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

Yu Fengyuan regained her composure, her eyes filled with shock: "You became a Grandmaster in such a short time?!"

Although that palm strike wasn't fatal, if it were the old Yao Feiran, she would probably have been bedridden for days.

"Yes, Master, I am very grateful for your efforts over the past few years, but please don't try to control me."

After Yu Fengyuan realized that Yao Feiran could kill her with ease, she suddenly calmed down.

"You want to avenge your father? Does he even know he's still alive? He hasn't acknowledged your identity, and he even sent people from the Northern Scripture Gate to hunt you down."

"I am not his daughter at all. I am the daughter of the owner of Pillow Moon Manor. Lin Xiaoya and her mother died when they were fleeing famine. I used Lin Xiaoya's identity to cover up my own identity."

"You're the daughter of the master of Pillow Moon Manor? Isn't she in the capital, and was even granted the title of Princess by the Emperor?"

"Yes, I am the eldest daughter, and Yao Ruohuan is my younger sister."

"You want revenge?"

"Of course, I think it must be related to Lingyun Pavilion, and it's probably backed by the imperial court."

Yu Fengyuan nodded: "That's right. Back then, because Pillow Moon Manor was wiped out, the Myriad Manor Sect and the Northern Scripture Sect fought fiercely. Because of the conflicts over the years, they had long since become mortal enemies. Even if they knew that someone had instigated it, it was too late to turn back."

Upon learning that Yao Feiran was not Lin Yiyan's daughter, Yu Fengyuan's initial resentment vanished. As for concealing her identity and seeking revenge, that was only natural.

"However, it seems your younger sister is going to marry Prince Ding."

"Prince Ding used to be my father's adopted son, but now he has transformed into Prince Ding. The massacre of Pillow Moon Manor is inextricably linked to him."

"As soon as Prince Ding was recognized, he performed a great service, namely, stabilizing the country."

To stabilize the nation?

Eliminating these people of the martial world would stabilize the country and the nation.

Yao Feiran remained silent.

Yu Fengyuan's face was full of disgust: "Your sister married our enemy. She's a heartless bastard. She must have been ten years old when our parents were killed, so she must have known about it."

"Whatever, I broke up with her seven years ago."

Yao Feiran researched some information and roughly understood some of the grandmasters publicly known in the imperial court. Including Lingyun Pavilion, there were about ten. The grandmasters of Wanxiang Sect and Beijing Sect were mostly dead, and there were about seven or eight others scattered among the sects.

Some of them have gone into seclusion, while others have never appeared, and their fate remains unknown.

A few days later, the disciples of Xianmiao Valley gathered in the main hall, and many people were discussing it.

"What exactly happened that the sect leader suddenly summoned everyone?"

"Could it be because the sect leader refused Lingyun Pavilion's offer of recruitment and strictly forbade any contact between the sect's members and Lingyun Pavilion's disciples?"

"But the sects that refused Lingyun Pavilion were all inexplicably wiped out."

"Those are just some small sects. Do they dare to come to our Immortal Valley? Immortal Valley also has a Supreme Elder in charge."

At this moment, a woman in her forties walked over, and the whole room fell silent.

It is the sect leader, Meng Xiyun.

Meng Xiyun had been frowning and looking worried about Lingyun Pavilion for the past few days, but now she has become all smiles, leaving everyone even more confused.

"Today, I announce a major event: Yao Feiran will succeed as the leader of Xianmiao Valley."

The crowd stirred.

Who is Yao Feiran?

"Why the sudden change of heart? Did the Supreme Elder grant your permission?"

Then Yao Feiran came out, and someone asked in confusion, "Isn't this Elder Yu's disciple, Senior Sister Yu Zhulan?"

Yao Feiran sat calmly in the sect leader's seat and said in a deep voice.

"Fellow disciples, from now on I will be the sect leader. I will be responsible for all matters of the sect. Please follow my orders."

Fourth Elder Chu Chan said, "Senior Sister, isn't this too hasty? Even if Yao Feiran is already at a first-class level at such a young age, she is still far from becoming the sect leader."

She and Yu Fengyuan had always disliked each other and both wanted to become the next sect leader, but she was unexpectedly outmaneuvered by a young girl, who was also Yu Fengyuan's disciple.

Meng Xiyun said calmly, "I have already consulted the Supreme Elder about this matter, and she has agreed to let Yao Feiran become the new sect leader."

Chu Chan: "I disagree. Why should she be the sect leader?"

Yao Feiran: "Uncle-Master, please take my sword."

In an instant, Chu Chan saw a white light before her eyes. Before she could even react, she was blasted more than ten meters away by the force.

Chu Chan coughed up a mouthful of blood and was stunned for a long time before struggling to stand up.

He noticed his hands and feet were trembling, and he couldn't even hold the sword steady.

Meng Xiyun's expression tightened, and then her lips twitched involuntarily. She and the Supreme Elder had already experienced this move before.

The Supreme Elder was quite old and couldn't even withstand a single move. In a bad mood, he went into seclusion.

Yao Feiran has mastered the Pure Heart Sutra to its final volume, and her Cloud Mist Sword Technique has reached a level of perfection, where sword intent can take form and break through the protective aura.

"Thank you for your concession."

This sword strike silenced the hall. Yao Feiran continued, "Is there anyone else who disagrees?"

All schemes and plots stemmed from insufficient strength; all intentions vanished under this sword strike.

The people below all knelt on one knee in unison, their voices deafening.

"Greetings, Sect Leader! This disciple is ready to serve you."

.......

After Yao Feiran became the head of Xianmiao Valley, she mainly did two things.

Make money, take on disciples.

She needs a lot of money and a lot of people.

The legacy of Zhenyue Villa was used as seed money, and Xianmiao Valley was managed as a company.

Yao Feiran delegated the tasks to the elders. Yu Fengyuan and Chu Chan were extremely busy, with too many things to handle, and they often had to discuss them together.

Chu Chan: "How did the sect leader get such a brain? She knows everything about soap making, refined salt production, and distilled liquor. But why does she need to buy iron ore?"

Yu Fengyuan: "How would I know?"

"Isn't she your disciple?"

"...Actually, I don't know her very well. After I took her as my disciple, I didn't have to worry about her at all. She has extremely high comprehension. After a little guidance, she went to cultivate on her own."

Chu Chan's eyes were filled with jealousy: "You got incredibly lucky. I've taken in so many disciples, and I've never seen many of them live up to expectations."

"You were never a match for me anyway, you were a defeated opponent."

"What did you say, you old hag?"

"Hmph, ugly monster."

The two rushed outside into the yard and started fighting.

The disciples outside whispered among themselves.

"What should we do? The two elders are fighting again."

"It's alright, as long as they don't fight inside the room, it's fine. Uncle Meng told us not to let them damage those documents."

......

Meng Xiyun came over with a note.

"Sect Leader, people from Lingyun Pavilion are coming to the valley to visit you, probably to test your strength."

"Spread the word about this and allow people from other sects to participate."

"Yes."

After Yao Feiran became the new sect leader, it caused a sensation in the martial arts world. Such a young grandmaster was unprecedented, and Lingyun Pavilion naturally wanted to find out more.