The male supporting character was actually myself.

"Hehe, when the time comes, my darling will sell his property, find a beautiful place with clear waters and green mountains, buy some land, marry three wives and four concubines, and live a wonderful life!"

"Second Brother, you'll see soon enough that wildflowers always smell sweeter than garden flowers. A wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a stolen one. If you ask me, why spend money to support women? It's much more exciting and enjoyable to be a flower thief like us, picking on the wives of rich men. Maybe we can even get that old turtle to help us raise our son!"

"Haha, you old sixth brother really know how to live frugally."

"Let's do the math. Raising women and children is expensive and troublesome. It's much more satisfying to gamble with the money. If we want sons, we can plant the seeds anywhere. It's doubly enjoyable, and we can get a lot of sons and daughters for free. Let those rich old turtles raise them for us..."

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The night wind was bleak, and the whispers of the seven people as they hurried along were carried away by the wind.

Thousands of miles away, Jiang Chen turned over and woke up groggily. When he saw the scene transmitted back by the Soul Weapon, he frowned slightly. Was the script team not updating the script on the surface but secretly causing trouble to interfere with the soul fusion of Lingquan Daoren?

"Forced to work overtime in the middle of the night, could you at least arrange some worthy opponents? Who do you think you are?" He muttered discontentedly, first remotely controlling the soul weapon to fly around the Summoning Cauldron to make sure it was going smoothly, before flying out to follow the group of people dressed in night clothes.

"Go in this way, and this is the main hall for alchemy." The leader, who had already thoroughly investigated the situation of the Supreme Temple through bribery, pointed to a majestic and ancient building in the darkness and reminded, "Remember, don't fire unless absolutely necessary. Our main objective is to steal; let's sneak in quietly and check on the alchemy process."

If the defenses are too strong, then search elsewhere first; a thief must have a backup plan to ensure he leaves empty-handed…

After giving them a long-winded explanation, Jiang Chen was almost losing interest in watching their performance. These guys were clearly playing different roles – they should be showing off their skills in the tomb raiding genre, not joining in the fun in a warlord era with monsters.

Although there were indeed many craftsmen in various industries during this era, and many of them had messy backgrounds and made their fortunes through shady businesses, we can only offer our condolences for five seconds for those who coveted the Supreme Temple's Spirit Summoning Cauldron.

"Whoosh!"

The eldest brother, who possessed extraordinary skills, took the lead and nimbly leaped up the high wall, landing in the yard like a nimble cat.

However, he failed to land smoothly and was hit by the Horcrux, then silently dragged to a dark corner to be "punished".

"Whoosh!" Two more followed closely behind. Standing on the wall, they cautiously glanced around. The courtyard was quiet and silent; even their leader, who had jumped in earlier, was nowhere to be seen.

"Big Brother?" one of them called out cautiously in a low voice, but the only response was the whistling wind.

He looked at his companion, who also looked puzzled.

We've been through thick and thin together for so many years, the seven brothers have always stood together, but the eldest has never acted alone. Is he in such a hurry? Why isn't he waiting for his brothers to come to his aid?

"What are you two doing?" Seeing that they were squatting on the wall without taking any further action, the others rushed up to ask.

"Our eldest brother went in before us."

"That shouldn't be the case, he's never done that before..." Before the person standing in the far corner could finish speaking, he was hit and dragged away by the Horcrux.

The night wind howled, and dark clouds obscured the moon, making it difficult to see clearly.

Noticing that the third brother beside him seemed to have suddenly stopped moving, the sixth brother turned around to look and saw that the anxious man had already jumped into the yard and was standing in the shade of a tree, seemingly observing something carefully.

"Damn it, have you all been blinded by the news of the elixir of immortality? You're all so impatient!" Seeing this, the second brother took the lead and jumped down to rush into the courtyard, and the others followed closely behind.

Five minutes later, a row of seven people knelt neatly in the side hall, with a small, gilded statue of a deity placed in front of them.

"They even dare to plot against a Taoist temple! Don't they know there are gods watching from above?" Satisfied with his mischievous fun, the "god" commanded the Horcrux to patrol and guard the area, then turned over and hugged the soundly sleeping, solid fluffy ball of a baby, and drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, the Taoist priests of Wushang Temple discovered the seven thieves who had died mysteriously after their failed theft attempt.

