The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 504: The Cannon Fodder Biological Mother of the Child of Fortune 18

Faced with the equally resolute and unmoving gazes of the older and younger woman, after a long while, Yan Xing ultimately turned and left in silence.

However, An Ning noticed that this man actually hadn't gone very far from them.

She guessed he was probably afraid that others from the Xuanming Cult would seek revenge, or that Sect Leader Nangong, unwilling to accept defeat, would return for a comeback!

Just as she knew, the original intention behind Yan Xing rushing here desperately this time was also fear that she and A-Yi, being isolated and weak, would be unable to deal with the overwhelmingly powerful Xuanming Sect.

Even the suggestion he proposed, aside from his so-called "greater righteousness," undoubtedly contained the belief that only by joining the righteous path and eliminating the chief culprit, the Xuanming Sect, could she and A-Yi truly have peaceful and tranquil days.

But unfortunately, in An Ning's view, after the Xuanming Sect disappeared, unless they secluded themselves from the world or stained their hands with the blood of thousands, she and A-Yi would be the ones who truly would never have peace...

The difference was that Yan Xing placed trust in human nature and in those righteous sects, but An Ning did not.

Of course, the current Xiao Yi did not either.

During their recent travels, due to An Ning's deliberate actions combined with their outstanding observational skills, Xiao Yi had seen far too much.

In the cultivation world, above mere mortals were rogue cultivators, above rogue cultivators were the great families, and above the various great families were the major sects. Even the great families with deep foundations were constrained and exploited by the sects.For example, the former Xie Family, every year the spirit stones, spirit tools, and even valuable spirit objects they sent to the Azure Cloud Sect alone... amounted to nearly enough to assemble half a mountain-protecting formation.

But what was the result? The result was that whether it was their previous swallowing of insults or that day when, facing a great enemy, their pleas for help went unanswered, the Azure Cloud Sect's performance was nothing but utterly chilling.

But even so, given the vast difference in strength and facing such a powerful major sect so close by, what else could the Xie Family do besides swallow their humiliation?

If not for the mountain-protecting formation, and precisely because they couldn't leave, they probably wouldn't even dare to stop sending the annual tribute they had been offering before?

If a great family with a thousand-year foundation was still this subservient, then those smaller sects and minor families below them were even more routinely unable to stand straight.

The flimsiest excuse could take away most of their possessions.

The situation for rogue cultivators was even worse. Murder and treasure theft were endless. If word got out that someone had something good in their hands, within a few days, that person would no longer be seen in the cultivation world!

Demonic sects? Righteous path?

Xiao Yi sometimes couldn't help but wonder.

What exactly was the difference between the two!

"The difference is that the former is not bound by morality or even secular systems, but the latter is bound by them to some extent."

As if seeing his question, An Ning casually said with a laugh.

Actually, under normal circumstances, the latter was indeed safer, as having constraints was better than having none. Just like in modern society, having legal constraints was better than having none.

But in reality, there was often another situation.

Meeting her little nephew's sparkling eyes, An Ning couldn't help but chuckle softly, casually stuffing a piece of spirit fruit from beside her into his mouth:

"Let me give you an example!"

"For instance, if your father, or others from the Xuanming Cult, wanted to kill someone for their treasure, they would simply go directly to that person's door and kill them outright. But the latter, unless they could secretly eliminate the person, otherwise..."

Meeting the curious gaze of the person before her, An Ning deliberately drew out her tone, murmuring mysteriously:

"Otherwise, they would probably try every means to demonize the person possessing the treasure, digging up and amplifying various flaws about that person. If there were no flaws, they would simply create some.

In short, they would completely ruin that person's reputation, and then raise various banners of righteousness high to come and crusade against you!"

"As for the treasure obtained, naturally it would be 'taken into custody' by this humble person's self-sacrifice, to prevent it from bringing disaster to the vast multitude of common people."

"See, what a great saint!"

Xiao Yi: "..."

So if one accidentally caught the eye of the latter, they would lose not only their treasure and their life, but also their good name and reputation.

What kind of ghost story was this!

And what kind of unlucky bastard would that be!

At the stone table, the little boy in red couldn't help but look horrified. And for some reason, even though it was high summer, he suddenly felt a chilly draft down his back.

Wasn't it just a ghost story!

An Ning couldn't help but laugh inwardly, yet precisely this kind of ghost story had always emerged endlessly throughout history.

What was the best method to seize a widow's family property or other assets? The answer was to tarnish her virtue.

As long as this person was 'known to be promiscuous,' then everything she did was justified. All evil desires and greed could be directly and freely poured onto this person.

In the official court, if you wanted to kill a general with illustrious military achievements and reclaim the precious military power in his hands, the fastest method was naturally to frame him with various charges.

A solitary, peerlessly beautiful woman, simply standing there, would immediately attract countless rumors and slander from all sides.

And in earlier martial arts stories, why were most people who possessed precious blades or weapons, aside from the protagonist, notorious and labeled as the so-called greatest scourge of the martial world?

Was it truly that holding a sharp weapon naturally gave rise to evil thoughts?

Or was it that such a supreme treasure was simply destined to be mine?

After all, the dead cannot speak in their own defense...

Quietly carving the protective jade pendant in his hand, although he had long sensed this, at this moment Xiao Yi still couldn't help but sigh with melancholy:

"Is there really no truly good sect or family in this world?"

Casually picking up a freshly picked green fruit, An Ning's expression remained unchanged:

"This world might have truly pure good people, like your Master Yan, but as for a truly pure and upright family or sect, your aunt can only say, it's too difficult..."

Probably to the extent of being one in ten thousand, difficult to find even that.

An Ning couldn't help but think to herself.

"Is it because it's hard to last long?"

Opposite her, the handsome youth in a long crimson robe looked thoughtful.

"Yes, a single person can still be influenced by various surrounding things, reputation, desires, and even large and small interests, let alone a vast interest group?"

It was like some emperors who left their names in the historical records. One could call them wise rulers, but to say they were purely good people, to be honest, in An Ning's view, that was really unnecessary and overly idealistic.

"That's true too!"

After brief consideration, the red-clothed youth before her quickly raised his eyebrows, smiling freely:

"It's fine. No matter what kind of people, righteous sects or demonic cults, just like you said before, Auntie, as long as they dare to provoke us, we shouldn't be polite to any of them."

An Ning nodded with satisfaction. However, the next second, she heard a rather rhythmic knocking sound from outside the door:

"Miss Shen, Young Master Xiao, hearing that you two esteemed guests are traveling here, my sect leader specially sent me to invite you to discuss the Dao. At that time, the sect leaders of the Azure Cloud Sect and the Ling Shu Sect will all be in attendance."

Seeing the robe patterns on the other person, An Ning's gaze couldn't help but pause for a moment, her tone carrying a hint of aloofness as she asked:

"May I ask, fellow Daoist, you are...?"

"In reply to Miss Shen, I am Yan Hui, the personal disciple of the Tianxuan Sect's sect leader..."

The Tianxuan Sect, as one of the three great righteous sects of the current era, and seemingly the leading one, even just a disciple like the person before her possessed a certain amount of pride. At this moment, he spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, seemingly not worried about being refused.

However, in the very next second, he heard the person before him chuckle lightly:

"Oh, discuss the Dao? Then I must truly apologize. We two have no such plans recently!"

As the words fell, the little disciple named Yan Hui, who had originally been brimming with confidence, instantly froze.