Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

It left Ning Shu feeling like she had punched a pile of cotton—frustratingly ineffective.

She had spent days living in that rundown house, only for this to be the result.

On top of that, Ou Haoxuan, Min Haochu, and Mu Yeyao barely ever appeared in public. Even after the live-stream incident, Min Haochu hadn’t shown up.

Ning Shu felt something was off. Ou Haoxuan was a proud person—arrogant to the point of dismissing others entirely. He spoke and acted on impulse.

It wasn’t like him to lie low for so long. He probably wanted to tear her apart.

But still, there was no movement.

It was understandable for Mu Yeyao to stay out of sight, given his family’s unique background.

Ning Shu closed her eyes and activated the tracking system.

Each use costs five merit points though.

But Ning Shu steeled herself. So what if it costs five merit points? If she failed this time, she’d have to complete six consecutive tasks.

A pop-up appeared, asking, “Do you wish to pay five merit points for tracking?”

Ning Shu clicked “yes.”

Merit points were hard to come by, and just like that, five were gone.

Inwardly, Ning Shu cursed the person who had created this system.

The tracking system began its search.

When she saw the result, Ning Shu realized they were far away—on the other side of the world.

So it turns out they had gone abroad.

It was a way to avoid trouble while also gaining some “gold-plating” overseas.

Ning Shu scratched her head in frustration. It was easy for those people to go abroad, but for her, it wasn’t so simple.

It was a hassle—she’d need to apply for a visa, and if anything happened to those two in the future, people would undoubtedly suspect her.

Besides, there was already the incident with the radio station, and plenty of people were tracking her movements.

Feeling a bit helpless, Ning Shu shrugged, put on a hat, and went to the bank to withdraw all the money from her account.

She then bought some supplies and headed back to the temple to check on Yi Xiaodong.

Yi Xiaodong was doing well at the temple and had drawn many things—flowers, trees, birds—all vivid and lifelike.

Flipping through his drawings, Ning Shu smiled and said, “Xiaodong, you’ve drawn these really well.”

“Keep these safe. One day, you can showcase them at an art exhibition.”

As he ate the snacks Ning Shu had brought, Yi Xiaodong, still full of childish innocence, asked, “Big Sis, have you finished your business?”

“Not yet,” Ning Shu replied. “I came back to check on you. After seeing you, I’ll have to go again.”

“Oh, you still have to leave?” Yi Xiaodong looked disappointed but said, “It’s okay, you go ahead. I’ll wait for you to come back. The Daoist priest is very kind to me.”

Ning Shu nodded and, before leaving, donated some incense money to the temple and handed the priest an ancient cultivation manual.

This was a handwritten copy of a cultivation manual she had exchanged for and read a long time ago. She made the copy and treated it to look old before coming to the temple.

She gifted it to the priest, saying, “Daoist Priest, this is something I found in the city. It seems to teach cultivation techniques. It might suit you. Give it a try—you never know, it might work.”

The priest accepted it and promised to take good care of Yi Xiaodong.

Only then did Ning Shu feel at ease to leave. She didn’t know when she would return from this trip abroad.

This task was seriously wearing her out.

It was so annoying!