The police were alerted, and troops were stationed at the temple to guard it closely. Not only did they manage to avert the calamity secretly arranged by the script team without anyone noticing, but they also established the image of the temple as being deeply protected by the gods and able to turn misfortune into good fortune. As a result, no one investigated the matter of the bandits' deaths any further.

"Xiaobai, I've thought about it and I still need you to make the trip." After breakfast, Jiang Chen used dried fish to fish for the cat, making it jump around and meow happily. Then he expressed his "concerns": "The female lead, Zhang Xiyue, has been fooled. As long as nothing unexpected happens, there shouldn't be any changes in the next two months. The script hasn't been updated yet, and I'm worried that the script team might be up to something."

The little white cat grabbed a dried fish and stuffed it into its mouth. It then tucked its fluffy ears together with its paws and mumbled, "What's going on? Is Master Lingquan worried about Lingquan Daoist's safety?"

He nodded and reminded her, "Don't forget that in the original story, Lingquan Daoist had a problem with his fusion and was injured, which is why he was overpowered by Zhang Xiyue."

The newly added second male lead, who was drunk, is still on the original trajectory. We've already rescued him and sent him back to his residence, preventing him from being violated by the female lead, Zhang Xiyue. What if the script team tricks the first male lead, Lingquan Daoist, preventing him from successfully merging with Zhang Xiyue and leaving him injured? What if he still can't defeat Zhang Xiyue even after emerging from seclusion?

"That's right!" The fluffy dumpling immediately perked up. "The script team might really make a move against Lingquan Daoist, I have to go and keep an eye on him, and if all else fails, I'll just throw props at him!"

"We've dragged this out long enough to have completely fooled the female lead. If we still can't seal her away and condemn her to eternal damnation, then all our efforts will have been in vain!"

With a small blue printed bag on its back, the fluffy little ball of fur hopped and skipped towards Wushang Temple.

With it personally overseeing things and the Horcrux secretly helping, things will be calm on the surface, but the best supporting actor will be secretly going head-to-head with the script team.

"Meow meow meow? My host was right after all, damn script team!" The fluffy ball was squatting on the Spirit Summoning Cauldron licking its paws when it saw a bandit dressed as a Taoist boy sneaking in.

With eyes like torches, it leaped up and took out the Assassin Cat's exclusive weapon—a crowbar—from its spatial storage. It knocked one of them unconscious with a single blow, then tied them all up and threw them in the courtyard. It also rang the bells and drums in the Wushang Temple, alerting everyone to catch the thugs.

"Assassin Cat wins this round!" The little white cat strolled gracefully across the rooftop and walls, watching the Taoists burn incense and chant scriptures, and the garrison soldiers discussing how Heaven had protected the Supreme Temple. In high spirits, it unilaterally declared victory.

After two days of calm, they probably realized that man-made disasters wouldn't work, so they switched to natural disasters.

The little Taoist boy accidentally let a candle burn out, and a sudden clap of thunder and lightning caused a celestial fire. The little ball of fluff perked up its ears and became extremely vigilant, nipping any potential problems in the bud.

"Wow, this is true fusion!" The little white cat poked its round, fluffy head into the cauldron for a peek. The Spirit Spring Daoist and the seriously ill young man sat cross-legged, enveloped in a bright light.

It pulled out two props from its spatial storage and threw them directly at you, saying, "To prevent you from being tricked by the script team, I'll max out your luck stat first so you can turn bad luck into good and avoid disaster. I don't believe those bastards in the script team can do anything to you."

Having given the main male protagonist enough buffs, the support system soon faced its biggest challenge—an earthquake.

Wushang Temple was built on the summit of Lingyu Mountain. The nearly thousand-year-old Taoist temple demonstrated the top-notch skills of ancient craftsmen in a moment of crisis. Even as the earth shook violently, it remained strong enough to allow the Taoists to leave safely and go to a wider space before it began to slowly collapse.

Jiang Chen was also startled. He didn't expect the script team to be so unscrupulous in order to trick Lingquan Daoren!

If I were to kill him with a heavy heart, what would I do if I couldn't stop him?

No, we can't just sit here and wait to be attacked; we have to take the initiative!

He precisely maneuvered the Soul Artifact through the Supreme Temple, ensuring everyone inside escaped safely before moving a nearby stone tower to the vicinity of the Summoning Cauldron and erecting a protective net above it.

