The Substitute Female Supporting Character Sees the Bullet Screen

【Ahhh, I brought the Civil Affairs Bureau here! Please, just do it already! Right now, immediately, under the open sky, in broad daylight, with passion burning like hot coals, let's go wild and steamy!】

【Sister, put some clothes on, this might not be suitable for broadcast】

【If they cut the scene now, I'll assume they've already done it】

【What is it that we sssvip members can't watch? Don't cut it! I want to see!】

【So sweet, I'm overwhelmed by the sweetness, stop feeding me sugar, I can't take any more】

Gu Jiang's fingertips twitched, gently stroking her smooth cheek. Nie Yinzhi felt the palm of his hand against her cheek suddenly heat up, the warmth quickly becoming unnaturally hot, almost scorching.

She quickly let go of his hand to check, but his palm looked normal, not even red, but the heat in his hand, his elbow, and all the way up was astonishingly hot.

Nie Yinzhi reached out to touch his face, but her wrist jerked back from the heat, she exclaimed anxiously, "Gu Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Gu Jiang frowned, his pupils dilated, his gaze very hazy, his complexion looked normal, but the heat Nie Yinzhi felt was already beyond what a human could endure.

Hong Ye beside them emitted a series of buzzing sounds, as if expressing his discomfort.

"Nothing is wrong, you're hotter than a cooking pot, how can nothing be wrong?" Nie Yinzhi pulled open his collar to take a look, reaching into his chest, her fingertips turning red from the heat, "Are you already cooked inside?"

Gu Jiang laughed, then groaned in discomfort, the blood of Nie Yinzhi he had once drunk was boiling inside him, "Look."

Nie Yinzhi stared at him in confusion, at a time like this, how could he still laugh.

Gu Jiang's body began to emit a misty vapor, like steam from boiling water, the mist quickly dissolved into the void, but soon, more mist emerged from Gu Jiang, almost engulfing him, Nie Yinzhi was stunned, reaching out to touch it, "Spiritual energy??"

Because the spiritual energy emanating from his body was so abundant, it condensed into visible spiritual mist.

Gu Jiang lay down on the soft couch, like a human chimney, the rising spiritual mist almost shrouded the surroundings in a hazy fog, "This is where the demonic energy dissolves."

Nie Yinzhi was puzzled, "Why did you suddenly become like this? What should we do now? Should I..."

Gu Jiang said weakly, "This cliff should be the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in the world, you should meditate and cultivate, don't waste it, your cultivation is too weak."

Nie Yinzhi: "..."

She swept away the spiritual mist to take a look at Gu Jiang, who was closing his eyes, apart from his overly pale complexion, it was hard to tell how much pain he was enduring.

"Alright, then I'll swallow all the spiritual energy you expel, I won't let it benefit some old thief in the sky."

Gu Jiang smiled at her.

Nie Yinzhi sat cross-legged beside him, closed her eyes to meditate, absorbing the spiritual energy into her inner abode. The dense spiritual energy around them surged like a small spiritual vortex.

The swan, a symbol of great ambition, poked its head out from the hilt of the sword, spread its wings, and flew into Nie Yinzhi's forehead. The silver-white sword disappeared from its original spot.

Near the mountain of swords, Feng Hanying crouched on top of a big cat, extending four small black paws from his rabbit body. Two claws grabbed the tiger's ears to control the direction, while two other claws, like vines, wrapped around the tiger's neck to stabilize himself.

Crossing mountains and valleys, he was rushing towards the Sword Forest.

From a distance, Feng Hanying saw the spiritual vortex in the sky, knowing they hadn't left yet, he breathed a sigh of relief, determined the direction, and pulled the tiger's ears with his claws, heading towards it.

-

Cloud Scripture Sect, Bright Sky Peak.

After the Lingtai exhibition, Xiao Ling fell into a deep sleep for a day, waking up in a poor mental state, her eyes devoid of light, completely closed off, like a hollow shell of a walking corpse.

From the Lingtai memory, it could be seen that the experience Yan Yi was forced to reveal was an unconscious act under the bewitchment of Zhu Yan. Afterwards, driven by the instinct of self-protection, it was probably buried deep in her consciousness, suddenly surfacing in such an embarrassing way, causing her a great shock.

