The Substitute Female Supporting Character Sees the Bullet Screen

As Gu Jiang approached the Mystic Tower, Feng Hanying sensed his presence immediately. With a swift movement, he appeared on the terrace, brushing past Gu Jiang's figure. A lazy voice drifted into his ears.

Feng Hanying's eyes widened suddenly, a sharp glint flashing in his dark pupils. Seven days later, Han Jing would undergo a tribulation at the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, and that would also be the day the Demon Sealing Mark would be broken.

Feng Hanying glanced up at the Demon Sealing Mark, threads of demonic energy swirling around his sleeves. He was growing impatient.

Unable to stay still on the top floor, his figure quickly descended to the next level. Before he could even touch the door, a surge of demonic energy, originating from the same source as his own, swept him aside. A chaotic stream of blood-red moonlight burst through the heavy door cracks of the grand hall, the pressure leaving him momentarily dazed.

Feng Hanying was utterly speechless. Weren't these two supposed to be arguing?!

Unable to stay any longer, he turned and flew out of the Mystic Tower. After a casual glance around, he decided to head to Huichun City for a stroll.

Inside the grand hall, Gu Jiang knelt halfway before the massive carved bed. For a moment, he was lost in thought, a muffled groan escaping his nose, impossible to suppress. The sensation was far more stimulating than anything his fingers could provide.

Gu Jiang took a deep breath. Before Nie Yinzhi could regain her composure, he swiftly reached out, pinching her chin and pulling her slender wrist away from the pillow.

A golden leaf from the curse mark was pulled from her mouth, the leaf glistening and stained with suspicious traces.

Gu Jiang's breathing grew heavier, the veins on his forehead nearly bulging as he gritted his teeth and said, "Nie Yinzhi!"

Nie Yinzhi was startled by his shout. The flood of emotions from the Symbiosis Curse overwhelmed her, leaving her disoriented. Only then did she slowly regain her senses, shrinking back into the quilt and peeking out with teary, red-rimmed eyes, looking at him innocently.

Her expression seemed to say that if he dared to scold her even once, she would burst into tears.

Gu Jiang pressed his fingers to his temples, calming himself for a moment. He glanced around the room, then stood and walked behind the screen. Nie Yinzhi heard the sound of water as the array was activated—he was bathing.

Nie Yinzhi sat up abruptly, shaking her wrist to hide the golden sprout back into the curse mark. Her body quickly cooled, leaving her feeling uncomfortable. She tugged at the quilt, hesitating for a moment before taking out a handkerchief, moistening it with a spell, and wiping herself down. She changed into a fresh inner robe and burrowed back under the covers.

[Wuwuwu, I knew it! They're just playing around!]

[When are they going to get serious and actually do it?]

[Probably needs more stimulation to wake the demon lord up after being dormant for two thousand years.]

[I think his Jinjiang is quite lively, not dormant at all. Even a two-thousand-year-old vintage shouldn't be wasted like this.]

[Ahhh, slow down, my nutrients can't keep up!]n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

LOL, watching this show is like seeing the sisters in the comments screaming on the highway while the two leads are pushing a bicycle, unable to even pass the toll booth.

[I think it's better to wait until love is unlocked before doing it. That way, it can truly be a union of body and soul.]

Gu Jiang emerged from behind the screen, his robe loosely draped over his shoulders. His damp hair hung down to his waist, still dripping water. Seeing him about to sit on the bed like that, Nie Yinzhi quickly got up and cupped his hair in her hands, using her spiritual energy to dry it.

"Honestly, is your cultivation only good for fighting? Can't you do anything else?" She always had to dry his hair for him.

Nie Yinzhi gently combed through his black hair with her fingers, softly complaining. Suddenly, her hand was caught, and in a whirlwind of motion, she was pressed down onto the bed.

Gu Jiang's still-warm hair slid off his shoulders and brushed against her cheek as he pulled her into his embrace. In a low voice, he said, "Unseal my love."

Nie Yinzhi blinked, not understanding. "...Huh? What?"

Gu Jiang sighed softly, pulling her closer into his arms. As if to remind her, he shifted his hips slightly.

Nie Yinzhi felt it immediately, her face flushing red. She hadn't touched the leaf since he went to bathe! How could he still...

She looked up at Gu Jiang in a panic. Gu Jiang repeated, "Nie Yinzhi, unseal my love."

Nie Yinzhi's heart raced. "But you'll burn if I unseal it."

"It won't kill me for a little while," Gu Jiang said, his gaze unwavering.

Nie Yinzhi bit her lip. "Even if it's not unsealed, I'm willing."

