Who Would Choose The Serious Heroine? Aren't The Supporting Characters Good Enough? - Chapter 79:

Chapter 79: From Now On, Gu Shengyan Will Be a Leek

Everyone in Nanshen Palace was in awe, staring at the path Ling Ye had effortlessly carved through the void cracks. As expected of His Majesty!

He had done what no one else could—sealing the deadly void cracks with just one palm. Such overwhelming strength!

No wonder the Palace Master had fallen for him so deeply.

With such power, who wouldn’t?

Even they admired him…

After opening the path, Ling Ye strode forward calmly, while Nanshen Xin’er and the others hurried to follow.

For the first time, a group of people walked through the forbidden corridor, stepping into the deepest part of the mysterious ancient tomb.

Inside, they found themselves in an unbelievably grand hall.

It was even more magnificent than the imperial palace itself.

The surrounding stone walls were adorned with rare and exotic treasures.

Hidden compartments, skillfully hollowed out, contained scrolls of ancient texts and high-rank weapons.

The floor shimmered with radiant lights, while the ceiling displayed a vast expanse of moving stars.

The entire hall felt like another world—an ethereal space filled with treasures beyond imagination.

And at the very center of this magnificent chamber lay a pitch-black coffin.

It was a simple rectangular shape, two meters long, one meter wide, and only a foot thick—surprisingly small.

Intricate black engravings covered its surface, forming an ancient dragon coiled around the entire coffin.

A coffin as dark as night, wrapped in an eerie black dragon pattern.

The sight of it sent chills down their spines.

“Is the owner of this tomb… a child?”

Nanshen Xin’er and the others stared curiously at the black coffin.

No emperor would have such a small burial chamber.

What kind of ruler had such a coffin?

“This is not a coffin.”

Ling Ye finally spoke.

“Not a coffin?”

Nanshen Xin’er and the others were puzzled.

This was an ancient tomb, wasn’t it?

If that wasn’t a coffin, then what was it?

“This is a sword case.”

Ling Ye walked forward as he spoke, placing his palm on the black dragon case.

A surge of dark Spiritual Qi flowed into it.

The intricate engravings on the case came alive, humming with a mysterious energy.

The next moment, the case split open from the middle.

A terrifying Sword Qi burst forth, filling the entire hall in an instant.

The sheer pressure froze the air, as if the entire space had been sealed in ice.

All eyes turned to the inside of the sword case.

Inside, eight compartments of different sizes were revealed.

Each held an ancient sword of unique shape and design.

Though the swords lay dormant, the immense Sword Qi radiating from them sent shivers through everyone.

“What terrifying ancient swords!”

Nanshen Xin’er and the others gasped in shock.

If these swords were this powerful while at rest, what would happen if they were unsheathed?

Even Nanshen Xin’er had a dreadful premonition—if these eight swords were unleashed, her life could be taken in an instant.

Ling Ye calmly withdrew his palm, and the case closed once more.

It was clear that opening the sword case required a great deal of energy.

“This is the most valuable treasure in the entire ancient tomb. Take it.”

Ling Ye glanced at Nanshen Xin’er.

“With your current cultivation, you should be able to control three of these swords. Only after reaching the Soul Realm will you be able to wield all eight.”

This sword case had been described in detail in the original book.

Summoning just one of these swords granted near-invincibility against cultivators of the same realm.

With three swords, Nanshen Xin’er—who was in the middle stage of the Divine Realm—could easily defeat even those at the late stage.

And if someone could control all eight swords, they might even challenge those in the Soul Realm.

However, summoning all eight was impossible for anyone below the Soul Realm.

Only those at Ling Ye’s current level could fully unleash its power.

If Ling Ye were to use this sword case now, even late-stage Soul Realm cultivators wouldn’t be able to defeat him.

But if Nanshen Xin’er wanted it, he had no problem giving it to her.

After all, he was already invincible—whether he used it or not made no difference.

“I don’t want it.”

Nanshen Xin’er suddenly shook her head.

“You don’t want it?”

Ling Ye looked at her, slightly surprised.

Hadn’t she asked him to come all this way for treasures?

Now, the greatest treasure was right in front of her, and she didn’t want it?

“I don’t use swords.”

