The female supporting character is innocent

Chapter 1

Time travel

After dinner, Xue Qing sat down at her computer and, as usual, logged onto Jinjiang Literature City and opened her bookmarks. One story had been sitting in her bookmarks for five years—an ancient romance novel. Xue Qing felt a deep connection to it; one day, she had been idly searching for her name on Jinjiang Literature City and stumbled upon this story. Her name appeared in the list of supporting characters. Although she wasn't the main character, Xue Qing clicked on it with interest, and before she knew it, she was hooked.

Xue Qing started following the serialized novel. The author was very diligent, updating daily, and Xue Qing would rush to leave comments and praise as soon as possible. This continued for a year, a simple yet warm and peaceful life, much like a married couple's. One day, the author commented on the latest chapter: "I'm going to buy some steamed buns, I'll update the next chapter when I get back." Xue Qing was thrilled and kept refreshing the page. Four years passed like this; the author went to buy steamed buns and never returned.

Was she scammed? No, Xue Qing would never admit it. Maybe that author went to the corner store to buy steamed buns, only to find they were sold out, so she went to the department store. The manager said they hadn't received any more, so she went directly to the steamed bun factory. The factory manager told her they were short of pork filling and couldn't make steamed buns, so she went to the slaughterhouse. The slaughterhouse manager said the pigs were sick and couldn't be sold, so she went to the veterinary station. The veterinary station said they were short-staffed, so she went to veterinary school to study... Xue Qing made up all sorts of reasons to comfort herself. She firmly believed that as long as that author bought the steamed buns, she would definitely come back to fill the gap. Now four years have passed, and the author should have graduated from veterinary school by now.

Although she subconsciously knew she was doomed in this pit of despair, Xue Qing refused to give up and stubbornly kept refreshing her collection list. Suddenly, she saw three small red words "Updated" next to the story that had been abandoned for four years. She rubbed her eyes and looked again, and sure enough, it showed an update. Heaven rewards the diligent! The story was finally being updated!

Xue Qing trembled as she clicked the left mouse button to open the latest chapter of the article, but fainted from excessive excitement before the page even loaded.

When Xue Qing woke up again, she found herself lying in bed. Had a kind person brought her to the hospital? She sat up and saw several young women standing in front of her. What kind of hospital was this? It was crazy that even the nurses were cosplaying in ancient costumes.

"Uncle-Master is awake! Quickly inform the Sect Leader and Senior Brother Liuying!" The woman with her hair styled in a high bun, who was closest to Xue Qing, exclaimed in surprise.

A younger girl bent her knees and ran out, shouting as she ran, "Grandmaster Uncle is awake! Grandmaster Uncle is awake!"

Xue Qing rubbed her head, looking at them with a puzzled expression. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she asked the woman with the high-waisted hair closest to her, "Is there a mirror?"

The woman with the high-hanging hair hurriedly brought over a carved bronze mirror. Xue Qing took the mirror, and in the mirror was an unfamiliar face. Although the face was bloodless, it was still clear that the person was a beauty. In short, it was definitely not the face Xue Qing remembered. Her first reaction was, "Have I transmigrated?" Her second reaction was, "Have I transmigrated!"

These days, time travel isn't scary; on the contrary, it's something everyone dreams of. Time-traveling women are all rich, powerful, and surrounded by handsome men. Xue Qing is already overjoyed, ready to use her Tang poems to bully the ancients. Calm down, calm down. First, she needs to figure out which dynasty this is. She'll deal with whatever comes her way. If she travels to the Han Dynasty, she'll use Tang poems; if she travels to the Tang Dynasty, she'll write Song lyrics; if she travels to the Song Dynasty, she'll sing Yuan opera; and if all else fails, if she travels to the Ming or Qing Dynasty, she'll recite *Dream of the Red Chamber* and bully Cao Xueqin. Looking at the people's clothes, there aren't any plastic flowers on their heads or half-bald men with braids, so this shouldn't be a Qing Dynasty time travel.