The fluffy dumpling was terrified by the natural disaster and meowed loudly. Fortunately, it was blocked by a stone tower from the falling rocks and debris. When the sky brightened and the rising sun shone brightly, giving the Wushang Temple a golden edge after the disaster, everyone saw an amazing scene - the Spirit Summoning Cauldron still stood in the same place without moving.

A stone tower, for reasons unknown, shifted from its original position, blocking all the damage, like a guardian protecting the divine cauldron.

"With the protection of Heaven, Senior Brother will surely be able to successfully emerge from seclusion, vanquish demons, and restore order to the world!"

"The tribulations have been overcome, and everything will go smoothly from now on."

"Indeed, there are gods watching over us. Look at Wushang Temple, it suffered such a great disaster, but only a few houses were destroyed. It must be that the gods are protecting us!"

"Amitabha! The Supreme Temple is truly efficacious! I will definitely come here every year to offer incense and pray for blessings..."

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The fluffy ball didn't think much of it. It assumed that the lucky charm on the male lead had been activated, allowing it to escape the disaster. It lay on the Spirit Summoning Cauldron like a little divine beast, guarding it closely, afraid that the script team would cause trouble again.

"Huh? A message from the host?" After it had been waiting for a while and was getting hungry and wanted to eat some dried fish, it suddenly found a note in its space.

After reading it carefully and thinking it over, it began to use its best trick—telling on others.

What bad intentions could a cat possibly have?

It's just a small contribution to building a civilized, harmonious, equal, and just world.

As a support system full of positive energy, it has the responsibility and obligation to help the main system maintain a good environment. Shouldn't we report such anti-human protagonists who smoke opium, kill babies, and eat human flesh?

Is the scriptwriting team that created such a morally questionable and outrageous story suspected of inciting and guiding bad behavior and increasing juvenile delinquency?

Shouldn't this be thoroughly investigated?

What if a virus invasion has contaminated the scriptwriting team of the creation mission world from the very beginning?

Sure enough, the report received a response not long after it was submitted.

[Given the well-founded report from the auxiliary system that the scriptwriting team has been allegedly corrupted and is maliciously inducing and influencing the host's thoughts, this mission world is now temporarily closed for investigation from the source. All missions and plot updates are suspended. Please await the review results.]

"Oh? It worked so quickly?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly upon hearing the report. This little guy is quite good at tattling.

Hopefully, the timing will be perfect. As long as we can wait for Daoist Lingquan to successfully emerge from seclusion and seal Zhang Xiyue, the world will be at peace no matter what the outcome of the investigation is.

With the mastermind behind the storm brought under control, the entire mission world finally calmed down.

Inside the Marshal's Mansion, in the main hall that was completely sealed off except for one entrance, Zhang Xiyue was slowly absorbing the medicinal power contained in the rare and precious herbs while enduring the high temperature inside the cauldron. Although it was slow, her magical power was gradually increasing, so she would not notice anything unusual until the very last moment.

With Jiang Chen keeping watch from both sides, his nerves were on edge as he finally waited for Daoist Lingquan to emerge from seclusion.

"Whoosh!" The Spirit Summoning Cauldron opened from within, and a tall, imposing Taoist priest emerged from it. Looking at the ravaged cliffs outside, he seemed somewhat bewildered. "What happened? What happened to Wushang Temple...?"

"Senior Brother has finally emerged from seclusion!" The Abbot of Wushang Temple stepped forward, bowed, and explained, "Natural disasters and man-made calamities seem to be trying to prevent Senior Brother from successfully integrating, but fortunately, the Heavenly Dao has protected him and turned misfortune into good fortune."

Although part of the Wushang Temple collapsed in the earthquake, my senior brother's successful completion of his seclusion to cooperate with Commander Xiao in sealing the demon and eliminating the root of disaster for all people is truly a blessing! The garrison is helping me repair the temple, and it should be almost fully restored in a few months.”

Lingquan Daoist recalled his master's dying words, and his Daoist heart became even more resolute. "Junior brother, you have worked hard. Wushang Temple suffered a calamity because of me. I will come back to assist in the repair work after this matter is over."

"Slaying demons and monsters is my duty. I've been delayed for so long; I wonder how Commander Xiao is doing. I'll head down the mountain now to seal the monster."