Nanshen Xin’er smiled and continued, “This sword case suits Your Majesty far better. Since Your Majesty brought us here, the best things should belong to you.”

That was her reasoning.

She didn’t use a sword.

And without Ling Ye, they never would have made it here.

So naturally, the best treasure should go to him.

“If Your Majesty wants anything from here, please take it all. We’ll take whatever Your Majesty doesn’t need.”

She spoke sincerely.

Apart from the black dragon sword case, there were countless treasures inside—powerful weapons, high-rank cultivation techniques, and combat skills.

But without Ling Ye, they would have never gained access to this place.

So, it was only right that he had the first pick.

Whatever Ling Ye left behind would still be far superior to anything found outside the tomb.

Hearing her words, Ling Ye smiled.

This was the difference between a supporting character and a heroine.

A sensible, considerate woman versus a selfish and arrogant one.

In the original book, when Ling Ye brought Gu Shengyan here, she had taken everything without hesitation.

Without even thinking of leaving anything for Ling Ye.

She always assumed that every treasure in the world belonged to her.

Whether she needed them or not didn’t matter—it was hers to take.

Ling Ye turned to Su Xinyue.

“Focus on breaking through to the Grand Mystery Realm. Once you do, you should be able to summon at least one sword.”

Since Nanshen Xin’er didn’t want it, he would give it to Su Xinyue.

She was a swordswoman, after all—it suited her better.

“But… wouldn’t that be a waste of the sword case?”

Su Xinyue hesitated. “Master, wouldn’t it be more appropriate for you to use it?”

She knew her own cultivation level.

At her current stage, she couldn’t even summon a single sword.

Only Ling Ye could fully wield its power.

“If I ever need it, I’ll take it back from you.”

Ling Ye smiled.

He was already the strongest in the world.

Even Leng Youyun had to avoid direct conflict with him.

Did he really need a sword case?

If the time came when it was useful, he could simply retrieve it from Su Xinyue.

It was as if they were sharing it.

Hearing his words, Su Xinyue finally nodded.

“Then… thank you, Master.”

If Ling Ye said she should keep it, she would do so.

“There are plenty of other treasures here. Little White Tiger, take whatever you want.”

Ling Ye glanced at Nanshen Xin’er.

The only thing of value to him here was the sword case.

The rest, though valuable to others, was meaningless to someone in the Soul Realm.

So, if Nanshen Xin’er wanted anything, she was free to take it all.

Chapter 80: From Now On, Gu Shengyan Will Be a Leek

“Hey, thank you, Your Majesty!” Nanshen Xin’er suddenly smiled, her voice sweet and playful.

The others in Nanshen Palace also praised Ling Ye for his generosity, but at the same time, they were curious. Why did His Majesty call their Palace Master “Little White Tiger”? What did it mean? Could it be an intimate name between lovers? It sounded unusual… perhaps a personal nickname between the two? But calling her “Baby” would be more fitting, right?

Without dwelling on it too much, Nanshen Xin’er led the people from Nanshen Palace to start counting the treasures in the ancient tomb and storing them in their rings. Meanwhile, Su Xinyue casually looked around to see if there was anything useful for her. As Ling Ye’s disciple, anything she wanted was naturally hers.

Ling Ye, however, had no interest in these treasures. He was more curious about something else—who was the owner of this ancient tomb? A tomb of this scale had been built, yet the supposed “coffin” was actually a sword case. Why? In all the historical records and the knowledge he had from the original novel, this was never explained.

“Master!” Su Xinyue suddenly walked over, holding a scroll in her hands. “This thing is a bit strange!”

“Strange?” Ling Ye looked at the scroll she was holding. At first glance, it seemed ordinary.

“It’s a map,” Su Xinyue said as she opened the scroll.

Indeed, inside was a map, but the locations marked on it were completely unfamiliar. Ling Ye had never seen or heard of them before. It was as if this map depicted a world entirely separate from their own. Ling Ye narrowed his eyes. A place like this, filled with high-rank techniques and priceless treasures, wouldn’t contain something useless. If this map appeared here, there had to be something special about it.

“Master, look again!” Su Xinyue suddenly closed the map and then reopened it.

Something strange happened—the map had changed. All the landmarks, all the routes—it was now a completely different map!

“This is really odd,” Su Xinyue said, her brows furrowed. “Every time I open it, the map changes!”