If she continued to close herself off, Xiao Ling might experience a mental breakdown.

Yan Yi's single question caused such a result, naturally, he couldn't stand idly by, watching a junior be ruined by his own hand.

Fortunately, Ruan Meng, the eldest son of the Ruan family, was still a guest at Cloud Scripture Sect. For those with a closed spiritual platform, one cannot forcefully break in. Only when they are in a beautiful dream and their mind is relaxed can one find an opportunity to guide them out.

Yan Yi was not capable of such delicate tasks as soothing others, especially in helping Xiao Ling resolve such a deep-seated emotional issue. Being of the same gender would be more suitable for such a role, so he could only entrust the task to his Shimei, the female Xiu elder Ye Jing, who had reminded him that day in the hall, to take the lead, while he provided protection.

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Bright Sky Hall was filled with Sweet Dream Incense. Xiao Ling lay on the couch, while Ye Jing sat cross-legged beside her. Thin white smoke rose from the exquisite lotus incense burner on the mat, the smoke condensing into threads, not dispersing at all.

Two strands of Sweet Dream Fragrance separated, guided by Ruan Meng's technique, respectively drifted into the foreheads of the two individuals.

Ye Jing's divine consciousness followed the incense smoke into Xiao Ling's dream. Upon opening her eyes, she saw the scenery of Bright Sky Peak and was momentarily stunned. It wasn't until the white smoke of the Sweet Dream Incense floated before her eyes that she realized she had entered the dream.

Bright Sky Peak held Xiao Ling's beautiful dream.

She followed the smoke and found Xiao Ling practicing the sword in the courtyard, wearing the azure sect uniform, her hair tied high, without makeup, her eyes reflecting the sword light, looking like a dashing sword cultivator.

Ye Jing couldn't help but feel fondness for her after just one glance, thinking of her subsequent hardships, those bright eyes no longer existed, her heart couldn't help but lament.

Ye Jing watched her practice sword for a while, each move flowing effortlessly, demonstrating her dedication and hard work.

At this moment, the morning bell had just rung. Xiao Ling put away her sword, went back to wash the sweat off her face, and then left Bright Sky Peak to attend the daily lessons at the main peak.

In Xiao Ling's dream, Sang Wumian was a qualified master, and there was no sign of any transgressive behavior between them. As the eldest sister of Cloud Scripture Sect, Xiao Ling had many responsibilities. After the morning bell, she couldn't return even after the evening drum. A group of disciples surrounded her to seek advice, and Xiao Ling was very patient. Even when returning to Bright Sky Peak at night, there was still a junior disciple lingering by her side.

After clarifying the doubts with Meng Jin, it was already late at night, so she had to let him stay in the side courtyard.

Xiao Ling finished washing up, sat down in meditation, and Ye Jing could see the resilience of the sword practitioner in her, even more determined not to let her fall into self-destruction.

She appeared from the incense smoke, sighing, "Xiao Ling, don't indulge in past times, you should wake up."

Xiao Ling opened her eyes upon hearing her voice, suddenly a shadow emerged from her eyes, a cold male voice whispered, "You've finally appeared."

The shadow struck Ye Jing's face in an instant. Unprepared, Ye Jing was taken by the dark shadow, which entered through her eyes and seeped into her spiritual platform.

Xiao Ling was shocked, rushing over to support Ye Jing, and urgently said, "Zhu Yan, what are you doing? Don't act recklessly."

"Of course, I'm helping you," Zhu Yan said with a soft laugh.

Ye Jing turned to look at Xiao Ling, pushing her away and retreating back into the Sweet Dream Incense, but the incense smoke guiding her suddenly dispersed. Ye Jing couldn't exit the dream and could only sit down in place, preventing Zhu Yan from infiltrating her spiritual platform.

All this happened in the blink of an eye. Ye Jing only realized belatedly that ever since she entered Xiao Ling's dream, her mind had been involuntarily relaxed, as if she was being led by the nose. There was something wrong with this scent.

A sharp pain shot through Ye Jing's spiritual platform, followed by a soft chuckle echoing in her mind, "Hehe, you can sleep now."

