The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 501: The Cannon-Fodder Son of Fate’s Mother, (15)

"They're back again. These people really won't give up!"

The fight ended quickly. In less than half an hour, a pile of masked men in black clothes lay on the ground. Yet the red-clad youth who had been surrounded in the middle hadn't so much as smudged the hem of his clothing from start to finish. In the end he couldn't help but complain:

"Seriously, they're getting more useless!"

What is this—doesn't this sound exactly like what my little aunt calls being all talk and no skill?

He dispatched the last assassin cleanly, sheathed his longsword, and then casually took an osmanthus candy out of the jade steps' storage and popped it into his mouth. Xiao Yi then grinned and ran toward the blue-clothed woman a short distance away.

Cultivators have keen senses; from far off she smelled a familiar sweet fragrance. Seeing A-Yi's chubby cheeks stuffed with candy, An Ning couldn't help but be momentarily speechless.

Somehow, ever since she took him in and settled down, despite all the sour, sweet, salty, and spicy dishes they often had, this kid insisted on sweets above all else. Everything sweet.

Especially pastries and candies. Once, when An Ning whimsically had the kitchen make a cream cake, his obsession spiraled out of control.

As far as she knew, the storage jade ring he carried now contained half a ring's worth of small cakes in various flavors, plus the candied hawthorn he had just bought in the street.

Well, at least they both trained, so he exercised a lot every day. Otherwise...Her gaze lingered for a moment on the red-clad youth's lean, muscular frame. She seemed to recall something; An Ning's eyes flickered oddly for an instant...

"Aunt, where are we going later?"

Amid smoke and pine-scented woodland, while turning a nearly-roasted mountain chicken and handing the plumpest leg to An Ning, Xiao Yi finally asked with a grin.

Because assassins kept appearing along the way, the two had avoided making a spectacle by staying at inns, not wanting innocent bystanders hurt if a fight broke out.

Ever since leaving the Xie Family gate, they had encountered all sorts of demons and ghosts.

Not just the Xuanming Cult; many respectable orthodox sects were eager for trouble too. There was no helping it—besides her face, who could blame them? Xiao Yi had been raised by her to be too charming.

Pink lips, white teeth, a little face so fair it seemed to glow; many people could easily see traces of certain others in his features.

No wonder, the moment they showed up on the first day of the lunar month, different factions had started tailing them.

The upside was that with one wave of attacks after another, not only Xiao Yi's combat ability, but An Ning's real-world fighting skills had been soaring too.

Ah, martial arts are such a hassle. Unlike other knowledge, when you change bodies you lose more than half.

After enjoying a feeding session from her little nephew, one must admit people who love to eat often cook well—well, except for lazy ones like her.

The roasted mountain chicken was golden and juicy, glazed freshly with honey sauce—delicious.

After a leisurely lunch, An Ning slowly lifted a handkerchief to wipe her mouth and murmured:

"No rush, wait a bit longer. I figure in a few days your father, who hides deep in the inner court, should step out."

Xiao Yi: "……"

Hiding in the inner court really suits him! Hearing the snippets of news she sometimes overheard in town, Xiao Yi couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth.

After all, every major sect knew how frantic this man was. Seven years ago, when he failed to invade the Xie Family, he simply shifted his focus to the big sects and noble houses.

He allowed his followers to plunder secret treasures and manuals in order to glean inspirations for breakthroughs. Those who resisted met brutal ends.

After all, those surviving sects and families usually had deep roots of their own.

He himself spent most of his time researching these matters.

In his behavior he was even more extreme than in his previous life.

More importantly, this lifetime he apparently failed to seize something from the Xie Family. Although Sect Leader Nangong was still ruthless, in An Ning's view, given his current willpower, he was still far from falling into qi deviation.

You could imagine how desperate his followers were.

Still, An Ning felt no sympathy for these so-called "righteous orthodox sects."

What a joke—who would be foolish enough to pity their enemies?

Didn't the original owner, who had once been kind and righteous, almost turn dark herself after witnessing what her only son went through?

On the other hand, Xiao Yi's earlier master, Yan Xing, couldn't tolerate the Xuanming Sect's actions. Over the years he had spent himself rescuing people and clashed with those men many times.

He was now firmly on the Xuanming Sect's hit list.

Yet remarkably, Master Yan's luck was uncanny. Every time An Ning thought he was about to be in danger, fate somehow let him slip through injuries unscathed repeatedly.

He was simply too busy—either rushing to save someone or on the run from assassins. Once, Xiao Yi even modified a batch of communication talismans, and when they finally contacted him, within two sentences the person was gone...

"Master really is busy!"

After a brief sigh, Xiao Yi quickly put it out of his mind. This was, after all, his master's lifelong belief and pursuit.

Giving up some expectations, Xiao Yi thought this was fine. He planned to improve the protective jade pendant and send it to Master Yan when he had the chance.

Master Yan's life was thrilling but far too dangerous.

But that's another matter. After that day, though puzzled, Xiao Yi didn't press. Knowing his aunt's personality, she wouldn't have taken him on such risks unless she was sure.

Besides, thinking about that magnificent sword move from that day, Xiao Yi gripped his longsword, feeling a thrill, eager to try it.

As usual, the two continued their travels, playing games and fighting off trouble along the way.

Until this day:

"Miss Shen, young master, the Sect Leader requests your presence!"