The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 502: The Cannon Fodder Biological Mother of the Child of Destiny 16

Gold and stone formed the walls, glazed green tiles adorned the roofs, and even the paving stones underfoot were genuine, top-grade spirit jade. Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, a massive beast statue, several people tall, stood imposing and awe-inspiring, as if holding its beastly head high, gazing down upon the vast multitude of common people beneath its feet.

On the massive cliff face of the mountain, a sword scar several feet deep stood etched upon it. Faintly, one could still sense the formidable sword intent emanating from it.

In short, from start to finish, the entire Xuanming Palace could be described as luxurious yet not lacking in imposing grandeur and domineering presence.

Perhaps they had been given some instructions, but everyone the two encountered along the way was extremely proper and respectful, their attitudes so mild they hardly seemed like members of a "demonic cult."

It wasn't until they arrived before a majestic, imposing main hall that An Ning suddenly spoke in an instant:

"Yi'er, step back!"

Before her words had even fully faded, a sharp, fierce palm wind instantly shot toward An Ning's position. Recognizing the other party's deliberate probing, An Ning swiftly raised her hand in response.

For a moment, cyan light and violet lightning intertwined. In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged dozens of blows mid-air.

Even their weapons evolved from the initial palm winds to their respective summoned spirit swords.

A duel between masters was naturally different from ordinary fights.It was true that Nangong Ding possessed exceptional talent, but An Ning's swordsmanship had been personally taught hand-in-hand over hundreds of years by a top-tier expert, a true grandmaster. Furthermore, as an elixir master, her control over her own spiritual energy was virtually unmatched. Thus, even though her current spiritual energy cultivation was inferior to his, for a time, the two were actually evenly matched, unable to determine a victor.

This utterly stunned the group of Xuanming Sect experts watching below.

"Huh? Ma... Madam is this powerful?"

This is the Sect Leader!

Yes, Madam. Even though An Ning had been claiming to be a reclusive disciple lately, with this face and the young master by her side, who else could she be but the Madam?

For a moment, under the immense pressure of the sword intent, they were simply dumbfounded! Coming to their senses, they hurriedly focused their attention completely.

This was a duel between masters, a rare encounter not to be sought!

Not far away, Xiao Yi was also staring unblinkingly at the movements of the two. He had already summoned Qingyao early on, prepared to rush up and help the moment his maternal aunt fell into a disadvantage.

As for who he would help, pfft! Wasn't that obvious?

Fortunately, after roughly an hour, the two in mid-air almost simultaneously withdrew their weapons.

Not even sparing a glance for her biological father nearby, the moment An Ning flew down, Xiao Yi, who had been waiting on the ground, impatiently rushed forward. After checking her over repeatedly and seeing she wasn't injured, he finally let out a huge sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard An Ning's light and cheerful tone beside him:

"Alright, let's go!"

Xiao Yi: "???"

The Xuanming Sect crowd: "..."

"Sect Leader, Madam... the young master... they..."

Unfortunately, no matter how many doubts they had, without Nangong Ding's permission, no one dared to overstep.

And so, the crimson-robed youth, utterly bewildered yet instinctively putting on a strong front of composure, just followed his maternal aunt, calmly leaving under the strange, watchful eyes of the entire Xuanming Cult.

What's more, before leaving, An Ning didn't forget to remind the leading purple-robed man: "I hope Sect Leader Nangong won't forget our previous agreement."

It wasn't until they had peacefully walked out of the mountain gate that Xiao Yi finally sidled up, grinning as he tugged at An Ning's sleeve:

"Oh right, Aunt, what did you two talk about earlier?"

Vaguely aware of the great price his mother had paid to take him away from here all those years ago, Xiao Yi couldn't help but be curious about the other party's current attitude.

"Did Aunt just make some kind of deal with that person?"

Meanwhile, inside the Xuanzheng Hall, after a thoroughly satisfying spar, the man in dark purple robes, with cold, handsome features, did not immediately enter seclusion. Instead, he issued a cold command to his subordinate beside him:

"Man in Red Robes, you go personally. Within the Xuanming Sect, deal with everyone who has taken action against those two over the years."

"Especially thirteen years ago. Anyone involved, no matter who, show no mercy!"

Within the hall, the man's icy voice, faintly tinged with a murderous aura, continued to sound.

Below, the Man in Red Robes and the others couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Huh? Thirteen years ago? Wasn't that when Madam first escaped with the young master?

