The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix

Whoosh—

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the wind blew the snow like thousands of blades sweeping across the world.

Three people, two tall and one short, walked on the top of the snowy mountain. Their footprints on the snow were covered by the falling snow in just ten breaths.

The leader of the Awareness Sect, Grand Master Zhiming, walked with his right hand on his chest and the rosary in his left hand. His shiny head was like a bright lamp, illuminating the way up the mountain for the two people behind him.

Zu Yuan followed closely behind him. He was wearing the robe of the Bright Star Sect Patriarch and was hiding in the spiritual shield of Grand Master Zhiming.

Seeing that Grand Master Zhiming was still walking barefoot in the snow in the middle of winter, he raised his voice and shouted happily. "Zhiming, aren't your feet freezing?!! You don't even wear shoes in such a heavy snowstorm."

Zhiming looked sideways, his eyes slightly resentful, stopped playing with his rosary, and cupped his hands together. "Patriarch, you shouldn't have come."

"Why shouldn't I come?"

Zu Yuan stroked his beard lightly with a smile. "Although I have lost my cultivation and spiritual powers, I was once the founder of the Bright Star Sect. If I don't see the sorry state of that Red Moon stinky girl, I'm afraid I will die with regrets~ hahahaha..."

"..."

"Besides, don't we have you, Grand Master?" Zu Yuan stepped forward and patted Zhiming's shoulder, adding, "I believe you can protect me from a catastrophe."

Grand Master Zhiming glanced at him and sighed faintly. "By the way, I heard that Bright Star Sect has a batch of thousand-year-old Spirit Flowers that are about to bloom…"

"Wow~ You're asking for too much." Zu Yuan walked away from him with a look of disdain. "Isn't money mere worldly possessions? You're still charging money."

"I don't charge money, I only beg for alms."

Zu Yuan was silent for a while, then waved his hand. "Okay, if you can make it back alive, I'll have the Bright Star Sect's kids send you a hundred plants."

"Good…"

Zu Yuan shook his head and looked sideways.

Zu Lingzhi was walking on his side, tiptoeing and holding his sleeve tightly. She was obviously very nervous, and from time to time, she would secretly glance at Grand Master Zhiming's shiny head in front of her. 

Seeing her like this, Zu Yuan raised his hand and patted her head. "Lingzhi, why are you afraid of him? This guy has a very good temper. If you don't believe me, go and kick him. I guarantee he won't say a word." 

Zu Lingzhi was stunned, and she shrank her neck and shook her head quickly. "Huh? Woo ←→←→" 

Zu Yuan smiled helplessly and sighed. "You, girl, couldn't get along well when you were in the Bright Star Sect, so you became cautious when you went out."

The three of them slowly came to a cliff on the mountaintop. They looked northeast in the blizzard and saw the demonic lightspot above the main peak of the Heavenly Demon Sect that shone through the haze for hundreds of miles around. Zu Yuan stroked his long beard, saying, "Lingzhi, watch closely. If you miss it, you may never see such a scene again."

"...Yes."

Just after Zu Lingzhi responded with some doubt, the wind that crashed against Zhiming's spiritual shield calmed down, and the heavy snow in the sky suddenly solidified in mid-air and stopped falling.

The world became quiet in an instant, and Zu Lingzhi could even clearly hear her own breathing.

A fear of the unknown instantly surged into her heart.

Zu Lingzhi quickly grasped Zu Yuan's sleeves, looked around, and asked, "Master, this is..."

Zu Yuan did not answer with words. Instead, he just raised his hand and pointed forward.

Zu Lingzhi looked in the direction he pointed, squinting slightly. She saw nothing at a glance, but after she used the Long-Distance Vision technique to extend her vision by a thousand miles, she saw—

Between the vast blood-red clouds and the ground, there was a woman wearing colorful feathers and surrounded by a faint glow like starlight...

The woman was so dreamy that Zu Lingzhi couldn't help but murmur, "Immortal?"

Zu Yuan glanced at her. Although he couldn't see her because the distance was too far, he could guess who Zu Lingzhi saw and smiled. "No, it's an old woman with a heart as small as her nose..."

And the next second after Zu Yuan said this, the woman in Zu Lingzhi's sight turned her head slightly and met her gaze with her yin-and-yang eyes...

