Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Die a Natural Death

When the Demonic Sect launched an attack, Yao Feiran would occasionally launch surprise attacks, throwing optimized versions of the Heavenly Rank Thunderclap into the center of the Demonic Sect's army, causing countless deaths and injuries. Later, three of the Demonic Sect's deputy commanders at the Emperor Realm were killed in succession, and the Demonic Sect hastily retreated.

Moshan Village.

Moshan Village has only a dozen or so households. It is far from the town, and the people here are relatively poor and almost isolated from the world.

There was a house deep inside the forest where an old man lived. When the villagers asked him who he was, he didn't answer, and eventually no one bothered to ask about him anymore.

Two uninvited guests arrived today: a masked man and a man in a white robe who appeared to be middle-aged, but whose age was unknown.

"You must be Mo Yanjin. You've taught a good disciple who has caused the deaths of so many martial artists from the Demonic Sect."

Mo Yanjin remained seated on the recliner, and said leisurely, "I am but a cripple, yet I have attracted the attention of two Emperor Realm experts. I wonder what brings you here?"

"Don't play dumb. Yao Feiran is your disciple, isn't she? She's quite famous now. She killed several Emperor Realm cultivators from the Mingying Sect, and the Loose Cultivator Alliance and the Ancient Origin Sect have also suffered greatly because of her. I'm asking you, where is she now?"

"Emperor Realm?" Mo Yanjin was stunned. He thought he had misheard. How many years had it been? Yao Feiran could already kill Emperor Realm cultivators? And she had killed so many of them.

He remained expressionless: "Absurd. I don't know what you're talking about. If you want to kill me, I'm just a cripple. Kill me if you want."

"Tell her your whereabouts and you might save your life. If you don't know, then see how important you are to her, or I'll make your life a living hell."

"What value could an old man like me have? It's ridiculous."

"snort!"

The masked man reached out to grab Mo Yanjin, his slender hand covered only by a layer of black human skin. A blinding white light flashed, and his hand turned to ashes.

The man in white robes exclaimed in alarm, "She's here!"

The masked man withdrew his hand and looked around in horror. A dull pain in his chest throbbed like a bell, each beat heavier than the last. He tried to tear open space to escape, only to find that the space around him was imprisoned.

"Yao Feiran, don't kill me, I am a member of the Pei family."

The dense array of celestial-grade spiritual swords pressed down on the sky, making it hard to breathe. The two were unable to tear through space and could only stagger away like ordinary people.

Boom! Countless spirit swords surged toward the two of them, eventually turning to ashes.

A young woman landed in front of Mo Yanjin.

"Feiran".

"Master, you've aged so much."

Before Mo Yanjin could even be shocked that the other party had killed two Emperor Realm experts in a row, he was instantly enraged by these words, blowing his beard and glaring: "They're almost dead, they must be old, can't you say something nice?"

Yao Feiran took out a jade bottle: "Eat it while it's hot. If I hadn't refined it quickly, I probably would have had to go to the Demon Sect's lair to rescue you."

"What is this?" Mo Yanjin opened the jade bottle with some doubt. A strange fragrance wafted out, and the withered plants around him suddenly began to sprout green leaves.

"Isn't this the Nirvana Pill you mentioned?"

"What?"

Mo Yanjin's eyes widened. This was a Nirvana Pill?

Yao Feiran actually managed to get her hands on it. No, she said she made it herself.

"When did you learn alchemy?"

"I told you I'm a genius at alchemy. If the Alchemy Hall hadn't been so blind, I wouldn't have come to the Weapon Forging Hall."

Mo Yanjin was so angry that he didn't want to say anything. Urged by Yao Feiran, he swallowed the pill.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yanjin's black hair grew back, the wrinkles on his face faded, and his energy returned. Originally at the mid-stage of the Ninth Rank, after consuming the Nirvana Pill, his strength reached the late-stage of the Ninth Rank, touching the barrier of the Emperor Realm.

"Master, what are your plans for the future?"

