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Although she had to diligently play the role of a vicious supporting female character, that was only under the mandatory requirements of the System. The original host had suffered plenty of injuries and hardships, and she didn't want to experience a single one of them.

This was also the reason Ning Ning had put her all into learning the Golden Snake Sword Technique.

She didn't want to be like the original host, relying on clinging to others just to barely gain a foothold in the cultivation world. With such outstanding talent, she should rely on her own strength to break through layers of desperate situations.

For instance, this time, she would absolutely not be thrown out of the illusion covered in blood.

Seeing her deliberately look away, the young girl pinched her throat and said aggrievedly, "Miss, please help me!"

Ning Ning glanced at her indifferently.

If she were to intervene in an injustice, she would be marked as designated food by that group of demons and monsters, kept under constant surveillance, which would be detrimental to her moving freely within Zhaixing Pavilion and breaking the situation from the shadows—

It was said that the flesh and blood of righteous people were always exceptionally delicious and sweet.

Since that was the case... wouldn't it be better to just be a villain?

She was a vicious supporting female character, after all.

"Lingbo is merely a songstress, selling my art but not my body. If that young master were to..."

The young girl covered her face and wept as she spoke, "Could it be that you look down on Lingbo for her humble background and are unwilling to lend a hand?"

Ning Ning replied without hesitation, "Yes, I do."

The other party's face twitched violently.

Sorry, but a vicious supporting female character has no morals and cannot be morally blackmailed.

The expressions of the people present froze simultaneously.

Something wasn't right. This girl was radiating sword qi from head to toe; she should be a sword cultivator from an immortal sect. How could she be so...

So inhumane?

What shocked them even more was yet to come.

They saw the girl in the purple dress, with a sword at her waist, smile slightly and casually wrap an arm around the waist of a woman beside her: "I want this one."

After saying that, she scanned her surroundings and, with a look of great satisfaction, pointed around like a ruler, actually pulling over the woman beside the man in the yellow robe: "This sister is also not bad."

"M-Miss," the woman said tentatively, "I have already followed that young master over there tonight..."

"What does that matter!"

Ning Ning immediately cut in, her tone sounding familiar: "It's just a touch, what are you acting so high and mighty for?"

The woman looked at the man in the yellow robe with tears in her eyes: "Young Master, please help me!"

The man in the yellow robe was filled with righteous indignation: "You despicable villain! To think you would force—"

He froze halfway through his sentence.

Pah! What kind of righteous indignation was he feeling? He was the villain, wasn't he! And this little brat in front of him was clearly stealing his lines!

How could there be such a shameless person under the heavens!

A woman who looked like the manager stepped forward, smiling awkwardly: "Miss... which one do you prefer?"

"Huh?"

Ning Ning raised her eyes and clenched her right hand: "I want them all!"

Her senior brother had told her that a Sword Cultivator must be confident!

The girl in the white dress: ...

The manager: ...

Lin Xun arrived at Zhaixing Pavilion a little later than Ning Ning.

He had heard from other senior brothers and sisters that there was a "hero saves the beauty" plot in Zhaixing Pavilion, where one had to rescue a songstress from the hands of a misbehaving rake.

He arrived at the plot trigger point full of trepidation, only to see...

That scoundrel, grinning from ear to ear with a girl in each arm.

That rake, holding one of the girls' hands and brazenly declaring, "Don't be afraid! If I don't pay, it doesn't count as whoring!"

That villainous character who was about to be severely taught a lesson by him—

Why was it his little senior sister???

When Ning Ning saw him, she gave him a very polite smile.

She was not interested in the Little White Dragon's thoughts; the only thing on her mind was how to subdue that ultimate monster without a scratch.

Or perhaps, how to turn this godforsaken place upside down.

Chapter 6

Outside the illusion, Tianxian Residence.

A young man in a white robe leaned lazily against a banyan tree in the courtyard. The gaps in the leaves split the sunlight into fragmented shadows, like ten thousand specks of golden brilliance falling upon his handsome profile.

A bronze-yellow mysterious mirror floated in mid-air, reflecting the scene inside the Futu Tower. Seeing something, Tian Xianzi raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.

"Junior Brother!"

A resonant, vigorous male voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard. A biting sword aura whipped through the air, causing the tree branches to rustle violently and even making the air itself stagnate for a brief moment: "Draw your sword!"

"No, no, no." Tian Xianzi couldn't bear to tear his gaze away from the mysterious mirror. He waved a hand, dispelling the incoming sword light. "I'm watching my little disciples on their trial. Let's fight another day."

The person who had arrived was one of the six great elders of the Xuanxu Sect, his own dear senior brother, Sword Venerable Zhenxiao.

Aside from being poor and obsessed with the sword, there was nothing about Tian Xianzi that resembled a Sword Cultivator.

What should a Sword Cultivator be like? Upright as a sword, sharp as a sword, awe-inspiring as a sword. They should fight whenever they see something or someone they dislike, never wasting words. He was nothing like that; his little mouth was always flapping, he was proficient in eating, drinking, and gambling, and he was best at being slippery.

Zhenxiao was different.

He was the most traditional type of Sword Cultivator. Not only did he carry a sword in his arms at all times, but he also inherited the Sword Sect's fine tradition of starting a fight at the slightest disagreement. His catchphrase was just one thing: "Draw your sword."

The strong love to compete with the strong, so Zhenxiao's greatest hobby was coming here to find Tian Xianzi for a sword duel—the kind that cost money.

He got his satisfaction, and his junior brother got the money; neither side lost out.

"A trial?"

Zhenxiao let out a cold snort, standing beside him with his sword in his arms. "Does a place as insignificant as the Zhaixing Pavilion really require you to rack your brains over it?"

Tian Xianzi smiled. "No, no, no. This time, the Zhaixing Pavilion is different from usual."

A gust of wind, sharp as a sword, sliced through the shadows of the trees.

Zhenxiao hesitated for a long while, then furrowed his brows. "Could it be—"

The Sword Venerable's bottomless eyes shifted downward, finally landing on the brass mysterious mirror. "Your disciples are only at the Golden Core stage, aren't they? Running into such a massive monster, I'm afraid the odds are against them."

"That's not necessarily true."

The young man in white robes leaned over, his eyes lowered. His fingertips brushed across the surface of the mirror, stirring up a clear ripple that happened to wash over the magnificent face of the girl in the purple dress. "That monster is certainly dangerous, but my little disciple... also has some tricks up her sleeve that might surprise you."