The Substitute Female Supporting Character Sees the Bullet Screen

【Doge Sang, with all the time you have to find fairy grass to make medicine for the fake, why don't you go find your wife!】

【All men who seek substitutes are scumbags】

【Scumbag+1, if Doge Sang really loves the female goose, why doesn't he go find her? This kind of scumbag should not even be cremated, just burn him directly】

【I can't watch anymore, I can't watch anymore, let's get to Ling's plot, kind sisters, please kick me】

Nie Yinzhi held the bowl of medicine, ignoring the colorful comments floating in front of her, and continued drinking the medicine.

This started two days ago when she encountered some problems during her closed-door cultivation. She almost lost control, and although she managed to break through, her golden pill was damaged and she had to rest in bed.

During her bed rest, she would occasionally see comments floating in the air.

These words could easily penetrate any object and ignore all defensive formations, appearing unexpectedly and floating in the air, commenting on her actions.

At first, she was quite alarmed by these comments that were too close to her life. Nie Yinzhi had to squeeze her spiritual power and carefully explore them despite her injuries.

In the end, she found that she couldn't touch these words, whether with spiritual power or by hand.

Nie Yinzhi subtly tested Sang Wumian and other disciples in the sect, but they all couldn't see them. It seemed that only she could see them now.

Fortunately, after two days, she found that these words, which claimed to be "bullet comments", were just a bit chatty and couldn't cause her any real harm, so she began to get used to these words that popped up from time to time.

Sometimes, watching them argue was quite entertaining.

When Nie Yinzhi was alone, there were very few bullet comments, almost none. Only when she was in contact with others in the sect, the bullet comments would increase.

Especially when she was with her master Sang Wumian - in her words from the bullet comments, it was "in the same frame" - the bullet comments would become a continuous long dragon.

Like right now.

Sang Wumian was just standing by her side watching her take the medicine, and the bullet comments had already submerged the furniture behind him.

The words "Doge Sang" covered the sky, leaving only him floating in front of the constantly floating comments.

Nie Yinzhi looked at the variety of swear words in the bullet comments, and her expression couldn't help but twist a bit.

"What's wrong?" Sang Wumian's thin lips moved slightly, his voice like the melting of ice and snow.

Nie Yinzhi looked at her master who was as pure and dust-free as a snow-capped jade lotus, tried hard to ignore the countless curses behind her, and said with a frown, "It's too bitter."

Sang Wumian seemed to have expected this, and took out a pack of candied fruit from his sleeve. His cold gaze fell on the remaining medicine in the bowl, "Finish it."

Nie Yinzhi wrinkled her nose, obediently finished her drink in one gulp, quickly grabbed the honeyed fruit from his palm and stuffed it into her mouth. The sweetness overpowered the bitterness, her peach-like eyes curved into crescents as she laughed, "Master understands me best, thank you, Master."

Sang Wumian looked into her eyes, his usually icy demeanor softened a bit, "Rest well after taking the medicine, you'll get better soon."

Then Nie Yinzhi watched as the barrage of insults aimed at Doge Sang subsided, and all began to scold her.

[Oh my god, this female side character is so disgusting and pretentious, when will she die?]

[What are you complaining about? You've taken everything that belongs to Ling, Ling is the one who suffers, I feel so sorry for her]

[You can't even handle the bitterness of medicine, why are you practicing martial arts? Go back to being a spoiled princess]

Nie Yinzhi, the spoiled princess who was afraid of the bitterness of medicine, was not pleased with the barrage of insults.

Since she was upset, it was only fair to make those who insulted her even more upset.

Seeing Sang Wumian about to rise and leave, she quickly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, looking up at him from below, "Master, I've been having a dull pain in my abdomen, I can't sleep, can you keep me company and chat with me?"

She knew that Sang Wumian could never resist this angle.

As expected, Sang Wumian stared into her eyes, slightly dazed, but only for a moment, he sat back down, "Don't talk, lie down and close your eyes."

Nie Yinzhi nodded vigorously, obediently laid down and closed her eyes, she could already predict the barrage of comments that would ensue.

Sang Wumian looked down at her hand, which was holding onto his sleeve. This hand was delicate and boneless, the fingertips were white as spring onions, the joints were adorned with a pinkish glow, there was no trace of any calluses from practicing sword.

