The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix

Drip-drip...drip-drip...

Clatter...

A spring rain, bringing with it the cold air that had not yet died out in early spring, fell over the forested mountains of the Black Star Sect. However, it lasted less than the burning time of an incense stick before it dissipated, leaving behind mud pits.

From among the drifting clouds, a flying sword slowly descended into the mountaintop graveyard.

After greeting the old priest who was guarding the tombs, Feng Yu Die followed a path in the forest and arrived at a Feng Shui garden facing south.

After returning from the Eastern Great Wall, Fu Xuan and Yue Xuanming reserved a piece of land next to the Hundred Lotus Sect and buried the disciples who had passed away in the incident.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Feng Yu Die asked the Justice Division to help her move Master Taixu's tomb from Jade Void Mountain to the Black Star Sect.

After all, both the tomb relocation and the location of this luxurious cemetery were obtained from the budget of the Justice Division, and she did not spend a single spirit stone.

A few days ago, a disciple of the Black Star Sect came to tell her that the tomb had been set up.

So today, when she had nothing to do, she came over to see what her master's new home was like.

Feng Yu Die carried two bottles of wine and wandered around the garden for a while. In the end, she asked the disciples here and was led to the southeast corner of the garden.

"The grave of Master Taixu is here. I will take my leave now."

"Oh~ Great!"

Feng Yu Die watched the disciple leave, and then turned her head to look at the three-sided courtyard in front of her, which was almost half her height, and she was instantly amazed.

She used to think that a tombstone was just a small pile of dirt with a piece of green onion stuck in it.

However, the "tombstone" in front of her was a miniature courtyard, with tables, chairs, benches, small bamboo baskets, quilts, and feather pillows.

Feng Yu Die pursed her lips as she muttered to herself. "It's quite suitable for Xiao Tian to live here..."

After observing for a while, she took out three sticks of incense and lit them in a small incense burner. Then, she clapped her hands and closed her eyes.

Clap---

"Master, I'm here to see you!"

"..."

Of course, the only answer was the spring breeze from the sky and the singing of the surrounding birds.

"Master, I've experienced many things. After I visited you last time, I went to the Central Region and then to the Northern Region's Cold Country. I met a person named Gu Mingxin and even brought the disciples of the Justice Division back to the Western Region amid the pursuit of demonic cultivators. I got to know Yun Jiujiu..."

Her golden eyes trembled slightly. She told the tombstone in front of her about her great achievements in the past few years, but when she was about to mention Ye Anping, she stopped.

After a moment of silence, Feng Yu Die pouted, frowning. "Master, do you still remember how you told me before that children are brought by the crane?"

Master Taixu: "..."

"I tried! I kissed Sister Pei in front of the immortal crane, and the crane didn't give a damn! Master, you lied to me! And you lied for so many years!!!"

Master Taixu: "..."

"So, I won't burn paper money this time. Hmph! These two bottles of wine will be enough as a tribute."

Master Taixu: "..."

"What? I'm almost at the late stage of Core Formation! I'm not afraid of you anymore! Besides, Master, you're already buried, so you can't spank me! Even if I don't burn it, there's nothing you can do. It's useless to scold me! Who told you to lie to your good disciple..."

Master Taixu: "..."

Feng Yu Die muttered, then sighed softly and rested her face on her knees. "Master, you lied to me about the crane bringing children. Is there something else you lied to me about? Like... All men are bad and such? Actually, there are also good men in the world..."

Master Taixu: "..."

"Master, what do you have to say? For example, the one I told you about last time... Young Master Ye? I feel that he seems to be pretty good. Although I am devoted to Sister Pei, but... Sister Pei is about to marry him, and she hasn't agreed to marry me yet."

Master Taixu: "..."

"Sigh... I don't mind if Sister Pei is not monogamous, but she seems to mind. Anyway, gold always shines... I think Sister Pei will definitely understand my merits one day! But... but... recently, I feel that Young Master Ye...is actually... quite good... hehe..."

Master Taixu: "..."

"I haven't told you about Xiao Tian. She always said that Master Ye and I are a good match. I've thought about it a lot. Master Ye has saved me many times, and I feel safe every time I am with him. And the roasted chicken he makes is also very delicious... Hehe..."

