?" someone behind shouted.

"A group of naked people are blocking the doorway."

"What? They're so shameless, resorting to such tactics?"

"They might have captured people to make medicine," Wu Yuan said, pointing out the key point and guiding the conversation.

"What? Then, how do we save this? You shouldn't look at what you shouldn't see!"

The crowd froze, unsure of what to do. Everyone present was a person of importance, and regardless of their true thoughts, they wanted to maintain a gentlemanly image in front of so many people.

"How about we let the female warriors go in first and give them some clothes?" someone suggested cautiously.

"There are men as well as women," someone who went in first added.

Uh! The atmosphere became awkward again.

Wu Yuan lowered her voice and asked, "Could true evil sect disciples have other secret passages?"

It didn't matter if others recognized her, but she didn't want Hao Qianyu to recognize her. She wanted to cause trouble at the wedding of the master of Fuhe Manor. All of the original owner's misfortunes stemmed from his lustful desires, and she didn't want him to die too cleanly.

This stalemate isn't going to work. What if the people she really wants to kill escape? If she could find this place without relying on them, she would have brought Ah Jin here long ago. Even without using the Gu worms on a large scale, she has plenty of ways to kill these people.

Suddenly, a trembling female voice came from inside: "Come in. We people live a life worse than death, so we don't care about these trivial matters."

"We'll throw a few clothes in, so you can cover yourselves up a bit," Ah Jin said loudly at Wu Yuan's prompting.

She was afraid that speaking loudly would expose her original voice.

Soon after, many people carrying spare clothes threw them inside. Voices quickly came from inside: "Come in! Those people are opening the backup passage. Run!"

Everyone cautiously entered the underground palace, on high alert. They watched as the naked people hastily put on clothes, barely managing to cover their faces, and huddled to one side, their expressions very complicated.

Wu Yuan walked very slowly, with A Jin following beside her.

"Do you know what to do if you get out?" Wu Yuan's gaze swept across each face, but none of the faces from the original owner's memories were there. She sighed inwardly.

The haphazardly dressed crowd stared blankly at the person wearing the veil, not daring to answer, nor knowing how to answer.

Wu Yuan took out a stack of silver notes from her bundle, two for each person, with small denominations, each note being ten taels of silver.

"If your family is tolerant, go home. If your family can't accept you, take the silver notes and go far away. Do whatever you want. These people in the martial arts world should send you down the mountain. Be smart and keep the silver notes I gave you. Or you can support each other and live together. These experiences are not your fault. Don't blame yourselves."

As Wu Yuan sent the message, she muttered to herself. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing, but she had to do something. Sending these people home so casually might not be their way home, but their end. Their bodies had been tortured and used to make medicine, and they could no longer live a normal life.

Ah Jin silently protected her from behind, his eyes behind the veil were unfathomable, and his Ah Ning seemed to be shining.

Wenren Ming, who was at the very back, was fiddling with a needle in his sleeve, thinking to himself: She really is unpredictable. She can sever a relationship cleanly and decisively, and find the next one just as quickly. She's even more decisive than me, a self-proclaimed playboy. She can even suddenly help a complete stranger.

How come he never noticed her compassionate heart before? When he refused to treat the patients who pleaded with him, she never showed him any sympathy. Was it because they hadn't spent enough time together?

The girl beside Wenren Ming suddenly spoke up: "Why waste this money? How can these people still have the face to live in this world?"

Wu Yuan turned her head abruptly, a murderous intent rising within her: "Wenren Ming, keep an eye on your people!"

The moment Wenren Ming opened his mouth, he had already used his silver needles to seal the girl's acupoints, not only silencing her voice but also severing her foundation.

"Feel sorry."

"Hmph." Wu Yuan snorted coldly, turned around and said to the group of people in front of her, "A person's life is only a short hundred years. No one knows if there will be a next life. Cherish your life and don't care too much about what others say. Enjoy each day you live."

Wu Yuan knew what these people had been through, and no amount of comforting words would be enough.

"You have the heart of a Bodhisattva. It turns out that not all people in the martial arts world are bad," a woman murmured.

"Every group has good people and bad people. Once you leave, forget about this place and live a good life."

Wenren Ming stepped forward: "I am a doctor, let me take a look at you."