Oh dear, does the Sect Leader mean... someone actually dared to defy the master's authority and secretly took action against Madam and the young master?

But it's not impossible.

From what he knew, the Sect Leader had been frequently entering seclusion these past years, ignoring worldly affairs. While the sect appeared normal on the surface, privately, quite a few had their own little schemes. Not just several of the Elders within the sect, but even the previous Madams... it was fortunate those young masters hadn't grown up yet back then, otherwise...

But this is good too. Walking out of the main hall, the Man in Red Robes couldn't help but rub his hands together eagerly. Hah, he'd long been fed up with these people!

Those fools only thinking about fighting for power and profit! Don't they even consider who exactly is the reason their Xuanming Sect has been so formidable all these years?

Still thinking about internal strife? Idiots! Don't they think about the conduct of those so-called "righteous sects"? The moment anything happens to the Sect Leader, those people would instantly unite, hoist the banner of justice, and carve up all of the Xuanming Sect's resources among themselves.

Tch! The Man in Red Robes couldn't help but sneer coldly.

Big fish eat little fish, little fish eat shrimp. It's been that way since ancient times, unchanging. They say our Xuanming Sect acts tyrannically, but are those righteous sects any better?

How many small families possessing treasures have vanished overnight? Can all of that really be blamed on us?

Thinking this, the Man in Red Robes quickened his pace once more.

It wasn't until the massive hall doors, several people tall, closed once more, that the man in dark robes on the purple-gold throne carved with a huge beast head, seemingly pondering something, found his gaze growing increasingly profound.

Half an hour earlier, after that thoroughly satisfying fight.

"Miss Shen, personal disciple of a reclusive master?"

"Indeed. Didn't Sect Leader Nangong already have his suspicions, even more so since they were just verified?"

Putting away Green Rainbow, An Ning's tone remained unchanged. Across from her, Nangong Ding neither confirmed nor denied, merely raising his eyes to glance at her as he said flatly:

"You are definitely not her!"

To be honest, over a dozen years had passed, and she wasn't someone important. Nangong Ding's impression of that person was undoubtedly very faint by now.

But some things ingrained in one's bones were destined not to change.

Like those so-called notions of righteousness, and that misplaced tolerance and kindness.

Thinking that leaving the Xuanming Sect meant his, Nangong Ding's, son could return to the righteous path and be accepted by those righteous people. Thinking that outside the Xuanming Sect, everywhere else was spring flowers and gentle rain!

Thinking that being soft-hearted meant others would be grateful!

Stupid! Ridiculous!

Nangong Ding inwardly sneered.

Continuing like this, with Yao'er's talent, in the current cultivation world, he would be devoured without even bones left.

In fact, the moment he received news of Yao'er, or saw the person, he knew the one before him was absolutely not Fu San herself.

Because someone like that could never raise such a decisive and sharp child!

The subsequent attack was merely confirmation.

But... a reclusive master?

And sixteen years old, mid Foundation Establishment, with talent clearly superior even to his own.

Interesting!

In the darkness, that person's voice still echoed in his ears:

"Sect Leader Nangong, what you cannot accomplish, others may not necessarily fail at. Rather than pinning hopes on the experiences of a group of ancestors who have already failed, why not look more toward the future. We are all cultivators. I believe you would also like to know just how far a true, peerless prodigy can go in this world..."

"But before that, regarding Yi'er, whether this son of yours will be friend or foe in the future, I believe you, Sect Leader, will have your own judgment."

At the same time, on the bustling, crowded market street, lowering her head to take a bite of the candied hawthorn her little nephew handed her, An Ning couldn't help but say cheerfully:

"Don't worry. As for this biological father of yours, while he is domineering and overbearing, and his temperament really can't be considered good, if you regard him simply as a martial artist obsessed with cultivation, then there's no need to worry at all!"

"So, we can go play everywhere from now on?"

Biting into a freshly baked osmanthus cake, Xiao Yi couldn't help but ask happily. Although pheasants and rabbits were delicious too, he still preferred these sweet little snacks on the street.

"That's right!"

An Ning nodded with a smile.

Pfft, facts prove that having a good fight has many benefits. Haven't you noticed? Since the news spread, whether it's evil heretics or righteous sects, all their little schemes have quieted down a lot!

However, just as the two were happily strolling through the market, they heard a familiar voice coming from not far away:

"Yi'er? Miss Shen?"