However, when Feng Yu Die said this, in her mind emerged the scene when Ye Anping was roasting chicken for her ten days ago...

"Mr. Qi said that he would definitely die when he forms his Nascent Soul, so he's about to die. After he dies, won't Sister Pei belong to you?"

!!

---Master Taixu's voice entered her mind.

Feng Yu Die jumped up in shock, but she quickly reacted, taking out her sword from the storage bag and assuming a defensive posture, alert to any disturbance around her.

"Who?! Who's there?!"

However, there was no response, nor was there any sign of life.

"Don't play tricks! My master has already passed away, how could she talk to me again? Come out now!!"

"..."

Feng Yu Die bit her lips as she scanned the surroundings and whispered, "Xiao Tian."

But after calling out the name, she remembered that Xiao Tian had been living with Ye Anping these days. She took a deep breath and swung the sword to the side.

Whoosh---

Recalling the words that seemed to be said by her master just now, Feng Yu Die shook her head with a frown. "My master would never say that! Who is playing a prank here? This is not funny at all! Come out now!!"

"..."

"I've seen you, come out! If you don't come out, I'll really chop you up! I'll count to three!!"

"..."

"Three!! Two!!... One!!!"

At this moment, there was a rustle of footsteps behind her.

Feng Yu Die's eyes narrowed as she raised her sword and swung it behind her.

Swish---

But when she saw it was the disciple who had led her here, she immediately stopped her sword.

The disciple who was tending the tombs turned pale from the fright. He stared at the sword in front of his neck and dared not make a sound.

Only after Feng Yu Die put away the sword did he dare to ask. "Senior, what happened?"

"...Someone is pretending to be a ghost."

The disciple hesitated for a moment, then looked around and replied weakly, "But you're the only one who came to sweep the grave today. There's no one else here."

"I heard it. Someone just spoke, pretending to be my master."

Seeing that Feng Yu Die was so sure, the disciple pondered for a while. "Senior, could it be that you have... an inner demon in your heart?"

"Inner demon?"

"Yes, my master told me that inner demons were born from shadows, and these so-called shadows can bridge with the netherworld. Many people used to hear the voices of deceased friends while sweeping graves. Most of them are witchcraft and deception, but it's not uncommon for immortal cultivators like us to see spirits after entering the immortal path. There is also a saying that spiritual energy is transformed from the souls of the dead..."

Feng Yu Die narrowed her eyes, somewhat confused. "What do you mean?"

"Alas... Senior, I am only a Foundation Building cultivator, and I only know a little bit, but... looking at your face, are you struggling or hesitating about something? When your heart is in turmoil, the inner demon will have a chance to take advantage of it..."

Feng Yu Die followed his words cautiously and thought about it. She seemed to be troubled by the matter of Ye Anping and Sister Pei...

"Yeah."

"That's probably an inner demon in your heart. Senior, you should ask the Elders as soon as possible. To cultivate immortality, you must also cultivate your heart..."

Feng Yu Die looked at the unfamiliar disciple, lowered her eyes, and recalled the words spoken before.

---Mr. Qi said that he would definitely die when he formed his Nascent Soul...

At this time, a drop of rain fell from the sky and landed on her head.

Ta---

The rain clouds that had just dispersed had covered the mountain again.

Feng Yu Die looked up.

Rumble---

A spring thunder rumbled for hundreds of miles, shaking her heart.

Thud thud...

Feng Yu Die put the sword back into the storage bag, and then nodded and cupped her hands to the Black Star Sect disciple. "Sorry for disturbing you."

Without waiting for an answer, Feng Yu Die summoned her flying sword and sped toward the Heavenly Cloud Peak.

With a crack of lightning, spring thunder was heard again.

A torrential rain suddenly started to fall.

Feng Yu Die flew hurriedly in the rain, and soon, her whole body was drenched. She bit her teeth lightly, suppressing the uneasiness in her heart.

She knew that as long as she went to Young Master Ye, this uneasiness would dissipate very quickly, just like usual...

"Master Ye..."

The flying sword left a trail across the sky between the dark clouds. After flying for about half an hour, Feng Yu Die finally landed in front of the gate of the three-house courtyard where Xiao Yunluo and Ye Anping lived.

The heavy rain fell on the bluestone ground in front of the courtyard gate, creating ripples.