Curious about its nature, she had tested it repeatedly, closing and reopening the scroll. Each time, the map transformed into something entirely different. Every new version marked different locations, different paths.

Ling Ye’s interest grew as he took the scroll from Su Xinyue and repeated the process himself. Just as she said, the map kept changing. But no matter how many times it shifted, there was always a red dot marked in different places.

What was the connection between these marked locations? Ling Ye kept experimenting, opening and closing the map over and over again.

Then suddenly, his movements stopped.

For the first time, the locations marked on the map were familiar. He knew them all. This time, the map clearly displayed the Great Imperial Empire, the surrounding territories, and even the entire known world.

“This is… a map of our world?” Su Xinyue also noticed.

Now, the Great Imperial Empire was marked on it. That meant the map was displaying their current world.

Ling Ye narrowed his eyes. If the map now showed their world, then what did the previous maps depict? Other worlds?

That made sense. In a fantasy setting like this, multiple worlds weren’t uncommon. Other realms, parallel dimensions, distant universes—this was a standard trope in these kinds of stories.

But there was something odd. Regardless of how many times the map changed, there was always a marked red dot. If there were different worlds, why was there always a special point indicated on each version?

And something else stood out.

Now that the map displayed their world, there weren’t just one or two red dots—there were five.

Why did their world have five marked locations, while all the other maps only had one? What was special about these places?

Another question surfaced in Ling Ye’s mind. This ancient tomb was from an era long past, yet the map inside depicted the world as it was today. Back then, the Great Imperial Empire hadn’t even existed. How could an ancient map show a world that had yet to form?

It didn’t make sense.

Ling Ye stared at the map, lost in thought. If that was the case… he could just go to these locations and find out. He carefully memorized the five marked locations before putting the map away.

Then, he turned to Su Xinyue and smiled. “Once everything here is settled, I’ll take you on a journey, disciple.”

“En!” Su Xinyue nodded excitedly. As long as she could stay by Ling Ye’s side, she was happy to go anywhere.

Ling Ye glanced at the map once more.

The original novel never described the world in full detail. And with the female villain Leng Youyun still alive, it was clear that the novel extended beyond what was written in the first installment. Perhaps this was a classic trilogy-style novel, where the world was much larger than initially revealed.

If that was the case, then things were getting even more interesting.

This world might be far grander than he had originally thought.

Ling Ye turned his gaze back to Su Xinyue.

In the original novel, Gu Shengyan had taken everything from this tomb. By the time the novel reached its finale, the map had been buried deep in her storage ring, never to be used.

But luckily, Ling Ye had brought Su Xinyue and Nanshen Xin’er with him this time.

If not, who knew how long this map would have remained hidden?

After securing everything of value, Ling Ye and his group left the ancient tomb. His plan was to return to the empire, make the necessary arrangements, and then set off with Su Xinyue on their journey.

Meanwhile, at the Void Demon Palace…

…

Inside the soul-refining formation, the soul body that had been within Gu Shengyan was now nearly transparent, on the verge of vanishing completely. But at the last moment, it managed to hold on.

“Bring them up,” Leng Youyun ordered, standing at the edge of the formation.

Gu Shengyan and Mu Zihua were immediately dragged forward.

With a wave of her hand, Leng Youyun shut down the massive soul-refining formation.

The moment the soul body was freed, it instinctively flew back into Gu Shengyan’s body and fused with her once more. All that remained floating in midair was a trace of pure soul energy.

“Leave,” Leng Youyun said coldly.

Gu Shengyan and Mu Zihua were stunned.

She… was letting them go?

Without wasting another second, the master and disciple turned and fled in a panic. They didn’t care why Leng Youyun had spared them—what mattered was that they were alive.

But as they ran, they failed to notice a faint flick of Leng Youyun’s fingers.

A wisp of blood-red Spiritual Qi shot forward, embedding itself at the back of Gu Shengyan’s neck.

Leng Youyun had left a mark inside Gu Shengyan’s body.

Now, she could track her at any time.

Once the soul body inside Gu Shengyan had grown strong enough, she would capture her again, extract the power, and repeat the process.

From now on, Gu Shengyan… would be her endless supply of energy.

Her personal, inexhaustible leek.