He furrowed his brows, looking at the Ruyi Sword placed horizontally on the rack on the other side, the handle of the sword was wrapped in a layer of soft cotton silk.

Next to the sword rack was a dressing table, this meticulously carved camphorwood masterpiece was several times larger than a regular dressing table, filled with various bottles and jars for skincare, the room was filled with a faint fragrance of mixed incense.

Always wasting energy on such meaningless things.

Sang Wumian pulled back his sleeve, seeing her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her delicate eyebrows also slightly furrowed, he had to say, "Sleep well, I won't leave."

Nie Yinzhi's eyes and eyebrows relaxed, a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, her eyes slightly opened a crack, just in time to see several lamenting comments fly by.

[I'm so angry, Ling would be heartbroken if she saw this]

[Doge Sang, you're done for, Ling has suffered countless injuries to come back, not only did you stay by the stove to make medicine for the stand-in, now you have to watch her sleep! You're heartless!]

[When will this female side character die, I don't want to see her, she's making me so angry]

[Let the scumbag and the stand-in be locked up together, may our beautiful Ling be alone]

[Look, ladies, doesn't Nie Yinzhi look more and more like Ling? Even her meridians and bones have been molded by Doge Sang into Ling's ice-cold jade bones.]

[Doge Sang is trying his best to create a second Ling, poor Doge Sang.]

"In three days, Ling will be back, thanks to his constant effort in nurturing the substitute for Ling. The Golden Core can finally be used. The dog made a mistake but it's not a capital offense. Pay attention!"

Nie Yinzhi's gaze fell on the three long bullet comments, her brows furrowed. Creating a second Ling...

Why did her Golden Core become someone else's?

Sang Wumian waved his hand in front of her eyes, "Close your eyes and rest."

Nie Yinzhi had to close her eyes. She wasn't lying, her internal organs were in constant pain, and she hadn't been able to sleep well these past few days.

Her Golden Core was damaged, and Sang Wumian crossed the cultivation world overnight to the extreme northern snow mountains to pick a spiritual grass called "White Phoenix Fruit" to heal her.

This immortal grass is hard to find and equally hard to brew. It must be simmered with spiritual fire for twelve hours to force out its medicinal properties and achieve the effect of healing the Golden Core.

Not long after taking the medicine, the medicinal properties of the spiritual grass flowed through her meridians and gathered at her internal organs. The dull pain caused by the damage to the Golden Core was gradually soothed by the medicine, and Nie Yinzhi felt drowsy and could finally get a good night's sleep.

When she woke up again, Sang Wumian was gone.

Nie Yinzhi sat up and checked the condition of her internal organs. The medicinal effect of the White Phoenix Fruit was indeed powerful, and the damage to her Golden Core was no longer a major issue.

However, her Golden Core was newly formed and had just experienced this ordeal, leaving her body somewhat weak and in need of careful recuperation.

The door was gently knocked twice, and Nie Yinzhi smelled the aroma of food. She knew that Ah Huan and Cheng Bi had come, "Come in."

Ah Huan arranged the outer room, and Cheng Bi came in to comb her hair.

These two girls were brought from home by Nie Yinzhi to serve her. Sang Wumian was initially unhappy, saying that cultivators should do things personally and that too much comfort would only erode their fighting spirit.

Nie Yinzhi lay in her mother's arms, sobbing that she didn't want to cultivate, and she didn't want to accept a master.

At that time, Sang Wumian's face was so tight that it could squeeze out water, and her father also awkwardly patted her on the head, saying, "Yinzhi, don't talk nonsense in front of the Immortal Zun."

She said she didn't want a master, and her parents didn't force her, even though she was born with a spiritual bone and was a cultivation prodigy in Sang Wumian's eyes.

In the end, it was the aloof Immortal Zun who compromised, exceptionally allowing her to bring her maids into the Cloud Scripture Sect.

At the age of about ten, Nie Yinzhi couldn't help but feel proud of this honor. Later, she heard some rumors that the elders and uncles of the Cloud Scripture Sect initially had complaints about Sang Wumian's unconventional actions.

But after seeing her, they didn't say much. Nie Yinzhi didn't feel the least bit out of place, as comfortable as if she had arrived at another cozy nest similar to home.

In the five years after becoming a disciple, she had her family send over her favorite chef, a gardener who specialized in planting begonias, a seamstress who tailored her dresses...

