The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 513: The Cannon Fodder Birth Mother of the Child of Destiny 27

"Sect Leader Nangong, it's been many days. I trust you've been well since we last met?"

The deep purple robes, the crown of black jade—it was undoubtedly Nangong Ding, who had been "kept in seclusion." An Ning greeted him with a face as calm as usual. However, in the very next instant, Green Rainbow had already been firmly grasped in her hand following its master's summons. Beneath its profound cyan shadow, there was a palpable sense of readiness to strike.

Well aware of this biological father's domineering, overbearing, ruthless, and heartless nature, Xiao Yi, standing to the side, couldn't help but tense up as well.

Unexpectedly, the other party merely gave a faint nod, then turned his gaze, unwavering, towards Qingyao, which was currently undergoing the lightning tribulation in mid-air.

"A spirit sword undergoing tribulation?" Only then did he finally turn his head to cast a glance at An Ning, seeming somewhat disappointed as he said:

"So it's not you who's making a breakthrough?"

An Ning: "..."

Hearing the implication in his words, An Ning felt a momentary choke.

Well, thank you very much for having such high expectations of her.

A breakthrough? Even An Ning herself hadn't dared to think about that yet!However, just from the fact that his first thought was of her making a breakthrough, rather than a spiritual treasure appearing in the world, it indicated that over these years, while seeming not to interfere, he had actually been keeping detailed track of her and even A-Yi's whereabouts.

Not entirely unexpected, after all!

An Ning couldn't help but think to herself.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of taking action for the moment, An Ning was just about to turn her head when she heard him continue:

"That formation at the Xie Family's place was your handiwork."

It was a statement of certainty, not a question.

An Ning did not deny it either, nodding directly.

"Correct, it was me."

It wasn't surprising that he could guess. During their battle that day, both sides had a clear understanding of each other's combat power. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were still evenly matched.

The Tianxuan Sect's mountain-protecting formation had been passed down for a thousand years, sheltering the sect for several millennia without anyone daring to challenge them openly. Its power was actually not weak at all.

This was also one of the reasons why that Sect Leader had dared to be so high-profile in recent years and earlier even dared to openly incite others to deal with her.

As for why she had been able to slash through it with one sword earlier, it wasn't due to a breakthrough or increased strength.

For no other reason than precisely finding the formation's vital point.

To be honest, when it came to setting up formations, she might not be the top expert, but breaking formations? She really wasn't one to bluff.

Giving her a faint glance, Nangong Ding did not speak again. Like An Ning, he fixed his eyes intently on Qingyao, which was currently wrapped in layers of lightning and thunder.

Xiao Yi's gaze swept over both of them once, then hurriedly turned back.

The moment the Purple Gold Cauldron opened, beneath the oppressive black clouds in mid-air, massive bolts of thunder mixed with purple lightning continuously assailed the spirit sword floating in the air.

One bolt, two bolts, three bolts...

From its initial forging, Qingyao had been tailored to match A-Yi's innate thunder attribute. And now, accompanied by purple lightning bolts each stronger than the last, it was visibly clear that the purple spiritual light surrounding it grew increasingly radiant.

Until the final lightning tribulation descended, a suddenly blazing purple light instantly illuminated more than half of the sky and earth.

Simultaneously, sensing the commotion of a spiritual treasure's emergence, countless cultivators not far away rushed over in droves. However, upon sensing that familiar oppressive aura, they silently retreated quite a distance on their own.

"The Xuanming Sect?"

Damn it! Had this supreme treasure been snatched up first by the Demonic Sect again?

Countless righteous cultivators inwardly lamented.

Despite saying this, the cultivators from various sects who had hurried over still didn't dare utter a single peep. Don't be fooled by these people who daily, in private, call them "demonic sect" this and "demonic sect" that. When actually faced with them, even someone as "noble" as a sect leader wouldn't dare raise their voice.

Let alone open their mouths to hurl curses!

Witnessing this, An Ning, who had silently withdrawn her own aura: "..."

Tsk~ Have to admit, a reputation for being evil is really quite useful!

However, while there were those with small guts, there were also those emboldened by opportunity. Yet, even when these people finally crept closer, furtively, what they saw was the spirit sword in mid-air circling and dancing excitedly on its own for a few moments before obediently returning to the hand of the red-robed youth not far away.