In Bright Sky Hall, the smoke of Sweet Dream Incense suddenly dispersed, and Yan Yi, caught off guard, inhaled a mouthful of the Sweet Dream Incense's smoke. Immediately holding his breath, he turned his head to look at Ruan Meng and exclaimed, "Ruan Daoist!"

Ruan Meng was jolted awake all of a sudden, his fingers quickly forming seals. The scattered incense smoke coalesced once again and was drawn back from the space between the eyebrows of the two individuals, returning to the lotus-shaped censer.

On the mat, Ye Jing opened her eyes, clear and lucid. Yan Yi asked with concern, "Sister, did anything unusual happen in your dream?"

Ye Jing shook her head, "Everything went smoothly. She is a girl with a strong will. She should wake up soon."

Yan Yi nodded and rubbed his brow. "Fellow Daoist Ruan, why did the Sweet Dream Incense suddenly dissipate earlier?"

Ruan Meng replied, "Dream fluctuations can affect the smoke. It's nothing to worry about, Elder Yan can rest assured."

Yan Yi carefully examined him and Ye Jing for a moment before nodding.

Inside the Forest of Sword Mountains.

The sky darkened then brightened, then darkened again. Surging spiritual power merged with sword energy, coursing through Nie Yinzhi's meridians before finally merging with her golden core.

The sword energy from the Ruyi Sword grew increasingly sparse as Nie Yinzhi's golden core underwent transformation. Pure white flames arose around the golden core, like a tiny burning sun.

Her cultivation advanced rapidly, breaking through to mid-stage Golden Core, then to great perfection. Finally, the golden core was consumed by the fierce flames and surged up to her spiritual platform.

Nie Yinzhi's dark spiritual platform suddenly lit up, becoming incredibly vast. A swan flew out from that small flame, circled once, then merged back into it.

Within the flames lay her Nascent Soul, tiny and curled up like an infant.

When Nie Yinzhi awoke from meditation, it was midnight. The moonlight was bright, illuminating the cliff brilliantly. The swords in the forest emitted various colored glows, as if stars had been scattered across the ground.

The night was very quiet, without even the sound of insects.

Nie Yinzhi's first action was to turn and check on Gu Jiang's condition. He was sleeping deeply, completely motionless.

Having experienced this once before, Nie Yinzhi was no longer panicked. She reached out to touch his forehead. Gu Jiang's body temperature had returned to normal, slightly lower than an ordinary person's, feeling cool to the touch.

She held his hand and squeezed it, then lifted his sleeve to examine his skin. She traced from his fingers up his arm, then loosened his already slack collar to look, feeling his chest and stomach. Only after confirming that the texture beneath her fingers was normal and his internal organs hadn't melted did she finally relax.

Nie Yinzhi lingered a bit longer feeling his abdomen, enjoying the pleasant sensation.

After finishing all this, she turned to look at the soft couch. In the moonlight, a sleeping tiger lay on the ground, with Feng Hanying, in rabbit form, resting on its rising and falling belly, his red eyes staring at her unblinkingly.

"Congratulations on reaching Nascent Soul, Master-sister," said Feng Hanying, his rabbit face twisting into an indescribable expression. "So... how did my master feel?"

Nie Yinzhi gave a cold smile though her voice remained soft, afraid of disturbing Gu Jiang. "What? Would you like to feel too?"

Feng Hanying: "..." How could this woman have no sense of shame whatsoever?!

Nie Yinzhi found his presence somewhat bothersome. If he were just an ordinary rabbit without spiritual awareness it would be fine, but he was human.

After some thought, she sent her divine sense into her storage space and retrieved a curtained bed from the storehouse on Pill-Forming Peak. The curtains had four supporting posts and could create a private space while also keeping insects out.

The curtain had two layers - one of transparent gauze and one that could block light. She had specially commissioned it for when she used to go on outings with Ah Huan and Cheng Bi.

The rabbit's red eyes widened as he watched Nie Yinzhi suddenly summon something from her storage space. Bright sword light silently carved four deep holes in the rock around the soft couch, securing the support posts.

The big cat was awakened by her sword energy and alertly jumped back several yards with Feng Hanying, letting out a threatening growl.

The gauze curtains fell, completely concealing the people inside.

Feng Hanying was exasperated, finding it utterly inconceivable. "Have you no humanity? My master is unconscious and you still want to sleep with him?"