She rushed to the mahogany courtyard door and banged on the door, shouting, "Master Ye! Master Ye!!"

Bang bang bang---

Bang bang---

After a little while, the door opened.

Xiao Yunluo, with her pair of dragon horns, looked through the gap of the door with a resentful expression. When she saw Second Idiot standing at the door like a drowned chicken, she was slightly stunned and asked, "Second Idiot, what are you doing here? It's raining so hard..."

"Sister Xiao... Where is Young Master Ye?"

"Anping left with Lianxue this morning. They went to the Southern Region..." Xiao Yunluo said casually. She took out a packet of roasted chicken from her storage bag and handed it over. "Here you go. Before he left, Anping cooked a few for you. Take them and eat them."

"Ah?! Master Ye left?!"

"Well, he said that it's not necessary for us to follow him this time. There won't be much fighting, and it's not convenient for me to show my dragon horns in front of the Bright Star Sect's Patriarch."

"...Why didn't he tell me?"

"If Anping didn't tell you, it means he doesn't need our help. Don't worry. Besides, Lianxue is with him. He always takes her."

Feng Yu Die bit her lip slightly and slowly put the roasted chicken Xiao Yunluo gave her into her storage bag. She then turned around, walking toward her own courtyard.

Xiao Yunluo looked at her dejected expression and didn't say anything. Just as she was about to close the door, Feng Yu Die suddenly turned around and ran back.

"Sister Xiao!"

"...What's wrong?!"

"Did Young Master Ye say that you and I can't follow?!"

"He didn't say we couldn't, he just said it was unnecessary. Anping asked us to practice well in the Black Star Sect and prepare to form the Nascent Soul, and he will come back after he finishes dealing with the Bright Star Sect's affairs..."

After a short hesitation, Feng Yu Die raised her eyebrows and suggested, "In that case... shall we go after them?! What if Young Master Ye encounters something unexpected? We..."

"...But Anping told me to focus on my practice."

"Then, Sister Xiao, if you don't want to go, I'll go without you! I'm going to pack up, please tell the Elders I asked for leave..."

Feng Yu Die seemed to be in a hurry to go home and pack. Before she finished speaking, she turned around and ran toward her room.

Seeing her so anxious, Xiao Yunluo hesitated for a while, then gritted her teeth and chased after her, grabbing her shoulder. "Second Idiot!!"

"Huh?!"

"I... I'll go too! I'll pack up and leave a letter for Mr. Qi. Let's meet at the mountain gate."

"Oh... Okay!!"

...

Rumble---

Spring thunder burst as heavy rain poured down.

About four hundred miles southwest of the Black Star Sect, in a small town built around a mountain, two figures in raincoats, one tall and one short, landed their swords on the street, standing shoulder to shoulder.

In the streetside restaurant, the sound of chatting and clinking of drinks was constant.

"Have you heard about that Young Master of the Hundred Lotus Sect? Spring Phase energy or something... I asked around, and it seems that he has already formed his core at such a young age..."

"Not only that. I heard that he's extremely handsome. Even the Empress of the Cold Country drools over him. However, I guess the rumor is too far-fetched. If you want to talk about handsome looks, is he as handsome as me? Ha ha--"

The half-drunk guests started to brag, causing the people around to jeer them.

At this moment, two figures, one tall and one short, walked through the door of the restaurant.

The slightly taller youth in the lead lifted his hood slightly. His dark purple eyes swept over the customer who claimed to be more handsome than Ye Anping. Seeing that he was an early-stage Foundation Building cultivator, he smiled and said, "Young Master Ye of the Hundred Lotus Sect is naturally much more handsome than you."

The man turned with a look of disdain, squinted at the boy, trying to merge the double images in his vision generated by the wine, and asked loudly with spit flying out of his mouth. "Oh? Where did you come from, brat? Could it be that you have seen that Ye..."

At this point, he realized that the young man and the woman behind him were both late Core Formation cultivators. His face immediately turned pale, and he quickly bowed and cupped his hands.

"Greetings... Greetings, Seniors."

The young man did not seem to mind. He untied the strings around his neck, took off his bamboo hat, and cupped his hands in front of the twenty-odd rogue cultivators in the hall.

"It happened to be raining, so I came inside with my girlfriend to take shelter from the rain. If this 'Ye' has disturbed your mood, please forgive me."

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