The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix – Chapter 485

Chapter 484: Yu Die Becomes a Maid

The immoral acts among demonic cultivators were not an uncommon sight.

Moreover, judging by the scantily clad dress of the female cultivator, she was likely a disciple of the Hehuan Sect. Public dual cultivation was considered mild; if the demonic cultivators below were to express a desire to join, she would probably agree immediately.

Ye Anping had anticipated this and was not surprised, but Feng Yu Die, who was clinging to his sleeve, was clearly frightened.

Feng Yu Die wore a mask, so Ye Anping could not see her expression, but he could imagine it.

After pulling her a few steps away, Ye Anping said,

“Don’t overthink it, and don’t try to understand. This is how demonic cultivators are, especially since that woman is a cultivator from the Hehuan Sect.”

“Oh…”

Feng Yu Die looked up at Ye Anping. She suddenly felt inexplicably nervous. She glanced back at the two people on the second floor of the wine pavilion and couldn’t help but ask,

“So, Young Master Ye…”

“Hmm?”

“Did you and Junior Sister Pei and Senior Sister Xiao dual cultivate like that before?”

“…”

Ye Anping had not expected her to ask such a question. He pretended not to hear and continued to scan the various shops lining the street, looking for a good place to gather information.

However, after only ten steps, the onlookers below the wine pavilion suddenly began to discuss,

“Hey? Why did you stop?! I haven’t had my fill yet! Continue~”

“Are you incapable? If you can’t, let me try your companion?”

…

Ye Anping stopped upon hearing this. He slightly raised his bamboo hat and looked back at the demonic cultivator couple. The female cultivator, though scantily clad, now had a serious expression, devoid of her usual seductiveness. Her gaze was fixed on him and Feng Yu Die.

Ye Anping narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing something was amiss. He immediately released his spiritual sense. He then overheard the whispering between the demonic cultivator couple:

“Why did you stop, my lady? Cooperate with your husband… What are you looking at?”

“Husband, withdraw first. I sense a problem. Look at those two wearing bamboo hats. Is that woman an immortal cultivator?”

“Hmm… Which one?”

“Those two!”

The male demonic cultivator slightly thrust out his buttocks and followed his wife’s gaze. When his eyes fell on Feng Yu Die beside Ye Anping, he frowned,

“Hiss—Now that you mention it, my lady, she really does seem like one. That person doesn’t have any killing aura on them…”

Mumbling, the male demonic cultivator immediately pointed at Ye Anping and shouted,

“Hey!! You two wearing bamboo hats… You’re really brave, daring to infiltrate…”

Hearing this, Ye Anping’s deep purple eyes under the mask showed a hint of annoyance, but he also understood that Feng Yu Die had been exposed.

As for how she was exposed, he had no clue.

The demonic cultivator couple on the second floor of the wine pavilion were only at the Late Foundation Establishment stage.

The masks they were wearing could conceal their auras and were considered high-grade magical artifacts. To be safe, he had even hung the jade pendant given by Si Xuanji on Feng Yu Die’s belt.

Despite these preparations, Feng Yu Die’s identity as a non-demonic cultivator was still seen through.

However, how the two of them saw through it was no longer important.

Since they were exposed, what he needed to do now was to minimize the damage. If he were to attract all the old monsters of the Qu Long Village, he would have no choice but to draw his sword and fight his way out with Feng Yu Die.

Ye Anping moved his hand to his “left hand” behind his back, and with a small dagger hidden in his sleeve, he made a small cut on Gu Ming Xin’s hand, squeezing out two drops of blood.

Then, he mixed Gu Ming Xin’s blood with his Nascent Soul spiritual energy and scattered it around himself.

Gu Ming Xin’s Blood Fiend body was the purest demonic fiend spiritual energy. Among demonic cultivators, the stronger a cultivator’s demonic fiend spiritual energy, the deeper their foundation.

After Ye Anping employed this method, all the demonic cultivators around him and Feng Yu Die immediately shut their mouths. Several low-level demonic cultivators, merely at the Qi Refining stage, unable to withstand his Nascent Soul pressure and the extremely dense blood energy, went weak in the knees and knelt down.

Ye Anping squinted slightly, looked up at the male demonic cultivator pointing at him, and deliberately muttered in a hoarse voice,

“Hmm?”

With just one word, the male demonic cultivator on the second floor of the wine pavilion instantly turned pale, and the woman in front of him became so frightened her legs turned to jelly, causing her to slump over the railing.

The two of them immediately understood that they had made a foolish mistake.