Mo Yanjin's joy didn't last long. He sighed, "I have no family left, my only friend—" He paused, "From now on, I will travel the world, seeking breakthroughs."

"Feiran, don't go looking for Lin Youtian."

Yao Feiran knew what Mo Yanjin had left unsaid. His only friend was Lin Youtian. This place belonged to the world of ordinary people, with very few martial artists. It was a rare place with little human presence and scarce spiritual energy. He spent his days on the mountain without communicating with anyone. Apart from Yao Feiran and Lin Youtian, no one knew where he was.

The fact that the Demonic Sect was able to find him is very likely because Lin Youtian exposed him.

"Master, from now on, disguise yourself and don't tell others that I am your disciple. I have made too many enemies."

"..."

Mo Yanjin remembered that she had just killed two Emperor Realm cultivators and immediately fell silent.

After Mo Yanjin left, Yao Feiran went to the city at the foot of the Wanxiang Sect Mountain.

Many buildings here have been replaced, but they are still as lively as they were back then. Wu Ze has now reached the seventh rank and is still staying in the Myriad Manifestations Sect. Because the Wu family made great contributions after the Demonic Sect's rampage, and many people died in the Myriad Manifestations Sect, Wu Ze is now practically the one in charge of the Weapon Refining Hall.

Yao Feiran didn't want to meet Wu Ze, fearing he would be implicated. So, she set up her stall and continued doing business.

She placed a simple alchemy furnace beside her; it was a recently crafted Heaven-rank alchemy furnace, but ordinary people couldn't tell the difference.

"We sell pills. No matter what kind of pills they are or how many layers of pill patterns they have, we can customize them. We are honest and fair to all, and we will refine them on the spot. You need to bring your own materials."

Yao Feiran used the sound-emitting stone to shout while cultivating with her eyes closed.

After a while, no one came over, but Yao Feiran wasn't in a hurry.

"What's the price of this alchemy furnace?"

A clear, crisp voice rang out, and Yao Feiran, with her eyes half-closed, saw a beautiful woman looking at her.

It turned out to be an old friend.

Chen Shiyi.

When he wanted to join the Alchemy Hall, he suspected there was a problem with the first round of assessments and wanted to have it reviewed again, but Chen Shiyi kicked him out directly.

Even now, she doesn't hold a grudge. After all, she's just a nobody, and everyone thinks she's just causing trouble. She just doesn't have a good impression of Chen Shiyi either.

Yao Feiran was just about to say she wouldn't sell, but then she rolled her eyes and thought, "Why turn down money? Selling is fine as long as the price is right."

"What do you have? I need three sacred beast refining materials, five thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, or thirty million spirit stones."

Chen Shiyi's face darkened: "Are you trying to rip me off?"

Yao Feiran was full of question marks. A Heavenly Rank Pill Furnace was no ordinary thing. If it were sent to an auction, the price would be even higher.

Did she think she was getting a bargain?

"Auntie, you don't think you're the only one who knows the value of this alchemy furnace, do you?"

Chen Shiyi's face darkened, and she asked in an unpleasant tone, "What did you call me?"

"You must be Elder Chen from the Pill Hall of the Myriad Manifestations Sect. You're over two hundred years old, how could I call you 'young lady'?"

Chen Shiyi suppressed her anger.

"I see you're young and impetuous, so you must be quite old. Since you know I'm from the Myriad Manifestations Sect, how dare you speak to me like that? Which family do you come from?"

"I am an orphan, just passing through this place."

Chen Shiyi sneered, "A junior like you is being rude and presumptuous to me. You'd better hand over this alchemy furnace, or I'll make sure you can't stay here any longer."

The surrounding temperature plummeted, as if countless sharp thorns were pricking her, but for Yao Feiran, it was like a tickle, unable to break through her defenses at all.

Yao Feiran chuckled, and Chen Shiyi felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen, her nose started bleeding, and a sharp ringing sound echoed in her ears.

"Emperor Wu... Senior, I have been rude, please spare my life."

Chen Shiyi was instantly panicked. What was even more terrifying was that she felt her dantian and meridians burning.