The Comeback of the Cannon-Fodder Supporting Actress

Chapter 820 - 801: The Strongest Fox Spirit 1

Anning still didn’t understand what was going on, but she conveniently struck up a conversation with the pheasant.

"What brings you here, sister?"

The pheasant happily hopped over to Anning, pecking lightly at her soft, white fur: "Sister, I can transform into a human now. I can finally transform into a human form."

After speaking, the pheasant spun around, and a girl dressed in colorful clothes appeared before Anning.

Anning glanced at the girl, feeling that it was quite an eyesore.

How to describe it, the girl’s clothes aside, which were similar in color to the pheasant’s feathers, but her hair was a mess piled on her head. Her face had makeup, with dark circles, long upward-tilted eyebrows, and black lips.

Anning thought this was quite similar to those non-mainstream makeup styles seen in modern times.

"Sister, am I pretty?"

The pheasant proudly asked.

"Pretty."

Anning replied against her conscience, and after speaking, she covered her chest, feeling a pang of guilt.

"I knew this looks beautiful."

The pheasant became even prouder.

She bent over and picked up Anning: "Is your wound healed, sister?"

Anning nodded: "Almost healed."

The pheasant giggled, and although she was in human form, her laughter still resembled a rooster’s crowing.

Anning almost wanted to cover her ears.

The pheasant sat down holding Anning: "Sister, I can transform now too. Say, could you give me a name?"

"Sure."

Anning thought for a moment: "Since you’re originally a chicken, why don’t we start with Ji as the surname, and for the name..."

The pheasant was a bit unhappy: "I don’t want the surname Ji. It doesn’t sound nice. I have phoenix blood, so I’d rather have the surname Feng."

"That works too."

Anning agreeably said: "As for the name..."

The pheasant was quicker than Anning: "Sister, what’s your name?"

Only then did Anning remember, it seemed this body also only transformed recently and hadn’t been named yet.

"My surname is Hu, and I’m called Hu Anning."

The pheasant laughed: "Then I want a similar name to sister."

Anning wasn’t in the mood to think of words, so she casually said: "Then you can be called Feng Anan."

"Okay."

The newly named Feng Anning appeared even happier: "I have a name now. I’m called Feng Anan, I’m called Feng Anan."

Anning’s head was aching from her noise, so she said: "Anan, I still need to heal. Why don’t you go out and play first, and I’ll come find you once I’m better."

As for where to find her, Anning didn’t know, she just wanted to get Feng Anan to leave for now.

Feng Anan was still quite concerned about Anning. Hearing that she needed to heal, she quickly put her down: "Alright then, I’ll go see the third sister, and you rest first, sister."

After Feng Anan left, another little fox brought in some wild game for Anning to eat.

Anning pushed it away.

She definitely didn’t want to eat raw meat, and she wasn’t hungry anyway.

Once she sent the little foxes away, Anning finally had some peace and quiet.

She began thinking about organizing the original body’s memories.

Then, as she delved into them, Anning was even more dumbfounded.

She had unexpectedly arrived in the world of Divine Enthronement.

And this body was supposed to be the infamous Su Daji, and the pheasant that just left was the Nine-headed Pheasant Spirit, who, along with her, conspired against the loyal and righteous, leading to the fall of the Yin Shang Kingdom.

Anning held her forehead, wondering what kind of predicament this was.

She certainly didn’t want to serve King Zhou in Chaoge, nor did she want to be slayed by Jiang Ziya.

She began communicating with the original soul, trying to understand its desires.

The original soul was full of grievances.

She was initially a little demon who had cultivated for thousands of years in the Xuanyuan Tomb, wanting to quietly cultivate until one day she could become an immortal.

However, unexpectedly, Nuwa summoned the three demons of Xuanyuan Tomb with the Demon Flag and commanded them to find a way to destroy the Yin Shang Kingdom in the mortal world, promising them rewards once the task was accomplished.

It was already incredibly difficult for demons to cultivate, and even more so to become immortals. If they relied on their cultivation alone, they might never become immortals before they died.

But Nuwa was a Saint of the Demon Clan, and if she bestowed blessings, they might have a great fortune.

Because of this, the three demons began causing chaos in the mortal world, devising ways to enchant King Zhou into becoming an unrighteous ruler. To expedite the downfall of Shang, they framed loyal officials, harming countless people.

Finally, when she completed the task given by the Empress Nuwa and thought she could become an immortal, she was captured by Jiang Ziya, who wanted to execute her to appease the grievances of the people.

She pleaded with the Empress Nuwa, but the high and mighty Saint said she hadn’t instructed her to harm anyone. Since she disobeyed and harmed people, she was to be punished.

At that moment, the original soul really felt her heart turn cold.

After her death, her resentful spirit lingered in the world, and somehow, through the passage of time, she returned to a thousand years ago, to the time when she had just transformed into human form.

Having returned to this time, the original soul still wanted to die.

She had lost all motivation for cultivation.

Nuwa was a Saint of the Demon Clan, and when she summoned them with the Demon Flag, the original soul dared not refuse. Thinking she couldn’t avoid it in any case, she wondered why she should work hard to cultivate. If she didn’t cultivate and remained a low-leveled little monster, maybe the Empress Nuwa would overlook her and spare her life.

And then Anning came.

The original soul, not really wanting to live anyway, sensed Anning’s powerful Soul Power and willingly offered the body to her.

Anning looked at the elegant woman before her and asked: "What do you want?"

The woman smiled bitterly: "What do I want? In this world, when do I have a say? I’m just a puppet on strings for others. I don’t know who you are, only that you are stronger than me. I willingly give my body to you; do as you wish."

Anning asked again: "Don’t you have any wishes?"

"A wish?"

Unconsciously, a tear fell from the woman’s eye: "I want to be free. I don’t want to be used by the Empress Nuwa again, don’t want to harm so many people. If possible, could you give me a good end?"

Anning nodded: "Alright."

The woman smiled at Anning and bowed gracefully: "If possible, please treat my two sisters kindly, ensure my descendants can escape that calamity, I beg you."

After saying this, the woman’s figure gradually faded away.

And Anning received all of the woman’s memories.

She sorted through those memories, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

This time was still a millennium away from the start of Divine Enthronement, which gave Anning ample time to plan.

Anning was not afraid of Nuwa’s Demon Flag; if Nuwa summoned her again, she could simply not go.

After all, her Divine Soul was fundamentally free from the control of any deity or immortal in this world. Even though Nuwa was a Saint, she could not control a soul from another world like Anning’s.

Most importantly, when Anning arrived in this world, passing through chaos, her Divine Soul had absorbed some Chaotic Power, leaving her unafraid of anyone.

And if she wanted to protect the Xuanyuan Three Demons, and take care of the little fox demons in this cave, she must first cultivate properly.

In this world, personal strength is fundamental.

Only by becoming strong could she fear no one.

The original soul’s memory did contain methods of cultivation, but they were far too rudimentary for Anning to consider.