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

"No, many people don't know about these things."

"You're a poison witch, and the snake-clan poison witches are quite friendly," Wu Si said casually as she picked up a poisonous herb.

"Ah, the tribe is very tolerant. They think it doesn't matter whether it's medicine or poison, as long as you don't poison others indiscriminately. Aren't you also a poison witch? I see you have a very high status."

Wu Si smiled and said, "It's mainly because of Miss Seven. I grew up with her. She's the granddaughter of the Gale Wolf Clan Chief. I benefited from her."

"So your seventh young lady is very favored."

Wu Da suddenly spoke up: "Si, do you think this is highly poisonous?"

"Where? Let me see."

Scorpion Spirit exchanged a glance with her partner beside her, then smiled and said to Wu Si, "I'm going back now. We'll be leaving after breakfast."

"Okay, we can talk about drugs another time."

"it is good."

After listening to their retelling of the conversation, Bai Xinyue said softly, "Very good. Don't worry about anything else, and don't have any ulterior motives. Just befriend her in the way of witchcraft. In the open, you can talk about my identity if she asks."

"understood."

Scorpion Spirit also went back and told his clan leader.

Teng Yao, the chieftain of the Teng Snake Clan who had transformed into an ordinary snake, nodded: "At least on the surface, the Gale Wolf Clan has no ill intentions towards you. That Seventh Miss is not simple. She seems to have come with the Fourteenth Prince of the Barbarian Clan, but she is the one who is truly in charge."

"Well," Scorpion Spirit hesitated. There weren't many poison witches on the continent, and even fewer who could walk around openly and communicate with each other.

"It's alright, it's not a big deal for shamans to exchange ideas," said Ye Nuan, the clan leader's partner, gently.

"Yes, we've only just started to emerge on the mainland, so we're still relatively weak. Making more friends isn't a bad thing. Even if they're not friends, at least they won't be on the opposite side." Teng Yao nodded. "However, your combat skills aren't up to par, so don't act alone. Have someone protect you at all times."

"Okay." Scorpion Spirit smiled. She was a Nether Scorpion whose bloodline had just awakened. Once exposed, she would be like a piece of fat meat on a chopping board, ready for anyone to take a bite, with no power to defend herself.

With a gentle and refined smile, the Eighth Prince of the Barbarian Tribe extended a warm invitation: "Brother Hun, the road ahead is fraught with danger. Why don't we travel together?"

The Tengshe clan currently identifies itself as the Soul-Devouring Serpent Clan, and its surname is Hun.

Manlu's expression changed, and she quickly stepped forward with a sweet smile: "Yes, the journey is dangerous. Why don't we travel together? That way we can look out for each other."

She adopted an even lower stance. Although the Eighth Prince clearly intended to recruit her, she used the more equal and acceptable language of "partnership."

The Eighth Prince's eyes darkened, but his smile remained unchanged. He was of ordinary bloodline and his maternal clan was not prominent. He was used to winning people's hearts with this gentleness, and his gentle smile was almost welded to his face.

"We don't know much about Silent Peak, and we're afraid our colleagues might not be able to do much."

"It's okay, we don't know much about it either."

"That's troublesome."

Bai Xinyue watched as the three parties settled their differences in just a few words, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

The next few days were uneventful, consisting mainly of traveling during the day and resting at night. The shamans, however, were quite pleased and collected many rare herbs.

One morning, Bai Xinyue suddenly noticed something unusual in the wind. Looking up, she saw a city gate slowly materialize from the shadows.

"What is it now?" Jin Wuyai asked impatiently when he saw her stop.

Bai Wen followed her gaze, his voice trembling with surprise: "This... when did this appear? Wasn't this a forest before?"

Bai Xinyue glanced at the two barbarian princes, who didn't seem surprised: "It seems we've found them."

Or perhaps, this mysterious, silent city came to guide them.

A stone-paved road stretched out to their feet, and three large ancient characters appeared on the city gate: Silent City.

"The Nine Plains Kingdom back then was so dazzling that it made people jealous," Bai Xinyue murmured. Such methods were even more powerful than those of the upper realms of the cultivation world.

"Hurry up, this is the Path of Inquiry. It looks only a few hundred meters long, but it may actually be very long. We must enter the Silent City before dark. If we stay on the road, we may be attacked by real ghosts." The Eighth Prince of the Barbarians had already led his men up the path and turned back to say with difficulty.

After saying this, their figures slowly disappeared.

Manlu smiled and quietly ordered her men to hurry up, leaving Bai Xinyue and the others who were following at the back behind.

Jin Wuyou glanced back, then turned and followed Manlu.

Bai Xinyue waited for them to disappear, and Chongteng Serpent Clan smiled: "Everyone be careful, I'll be going first."

Teng Yao cupped his hands in greeting, and Xie Ling waved to Wu Si.

As soon as Bai Xinyue stepped onto the stone path, she felt a sudden increase in gravity. Every time she lifted her foot, it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, but her mind was not disturbed in any way.

In the cultivation world, some major sects set up a mountain path called "Questioning the Heart" to test new disciples. It adds gravity and illusions to comprehensively test their physical strength, perseverance, and mental strength. The stone path underfoot doesn't seem to have that many functions.

"Calm down, don't think about resisting, go with it, and move forward." Bai Xinyue reached out and supported Liu Ying and Wu Da beside her, whose bloodlines were slightly different.

Bai Wen followed Wu Si's instructions, adjusting his breathing and the force of his steps as he slowly walked forward.

It took more than an hour to walk there, and then it started to get dark.

"Seventh Miss, this isn't right. When we came up here, it was early morning. How come it's getting dark so quickly?" Bai Wen said in surprise, panting heavily.

"We've probably entered another dimension. The flow of time here is different from outside." Bai Xinyue looked up at the city gate. The distance seemed to have changed, but the wind told her that they were almost there.

Of the group, Bai Xinyue was the most relaxed. The strength of the pure-blooded beastmen was no joke. Liu Ying and Wu Da were already soaked with sweat.

"The temperature seems to have dropped a lot," said Bai Zhuang, another beastman warrior from the Gale Wolf Clan, panting.

Bai Xinyue glanced at the sky, raised her hand to control the wind, covering the seven people, and whispered, "Stay close, quickly."

The seven people felt the pressure on them ease, moved closer together, and followed the Seventh Miss, quickly heading towards the city gate.

Before long, the group reached the foot of the city wall. When they looked back, they found that the stone path was beginning to appear and disappear. After the stone path completely disappeared from sight, the wailing sound they had heard before rang out again, and ghostly figures began to wander.

However, the area about one meter from the city wall is a forbidden zone for the phantoms; they seem to be afraid of something and dare not approach the city wall.

"These phantoms don't seem to be near the city walls," Wu Si whispered.

Bai Xinyue raised her hand and touched the marks on the city wall. The mottled, irregular scratches looked like those of cold weapons or claw marks, carrying a heavy weight that had been accumulated over a long period of time, telling the story of the battles of yesteryear.