"But I can't feel it," Gu Jiang murmured, nuzzling her cheek pitifully. "A-Yin, just half an hour, okay?"

Nie Yinzhi was completely disarmed by his use of "A-Yin." After a long moment of hesitation, she blushed and said, "Then... let me go first."

Gu Jiang smiled happily, helping her sit up and brushing her hair behind her ear. "Sorry."

The moment the Love Sealing Curse was undone, a burning sensation immediately spread through his meridians, as if boiling oil had been poured into his body. Spiritual energy began seeping out of Gu Jiang's body.

He flicked his fingers, summoning the Red Leaf Blade from the void, and set up a barrier within the hall to contain the overflowing spiritual energy.

Nie Yinzhi felt his pain through the curse mark, her eyes immediately welling up with tears. She quickly formed a hand seal, trying to reseal his love.

Gu Jiang caught her fingers. "Wait, let me adjust for a moment."

Sure enough, in less than a breath, the burning sensation transmitted through the curse mark subsided. Nie Yinzhi no longer felt the sharp, agonizing pain, only a slight warmth, like water that was a bit too hot.

But that didn't mean the pain was gone. The curse mark could only convey Gu Jiang's emotions in that moment, and he was doing his best to suppress his own suffering.

Before Nie Yinzhi could say anything more, Gu Jiang slipped a finger between her lips, his thin lips pressing against hers in a teasing kiss. Gu Jiang chuckled softly. "A-Yin, if you really pity me, focus on distracting me so I forget the pain."

[The demon lord is suddenly so smooth, calling her A-Yin. Does his disciple know he can be this sweet?]

[LOL, listen to the demon lord's nonsense. Did you two swap scripts?]

[Nie Yinzhi is working hard.]

[Ahhh, demon lord, please stop smoking! I can't see anything!]

[The bicycle suddenly passed the toll booth.]

[Hey, have you thought about how Feng Hanying feels? You have your own place, yet you choose to dual cultivate in his tower, leaving the poor guy homeless and wandering around at night. How heartless!]

[Only half an hour? Demon lord, you're disappointing. Sigh.]

[There are so many manuals in the little courtyard. I wonder how much Nie Yinzhi has learned.]

The spiritual mist trapped within the hall grew thicker, obscuring everything. Soon, nothing was visible, and even the frantic comments gradually faded away.

At first, Nie Yinzhi was full of determination, doing her best to please the demon lord, trying to touch and lick the leaf to distract him from the burning pain in his meridians. But Gu Jiang grabbed her wrist, forcefully pressing the golden sprout back into the curse mark. He then took a ribbon and tied a tight knot around the curse mark on her wrist.

"What are you doing?" Nie Yinzhi asked, confused.

Gu Jiang pressed her hand against his body. "I'm right here in front of you. Why are you playing with a leaf?"

Nie Yinzhi: "..." The demon lord made a good point, and she couldn't argue.

Not long after, Nie Yinzhi regretted it. A good point? Nonsense! Soon, she couldn't even form a coherent thought, left gasping and at his mercy.

A flash of clarity broke through Nie Yinzhi's muddled mind. She suddenly remembered something and managed to ask, "How long has it been? You said half an hour..."

"Not yet," Gu Jiang lied without blinking.

The thick spiritual mist filled her lungs with each breath, leaving Nie Yinzhi dizzy. Gu Jiang murmured softly in her ear, chuckling, "You can cultivate more efficiently now. Use me as your cauldron. Don't waste it."

Don't waste it??

Nie Yinzhi sobbed, tears streaming down her face as she gave him a questioning look. Cultivate? Her mind was so scattered she couldn't even form a single thought, let alone activate a cultivation technique.

Gu Jiang lifted her up, pressing his forehead to hers. His consciousness entered her spiritual sea, sending her a dual cultivation technique. "Good girl, activate it."

"What?" Nie Yinzhi mumbled, her mind sluggish and slow to react, but upon hearing his voice, she instinctively followed his guidance, clumsily activating the cultivation technique.

The spiritual energy within the hall swirled like a vortex, lifting the bed curtains and surging into her meridians, flowing into her dantian, where it was refined by the fiery, unbearable heat in her lower abdomen, seeping into her spiritual veins.

Nie Yinzhi could only feel her spiritual veins continuously expanding. The pure white flame in her spiritual sea suddenly flared up, and whether it was an illusion or not, a faint trace of dark red seemed to emerge at the heart of the flickering flame.

Her cultivation level was rising steadily with these changes. Gu Jiang had told her to treat him as a cultivation furnace, and now he was truly dedicating himself to the role?

