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

Hao Qianyu had no disciples. His older children had been taken back to their parents' home by his first wife. The manor housed a number of retainers and servants with mediocre martial arts skills. He hadn't taken Wu Yuan's martial arts seriously before. Even though she killed Zheng Qingqing, he didn't intend to kill Wu Yuan. Instead, he wanted to take her and enjoy her.

Wu Yuan remained calm. She had no intention of leaving alive today. In any case, the only enemy the original owner had marked as her must-kill was Hao Qianyu, and he was already doomed.

Wenren Ming suddenly shot out several silver needles, which stuck into the floor beneath the feet of several retainers: "I said, this is a family matter. Anyone who interferes is going against my Ghost Doctor Valley."

At the beginning of the day, he drew his sword, glared resentfully at Wu Yuan, and barked menacingly at the retainers and servants who were about to attack: "Go back and mind your own business."

Hao Qianyu's face turned a deep shade of liver: "You bitch, you really..."

Wu Yuan was furious and decided to attack with a knife before the poison took effect. Hao Qianyu didn't hold back this time and really started to kill, but he also found himself moving slowly: "You poisoned me?"

Wu Yuan remained silent, only wanting to perish together with her opponent. Her moves became increasingly ruthless and reckless.

Suddenly, a palm strike shoved Hao Qianyu from behind, and Wu Yuan's knife struck his neck. The somewhat famous master of Fuhe Manor died at the hands of his forcibly married wife.

Wu Yuan: "..."

A perfectly good wedding turned into a massacre, leaving the guests looking at each other in dismay.

Wenren Ming withdrew his hand, and the silver needle that was originally pinned to the ground returned to his hand. The eyes of everyone present narrowed. It was easy to shoot it out, but it was difficult to take it back.

"Doesn't Master Hao have a son who was sent to his maternal family? Inform him to come back and take charge of the estate." Shen Chushi's master glared at his beloved disciple and spoke up to take charge of the overall situation.

"Master," Shen Chushi said, his eyes filled with worry as he glanced at the woman standing there.

His master almost beat this rebellious disciple up on the spot. What was he doing? What was he doing? The other party hadn't even intended to start a massacre, and his own bastard disciple wanted to help them eliminate the threat completely?

Wu Yuan took a deep breath, retrieved her twin swords, and calmly said, "Thank you for cleaning up the mess, Senior. I only have a grudge against Hao Qianyu and Zheng Qingqing, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. Please explain things clearly to them, Senior. If they feel they should seek revenge on me, then they are welcome to do so."

She was just a mission taker. The original owner's mission was to kill these people to avenge her. She didn't need to commit any more killings. Anyway, the mission was completed. If she wanted to take revenge, she could come. In this era where transportation relied on walking and communication relied on shouting, it wouldn't be so easy to find her if she wanted to hide.

At the beginning of the day, the master stroked his beard and said kindly, "Young lady, you are magnanimous and will not involve the innocent. I will advise them that this cycle of revenge will never end."

"Thank you, Senior." Wu Yuan spoke to him calmly, ignoring Shen Chushi's gaze, and took out an exquisite cylinder: "Since I have nothing of value to offer, Senior, here's a little something to cheer you up."

"This... isn't a good idea," the old man said, stroking his beard.

Wu Yuan placed it in his hand: "It's just a small thing, consider it a thank-you gift for your senior, please accept it."

"Then I'll accept it. You're covered in injuries, and it just so happens that Doctor Wenren is here. Let him take a look at you." The old man's eyebrows rose with joy.

"I dare not trouble the renowned physician, I cannot afford the consultation fee." His tone was not pleasant.

Wenren Ming remained seated, a faint smile still on his face: "Is this minor injury worth my time?"

"It's not worth it." Wu Yuan walked through the crowd and left the hall without looking back.

At the beginning of the day, he stretched his hand under his master's nose and said, "Give it to me."

"This was given to me by the witch, why should I give it to you!" The old man stuffed the small cylinder into his pocket, glared at his apprentice, and began to give instructions on preparing for his funeral.

Shen Chushi clung to his master, constantly asking for more, and his master never chased him away, always keeping him by his side. The old man was wise and experienced, and he immediately understood the entanglement between the two, as well as Wu Yuan's attempt to avoid suspicion and her request. He generously thanked him for cleaning up the mess, and naturally wouldn't let his disciple cause any more trouble.

Besides, with his apprentice's brains, someone else could easily outmaneuver him.

Just as Wu Yuan reached the vicinity of the guest rooms, A Jin came running out, covered in sweat. He carried a small bundle in his hand, his eyes gleaming with a sinister and obsessive light, giving him a ruthless look as if he wanted to take the world down with him.

Upon seeing her, especially after seeing her covered in injuries, the question that was about to burst out was swallowed back: "A-Ning, how did you get so badly injured? Who hurt you?"

"My name is Wu Yuan. I am the wife that Hao Qianyu, the master of Fuhe Manor, was willing to divorce his first wife to marry. Now I have killed him and the new wife he is going to marry today."

"Ah Ning, you need to bandage your wounds as soon as possible; you've lost too much blood." To Ah Jin, it didn't matter what her name was, what her background was, or who she had killed; as long as she was herself and didn't leave him, that was enough.

"It's nothing, just some superficial injuries."

"No, let me bandage you first, we can talk about the rest later," Ah Jin said firmly, half-embracing her.

Wu Yuan sighed, somewhat helplessly: "Forget it, let's go. We just killed the owner of this place, so we shouldn't stay here and get in the way."

The word "we" brought a smile to Ah Jin's face. He happily took their things and helped Ah Ning away from the place of trouble.

He swallowed all the questions he had prepared.

Is Ah Ning trying to get rid of me?

Why did Ah Ning give herself the Ghost Doctor Valley token?

What is the meaning of the silver notes and the house deed for that small courtyard in Jiangnan that A Ning left in her bundle?

None of that matters now. She mentioned us, and that's all he cared about from beginning to end. Nothing else matters—who she killed, who she was.

That night, the group staying at Fuhe Manor was awakened by two loud noises. They grabbed their weapons and went out on guard. By the time dawn broke, they found the source of the noises.

Wenren Ming calmly looked at the collapsed underground palace, a slight smirk playing on his lips. That woman was truly mysterious!

Wu Yuan and A Jin have already left. She used explosives to blow up the underground palace, preventing anyone from using it for malicious purposes.

Originally, Wu Yuan was supposed to die together with Hao Qianyu that day to put an end to her mission, but someone didn't want her to die, so she had to live a little longer. It wouldn't be good to suddenly commit suicide, would it?

And after that, Ah Jin was almost always by his side.

"Where are we going? Back to our little courtyard?" Ah Jin asked. He didn't know when Ah Ning had bought the courtyard and put it in her name.

"I killed Hao Qianyu, and someone might seek revenge for him. Let's go to a more secluded place and avoid attracting trouble," Wu Yuan said calmly.

"it is good."