Before Xue Qing could finish thinking, a large group of women of various ages rushed in, instantly filling the room with the fragrance of perfume. Leading the group was a plump woman. Seeing Xue Qing standing on the floor admiring herself in the mirror, she excitedly grabbed her hand: "Qing'er, you're finally awake! You scared your senior sister so much!" The plump woman held Xue Qing's hand tightly with one hand, wiping away tears with the other: "The Lingyu Sect is only left with the two of us, my senior sister and I. If anything were to happen to you, what would I do?"

Lingyu Sect? The name sounded familiar. Xue Qing quickly used her mental search engine and suddenly remembered that it was the sect in the novel she had been following for four years. As mentioned before, the reason Xue Qing noticed that novel was because there was a supporting character with the same name as her. The "Xue Qing" in the novel happened to be a member of the Lingyu Sect. Could it be that she had transmigrated into the Xue Qing in the novel?

"Are you Fang Yun? The leader of the Lingyu Sect?" Xue Qing hurriedly asked the woman who kept saying she was her senior sister.

Fang Yun was startled by Xue Qing's excited appearance. He nodded and asked worriedly, "Junior Sister, what's wrong? Have you gone mad again?"

"Have I gone mad from practicing qi cultivation?" Xue Qing asked anxiously.

"When Liu Ying found you, you were already unconscious, your internal energy was disordered, and you were talking nonsense. You were showing signs of qi deviation. Fortunately, he used his true energy to protect your heart meridian in time, and you were able to save your life." Fang Yun paused here, and then said with difficulty, "I know you are proud and that losing your martial arts would make you wish you were dead, but you should also think about me. I'm getting old. Are you going to let me live?"

"My martial arts are ruined?" Xue Qing became even more uneasy.

"Your meridians are all severed, and you have no internal energy left. It's already a miracle that you survived. You..." Fang Yun's face showed extreme worry. In the original story, Xue Qing was a highly skilled and proud woman. She must be worried that Xue Qing might do something rash.

"Don't worry, senior sister, I won't do anything rash. It's just that I have a headache right now and want to be alone for a while." Xue Qing said to Fang Yun pitifully, rubbing her temples. She knew that Fang Yun in the original story was someone who loved his junior sister very much and would definitely not refuse her request.

Sure enough, although Fang Yun was worried, she still told the female disciples who were watching to leave. As she walked out, she reluctantly told Xue Qing to take good care of herself.

After seeing Fang Yun off, Xue Qing lay back on the bed and pulled the blanket over herself. This wasn't a tragedy, this… this was clearly a disaster! Who was Xue Qing in the original novel? The junior sister of the leader of the prestigious Lingyu Sect, a renowned sect in the martial arts world, a martial arts prodigy, beautiful and charming—a remarkable woman admired by all. Having transmigrated into such a body, possessing both inner and outer beauty, Xue Qing should be burning incense in gratitude, right? Wrong! She couldn't be happy at all. She clearly remembered Xue Qing's ending: betrayed by everyone, disgraced, tortured, and dying a gruesome death. Because this woman was no ordinary woman; she was brave; she was a supporting female character who dared to steal the heroine's man!

The novel's male protagonist is Yan Ming, the lord of the Underworld, who, in layman's terms, is a charming and arrogant villain. Xue Qing, though from a prestigious sect, is deeply in love with him and willingly becomes his pawn. Originally, both Xue Qing and Yan Ming were exceptional individuals, and their collaboration in scheming for power and discussing martial arts seemed like a perfect match. Unfortunately, Yan Ming fell for the female protagonist at first sight, becoming devoted to her and becoming her loyal, devoted lover, leaving Xue Qing heartbroken. And to make matters worse, Xue Qing in the novel is a pathetic character! She clings to Yan Ming relentlessly, frequently engaging in magical battles with the female protagonist, ultimately receiving the fate befitting a supporting female character.

Xue Qing reassured herself, telling herself not to be afraid. She explained that the tragic ending in the novel was because she always went against the female lead. The female lead had such a powerful aura that she could easily knock her head off and bleed. Now she knew better and knew that Yan Ming was nothing compared to her own life. She was going to actively surrender to the female lead's side and follow her for a better life!

