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

The group chatted excitedly for a few hours before Yao Feiran saw a path: "Sisters, I'm almost there. I'll go down now. Thank you all for today."

"It seems like there's no village for a long time along this road. Why did you get down here? It's too dangerous for a young girl to travel alone."

"I have family waiting for me not far away."

"I see."

Yao Feiran jumped off the carriage, slung her bag over her shoulder, and left, disappearing into the forest in no time.

Pillow Moon Villa is near Wuxi City, more than a hundred miles away from here. If we keep stopping and starting, it will probably take more than ten days.

On her way there, she saw a group of refugees heading south. Everyone was emaciated and starving. She bought some dry food and put it in her bag.

A wail rose from the crowd.

"Little girl, little girl, wake up! What will I do if you leave?"

Yao Feiran saw a woman kneeling on the ground, holding a little girl and weeping. She walked over and felt the woman's pulse. A few seconds later, she put her hand down.

It's beyond saving.

Yao Feiran sighed softly. The other person was young and sick, and ultimately lost his life after the long journey.

Yao Feiran took out dried meat and a water bottle.

"Auntie, would you like some water and something to eat?"

The woman almost fainted from crying, but when she saw Yao Feiran, who was about the same age as her child, her eyes regained a little liveliness.

"Good child, where are your parents?"

My parents are gone.

Tears streamed down the woman's face. "Thank you so much. If you don't want to eat it, keep it for yourself. This package is mine; don't give it to anyone else. There's some dry food inside; I hope it will help you survive."

"Little girl, Mommy will come to keep you company."

After the woman finished speaking, she grabbed the little girl and jumped off the cliff.

Yao Feiran didn't stop him; the other person's spirits had dissipated, and his eyes were filled with a death wish.

Those around them sighed in dismay.

[Jiang Niangzi was originally from a wealthy family. Later, she rescued a poor young man who had lost his memory and married into the Jiang family. When Jiang Niangzi became pregnant, the poor young man disappeared. The Jiang couple went out to look for their son-in-law and were hit by rocks falling from a cliff. The mother and daughter, who were guarding their vast wealth, were quickly seized by the clan and driven out of the village, settling down in our village.]

That poor boy is a heartless bastard; he left without a word and hasn't come back for ten years.

[He might have died long ago.]

......

No one tried to steal the package that Jiang Niangzi gave to Yao Feiran. Although everyone was hungry, they were all from the same village and had looked after each other along the way, so they wouldn't starve. It wasn't worth stealing anything, and everyone knew that Jiang Niangzi didn't have much money or food, so it wasn't worth robbing her.

Yao Feiran quickly separated from the group of refugees.

Upon opening the package, I found a jade pendant and some dark, steamed buns inside.

There was also a famine certificate issued by her place of origin, which included household registration information, the names of the woman and her daughter, and their place of origin.

The woman was Jiang Niangzi, and her daughter was named Lin Xiaoya.

The jade pendant was very smooth, as if it had been touched many times. It must have been left behind by the unfaithful man they were talking about.

Lin Xiaoya's identity can be used.

Yao Feiran packed up her package and continued on to Wuxi City. There were many sects near Wuxi City, and the imperial court had almost no control over them. Fights often broke out as people got closer to each other.

Yao Feiran stayed at the Wuxi City Inn for more than ten days, keeping an eye on the local government offices. The local government offices were relatively lax in their management, so she sneaked in at night and finally found the files on the massacre of the family.

Of the 235 people in Zhenyue Villa, all died.

The manor lord's daughter survived, and the Duke of Yue and his wife took her away.

The manor owner's adopted son, Yao Hanjin, has gone missing.

It was a feud between martial arts practitioners; he died from the Northern Scripture Sect's sword technique.

Missing?

Yao Feiran squinted her eyes. Yao Hanjin's disappearance was very suspicious.

She remembered that Yao Hanjin was cold-hearted, but he doted on Yao Ruohuan, and it was highly suspicious that Yao Ruohuan was still alive.

The people who wiped out the family did so unexpectedly. How could they have impersonated a maidservant as Yao Ruohuan in such a short time? Moreover, the secret room had simple mechanisms, and no one had searched it carefully.

It's as if someone intentionally wanted Yao Ruohuan to live.

Yao Feiran's gaze fell on the words "died from the Northern Scripture Sect's sword technique".

No wonder there have been constant conflicts between the Myriad Manifestations Sect and the Northern Scripture Sect recently. The Pillow Moon Manor and the Myriad Manifestations Sect have a deep relationship. The destruction of the Pillow Moon Manor was very likely the work of the Northern Scripture Sect, which is why the Myriad Manifestations Sect and the Northern Scripture Sect have a grudge against each other.

Yao Feiran's mind raced. What grudge or resentment? Generally, the more someone acts like a murderer, the less likely they are to be the murderer. Just look at the essence of the matter. Two major sects have clashed, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. Wouldn't the imperial court be the happiest to see this?

And Yao Hanjin, we'll meet again someday.

Yao Feiran arranged the files and quietly left.

In Wuxi City, conflicts were raging everywhere. Yao Feiran was sitting and drinking tea when a chair suddenly flew over. Her face turned pale, and she was too frightened to move.

The chair then shattered in mid-air and broke into pieces.

"Old man Zhou, don't drag innocent people into this."

"Hmph, I can't even have a peaceful cup of tea. I feel disgusted just looking at you hypocrites from the Wanxiang Sect."

"What did you say—"

A fight broke out, several tables flew off, and everyone else ran away.

Yao Feiran left after putting down the copper coin.

She could enter a sect to cultivate in seclusion. The Myriad Manor Sect was ruled out first because it was too involved with Pillow Moon Manor and it would be easy to expose her identity. The Northern Scripture Sect had a reputation similar to the Demonic Sect, with its disciples being arrogant and domineering, and everyone hated them.

"Xianmiao Valley is recruiting disciples."

"Where is it?"

"At the foot of Jade Sealing Mountain, applicants must be no older than seven and must be female."

Sparse chatter drifted in, all discussing the recruitment of disciples by Xianmiao Valley.

Yao Feiran went directly to the foot of Yufeng Mountain.

Quite a few people had already arrived, and Yao Feiran was clearly older than that, so many eyes were on her.

Yao Feiran remained expressionless as she waited in line.

When it was finally her turn, the examiner frowned slightly: "Young lady, how old are you? Don't lie."

"I'm eleven years old, but I have excellent physical attributes, and I will definitely make an exception for you to admit me."

The examiner, seeing a young girl speaking so seriously, dared not laugh, but still consulted the proctor, Elder Yu Fengyuan, as was customary.

Yu Fengyuan looked to be in her thirties, with gentle eyes and a refined and graceful appearance. Her willow-leaf eyebrows were raised, and her eyes held a sharp glint beneath her gentle smile.

She reached out and squeezed Yao Feiran's shoulder, infusing it with a bit of her inner energy, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Have you practiced martial arts?"

"Yes, beautiful sister, this is a martial arts manual I found at home. I've made some progress in practicing it, so I think I have a good aptitude."