The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 494: The Cannon Fodder Birth Mother of the Child of Destiny 8

Unfortunately, before this person could speak, the moment the sword light flashed, the Green Rainbow in An Ning's hand had already swiftly struck out. In just a few short seconds, the two had already exchanged dozens of rounds.

Although chosen by the original host to entrust her child to in a moment of utter desperation, there was no doubt this person before her possessed remarkable cultivation. Barely over twenty years old, he had already stepped into the mid Foundation Establishment stage, and coupled with his decent swordsmanship, he was one of the few notable experts in today's declining cultivation world.

An Ning had only just recently established her Foundation;

her cultivation level was ultimately still somewhat weaker.

Within the small courtyard, cyan and red sword radiance continuously intertwined.

However, after several breaths, relying on superior swordsmanship, the longsword in An Ning's hand was still firmly pressed against the newcomer's neck.

As if unaware of the danger at his throat, his gaze lingering briefly on Xiao Yi, who was hurriedly chasing after them from not far away, Yan Xing's eyes soon reddened. Disregarding his already blood-stained lapel, he immediately took a step forward:

"Just who are you? What do you hope to accomplish by impersonating Qingyu?"

"What do you intend to do to A'Yi!"

Oh. An Ning's gaze paused on the seemingly furious, bloodshot red veins in the eyes of the person before her.

It seemed this Great Knight Yan, though somewhat overly sanctimonious, still had a bit of discernment.Or perhaps, he truly understood the original host well enough.

Looking at the child sprinting over from the distance, An Ning quickly sheathed her sword. Her cool, moon-like eyes clearly conveyed:

With your meager level of cultivation, would I really need to disguise myself and spin elaborate tales to deceive anyone?

Yan Xing: "……"

Xiao Yi: "……"

The small mountain village wasn't large to begin with, and it was currently dinnertime. Before long, due to the commotion of their fight, many villagers had begun peeking curiously from not far away, only to scatter instantly upon seeing the sword light in the duo's hands.

Immortals are fighting, and you're not running for your lives? Do you really think you can stick around to watch the show?

Who would have thought that scruffy-looking, bearded fellow was actually an immortal cultivator!

Since they were already exposed, it was estimated this place wouldn't be safe to stay for long.

Under little A'Yi's anxious "mediation."

Without further ado, after An Ning briefly explained her identity, and despite still having many doubts in his heart, the master and disciple quickly packed their belongings, preparing to leave once again.

A small bowl with a crack, several small wooden swords of varying lengths, the wooden doll gifted by the Chubby Boy next door...

Just the sight of the practiced, familiar movements of the older and younger pair made it clear this was obviously not the first time.

As the sun set in the west, the originally dilapidated little mountain village was also draped in a faint, golden-yellow halo.

The slowly rising cooking smoke was serene and beautiful.

Before leaving, Xiao Yi instinctively glanced back, a flicker of reluctance flashing in his large, dark eyes, but it was quickly suppressed, replaced once more by a bright, cheerful smile as he trotted up to An Ning, chattering like a little sparrow:

"Auntie, Auntie~ Where are we going later!"

An Ning: "……"

"Speak properly!"

"Oh..."

"Auntie, where are we going later?"

"We'll first go to a nearby villa to rest and recuperate. There will be several uncles there later. A'Yi, you'll stay with them for now."

In this remote, small place, inns were crowded and gossip-prone. The sudden appearance of so many cultivators would be far too conspicuous. Fortunately, the Xie Family had already rented a courtyard earlier.

Unfortunately, before she could finish, Xiao Yi at her side instinctively spoke up urgently, his small hand unconsciously clutching a corner of An Ning's skirt:

"What about you, Auntie!"

"Auntie has some matters to attend to and needs to return to the mountain."

Her gaze sweeping over the old, pilled clothes on the little fellow before her, An Ning couldn't help but frown. She then shot a sidelong glance at the similarly roughly-dressed man in blue beside them.

Although she understood it was to avoid drawing attention, for an expert to be this poor was truly something else.

But that was all.

If he were a fake saint, only generous with what belonged to others, An Ning could have cursed him out a couple of times right now. But the problem was, the person before her was genuinely, radiantly saintly!

Not only was he generous with others' resources, he spared himself not a single bit either.

Fearing he would harm living beings, the first thing he did upon regaining a sliver of consciousness after being framed and falling into demonic qi was to beg his disciple to kill him without fail.

After agreeing to the original host's request, he never married, never pursued any romantic ties, dedicating his life wholeheartedly to raising Xiao Yi.