Phew, good, good, it's not that Demonic Sect leader. Looking at this youth, he's not very old. For such a treasure to fall into his hands, wouldn't it be tarnished!

Huh, wait... hold on, isn't that...

Miss... Miss Shen!

Seeing the similarly standing figure in cyan robes to the side, the few who had initially felt slightly relieved immediately turned ashen-faced.

What kind of family was this? The biological father, a Demonic Sect leader. The aunt he follows, the fierce character who single-handedly challenged the number one sect and even slashed through and crippled their ancient protective formation with one sword.

And now, the youth himself, still so young, yet a peerless divine sword willingly submits to him.

Was this whole family composed of devils? Thinking that this supreme treasure no longer had any chance of falling into their hands, some of those secretly peeking from the shadows hated it so much their eyes practically turned red.

They could only wish for these few to start fighting immediately, preferably ending in mutual destruction with the treasure left masterless.

Too lazy to bother with these people's petty thoughts, the three of them were indeed in a kind of standoff at the moment.

To be precise, it was two against one.

And at this moment, neither of the two felt any fear. Not to mention that An Ning and this Sect Leader's combat power were originally comparable. The emergence of the spirit sword also signified that Xiao Yi had comprehended the power of laws even earlier than in his previous life. Even his cultivation was on the verge of a breakthrough...

As if discerning something, Nangong Ding did not have the audacity to propose borrowing the spirit sword for a look. Instead, he gave the youth before him a deep look, then turned to glance at An Ning beside him, his tone uncharacteristically pleasant as he said:

"What you said before, this seat is now somewhat inclined to believe it."

As his words fell, accompanied by a surge of intense purple light, the figure in dark purple robes swiftly vanished from sight.

Xiao Yi, who had already prepared himself for a fight: "..."

Sheepishly retracting the eager Qingyao in his hand, Xiao Yi scratched his head, a rare look of regret on his exquisite little face as he said:

"Ah, I really thought we could have a proper fight!"

It would have been perfect to test the power of his newly forged Qingyao.

"But, Aunt, why do I feel that... actually, that person seemed quite happy just now?" The youth asked, somewhat puzzled.

"And what did his last sentence mean?"

Xiao Yi wasn't arrogant enough to think the other party was feeling gratified because his biological son was promising. To be honest, even though his childhood memories were brief, someone as perceptive as Xiao Yi clearly knew.

Fatherly affection? He doubted whether this person even possessed such a thing.

Just like earlier; although he valued his aptitude, he would only occasionally have someone carry him over for a look. Mostly, it was to check his spiritual meridians, to see if they were being cleared on schedule, if his aptitude had been damaged due to improper care.

Any other concern or warmth?

That would be asking for too much!

Back then, he wasn't even three years old, yet this biological father could kill someone right in front of him without any hesitation. He had been scared to tears, and the look in this father's eyes at that time...

Even after so much time had passed, that scene remained deeply etched in Xiao Yi's memory. It was also because of this that A-Niang had been determined to take him away.

Biological son? Gratified? Pfft!

Seeing the disdain on A-Yi's face, on the way back, An Ning couldn't help but stroke the little fellow's head:

"Yi'er, do you know what is most terrifying for a martial arts master on the verge of the peak?"

"It's the perpetual inability to see any hope of a breakthrough!"

Without waiting for his answer, An Ning spoke in a deep voice on her own.

Ah... Xiao Yi was momentarily stunned:

"So that's the reason he's been so... well-behaved these years?"

Exactly, An Ning couldn't help but think to herself.

After all, it was a sect he built with his own hands. Was it important? Of course it was important. Compared to these, so-called successors, even the sect itself, were nothing more than trivial matters that could be dispensed with.

That makes sense, Xiao Yi nodded.

Wait... in that case, he seemed to understand what the other party's last sentence meant now.

But, Aunt actually had such high expectations of him?

Stealing a glance at the female cultivator in cyan robes beside him, Xiao Yi couldn't help but give a quiet "hehe" laugh, feeling quite pleased with himself inwardly.

Yes, he was just that much of a genius, hehe!