The demonic cultivator couple swallowed and quickly climbed down from the second floor of the wine pavilion, put on their clothes, and hurried to Ye Anping and Feng Yu Die, kneeling and begging for mercy:

“Junior has eyes but failed to recognize your exalted status, disturbing your peace… Please… please, exalted one… forgive us!!!”

The man immediately slammed his head before Ye Anping’s shoe, and the Hehuan Sect woman beside him, with her head shrunk, hurried to explain,

“Ex… exalted one, this junior is willing to offer herself to atone for this disrespectful act… We only beg for our lives, and we will serve you like oxen and horses…”

“…”

Ye Anping’s deep purple eyes in the mask were utterly merciless, as if he were looking at two ants.

Because he was pretending to be a Nascent Soul demonic cultivator, according to the mindset of demonic cultivators, he should have cut the two of them in half on the spot.

But just as he was about to do so, he noticed the tattoo on the back of the male demonic cultivator’s neck.

It was a Qing Gui ghost mask with four fangs. If Ye Anping remembered correctly, it was the clan mark of Kong Xiang Mo, the Great Elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

In other words, this minor demonic cultivator was likely from the Kong family of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Ye Anping lowered his voice, squinted, and asked,

“Ghost Spirit Sect Kong family?”

“Replying to the exalted one, this junior is indeed from the Kong family…”

“So…” Ye Anping slightly tilted his head and sneered, “Raise your hand.”

“…Yes.”

Although slightly confused, the man quickly complied and raised his hand.

The next moment, Ye Anping’s right hand formed a sword finger and flicked slightly. A silver light bypassed the man’s right hand, severing three fingers. Blood splattered, and the severed fingers rolled to the ground.

Although startled, he gritted his teeth and endured the intense pain of his severed fingers, nodding and saying,

“Th… thank you, exalted one.”

“I dislike being pointed at. This time, out of respect for the Great Elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, I will spare you.”

With those words, Ye Anping withdrew his Nascent Soul spiritual energy, pulled down his bamboo hat, and turned away. His gaze fell on Feng Yu Die beside him, and he lowered his voice to command,

“Let’s go.”

Feng Yu Die was stunned for a moment, then understood Ye Anping’s hint. She lowered her head in cooperation and replied,

“…Yes, Master.”

“…”

Ye Anping shivered involuntarily but said no more. He led Feng Yu Die down the street.

The demonic cultivators lining the street voluntarily parted to create a path for them. After watching them turn at the intersection ahead, they all breathed a sigh of relief and began to whisper amongst themselves,

“Which sect does that Nascent Soul cultivator with the mask belong to? That killing aura… I’ve never seen anything like it in all my years… Is there such a figure in the Eastern Domain?”

“Perhaps an elder from the Tian Mo Sect? I saw that senior was a sword cultivator. As for the woman beside him, her cultivation is only Mid Foundation Establishment. She’s probably a cauldron snatched from an immortal family or something… Ah, never mind, let’s go drink.”

…

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After leaving that street, Ye Anping did not dare to relax his vigilance. He kept Gu Ming Xin’s blood on his person and scanned the passing demonic cultivators around him.

Seeing that he seemed to have gotten away with it without attracting any trouble, he breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Feng Yu Die, who was now cupping her stomach and walking beside him like a maid, and asked,

“Did your spiritual energy leak out just now?”

Feng Yu Die looked around cautiously and shook her head slightly, replying in a low voice,

“No, I’ve been suppressing it.”

Ye Anping confirmed, “Are you sure? Those two were only at the Late Foundation Establishment stage. You were suppressing your spiritual energy, so how did they see through you?”

Feng Yu Die shook her head again, indicating she didn’t know, and repeated,

“Young Master Ye, I’m certain I suppressed it. I never removed the aura-concealing spell.”

“…”

At this moment, Xiao Tian, who was sitting on Feng Yu Die’s shoulder, quickly waved her hands, helping Feng Yu Die explain,

“Anping, Yu Die really suppressed her spiritual energy. I was watching her the whole time… I suspect those two didn’t truly see through her, they just had a vague feeling…”

Hearing Xiao Tian say this, Ye Anping lowered his gaze and began to ponder.

This matter was likely not Feng Yu Die’s fault.

In the game, when Feng Yu Die and Xiao Yunluo infiltrated the Eastern Domain, they were often exposed as immortal cultivators. They basically had to fight their way through wherever they went.

He had initially thought that in the game, it was due to their personalities, one being careless and the other easily distracted, that led to their exposure. But now, it seemed the reason might be different.