It seemed that if he hadn't been present earlier, Nie Yinzhi probably wouldn't have even bothered waiting to bring out the curtains. How could someone from an orthodox sect behave like this? Even demon cultivators weren't as lustful as her!

Nie Yinzhi: "???" She said softly, "Keep talking nonsense and I might just roast you."

After a moment of silence, Feng Hanying poked his rabbit head through a gap in the curtains. "Master-sister, when will we go to the Ten Thousand Demons Cave?"

Nie Yinzhi considered for a moment. "You can prepare well first, pre-select some obedient demons, and I'll come choose from them later."

Feng Hanying had a bad feeling. "What do you mean? Shouldn't we break the demon-sealing formation in one go?"

"I don't need that many demons right now." She wanted to find subordinates, not create trouble for herself.

Feng Hanying: "..."

[Wuwuwu I knew this would happen, what's wrong with the demon lord? Always dropping the ball at crucial moments, can you do it or not? Don't mess up our Ah Yin's happiness!]

[Brother Feng, your thoughts are so weird, so colorful, I want to live in your brain!]

[Nie Yinzhi, you felt around for so long, why not feel a bit lower! Or at least open his clothes more!]

[I think Feng Hanying is the third wheel limiting sister's performance. Otherwise, she might have really done it. Sisters, let's roast the rabbit tonight! I'll bring the cumin!]

[That's going too far, Nie Yinzhi isn't that depraved.]

[What's Nie Yinzhi planning? Is she going to do Demon Cave Idol 101??]

[Oh my, starting an idol selection! How does Nie Yinzhi's little brain work, coming up with such interesting ideas?]

[Demon energy dissolving into spiritual energy, this is the first time I've seen this setting. Can spiritual energy transform into demon energy too?]

[With Heaven's might suppressing the Demon Ancestor, the Heavenly Dao probably doesn't allow demon energy to exist.]

Nie Yinzhi shooed the rabbit away, adjusted Gu Jiang's sleeping position, and pressed her ear to his chest.

His chest was completely quiet, which made her uneasy.

Nie Yinzhi untied the ribbon at her wrist and summoned the little golden sprout, staring at that leaf. The small leaf appeared withered now, its blade drooping limply.

Although her sword resonance played a part, the spiritual energy absorbed into her meridians was very real. The spiritual energy that leaked from Gu Jiang's body directly helped her break through to Nascent Soul, showing just how much demon energy had been dissolved within him.

There was no demon-sealing formation here; it could only be the effect of her blood on him. Had the blood of hers that Gu Jiang had tasted before remained accumulated in his body all this time?

Why did it suddenly act up? What triggered it?

Nie Yinzhi grabbed Gu Jiang's hand and pressed it to her face, recalling the words she had spoken then and Gu Jiang's reaction. A somewhat absurd guess formed in her mind. After sitting quietly for a while, she lay down beside him and said softly, "Brother, I'm going to use 'empathy' now, okay?"

Gu Jiang didn't respond.

Nie Yinzhi silently recited the heart technique, her consciousness entwining with that drooping leaf.

She calmed her mind to sense, but felt nothing at all - just emptiness without any echo. Nie Yinzhi tried a different approach, letting her emotions seep through.

This action seemed to disturb Gu Jiang. The person beside her turned and pulled her into his embrace, resting his chin on top of her head and gently patting her back.

Nie Yinzhi pressed close to his chest, hearing a faint "thump" of a heartbeat. She tried to look up at Gu Jiang, but he hadn't awakened. His heart just continued beating softly and slowly.

"Don't cry," Gu Jiang mumbled unclearly.

Nie Yinzhi thought, I'm not crying at all.

Gu Jiang made a low sound of acknowledgment through his nose before falling silent again. Nie Yinzhi lay quietly in his embrace, listening to those faint heartbeats as she closed her eyes.

Her sleep was very uncomfortable. The force holding her grew increasingly tight, and damp breath lingered persistently at her neck. She rarely dreamed, but this time she dreamed that Feng Hanying's tiger got hungry and broke through the curtains, repeatedly licking at her neck.

The tiger's tongue had barbs that tried to burrow into her flesh, making her entire neck sting finely.