Their current impoverished state, aside from his inherently chivalrous and generous nature, was largely because the extreme northern lands were remote. Most valuable spiritual medicines grew deep in the mountains, surrounded by large demonic beasts.

With a child to worry about, venturing into such danger was simply impossible.

The master and disciple's only source of income was probably occasionally helping nearby villagers exorcise demons and ghosts. But given this man's character, it was likely mostly free labor.

He probably even subsidized those in truly dire straits.

One could only say, it would be strange if they weren't poor!

In short, the original host's feelings towards this man were probably quite complex.

Respecting him for keeping his promise and enduring hardship without complaint, yet resenting him for leaving the child with an inescapable shackle for life even at the moment of his death.

On the other hand, witnessing how deeply attached A'Yi had become to this person in just a few short days, Yan Xing's expression beside them was equally complicated.

But this had nothing to do with An Ning anymore. Regardless of what the other party thought, she was definitely taking the child away.

Unwilling to delay further, after some rest and preparation, and under the child's longing gaze, An Ning soon stood up.

"Wait, Miss Shen, you're returning to the mountain?"

An Ning gave an almost imperceptible nod. Accompanied by a familiar cyan light, the person before them soon vanished without a trace.

And An Ning's departure lasted a full three days.

When she returned, she held a brand new jade storage container. The jade pendant at her waist had also changed appearance, seemingly ordinary at first glance, yet anyone with a discerning eye could see the intricate cloud patterns and the powerful energy contained within.

The Xie Family followers who had come along were immediately awed, even if they didn't fully understand.

Oh, so she went back to request reinforcements!

It seems this reclusive master, though detached from worldly affairs, truly values Miss Shen, her disciple, a great deal!

As for why she didn't have this equipment during her first venture out of the mountain... well, who could have imagined that upon her very first outing, Miss Shen would have the misfortune to end up in such a dire situation?

But right now, the happiest one was undoubtedly Xiao Yi.

He was already overjoyed to see An Ning return on time as promised. Receiving a gift now made him smile until his eyes were mere slits.

Having just carefully changed into the new clothes, he couldn't wait to hop and skip over to An Ning:

"Wow, Auntie, Auntie, these clothes are so magical! They actually shrink by themselves!"

And they're so cool! Is it some powerful formation array?

It's just... after years of wearing such drab clothes, the little fellow couldn't help feeling a bit shy wearing such bright attire for the first time.

For the first time, he wondered if he'd look even better in red if his skin were a bit fairer.

An Ning: "……"

Hmm, well, crimson red isn't the most flattering for one's complexion, but fortunately, his features are still delicate and cute.

Giving the little fellow a once-over, An Ning adopted a rare serious expression:

"This magical robe is woven from the tail feathers of a thousand-year-old Fire Phoenix. It also bears a formation array personally inscribed by Master. It repels water, fire, and dust, and ordinary spirit swords cannot harm it in the slightest. Unless absolutely necessary, do not take it off in daily life."

Ah, it's that amazing?

"Then... this must be extremely, extremely precious?"

Carefully stroking the exceptionally soft fabric of his clothes, Xiao Yi asked with unusual trepidation.

"Yes! This was Master's beloved possession. So in the future, you need to create an even more magnificent magical robe for her, the Elder."

Seeing the little fellow nod solemnly with a grave face, and thinking of this child's boundless future creativity, a hint of a smile finally appeared on An Ning's face. She casually tossed down a jade vial:

"These are Marrow-Cleansing Pills. Once we're settled in a while, I will personally teach you cultivation..."

Not far away, upon hearing their conversation, Yan Xing, who had originally intended to come over and discuss the matter of the child's custody, instantly halted his steps. Especially when he looked at the pouch in his hand, which still contained less than half of the spiritual medicines he needed to collect.

Actually, he should have been able to finish collecting them this time. But that other child was so gravely ill. While Yi'er's cultivation would just be delayed a bit, that other child would likely not survive without the spiritual medicine.

Yan Xing knew in his heart that even if he had ten thousand chances to choose again, he would make the same choice. But now, looking at Yi'er before him, who was grinning from ear to ear, practically ready to spin in circles with joy upon hearing he could cultivate...

After a long silence, Yan Xing silently retreated once more.

Pretending not to see the silently retreating footsteps, and having pacified her lively little nephew, An Ning soon arrived at a study:

"Third Young Master Xie, I wish to make a deal with your Xie Family..."

Seeing the contents on the paper slip in his hand, even though he was somewhat prepared, Xie Xuan couldn't help his pupils contracting in shock.