Ye Anping speculated that it was likely Feng Yu Die’s Heavenly Dao spiritual energy, combined with her Spring aspect, that made her stand out like a lotus refusing to be stained, even when she tried her best to conceal her aura in a crowd of demonic cultivators.

It seemed that the mask he had prepared for Feng Yu Die and the jade pendant given by Si Xuanji were not as effective as he had hoped.

However, when Ye Anping was writing his plan, he had considered this possibility and prepared a backup method.

Although, this method was something he was really reluctant to use…

Ye Anping looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he directly raised his hand, took out a spiked collar from his storage bag, and tossed it to Feng Yu Die.

“Put it on yourself.”

“…”

Both Xiao Tian and Feng Yu Die were stunned when they saw Ye Anping throw what looked like a pet collar.

Ye Anping glanced at them and explained,

“Since cultivators at the Late Foundation Establishment stage could see through your identity as an immortal cultivator, if we encounter elders from the Ghost Spirit Sect, or Core Formation or Nascent Soul demonic cultivators later on, they will naturally be able to see through your identity as an immortal cultivator as well.”

“…”

“If you can’t hide it, then don’t. The jade pendant you’re wearing can conceal your cultivation. From now on, you’ll act as my maid. Your identity will be… a disciple of the Xuan Nu Sect that I captured from the Southern Domain.”

“Mn…”

Feng Yu Die hesitated for a moment, then didn’t say much. She slightly lifted her bamboo hat and put on the collar Ye Anping had given her.

“Good!”

Ye Anping looked at her. He felt a strange sensation, but said nothing more. He scanned his surroundings and saw a well-decorated restaurant not far ahead. He led Feng Yu Die towards it.

“In any case, let’s find a place to gather information first.”

…

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Inside the “Hong Yan Pavilion,” the air was thick with the smell of alcohol. Demonic cultivators drinking together in the main hall were enjoying themselves, with their companions’ soft chests between their hands, continuously caressing them.

Those who knew understood it was a place for drinks, but those who didn’t might mistake it for a brothel.

Behind the counter, a middle-aged man, appearing to be around forty years old, was tapping his abacus and scanning the guests in the main hall with a shifty gaze.

The next moment, a gust of eerie wind swept in from the entrance of the inn.

In the main hall, where the clamor of drinking and revelry had been, all the demonic cultivators instantly felt an unprecedented pressure and fell silent, turning their gazes towards the entrance.

A man and a woman, wearing bamboo hats and silver masks, stepped through the inn’s threshold in unison.

The demonic aura emanating from the man in front was so potent that cultivators merely at the Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment stage felt as if a knife were at their throats, struggling to breathe.

Ye Anping glanced dismissively at the demonic cultivators in the hall and walked straight to the counter, waving his hand to take out some spirit stones from his storage bag.

However, just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard footsteps from behind him.

Ye Anping paused and turned his head to look behind him. He saw a cultivator with a boyish appearance holding a paper fan stride through the threshold and stand beside him.

The person’s gaze lingered on the masks of him and Feng Yu Die before folding his fan and cupping his hands with a smile.

“… I am here to apologize.”

— Kong Huayuan, son of Kong Xiang Mo, the Great Elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Nascent Soul stage, early period.

The moment Ye Anping saw his face, he recognized his identity from his memory. His brow under the mask furrowed slightly, and he asked,

“What sin do you wish to atone for, my lord?”

“Previously, one of my disciples disturbed your peace in the street, so…”

Kong Huayuan smiled, waved his sleeve, and a bloody head landed directly on the counter. It rolled twice and looked towards Ye Anping.

The owner of this head was the demonic cultivator at the Late Foundation Establishment stage who had been dual cultivating in the street on the second floor of the wine pavilion.

Beside him, Feng Yu Die’s expression became more vigilant. Her small hands, hidden in her sleeves, formed sword fingers, ready to fight.

However, upon seeing this, Ye Anping quickly signaled her with his hand behind his back not to act rashly. He chuckled,

“Heh…”

Kong Huayuan’s gaze lingered for a moment on the collar around Feng Yu Die’s neck, then he smiled and asked,

“I would like to invite you for a drink, my lord. Is it convenient for you?”

Ye Anping pondered for a moment, then smiled and replied,

“…Young Master Kong of the Ghost Spirit Sect invites me, how could I refuse?”

“Heh heh, then my lord, please.”

Kong Huayuan gestured with his hand, threw a bag of spirit stones from his storage bag, and then walked towards the stairs on his own.

Ye Anping let out a slight sigh and signaled Feng Yu Die with his eyes to cooperate later. He then followed Kong Huayuan’s steps towards the second floor.

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