The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 503: The Cannon Fodder Birth Mother of the Child of Destiny 17

A figure in an unremarkable gray, old robe, with a similarly worn-looking storage bag of the same color hanging at the waist. The somewhat shabby attire could not conceal the inherent air of unrestrained, broad-minded knight-errant.

It was undoubtedly Yan Xing, who had been absent for a long time.

However, what surprised An Ning quite a bit was that following behind him at this moment was a female cultivator dressed in exceptionally plain white robes.

Seeing the two of them, especially the bright and open Yi'er who clearly had been living well these past years, Yan Xing was obviously very happy. He hastily tossed a piece of broken silver to a passing street vendor, not even having time to grab the dry rations he had prepared earlier, and rushed toward their direction.

The white-robed female cultivator behind him equally hurriedly took the freshly cooked flatbread and followed.

"Yi'er, Miss Shen! It's truly wonderful that you are both alright!" He appeared as if he had just let out a sigh of relief.

Casually stuffing the half-eaten osmanthus cake back into his jade ring, seeing him like this, Xiao Yi couldn't help but feel curious.

The four of them soon found a restaurant and sat down.

It was noon, and the restaurant was bustling with activity. At the foot of the Western Hills, there were still many cultivators and independent travelers coming and going.

Knowing his aunt had always disliked noise and commotion, Xiao Yi, with practiced ease, asked the proprietor to open a private room for them. After the group was seated, he then casually asked:"Master Yan, did you hear something?"

Is that why you specifically rushed over?

Yan Xing responded with a firm nod, his voice coarse and carrying a slight hoarseness, clearly a sign of injuries not yet healed and spiritual energy depletion.

It seemed this journey had likely been far from smooth for him.

Quietly savoring the clear tea in her hand, An Ning did not intend to speak much. She similarly pretended not to notice the glances the white-robed woman beside her kept casting their way.

Over there, Yan Xing continued:

"Earlier, the news was everywhere. I heard you were taken away by people from the Xuanming Sect, and later heard Miss Shen fought with that person..."

When he reached this part, Sir Yan couldn't help but pause briefly, his gaze turning exceptionally excited as he looked toward An Ning, who was quietly enjoying her tea:

"I heard that in this battle, Miss Shen did not lose to that Demonic Sect Leader!"

An Ning gave a slight, noncommittal nod, but Yan Xing took it as confirmation, his heart growing even more elated.

That meant the person before him was currently the only one capable of restraining that Demonic Sect Leader.

Not noticing Xiao Yi's gradually silent gaze beside him, who hadn't even touched his previously most-loved crab roe pastry, Yan Xing spoke with increasing, barely concealed excitement:

"Miss Shen should be aware that in recent years, the Xuanming Sect has been causing chaos everywhere, with major sects and great families all suffering greatly. Now, several major sects led by the Tianxuan Sect have decided to unite and resist the demonic sect forces.

If Miss Shen is willing..."

The white-robed female cultivator beside him also looked over eagerly.

Ah, now she finally understood why this knight-errant's information was so well-informed.

No matter the era, things like undercover agents and secret informants are never in short supply. Besides, the commotion during their fight that day was so immense; An Ning was not the least bit surprised that the major sects got the news.

But for this person before her, no matter how extensive his social connections, a mere rogue cultivator—one being hunted and hiding everywhere at that—to receive the news this quickly...

That was truly, far too interesting.

Gently pulling back A-Yi, who was about to speak beside her, and under the intensely fervent gazes of the two people opposite, An Ning finally spoke, uttering her first words since their reunion.

"What if I said, I am not willing!"

Her tone was as cold and detached as ever, filled with an indifference that treated the matter as none of her concern.

As if not expecting such a response, as her words fell, Yan Xing, who had been so excited just moments ago, abruptly froze.

Within the not-so-large space, the air seemed to instantly congeal.

After a moment of silence, the white-robed female cultivator beside them could no longer hold back and spoke out with heartbreaking intensity:

"Miss Shen, do you know what the demonic sect has done these years? They seize people's most precious treasures on a whim, and at the slightest provocation, they exterminate entire families! Three months ago, my father, my mother, my little brother who was only a few years old, our entire family of dozens... they... they..."

At this point, the white-robed female cultivator could no longer continue, covering her chest as painful sobs wracked her body.

For a time, the young woman's heart-wrenching cries of grief soon echoed throughout the room.

Anyone could hear the sheer, soul-tearing agony in them.

Yet, An Ning only quietly sipped the clear tea before her, still showing not the slightest intention of changing her mind.

Leaving aside the fact that their battle hadn't definitively determined a victor; without employing other means, given her current cultivation level, the best she could manage was a mutually destructive draw, perishing together with him.

Even if she truly had the confidence to kill him, so what?

What happens after killing him? The resources would be swarmed and completely scraped away by the major sects and great families. And she herself? Would she become the new living target for the so-called righteous cultivators of the cultivation world, replacing that person?

This kind of utterly unprofitable transaction—what was he thinking!

As if discerning her thoughts, the pain in the female cultivator's eyes quickly transformed into unparalleled disappointment.

Seeming unable to bear it any longer, she grabbed her longsword and rushed out of the private room without another word.

Yan Xing seemed like he still wanted to say something, but An Ning spoke first:

"Just recently, all those who acted against my sister, including me, have already returned their souls to heaven and earth. I hope you are aware, Sir Yan, that between me and the Xuanming Sect Leader, for now, there is no deep-seated grudge of a life-or-death nature."

It must be said, that person's actions were indeed swift. In just half a month, everyone who secretly participated in that matter, including several of the wives, had been completely eradicated.

But then again, neglecting sect affairs was one thing. Even if not for the exceptionally talented Yi'er, who had the potential to advance further in the future, with that person's domineering nature, how could he tolerate the existence of anyone within the sect who defied his orders?

Regarding this, An Ning wasn't very surprised.

It was Yan Xing beside her who couldn't help but freeze for a moment, his expression seeming both happy and as if there was something else:

"But, if not for the Xuanming Sect Leader, how would Qingyu have... Besides, as long as that person lives for one more day, countless innocent people will suffer harm..."

"So, Master Yan, if you wish to kill him—whether to champion justice or to avenge A-Niang—you should strive even harder in your cultivation, hoping to one day defeat that Sect Leader yourself, shouldn't you?"

Unexpectedly, it was Xiao Yi beside them who spoke up at this moment. The sixteen-year-old youth's eyes were clear and bright. The extremely valuable phoenix-feather robe of crimson he wore did not make him appear overly arrogant or prideful, but instead highlighted his forthright and broad-minded demeanor.

Focusing on oneself, not letting external matters dictate one's joy—this was originally the state Yan Xing had most hoped for him to achieve. Yet at this moment, looking at the two people before him, Yan Xing was utterly stunned, rooted to the spot.

Elsewhere, in a rather spacious reception hall, a young man wearing a long robe embroidered with black cranes, with a refined and scholarly appearance, narrowed his eyes slightly:

"So that means, that Miss Shen is firmly resolved and does not intend to stand together with us righteous cultivators..."