As more people came, Sang Wumian had to set aside a mountain peak for her to live on.

"Nie Yinzhi, you've reached the Golden Core stage, why haven't you started to abstain from grains?"

A lonely bullet comment floated past her eyes. Nie Yinzhi went out to the outer room, where four or five delicate small dishes were arranged on the table. The vegetables were bright green, and there was only one meat dish, which was braised lion's head, much smaller than usual.

She murmured softly, "I'm craving."

Ah Huan didn't hear clearly what she said, guessing that Miss was not satisfied with the food. He explained, "Miss, Immortal Qu Zhen said you are just recovered from a serious injury, you should eat something light."

Nie Yinzhi was indifferent, she sat down and slowly finished her meal.

Just as she finished eating, she received a message from Sang Wumian. The spiritual light in front of her flickered, and a cold voice came from within, "Resume your daily practice in three days."

With that, the spiritual light dispersed.

He only gave her three days to rest, Nie Yinzhi pouted, everything could be negotiated, but only the practice was something Sang Wumian would not indulge her in.

After the meal, Nie Yinzhi went out for a stroll, riding a crane leisurely towards Bright Sky Peak. On a clear day with great weather, a lingering fog that would not dissipate always surrounded Bright Sky Peak, it was a prohibition barrier that had been set up.

The crane stopped moving forward before it got close, so Nie Yinzhi had to land.

Beyond the dense fog was the residence of the elder sister.

When Nie Yinzhi first joined, Meng Jin had introduced to her that they had an elder sister above them. Xiao Ling was the first disciple personally taught by Sang Wumian. Ten years ago, during the battle against the demon cultivators, she was sucked into a spatial rift.

According to the records, the spatial rift was an unstable space torn open by a spiritual storm, a place of certain death. Over the centuries, no one who was sucked into it had ever returned alive. Even immortals could be torn apart inside.

Everyone thought Xiao Ling had fallen, including Sang Wumian.

But judging from the barrage, she seemed not to be dead yet.

Nie Yinzhi joined five years later, by then Bright Sky Peak had been sealed, and few people in the sect mentioned this elder sister, so she only knew this bit of information.

It was only after watching the barrage for the past two days and combining all the information they mentioned, that she thought of this elder sister.

While Nie Yinzhi was wandering around Bright Sky Peak, she ran into Meng Jin. Meng Jin, dressed in the sky-blue school uniform of the Cloud Scripture Sect, had a tall and slender figure. His usually cheerful eyes now contained a hint of melancholy as he slowly emerged from the fog.

Seeing her, he composed himself and surprisedly said, "Junior sister, what are you doing here?"

Nie Yinzhi touched her stomach, "I was walking after dinner, and I didn't realize I had come here."

Pill-Forming Peak and Bright Sky Peak were indeed next to each other, Meng Jin didn't doubt her words, he nodded. He knew that Nie Yinzhi had a habit of eating two meals a day, to satisfy her appetite, fresh ingredients would be delivered to Pill-Forming Peak by crane every day.

"Are you feeling better?" Meng Jin asked with concern.

"I'm all right now." She sighed, "The master told me to go back to sword practice in three days."

Meng Jin didn't sympathize with her reluctance at all, he even seemed a bit pleased, "Then I'll wait for you, junior sister." As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and gently brushed her eye corner.

Nie Yinzhi widened her eyes, instinctively stepping back half a step.

"Don't move, there's something dirty." Meng Jin's lips curled into a gentle smile as he pinched off a piece of white fluff that looked like willow catkins, "All right now."

In the cold and clear mid-air, the barrage of comments surged crazily.

"I've got a mouthful of foul words I'm just about to let loose, whether it's Doge Sang or the second male lead, they're both trash!"

"Why is there another female supporting character, why is she everywhere?"

"So far, the female supporting character hasn't done anything wrong, why is everyone always cursing her?"

"Those who have read the original novel will know that the evil of the female supporting character is beyond your imagination. But the one I find most disgusting is still the dog of a man. Why can't the trashy man just die? I want to see the beautiful older sister."

"Damn, I can't feel any hint of flirtation when I see the second male lead touching her eyes now, I can only imagine the scene of him gouging out her eyes later, the female supporting character is also pitiful."

"Nie Yinzhi, stay away from him!!"

Nie Yinzhi's pupils suddenly shrank.