… …  

Hovering between heaven and earth, Si Xuanji turned to look at the three people on the mountaintop thousands of miles away. She let out a white misty breath, then retracted her gaze and stared in the direction of the Heavenly Demon Sect's main peak in front of her. She raised her right hand and caught a snowflake floating in front of her.

Her yin-and-yang eyes stared at the snowflake for a long time, and then suddenly shifted to the front.

A bright red demonic aura appeared out of thin air and formed a vaguely outlined door.

Step—

A pair of long boots embroidered with the Heavenly Demon symbol stepped out of the blood door.

Then, a man wearing a silver mask emerged from behind the door.

Yu Yan walked out of the door, stepping on a suspended pool of blood. His red-blood eyes seen through the eye holes of the mask reflected Si Xuanji who was a hundred feet away. However, his eyes were full of joy. "Red Moon, long time no see."

"..."

Yu Yan lowered his head slightly, and asked in a very slow tone while smiling, "What? Old friends meet, but you don't even say hello? I really want to hear your voice again..."

Si Xuanji turned away and clicked her tongue, then spat. "Tsk—"

Gu Yu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly under his mask, and he spoke again, but at the moment he spoke, Si Xuanji, who was originally in front of him, disappeared out of thin air.

"Hmm?"

He was a little confused and turned his head to look behind him.

But what he saw was a small, unblemished opened hand, a few inches in front of his eyebrows.

Si Xuanji hung upside down behind him, her yin-and-yang eyes narrowed, and her cherry lips opened slightly. "Go to hell."

Bam!!

The originally stilled snowstorm began to flow again, followed by a loud explosion that sounded like the sky collapsing.

… … 

Boom—!!!

A lightning flash that was enough to blind the eyes rose two thousand miles away in the southwest, and then it seemed like a dragon shook the earth, shattering the rocks .

Rumble—!

Countless cracks several feet wide instantly appeared on the busy street, so much so that many Heavenly Demon Sect disciples did not even have time to react before falling directly into the abyss.

Ye Anping, who was hiding in a house at the end of the street, barely managed to stand upright by holding onto the pillar of the house.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the dazzling golden light in the southwest. He immediately understood that the hero Xuanji and Yu Yan had started fighting, so he did not wait any longer and hurriedly turned back to the three people behind him. "I will take Senior Mo to the forbidden area of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Yu Die and Mingxin, you go to the Heavenly Demon Palace on the mountaintop. Xiao Tian and Xue'e, you follow them." 

Feng Yu Die and Gu Mingxin seemed to be frightened by Si Xuanji's thunder spell at this moment. After hearing Ye Anping's voice, they came to their senses, retracted their gazes, and nodded. 

"Okay!" 

"Fine!" 

They looked at each other, immediately summoned their swords, and then kicked open the wooden door at the same time, rushing into the street. 

The inner disciples of the demonic sect who came and went on the street were all panicked because of the ground cracks, but several people still noticed Gu Mingxin and Feng Yu Die rushing out of the house. 

However, before those people had the slightest reaction, Feng Yu Die had already taken off several heads with her sword, and then shouted. "Black! Follow me!"

"You follow me!!!"

… … 

For a moment, the whole street was filled with wailing as the two of them dashed all the way from one end to the other. All the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect that they passed by were like straws to be harvested under their swords, scattering bright red rice grains toward the sky.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After the two left, Ye Anping pushed Mo Chi Ling's wheelchair and walked out of the house as if taking a stroll.

At this moment, Feng Yu Die and Gu Mingxin had already run out of sight, and the street became quiet again, leaving only hundreds of demonic disciples in the Foundation Building stage, cut in half by them.

Ye Anping looked at the scene and let out a small sigh. "Huh..."

Hearing his sigh, Mo Chiling looked up at him with interest. "It's just the two of us now. Mr. Ye, no matter what kind of beastly behavior you'd have toward me now, no one will know..."

"...Senior Mo is still in the mood to joke now."

Mo Chi Ling narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, not responding.

Meanwhile, the thunder in the southwest that was enough to illuminate the world finally dimmed and was replaced by hundreds of blood pillars, rushing straight to the sky from all directions.

A strong murderous aura emerged from underground, filling the air with a stench of iron, so intense that even Ye Anping felt a little uncomfortable.