Nie Yinzhi let out a pained moan in her sleep, and the tiger suddenly retreated.

Inside the curtained bed, Gu Jiang awoke. Outside, dawn was breaking, with early morning light filtering through the gauze above. His nose was filled with the fragrance of gardenia from Nie Yinzhi's hair water, and the taste of blood still lingered on his tongue.

The person in his arms was frowning, but after a moment her expression relaxed and she finally fell into peaceful sleep.

The "empathy" connection hadn't broken, and light, comfortable emotions came through from Nie Yinzhi, along with some scattered thoughts.

"Tiger?" Gu Jiang murmured, letting out a laugh.

His gaze fell on her neck, and his laughter immediately ceased. Nie Yinzhi's clothes were disheveled, her long hair spread messily on the soft couch. The side of her neck facing him was covered in mottled red marks that extended down to her collarbone.

Such marks clearly couldn't have been made by the tiger in her dreams.

Gu Jiang's throat bobbed as he closed his eyes briefly, only to open them again moments later. He carefully wiped away the wet traces from her neck, his demonic energy swirling once around the five-colored dew beads before sweeping across her neck again.

The black mist retreated, revealing her skin restored to its original fair and delicate state. After ensuring no marks remained, Gu Jiang let out a quiet sigh and lay back down.

Nie Yinzhi's flesh and blood had become increasingly tempting to him, even causing him to act out of control unconsciously. If this continued, he feared there might come a day when he couldn't resist devouring her.

At the same time, her blood's effect on him had grown stronger. Since her cultivation level had increased only recently, the enhanced purifying effect her blood had on demon cultivators couldn't be related to her cultivation. What could be the reason?

Gu Jiang stared at the sky in contemplation for a moment, but unable to determine the cause, he chose to let it go.

His arm had gone numb from Nie Yinzhi using it as a pillow.

-

When Nie Yinzhi awoke from her satisfying sleep, it was already afternoon. As she opened her eyes, the remnants of sleep quickly faded. She touched her neck and sat up for a moment, taking out a small mirror to examine herself.

Behind her, Gu Jiang's eyelashes trembled slightly as he opened them a crack, his gaze filled with guilt.

Finding nothing unusual, Nie Yinzhi quickly adjusted her collar. She turned to check on the sleeping figure, and after confirming that Gu Jiang had returned to normal, she rose and walked toward the curtains.

As the curtains fell with a rustling sound, Gu Jiang opened his eyes and extended his spiritual sense. He saw Nie Yinzhi crouching beside some bushes, lifting the foliage to check on the motionless rabbit before walking toward the inner part of the cliff.

She gracefully took to the air, stepping on branches and leaf tips as she flew into the forest.

There was a stream in the forest, and Nie Yinzhi landed beside it. Finding a spot where the water was deep and relatively calm, she noticed the stream was crystal clear and rich with spiritual energy. She touched the water—it was cold—so she summoned her spirit sword and created a bathtub-sized whirlpool in the water.

The snow-white sword energy quickly warmed the water. Her sword Honghu splashed on the water's surface, and when its tail feathers touched the water, it made a "sizzling" sound, producing white mist.

In moments, the water's surface was covered with mist.

Nie Yinzhi undid her belt and removed her outer robes.

Gu Jiang withdrew his spiritual sense and rubbed his brow.

In the forest, Nie Yinzhi stepped barefoot into the water, walking into the circle created by the sword energy. The mist rendered her silhouette hazy and indistinct.

Nie Yinzhi narrowed her eyes, retrieving her storage pouch from the pile of clothes through the air, and took out some flower petals to scatter in the water.

Although cultivators had spiritual energy protecting them from dust and dirt, Nie Yinzhi still felt psychologically uncomfortable going too long without bathing. While at Pill-Forming Peak, she had bathed daily except when in closed-door cultivation.

Having just had such a vivid dream, it felt all too real—she could have sworn her neck had actually been licked.

She hadn't bathed for several days since entering the forest of swords and daggers. Neither had Gu Jiang—she wished she could drag him over for a good wash. If he were an ordinary person, he would probably smell terrible by now.

Gu Jiang, immersed in Nie Yinzhi's soft emotions, suddenly caught this thought and sniffed his own collar.

He smelled only of her.