Having made up her mind, Xue Qing began to sort out her surroundings. In the novel, Xue Qing's martial arts were ruined shortly after Yan Ming and the female lead met. Yan Ming was still in a one-sided love for the female lead. After parting ways with her in the desert, he came to Xue Qing's place to practice. At a crucial moment, his mind was filled with the female lead's voice and smile, causing him to suffer a qi deviation. Xue Qing loved Yan Ming as devotedly as he loved the female lead. She immediately used her internal energy to help Yan Ming regulate his true qi. As a result, Yan Ming succeeded in his goal and went to find the female lead. Xue Qing took his place and suffered a qi deviation, losing all her martial arts skills.

While reading the novel, Xue Qing was only hoping that the male and female leads would get together quickly. Now, she wanted to spit menstrual blood in the author's face. Why did it have to be so miserable? She got compensation for her work injury, but she had to pay for her own medical expenses after being injured in place of the male lead! Thinking about the ending, Xue Qing felt that she should be satisfied. It was better than transmigrating into a disabled person with missing limbs. Before the plot developed for too long, she had enough time to change her fate.

Thinking that although she had lost her martial arts skills, she was still the junior sister of the Lingyu Sect's leader, a heroine of a prestigious sect, Xue Qing felt much more at ease. For several days, while her body was unconscious, Xue Qing hadn't eaten a single grain of rice. Once her emotions stabilized, she felt like she was about to have a stomach perforation from hunger. Being transmigrated into a member of the bourgeoisie in the martial arts world was truly a welcome thing. Several female disciples, seeing Xue Qing's bitter face, knew what she needed and immediately brought her rice porridge and side dishes. Xue Qing was already seeing stars from hunger, but she still had to consider her status and eat slowly and deliberately. To be a lady of a prestigious sect, one had to pay the price of churning stomach acid.

Xue Qing was eating lunch under the intense gazes of two female disciples when another female disciple entered the room. She bowed to Xue Qing and said, "Uncle-Master, Senior Brother Liu Ying has returned and is requesting an audience outside the door."

Liu Ying, Xue Qing keenly caught these two words in her ears. What a familiar name! Could this person be Xue Qing's junior apprentice/who died mysteriously at the hands of the male protagonist/the biggest supporting character in the book, Liu Ying!

Upon encountering a supporting character who shared a tragic fate like herself, Xue Qing felt a sense of kinship, like meeting a drifting duckweed. She quickly instructed the female disciple beside her, "Let him in quickly."

After the female disciple left the room, she soon led a man in. He was about twenty years old, and his white shirt, which reached his feet, was embroidered with a breeze pattern, the symbol of the Lingyu Sect. He had a Qingyun sword at his waist, typical of a chivalrous swordsman, clean and neat.

After performing the rites of a junior disciple, Liu Ying raised her head, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and asked with concern, "Uncle-Master, are you feeling better?"

"I'm feeling better." Xue Qing turned her head slightly to the side to hide her expression of almost vomiting blood. She had just transmigrated and was seeing a handsome young man of similar age. Her heart was just beginning to flutter when she heard him call her "Shishu" (a term of respect for a senior disciple). Even someone with a heart of iron would be hurt. Xue Qing was the youngest disciple of the former head of the Lingyu Sect. Although she was not old, her seniority was quite high.

“My martial uncle is in a coma, and I should have stayed by his side to serve him, but since you haven’t shown any signs of waking up, I took the liberty of going to Emei to get some elixirs to strengthen your body and replenish your vital energy.” Liu Ying said, placing a small celadon bottle on the table next to Xue Qing.

Xue Qing took the small bottle and played with it for a while. In the novel, the Emei Sect was a sect known for its medical skills. The spiritual medicine of Emei was hard to come by, and besides, she couldn't refuse her junior nephew's kindness. Although she didn't need it, she happily accepted it.