"Commander Xiao has made arrangements. After you leave the pass, please be escorted by soldiers to Yongning City." The earthquake had been too violent, and the garrison at the foot of the mountain came to provide support. Upon seeing this, the captain in charge hurriedly asked him to go down the mountain and take a special car so that he could arrive as quickly as possible.

After all, Commander Xiao was incredibly generous with his rewards; successfully delivering the person would surely net him another big yellow croaker...

Following Lingquan Daoist into the city, the fluffy little cat was as proud as a victorious general. Upon meeting its host, it arrogantly raised its head and meowed to boast, "Just you wait, if we can take down those bastards in the script team this time, my cute and soft little kitten will be the biggest hero! What are you going to do to reward your little darling, host?"

"Go to the main house in the side courtyard. I've already prepared a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for you." Jiang Chen winked at it, and the excited little fluffy ball couldn't contain itself any longer, rushing forward to give him a big hug. "I knew my host was the best to me! Meow~ Love you, muah!"

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Lingquan Daoist was greeted. He then cleared out the mansion and ordered his men to surround it. The two entered the sealed-off hall in the backyard.

Even though Commander Xiao had warned him to create a fake to deceive the monster, Daoist Lingquan was still stunned when he saw the almost identical Spirit Summoning Cauldron in the hall. "How come I never thought of using this method to deceive it? Commander Xiao is truly a genius! This will save you a lot of trouble."

To seal away a wicked monster using conventional methods, there are three steps: First, break the monster's bones and capture it; second, throw the monster into a raging fire to cook it, causing its evil nature to split and kill each other; third, successfully extract the core of its immortality and seal it away completely.

In the past, Daoist Lingquan could only progress to the second step at most, and most of the time he failed at the first step. After all, the two were evenly matched, and it was extremely difficult to crush them and capture them.

He was prepared for a tough battle before he came, to fulfill his master's last wish.

Unexpectedly, Commander Xiao's move compressed the sealing process to just the second step, requiring only a further increase in heat! The "boiling frog" theory will never be outdated, and the heroine being stewed in a cauldron won't easily notice the heat gradually increasing...

"Without the script team secretly causing trouble, things went much more smoothly. The sealing talismans prepared by Daoist Lingquan are very powerful. Even if Zhang Xiyue discovers something is wrong, she won't be able to get out." Jiang Chen slowly sipped his tea, "watching" the scene inside the fake cauldron from the first-person perspective of the soul weapon.

The female protagonist had clearly not yet noticed anything amiss and was sitting cross-legged, enduring the high temperature as she diligently cultivated.

To prevent it from escaping, the Horcrux completely surrounded the cauldron. Even if it possessed the characteristic of immortality and was divided into countless pieces, it would still be enough to give it a hard time.

Piles of high-quality charcoal were brought in and added to the fire pit under the furnace. As the temperature rose higher and higher, Zhang Xiyue began to get restless.

"Hiss... Why is it so hot? Is it just my imagination?" She used her magic to resist the heat wave, but she was still sweating profusely. She quickly took off her clothes, and the cotton clothes, now unprotected, quickly turned to ashes.

A hint of doubt arose in Zhang Xiyue's heart, but the immortal nature deep within her soul became even more active, giving her a vague feeling of suffocation, as if the trauma was showing signs of healing.

"The time has come." The Lingquan Daoist, who was personally overseeing the operation, opened his eyes and stared at the cauldron. A smile of satisfaction appeared on his face, the first such expression in half a month. A muffled popping sound came from inside the cauldron as he whispered.

The occupied human body finally couldn't withstand the soul energy and exploded into dust!

"Is this the core of the monster?" Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes and carefully "looked" over. He saw that the so-called immortal soul was rolling around in the cauldron like a large black sphere, but upon closer inspection, he could see that the black mist was full of painful human faces. They were crying, howling, angry, and terrified...

Those are the remnants of human souls devoured by monsters over thousands of years. These negative emotions permeate the souls, making their immortality impossible to purify.

"Roar!"

The black mist inside the cauldron emitted an angry roar that was neither male nor female. It quickly stumbled and bumped around, trying to escape the high-temperature environment enhanced by magic. However, each time it collided, it was cut by invisible fine lines. Realizing that it was trapped inside, the black mist roared and burst out with demonic energy that soared into the sky.