"Gu Jiang... what are you doing..." The advancement in her cultivation brought her immense comfort. A snow-white phoenix phantom flew out from between the bed curtains, circling the hall and brushing against the barrier of sword light, producing a mournful hum.

The phoenix landed on the Red Leaf Blade suspended in the center of the hall, its slender tail feathers draping down and wrapping tenderly around the blade. The tips of the flaming tail feathers left a ring-like mark on the dark red tip of the Red Leaf Blade.

Gu Jiang chuckled, "I told you, even if it were ten of you, I could easily help you reach the Nascent Soul stage."

---

Han Jing, a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, could easily split himself into three and evade other righteous cultivators. His three clones reunited outside the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, and the moment they merged, a muffled thunderclap nearly shattered his mind.

Han Jing's three clones had been chased by his disciples wielding the Mystic Soul Sword Qi, constantly hiding and evading. Now, he finally summoned his life sword, "Mystic Soul."

At the same time, far away in the Cloud Scripture Sect.

In response to Ying Wuliang's summons, most of the righteous cultivators had gathered in the northwest region. The tense atmosphere of an impending war hung over the entire cultivation world. Aside from a few elders, only young disciples with low cultivation levels remained in the sect.

It had only been ten years since the demonic cultivators were driven into the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, and now they seemed poised to make a comeback. A great war was inevitable, and it all began with a single sacrificial array.

Nie Yinzhi's name had started to appear more frequently in the conversations of the Cloud Scripture Sect disciples.

"What kind of situation is this? Because of Nie Yinzhi's actions, we can't even hold our heads high in front of other sects."

"On the surface, the Cloud Scripture Sect is still one of the seven major sects, but in reality, many people secretly classify us as heretics. Just look at this year's recruitment... sigh..."

"This year's recruitment was the lowest in the sect's history. In the past, the outer sect's gates would be nearly trampled by applicants. This year, we had to go out and actively recruit people."

"Even when we managed to find a few, as soon as they heard it was the Cloud Scripture Sect, they refused to come."

With Han Jing's summons, the Cloud Scripture Sect's protective formation trembled violently once more. The massive ice-blue sword supporting the formation flickered in and out of sight. The entire mountain range of the Cloud Scripture Sect shook incessantly, and the formation showed signs of collapse, with shifting sword light enveloping the sky above the sect.

The tremors from the protective formation sent several disciples tumbling from the sky. Fortunately, a surge of sword Qi caught them and returned them safely to the ground.

Ye Jing's figure flashed past them, leading the remaining elders toward the formation's core.

On the Reflection Cliff, Xiao Ling suddenly looked up from her cave. Now, under the influence of the rejuvenating demonic Qi, her cultivation had returned to the peak of the Golden Core stage, and even her once-dim eyes had regained their sight.

The rejuvenating demonic Qi had granted her a body that, though lifeless, was even more effective than her original flesh.

With the protective formation collapsing and the high-level cultivators absent, she had finally found the perfect opportunity to escape after waiting so long.

Xiao Ling stood up and walked out of the sealed cave entrance without any hindrance. She leaped off the Reflection Cliff and, amidst the deafening collapse of the protective formation, slipped silently into the dense forest.

She walked along the trembling path, stepping on the moss-covered stone slabs as she made her way out. Her movements were slightly stiff, like a puppet with inflexible joints.

Now that the Cloud Scripture Sect was in disarray, no one would care about the whereabouts of their former senior sister. Xiao Ling's stiff face twisted into a smile. So this was what it felt like to be forgotten.

Amidst the chaos within the sect, An Huai brushed past several disciples. Someone shouted urgently, "Junior Brother An, there's sword Qi everywhere right now. Don't run around recklessly!"

An Huai didn't have time to respond. His sword light shot directly into the dense forest at the edge of the Cloud Scripture Sect.

The dragon-like sword light whistled through the branches. An Huai, holding his sword, blocked Xiao Ling's path. "I told you, the moment you step out of the Reflection Cliff, I will kill you."

"Junior Brother An, only the dead can leave the Reflection Cliff," Xiao Ling said, blinking her dull eyes. "Even if I am guilty of heinous crimes, I have already endured every punishment. Are you still not satisfied?"

An Huai looked at her coldly. "Under the influence of the rejuvenating demonic Qi, physical death brings no pain. What kind of punishment is that?"

"Bai Ying's soul was scattered to the winds. Only when your soul is utterly destroyed will I be satisfied."

"You can't stop me," Xiao Ling's smile turned cold. The Ruyi Sword Qi in her hand intertwined with a greenish demonic Qi. "The one who truly scattered her soul was Jing Chongshan."

Gu Jiang: Stop playing with leaves, play with me.

Nie Yinzhi: Fair point.