The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 505: The Cannon Fodder Mother of the Child of Destiny 19

"These people, really!"

Having finally managed to deal with the people, Xiao Yi casually tossed a handful of pine nuts into his mouth. As he ate, he couldn't help but grumble:

"Arrogant!" "Hypocritical!"

Finally, he couldn't resist adding: "Annoying!"

The person just now, although polite on the surface, couldn't hide the ingrained sense of superiority and arrogant self-importance from the sharp eyes of this little genius.

Besides, apart from the hard years of hiding and fleeing at the beginning of this life, he had been treated as an honored guest by the entire Xie Family later on, all because of his maternal aunt's relationship.

And thanks to the precious elixirs his aunt occasionally let slip from her hands, ever since he was little, there had been no shortage of people trying to curry favor with him.

Xiao Yi was smart to begin with; how could he not tell the difference between a sincere invitation and feigned affection, or those harboring ulterior motives.

Thinking of that person's attitude just now, the young man, his cheeks puffed out, couldn't help feeling indignant on behalf of his aunt:

"Aunt, your strength is clearly superior, arguably on par with that person from the Xuanming Sect. How dare these people still look down their noses at you like this? They are utterly arrogant.If it were really that Sect Leader who came, these people probably wouldn't even dare to speak above a whisper."

They'd have been scared out of their wits eight hundred years ago.

Is it just because Aunt and I appear alone and weak, with no powerful backing, that they dare to be so dismissive?

Thinking this, a trace of anger inevitably colored the young man's exquisite face.

In contrast, An Ning, who had been beside him all along, showed no surprise whatsoever. Seeing him like this now, she couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

On an autumn afternoon, the air still carried a slight chill, much like An Ning's voice at this moment:

"Arrogant, perhaps there's some of that. But Yi'er, how do you know this isn't another kind of test?"

"A test?" Not knowing what he thought of, Xiao Yi's expression grew even darker.

"Exactly!" An Ning's gaze involuntarily fell outside the window.

Or rather, another kind of compliance test.

"After all, someone who only understands arrogance, a fool, couldn't possibly reach the position of a sect's leader, the head of the righteous path."

In the small room, An Ning's tone was as usual, gentle yet carrying a hint of indescribable sharpness and sarcasm:

"When faced with powerful individuals they cannot control, what most people, especially those just now, most want to do is to put a leash around their necks.

Whether through worldly etiquette, rules, secular reputation, the customs of respecting elders, kinship ties, or even so-called righteousness...

As long as you care about these things, or have weaknesses, no matter how strong your power, there will always be an opening to exploit.

When that time comes, even if you aren't driven by them, they will completely shackle your fangs, allowing these people to manipulate you at will. ..."

And what is there to fear from a powerful person who has already been shackled?

An Ning had no doubt that if she had agreed today, it would signify a desire to gain the recognition of the "righteous path," a concern for secular reputation. Subsequently, countless traps would be waiting for her to step into!

Countless righteous principles would be waiting to be imposed upon her.

Does having superior strength mean people will respect you and not dare to offend? That those beneath won't dare harbor any schemes?

Wishful thinking. Unless your strength is so high that you belong to a different stratum from mere mortals, hasn't history recorded plenty of instances of the weak bullying the strong, moral coercion, and ganging up to oppress others?

Thinking of the old emperor's covert tests in her previous life, An Ning couldn't help but click her tongue. She glanced at the little guy opposite her, who was clearly quite angry.

Casually, she passed him a cup of clear tea:

"As for your father, the reason everyone fears him and no one dares to offend him, aside from his formidable strength and not-weak personal power...

But actually, Yi'er, the most important point is that he, as a person, is decisive and ruthless in his methods, and fundamentally has no weaknesses at all!"

In short, after this day, not only was An Ning reflecting on whether she appeared too kind-hearted, but even Xiao Yi visibly became increasingly composed.

Ignoring the endless stream of so-called righteous path invitations, the two continued their journey as before, traveling leisurely, sightseeing while not forgetting to sample local delicacies. Occasionally, if they came across some rare spiritual medicine, they would add it to their stockpile.

It was just visibly apparent that along the way, the number of "unfortunate souls" and even "victims of the Xuanming Sect" appearing before them increased.

Even more so, like at this moment.

A dazzling purple light flashed through the air. After finishing off the hundred-year-old giant serpent that seemed to be devouring people with one sword strike, Xiao Yi didn't forget to rescue the group of rogue cultivators who had nearly fallen into the snake's maw.

Seeing that several of them were clearly afflicted by snake venom, the two even kindly left some spiritual medicine.

Unexpectedly, after their injuries healed, the moment they clearly saw the duo's attire, one person's expression instantly changed:

"Might you be that Miss Shen who once defeated the Sect Leader of the Xuanming Sect? The disciple of the reclusive master?"

As these words fell, the relaxed expression on Xiao Yi's face abruptly changed.

Not to mention that his aunt never defeated that person at all, even if it were true, who on earth deliberately spread such a distorted rumor? Just looking at the completely unsurprised expressions on these people's faces...

Xiao Yi's heart sank further:

Has it even spread to ordinary rogue cultivators by now?

These people are simply going too far!

An Ning, standing to the side, had no desire to engage at all. Without even turning her head, she directly led her little nephew towards a nearby spiritual tree.

The Marrow-Cleansing Fruit only ripens once every three hundred years. Helping out casually was one thing, but these people weren't worth her wasting time.

Who would have thought that perhaps seeing them both rescue people and provide medicine made them seem kind-hearted and easy to talk to? Suddenly, that person let out a cold laugh and heavily threw the medicine bottle from before onto the ground:

"Such hypocritical, timid people, how are they worthy of being called a master's disciple!"

"Why are you pulling me? Am I wrong?"

As he spoke, that person's eyes instantly reddened. His bloodshot eyes even flashed with resentment:

"Nowadays, the Demonic Sect runs rampant, countless families have been harmed by them, their homes destroyed and families lost. Some people, despite possessing such exceptional cultivation, only cower in fear, showing not the slightest concern for the suffering of the world."

They could easily end all this, so why don't they? If he had such talent, then maybe...

Thinking this, the person before them grew even more indignant and resentful: "Being saved by such cowardly and incompetent people is truly a disgrace to our generation!"

Violently shaking off his friend's restraining pull, that person let out another cold sneer, about to say more. However, the next second, a long branch instantly pierced through his chest.

In a daze, everyone heard a clear, cold female voice:

"Too noisy. Since it's a disgrace, then just die, be done with it!"