Transmigração para um Livro: A Contraofensiva da Bucha de Canhão que Comia Pipoca

“Useless! You can’t even master the simplest sword control technique—how dare you remain in the sect?” The piercing voice cut through the clamor of the training grounds, stabbing straight at Yun Yao.

Around her, the disciples cast disdainful gazes, their whispering like a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing incessantly at her ears.

Yun Yao drew a deep breath, struggling to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. It was only her first day after transmigrating into the novel, yet she faced a daunting challenge—the original character was a villainous supporting role: not only mediocre in talent, but also arrogant and domineering, having offended everyone in the sect.

Now, she had to endure in this body, learn sword flight, and survive the trial three months hence—or else her soul would be wiped out.

The jeers grew louder, and Yun Yao could almost hear their thoughts.

“Look at that idiot, she’ll never learn it.”
“Exactly, how did she even get into the sect?”
“She must have gotten in through connections.”

Yun Yao clenched her jaw, silently bemoaning her fate. Connections? Hardly—she’d been forcibly inserted here by the system!

At that moment, a cold voice sounded at her ear: “Yun Yao, if you can’t learn it, leave the sect sooner rather than later. Don’t bring shame upon our Clearwind Peak.” It was her master, Elder Clearwind.

He stroked his graying beard, impatience glimmering in his eyes.

Yun Yao secretly rolled her eyes but put on a facade of humility. “Master, your lesson is well taken. I’ll do my best.”

“Hmph, your bes