The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 499: Birth Mother of the Cannon Fodder Child of Destiny (13)

A figure clad in a wide-sleeved, flowing robe woven with patterns of profound black and gold stood high in the air, the fabric snapping sharply in the morning wind. His features were deep and profound, his nose bridge high and straight. Due to his cultivation, he appeared to be only in his twenties, yet simply standing there with his hands clasped behind his back, he exuded a majestic and awe-inspiring authority as vast and deep as an abyss or an ocean.

Truly worthy of being the number one expert of this era!

Nangong Ding, the Sect Leader of the Xuanming Sect, and also the biological father of the little brat beside her.

What concerned her more, however, were the faint flashes of red light deep within his pupils, especially when he unleashed a full-force strike, his surging spiritual energy instantly assaulting the great formation.

He was actually taking action personally! It seemed the "half-step Golden Core" was truly alluring to the man before her.

"Oh?"

With a single palm strike sent downwards, seeing the great formation before him remain utterly unchanged, the originally indifferent, narrow eyes of Nangong Ding finally showed a slight flicker of change.

"Not bad. There's something to it!"

"All of you, step back!"

With just that faint utterance, all his subordinates who had been continuously attacking the barrier, along with the group of formation experts who had forcibly entered the formation only to be tossed out missing arms and legs, all stiffened their expressions and hastily retreated a step.Then, they saw their leader casually raise his hand. The next instant, a longsword shimmering with purple lightning suddenly appeared...

Realizing their Sect Leader's intention, the crowd retreated even more frantically, subconsciously holding their breath.

Sure enough, the next moment, lightning flashed and thunder roared, wind and clouds abruptly changed. Accompanied by the leading figure in black robes swinging his sword, a colossal thunderbolt seemed to instantly envelop the entire sky...

The overwhelming sword energy, even from miles away, could be felt—that bone-deep, domineering force.

Like the man before them, he wouldn't act unless necessary, but once he did, it was with the force of a thunderous avalanche.

The deeper one was trapped within it, the more one could truly and viscerally experience that bone-chilling sense of oppression.

In that instant, An Ning swiftly dismissed any thought of having an opportunity to go out and face him head-on.

Tsk, no wonder the Xuanming Sect had been so arrogant and domineering all these years, and those so-called "righteous sects" hadn't dared utter a single peep of protest.

If this man hadn't later been so impatient for success, hadn't suffered qi deviation... Hah...

Thinking of this, An Ning couldn't help but raise her hand again and give the round little head of the small figure beside her a hard, vigorous rub.

He possessed the same Heavenly Thunder Spirit Root. It must be remembered that in the predetermined future, this little one was a genuine half-step Golden Core cultivator and a sword path genius. In terms of pure strength, he was even a notch above the man before them.

And yet, what was the final result?

The father was tyrannical and unscrupulous. Yet, all the "righteous sects," including the demonic cultivators, were timid and submissive, not daring to even breathe heavily under his oppressive rule.

The son was soft-hearted and benevolent. Yet, those very people could hoist the banner of righteousness and morality, pushing their luck and stepping all over him.

This wasn't to praise the former. After all, this Sect Leader Nangong was truly ruthless and cruel, often treating human lives as worthless grass. Otherwise, the original host wouldn't have known the road ahead was perilous yet still risked her life to take her son and flee.

But such a glaringly obvious disparity was truly...

Exceptionally hard to swallow!

Thinking this, the force of An Ning's rubbing hand grew a bit heavier again.

Xiao Yi, who had inexplicably acquired a bird's nest for a hairstyle: "???"

In any case, the moment the sword's force descended, the great formation, constructed with countless piled spiritual materials, began to shake violently.

Moreover, on the formation's foundation, the stacked spirit stones were visibly and rapidly losing their luster.

Inside the formation, the hearts of the Xie family members, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly leapt to their throats.

At this critical moment, it was Third Young Master Xie who reacted fastest. Noticing the spiritual materials seemed to be depleting, he hastily turned to look at the Family Head beside him.

"Father!"

"Hurry, notify all the elders to increase their spiritual energy output!"

In this moment of crisis, Family Head Xie's reaction was equally swift.

Fortunately, this exact scenario had been explained by An Ning when she first provided the formation diagrams.

No matter how powerful a formation, it would gradually lose effectiveness as the spiritual energy within its foundation dissipated.

The Xie family had long been prepared for this. After consuming nearly an entire storeroom's worth of spiritual materials, the formation, which had been shaking intermittently, stabilized once more.

Suc... succeeded!

This was the Xuanming Sect, feared by everyone!

This great formation could actually withstand the number one expert of the current era!

Amidst the immense joy and relief, the people inside the formation, having survived a catastrophe, couldn't help but let out a huge sigh of relief.

Even for the number one expert, a full-force strike of this magnitude would expend at least half of his spiritual energy. Knowing his arrogance, there wouldn't be a second attempt anytime soon.

Only then did everyone truly and completely relax.

Hmm... This was really, truly too difficult!

On the scene, many of the more timid ones even burst into tears on the spot.

All thanks to Miss Shen! Along with their gratitude, the Xie family members couldn't help but feel profoundly fortunate.

Thank goodness they had convinced her to stay back then.

At this moment, Family Head Xie and all the elders felt even more grateful for that decision back then.

An Ning, under the gazes of the crowd seeing her as a living Bodhisattva and the sparkling, bright eyes of her little nephew beside her: "..."

Unbeknownst to them, the person who also secretly breathed a sigh of relief at this moment was An Ning herself.

Formations are based on energy. The same formation in a low-spiritual-energy world versus a high-spiritual-energy world could be described as worlds apart.

Not just formations, but magical artifacts were the same.

And the strength of this Sect Leader Nangong was clearly far more formidable than she had previously imagined.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, there was no last-minute failure!

Casually storing the jade pendant sealed with sword energy back into her space, An Ning's expression remained as calm and unreadable as ever.

Witnessing this, the Xie family members grew even more awestruck, feeling she was profoundly unfathomable.

Truly worthy of being the beloved disciple of a lofty master!

Some with deeper thoughts even speculated that Miss Shen's composure suggested she must still have aces up her sleeve.

Indeed, just looking at the power of today's formation, although that lofty master seemed aloof, he truly had nothing but the best for his disciple, Miss Shen.

The carelessness from before, once was enough!

Thinking this, the looks in their eyes grew even more respectful.

Meanwhile, outside the main gate.

For the first time witnessing even their own Sect Leader meet with defeat, the members of the Xuanming Cult were stunned.

Wait, what? This Xie family... was actually this powerful?

However, the moment they looked up, what met their eyes was the clearly contemptuous, cold smile on their leader's face.

High in the air, the hem of his profound black and gold robe snapped sharply.

Everyone's hearts instinctively clenched.

"Hah, if they truly had the strength, they wouldn't be turtling up like this now!"

"Fools. What's truly formidable is the formation path expert inside."

"Then, Sect Leader, what should we...?"

Knowing full well how deep their Sect Leader's obsession with the Golden Core was, a subordinate behind him suppressed his panic and stepped forward. However, the response he received was the sight of his master's profound black and gold robe hem already vanishing from sight.

Long accustomed to their Sect Leader's temperament, this subordinate wasn't particularly surprised.

Taking a deep breath, he called over a few subordinates and gave them low-voiced instructions. Only then did this man in red robes coldly speak.

"Let's go!"