Although she had to diligently play the role of the vicious supporting female, that was only because the system forced her to. The original host had suffered many injuries and hardships—none of which she wanted to experience herself.

This was also the reason why Grace Carter put all her effort into learning the Golden Snake Sword Technique.

She didn’t want to rely on clinging to others just to barely survive in the cultivation world like the original host did. With such outstanding talent, she ought to break through every desperate situation with her own strength.

For example, this time, she absolutely would not be thrown out of the illusion, covered in blood.

When the young girl saw her deliberately avert her gaze, she pinched her voice and pleaded pitifully, “Miss, please help me!”

Grace Carter glanced at her indifferently.

If she drew her sword to help the weak, she would be marked as food by those demons and monsters, watched at every moment, making it hard for her to act freely in the Star-Picking Pavilion and secretly break the situation—

It was said that the flesh and blood of righteous cultivators was always especially delicious and sweet.

Since that’s the case… why not just be the bad guy?

After all, she was supposed to be the vicious supporting female.

“Lingbo is just a singer, selling her art but not her body. If she’s taken by that young master…”

The girl covered her face and wept as she spoke: “Could it be that Miss looks down on Lingbo’s humble origins and is unwilling to help?”

Grace Carter replied without hesitation, “That’s right.”

The other girl’s face twitched violently.

Sorry, a vicious supporting female has no morals and won’t be bound by them.

The expressions of the people present all froze at once.

Something’s not right—this girl radiates sword energy and should be a disciple of a sword sect, so how could she be so…

So unprincipled?

But what shocked them even more was yet to come.

The purple-dressed girl with a sword at her waist smiled slightly, then casually wrapped her arm around the waist of a woman beside her: “I want this one.”

Then she looked around, quite satisfied, and pointed out her choices, even pulling over the woman next to the man in yellow robes: “This sister is nice too.”

“Mi-miss,” the woman tried to speak, “I’ve already been with that young master tonight…”

“So what!”

Grace Carter immediately cut in, her tone oddly familiar: “It’s just a touch, why act so high and mighty?”

The woman looked at the man in yellow robes with tears in her eyes: “Young master, please help me!”

The man in yellow robes was filled with righteous indignation: “You shameless scoundrel! How dare you force—”

Halfway through his words, he froze completely.

Pah! What righteous indignation? He was supposed to be the villain, wasn’t he! And this little brat in front of him was just blatantly stealing his lines!

How could there be someone so shameless in the world!

A woman who seemed to be a manager stepped forward, smiling awkwardly: “Miss… which one do you prefer?”

“Huh?”

Grace Carter lifted her eyes and clenched her right hand: “I want them all!”

Her senior brother had told her that a sword cultivator should be confident!

The girl in the white dress: …

The manager woman: …

Evan Parker arrived at the Star-Picking Pavilion a bit later than Grace Carter.

He’d heard from other senior brothers and sisters that there was a damsel-in-distress scene in the pavilion, where you had to save a singer girl from a misbehaving playboy.

He nervously made his way to the scene’s trigger point, only to see…

That scoundrel, grinning with a girl in each arm.

That playboy, holding one girl’s hand and shamelessly saying, “Don’t be afraid! If I don’t pay, it doesn’t count as soliciting.”

That villain who was about to get a good beating from him—

Why was it his little senior sister???

When Grace Carter saw him, she greeted him with a polite smile.

She had no interest in the thoughts of the little white dragon. The only thing on her mind was how to subdue that ultimate monster without a scratch.

Or rather, to turn this damned place upside down.

Chapter 6

Outside the illusion, at the Tianxian residence.

A young man in white robes lounged lazily beneath the banyan tree in the courtyard. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, scattering into countless golden flecks that fell across his handsome profile.

A bronze-colored mystical mirror floated in midair, reflecting the scene inside the Pagoda. Whatever he saw, Skyson raised his brows in mild surprise.

“Junior brother!”

A deep, powerful male voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard. The sharp sword energy made the branches rustle, and even the air seemed to freeze for a moment: “Draw your sword!”

“No, no, no.” Skyson couldn’t bear to take his eyes off the mystical mirror. He waved away the incoming sword light with a raised hand. “I’m watching my little disciples train. Let’s spar another day.”

The newcomer was none other than one of the six great elders of the Xuanxu Sect, his dear senior brother Swordmaster Logan Reed.

Other than being poor and obsessed with swords, Skyson was nothing like a sword cultivator.

What should a sword cultivator be like? Upright as a sword, sharp as a sword, stern as a sword—if they saw something they disliked, they’d fight, never wasting words. But him? He was always chattering away, skilled in eating, drinking, and gambling, and best at playing tricks.

Logan Reed was different.

He was the most traditional kind of sword cultivator. Not only did he always carry his sword, but he also inherited the sword sect’s fine tradition of fighting at the slightest provocation. His catchphrase was: “Draw your sword.”

The strong love to compete with the strong, so Logan Reed’s greatest hobby was coming here to challenge Skyson to a duel—one that involved money.

He got his thrill, and his junior brother got some money. A win-win.

“Training?”