From cannon fodder villain to beloved heroine

Yan Rugo stared at the flashing symbols on the wall. They resembled some kind of ancient script, with intricate lines intertwined and winding, like a labyrinth that was difficult to understand.

The system page scrolled rapidly, but no matching information could be found immediately.

Damn it, this broken system failed at the crucial moment!

She cursed under her breath, her fingertips flailing anxiously in the air.

The poisonous fog in the sealed room grew thicker and thicker, making it difficult to breathe, and the air was filled with a nauseatingly sweet smell.

Xu Yi'an paced back and forth in the secret room, his sharp eyes scanning everything around him.

Apart from the strange symbols, there were no other decorations on the walls, and the floor was flat and smooth without a single gap.

He tapped the wall gently, trying to hear a hollow sound, but only heard a dull echo.

This secret room was like an iron barrel, trapping them firmly inside.

"How is it? Any clues?" Xu Yi'an's deep voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.

Yan Rugo scratched her hair in frustration, her brows furrowed: "This scribbled mess isn't even recorded in the system! It's outrageous!"

Just when the two were at their wits' end, Yan Rugo had a flash of inspiration.

and many more!

She recalled the scriptures she had seen in the side hall before, and one of the pages seemed to have similar symbols!

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, her photographic memory was truly remarkable.

"I remember now! It's in the side hall!" Yan Rugo said excitedly, grabbing Xu Yi'an's hand. "The scriptures I saw in the side hall before seemed to have similar symbols on them!"

Xu Yi'an was slightly taken aback, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but he then nodded firmly: "Okay! Let's take a gamble!"

The room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of their rapid breathing echoing in the background.

Yan Rugo closed her eyes, trying hard to recall the symbols and their order in the scriptures.

The surrounding poisonous fog seemed to sense their tension, churning even more violently, and the sweet, cloying smell in the air became even stronger, making it suffocating.

"This is it!" Yan Rugo suddenly opened her eyes, pointed to the symbols on the wall, and said firmly, "According to the order of the symbols in the side hall, the third and fifth symbols need to be swapped!"

Xu Yi'an took a deep breath, staring at the complex symbols, and a strange sense of trust welled up within him.

"Okay, I believe you!" He reached out and touched the symbol on the wall...

Xu Yi'an's fingers moved rapidly across the wall, as if playing a silent melody.

His gaze was focused and unwavering, as if he were performing a solemn ceremony.

With a soft "click," the symbols on the wall seemed to be activated, flashing with an eerie light.

Immediately afterwards, a deep rumbling sound came, and the walls of the secret chamber slowly moved to both sides, revealing a deep passage.

Yan Rugo's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile, while her eyes gleamed with cunning.

She knew it; her sister's extraordinary life was indeed bound to be successful!

The two quickly passed through the passage and returned to the main hall.

At this moment, Master Huikong was still sitting upright on the futon, looking compassionate, while the young novice stood obediently to the side, eyes downcast and mind at peace.

Yan Rugo sneered, her clear voice ringing out in the hall and breaking the false peace: "Master Huikong, isn't it time for your show to end?"

Master Huikong's expression stiffened, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and asked, feigning ignorance, "What do you mean by that, benefactor?"

Without wasting any words, Yan Rugo directly presented the evidence found in the secret room to everyone.

Those scriptures soaked in poison, those incense burners used for bewitching, and that secret room full of conspiracies—each one of them is enough to prove Master Huikong's true colors.

"This...this is impossible!" Miss Murong covered her mouth, her face full of shock.

She never imagined that Master Huikong, who seemed so compassionate, would be such a treacherous person.

"Amitabha! I was truly blind!" "This is no enlightened monk, but a reincarnated evil spirit!" The crowd discussed animatedly, their spittle nearly drowning Master Huikong.

Master Huikong and the young novice monk turned pale. Master Huikong could no longer maintain his hypocritical smile and collapsed onto the prayer mat like a deflated balloon.

The young novice monk trembled with fear, like a puppy abandoned by its owner, both pitiful and hateful.

Officials arrived quickly and took Master Huikong and the young novice away.

The people in the main hall looked at Yan Rugo with eyes full of admiration and gratitude.

They finally realized that the real hero was standing right in front of them.

Yan Rugo's lips curled up slightly, her heart filled with a sense of accomplishment.

I not only want to be the group's darling, but also the coolest darling!

In the crowd, Xu Yi'an's gaze remained fixed on Yan Rugo.

He slowly walked to Yan Rugo's side and, in front of everyone, took her hand.

Yan Rugo was slightly taken aback, then revealed a happy and shy smile.

She gently squeezed Xu Yi'an's hand back, as if responding to his burning affection.

People around them offered their blessings, and the air was filled with a sweet and romantic atmosphere.

"The matter has been resolved, let's go back to the manor." Xu Yi'an's voice was gentle yet firm.

Just as Yan Rugo was about to agree, she suddenly heard a startled exclamation beside her: "Madam!"

Before she could react, Xu Yi'an pulled her into a warm embrace, and she heard his deep voice whisper in her ear, "Be careful!"

Yan Rugo was held tightly in Xu Yi'an's arms, the faint scent of pine lingering around her nose. Before she could react, he carried her all the way back to the mansion.

The lady was safe and sound, and praised Yan Rugo highly, saying that she was a heroine who was no less capable than any man.

Wow, that's some serious flattery! Yan Rugo was so delighted that she almost couldn't resist crossing her legs.

After this ordeal, Yan Rugo became incredibly famous in aristocratic circles, earning the title of "the number one counter-terrorism expert in temples."

Wherever she goes, she is met with awe and respect, as if the word "boss" is engraved on her forehead.

Yan Rugo was thoroughly enjoying this moment of glory, her smile almost reaching the back of her head. She was also feeling very happy: This is a sure thing, my career is finally taking off!

However, just as Yan Rugo was immersed in joy, an undercurrent was quietly surging.

Rumors about her and Xu Yi'an behaving intimately and improperly in the temple spread like a virus throughout the mansion and aristocratic circles.

Even worse, some people maliciously speculated about her motives for stopping the conspiracy, saying that she had ulterior motives and other ill intentions, which was simply throwing mud at her.

Yan Rugo's smile froze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed.

She stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her ears ringing as if a thousand mosquitoes were singing in unison.

She clenched her fists angrily, her nails digging deep into her flesh, trying to suppress the rage in her heart.

I thought I had reached the pinnacle of life, but I was suddenly doused with cold water when I was only halfway up the mountain. This feeling was absolutely exhilarating!

People around her started pointing and whispering, as if she were some kind of plague, and they wanted to stay far away from her.

The initial awe turned into inquiry and questioning.

Yan Rugo felt like a clown who had been stripped naked and exposed to the gaze of everyone, with nowhere to hide.

This sudden reversal caused her to plummet from the heights of fame to the depths of despair, leaving her completely disoriented. These onlookers, as always, never disappoint her.

Yan Rugo looked at Xu Yi'an, hoping that he could give her strength and support as usual.

But she saw that Xu Yi'an had his brows furrowed, his expression solemn, and he was deep in thought.

Yan Rugo's heart sank instantly.

Is this time, things really going to go awry?

Xu Yi'an slowly raised his head and said to Yan Rugo, "This matter is probably not that simple..."