Seeing Xue Qing put away the medicine bottle, Liu Ying's lips curled up in a joyful expression. Xue Qing could only sigh inwardly. What a fine young man! When Xue Qing was abandoned by everyone, only he stood by her side. But Xue Qing had always been indifferent to him, single-mindedly trying to curry favor with Yan Ming. Only a fellow supporting character knows the bitterness of a supporting character. Thinking of the author's bloody description of Liu Ying's death, Xue Qing thought that she must be kinder to this junior disciple!

Go on a blind date

After finishing their meal, Xue Qing asked to go for a walk, mainly because she wanted to see the Lingyu Sect's environment firsthand. Liu Ying naturally accompanied her; this famous tagalong in the book wouldn't leave Xue Qing's side for even a moment until her death. Fang Yun had thought that Xue Qing would definitely try to kill herself without her martial arts skills, but he was surprised to find that she was still in the mood to bask in the sun. He was both surprised and delighted, and put aside his official duties to come and accompany Xue Qing on her walk.

Fang Yun and Liu Ying were Xue Qing's closest people, which made Xue Qing a little scared. Her actions could not be exactly the same as the original Xue Qing, which would definitely make them feel uncomfortable. Of course, their imagination could not have imagined that soul transmigration was possible. They would only think that her martial arts were crippled and she had gone crazy after suffering a blow.

The Lingyu Sect was founded on Lingyu Mountain. Its founder, upon surveying the vast land, immediately recognized the mountain's vitality and natural beauty. The mountain enjoyed a perpetual spring-like climate, with no cloudy days, and even rainy days were often accompanied by sunshine – a place even immortals envied. Xue Qing leaned against the carved railing, taking a deep breath. She had never experienced such fresh air in the city. Across from them, dozens of young men and women were practicing swordsmanship. Upon seeing Xue Qing and Fang Yun, they ran over, led by an older male disciple, and respectfully bowed: "Grandmaster, Grand Uncle, Martial Uncle Liuying."

Xue Qing glanced to the left, then to the right. Fang Yun was the sect leader, and Liu Ying was her martial aunt. Could that "grand martial aunt" be referring to her?

Fang Yun nodded with satisfaction and asked the older male disciple, "Sun Fang, your group of young disciples has been in the sect for four years now. I just saw that their swordsmanship is quite disciplined and methodical. You've taught them very well."

"Yes, I have followed Master's teachings diligently and have practiced the basics every day without slacking off. Now, all the basic sword techniques have been taught to me," Sun Fang replied respectfully.

This guy clearly had the face of an extra, and the book didn't describe him much. Xue Qing actually envied such a minor character; although his life wasn't exciting, at least his death wasn't tragic. Fortunately, Xue Qing still clearly remembered the name of the person who would cut off her head with a single stroke: Xiao Guiying. He should still be just the head of the Dongqi Pavilion, and she still had a sliver of hope to change the situation before he met the female lead.

Seeing that Xue Qing was in a daze, Fang Yun tugged at her arm and said, "Sun Fang has always been an honest child. You always bullied him. Now he is an outstanding disciple. You should praise him a bit."

"Very good, keep up the good work, Lingyu's future depends on you all." Xue Qing patted Sun Fang's broad shoulder and said.

Sun Fang was instantly dumbfounded. Fang Yun and Liu Ying also looked at Xue Qing in surprise. Xue Qing was a sharp-tongued and sharp-hearted person who was proud and hated mediocre people the most. Even if she was concerned about Fang Yun, she would at most nod arrogantly. Such a kind gesture would make Sun Fang suspect that she was using the Bone-Melting Palm technique if he were any more astute.

Xue Qing realized she had been too approachable. She coughed lightly, took a few graceful steps, and looked up at the vast clear sky at a 45-degree angle. With a slight frown, she said with self-pity, "I almost lost my life this time. On the verge of death, the images of my fellow disciples flashed through my mind. I've lived for twenty years in vain, only to realize that no matter how high one's martial arts skills are, they are just external things. What truly matters is that fellow disciples support each other and bring glory to Lingyu."

Before Xue Qing could finish speaking, Fang Yun began wiping away tears: "Now that you think this way, your senior sister's worries are relieved."