The Comeback of the Cannon-Fodder Supporting Actress

Chapter 613 - 602: My Daughter Is a Vicious Supporting Female Character 2

When Anning regained consciousness, she felt pain all over her body, a deep, bone-piercing pain that nearly made her lose control and cry out.

She tried to move, but was completely immobilized.

Opening her eyes, Anning realized she had fallen onto a narrow ledge jutting out from the cliff.

The ledge was so narrow that it could only fit a person lying flat. Looking downward revealed the deep chasm below.

She closed her eyes again to concentrate, and now she couldn’t feel the soul of the original owner of the body.

She knew that the original owner must have died from the fall.

Because of her arrival, this body barely clung to a breath of life, but that was all, and she couldn’t move any part of her body. All she could do was lay there.

She was in pain, hungry, and thirsty, her whole body terribly uncomfortable.

Having transmigrated so many times, Anning accepted her current situation quite calmly.

She closed her eyes and began to sense this new world earnestly.

Then she discovered that the place where she had fallen was actually not bad, as there was a faint presence of Spiritual Energy.

Anning was delighted, and she began to silently operate her Cultivation Technique to absorb the Spiritual Energy.

As the Spiritual Energy entered her body, it began to nourish her broken body little by little.

However, the body was too weak, and the injuries were too severe. Anning practiced cultivation for several days and still couldn’t move.

If she remained immobile, she feared she would die of starvation or dehydration.

Fortunately, it began to rain, and Anning opened her mouth to drink some rainwater to quench her thirst.

After the rain, her throat was slightly soothed, and then she heard the cries of monkeys.

Anning quickly used the Divine Sense she had cultivated to communicate with the monkeys nearby, asking them to help gather some fruit for her to eat.

After about fifteen minutes, a little monkey brought a few pale red fruits down from the tree branches.

It sat beside Anning, curiously observing her, and then, it reached out its paw to rub Anning’s face.

Anning stared with eyes wide open, unable to move, and the monkey prodded her ears. After a couple of jumps on her body and seeing that Anning didn’t react, the monkey decided she was harmless and began to squeak.

Anning again used her Divine Sense to talk to the monkey, asking it to feed her some fruit.

Then, the monkey placed a piece of fruit onto Anning’s mouth.

Anning opened her mouth and bit into the fruit bit by bit.

The fruit didn’t taste good, somewhat sour and astringent, but at this moment, having fruit to eat was already quite good, and Anning was in no position to be picky.

After eating three pieces of fruit, Anning expressed her gratitude to the monkey.

The monkey squeaked again and ran off into the distance.

The next day, the little monkey brought Anning some Monkey Wine.

Day by day, Anning relied on the little monkey’s daily offerings to sustain her life.

After half a month had passed, Anning could finally move her legs and feet.

Another twenty days passed, and she managed to sit up.

Only when she sat up did she discover that the ledge was actually extending from a cave entrance.

Anning looked at the cave close by and began to move inside bit by bit. The short distance took her an entire fifteen minutes to crawl into the cave.

Once inside the cave, she found that the Spiritual Energy was denser than outside.

Although it was only a little denser, it was enough to make Anning ecstatic.

She continued her daily cultivation at the cave entrance.

Every day besides cultivating, she would move deeper into the cave, and each time, she would use her Divine Sense to explore for dangers or anything strange within.

Fortunately, the cave was clean and well-ventilated, ensuring that Anning wouldn’t get rained on.

However, once she went deeper into the cave, the little monkey no longer came to bring her food.

Anning could only scrape some moss or little bugs to eat from the mountain cave.

Fortunately, when she crawled deeper into the cave, she found some water sources, allowing her to have a sip of water.

Anning dragged her battered body in the cave for several months before being able to walk again.

As long as she could move and walk, finding food was not too difficult for her.

However, the first thing Anning had to do when she was able to move around was to clean herself.

She had been struggling to survive these past few months, with no energy left to bathe, and now her body was foul-smelling and dirty. If there had been another person here, they probably would’ve despised her to no end.

It took a great deal of effort to undress, find some water to bathe with, wash her clothes, and hang them up to dry. Anning sat in the cave, lost in thought.

She had only this set of clothes, with nothing else to change into, and they were already torn and tattered.

Wearing such clothes, she definitely couldn’t leave the mountain; her first task was to find a new set of clothes.

Once her clothes were dry, Anning put them on and continued deeper into the cave.

She wanted to explore this cave.

After all, the cave had more spiritual energy than the outside, perhaps there were treasures inside.

Walking and stopping, Anning took a morning to enter the spacious belly of the big mountain.

She found a few thatched huts here, containing some household items and several skeletons.

Anning didn’t fuss too much, first she found a set of clothes in the thatched hut to change into, buried the skeletons, and continued deeper into the cave, where she came across a valley.

The valley was filled with many herbs, and there were also some wild rabbits and wild chickens, along with a small stream.

The stream water was clear, with fish swimming in it.

Seeing all this, Anning was overjoyed.

She caught two fish and nabbed a wild rabbit, gathered twigs, and started a fire to cook.

Luckily, there was a cast-iron pot in the thatched hut and a few clay jars; Anning used the jars to stew the meat and prepared the fish as grilled fish.

After almost half a year, she could finally have a full meal, and Anning, biting into the grilled fish, was almost moved to tears.

This was truly not easy.

After eating, Anning wanted to leave this place.

But when she tried to exit the belly of the mountain, she encountered a problem.

She couldn’t get out.

Anning tried several times and then discovered that the belly of the mountain had its own array, set up by someone unknown, making this place easy to enter but not to leave.

It could be said that it was easy to get in, but extremely difficult to get out.

That’s when she realized why there were people who died here—the skeletons must have entered inadvertently and then never been able to leave. They had no choice but to build thatched huts and rely on the valley’s resources to survive.

They might have died of old age or sickness; it was unclear.

However, just because those people couldn’t leave didn’t mean Anning couldn’t either.

Anning was capable of breaking arrays, she just couldn’t do it right now.

She had been cultivating for nearly half a year, repairing her broken body to completion—although it could be said that even now her body’s condition was not up to that of an ordinary person.

If she wanted to break the array, Anning would have to patiently cultivate until she had enough cultivation to break out.

Having no choice, Anning could only patiently continue cultivating.

Fortunately, the valley was planted with medicinal herbs, and there were also some wild vegetables, along with plenty of wild rabbits, wild chickens, and fish. It wouldn’t be hard for Anning to survive.

Since she couldn’t leave, Anning wasn’t in a hurry to cultivate. She wandered around the valley and indeed found quite a few interesting things.

There wasn’t just one array here; the valley also had a ring formation.

The large array was to prevent whoever entered from leaving, while the smaller arrays included a Time Array that could alter the time inside from the outside world—two days within the array may only be half a day on the outside.

There were also arrays with hypnotic effects, after entering one would lose their wits, and another array had many books—these books were all well-preserved and were all out-of-print ancient tomes.

Just these books inside the array were already priceless, but it’s a pity those people could not take them away after entering and being unable to leave.