"Yu Yan's smell is really bad."

"I agree."

Ye Anping grabbed the two wheels of Mo Chi Ling's wheelchair and lifted it, then summoned his flying sword and stepped on it. He did not hide his aura anymore as he jumped up from the street before flying to the back of the main peak.

The main purpose of Feng Yu Die and Gu Mingxin was to hold back He Buqun and almost all the disciples in the sect, so they did not rush directly into the Heavenly Demon Palace on the main peak but tried to cause as much damage as possible along the way, making the commotion as big as possible.

After Ye Anping took off from the street with Mo Chi Ling, he saw many disciples from the side peaks, who seemed to have noticed that something happened on the main peak. They rushed over from all directions, but most of their attention was on Feng Yu Die and her companion's movements.

The road was unobstructed.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Ye Anping arrived at the cave behind the main peak, which prohibited disciples and Elders from entering.

There was a restriction at the entrance of the cave, but before they landed, Mo Chi Ling took out a blood-colored token from her storage bag and threw it over, removing the spell.

This token was the identity badge that Mo Chi Ling used when she was still Yu Yan's disciple.

Ye Anping knew that she had this token and could bypass the first restriction, so he didn't say anything, but this made Mo Chi Ling a little unhappy.

"Mr. Ye, don't you want to ask me something?"

"I know you still have the identity token from when you were Yu Yan's disciple."

"..."

Mo Chi Ling pouted, speechless. He pushed her wheelchair slowly into the cave.

The inside was not a cave as seen from the outside. When the two stepped over the dark dividing line on the ground of the cave, everything in their eyes was distorted and changed in an instant.

When their vision was restored, they had already come to a cliff.

Ye Anping pushed Mo Chi Ling to the top of the cliff and looked forward. It was a scene that could be called hell.

Two seemingly boundless blood pools occupied the sky and the ground of this space respectively. The sky and the earth were connected by pillars made of blood. Except for the two blood pools and the blood pillars connecting them, everything else was broken, like a beach after a deadly tide or an ancient sacrificial site.

A fishy wind blew in from the pool of blood, ruffling Ye Anping's bangs.

Sighing, he took out his sword from the storage bag and closed his eyes. After thinking for a while, he raised the sword.

"Mr. Ye..."

"...Yeah."

"Although I think you probably know it, but..."

Mo Chi Ling revealed a look of worry on her face, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was a bit redundant, so she simply shut her mouth.

Ye Anping looked at the ominous hell scene below the cliff half a step ahead and took a deep breath. Then, he raised the sword in his hand, mobilized the spiritual energy in his whole body, and drew a sword spiritual energy horizontally in front of him.

The golden sword light shot straight in front of him, but it was blocked by an invisible wall.

Buzz—!

Then, a buzzing sound reached his consciousness.

From the blood pool below, which was like a river of hell, a blood column suddenly surged, taking the shape of a person, its eyes emitting a bloody glow.

Ye Anping stared at the blood spirit's eyes, and in the next moment, he felt that his five senses were instantly deprived.

His sight turned into darkness, and there was only silence in his ears...

But because he knew what would happen in advance, his mind was still calm.

This was a kind of protection from Gu Yu Yan's Void Returning spirit.

Those who watched the blood pool directly would also be watched by the blood pool.

It would draw out the deepest fear in the heart of the person watching it and make them lose themselves in the illusion. 

At least that's what the game said.

In the game, when Feng Yu Die faced the blood pool, what she saw was what she least wanted to see-- Xiao Yunluo's tragic death.

She didn't know at the time that this blood pool would cause hallucinations, so she almost believed it and got lost in it. It was Xiao Yunluo who finally pulled her back from the illusion.

Ye Anping didn't know what he would see in this illusion, but if he thought about it, it should be something about his sister.

However, because he had prepared himself mentally in advance, he didn't think that this illusion would make him lose himself.

"Huh..."

Ye Anping exhaled lightly.

Then, his hearing was restored.

Tick-tick... tick-tick...

Buzz...

The sound of a gear?

Ye Anping was a little confused, not knowing how to connect his little sister with a gear.

At this time, a dazzling light finally appeared in the dark vision, causing him to close his eyes.

And when he opened his eyes again,

What came into view was… 

"!! What?! This is…"