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The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix C216

Chapter 216: Senior brother sneak into the enemy camp

With a grey cloak and mask concealing his identity, Ye Anping carefully observed the attacker’s size and height on the ground. Sensing the man was slightly taller and stronger than himself, he tore off a piece of cloth from the bedsheet and stuffed it into his clothes.

Lastly—

Swish—

He drew a bloody gash on his left arm and used his sword to destroy the attacker’s nose and mouth, ensuring his face couldn’t be recognized. After completing these tasks, Ye Anping remained vigilant of any movement outside the house. He returned to the closet, grasped Huang Quan’s wrist, and ensured she wasn’t fatally injured. Then, he placed a small bottle of elixir and a warm cloak in the closet, saying,

“Miss Huang Quan, take one pill every hour and use the cloak to stay warm. You’ll stay hidden in this closet tonight and come out at dawn. Remember…”

Huang Quan, her face pale, gripped his sleeve with worry,

“Brother-in-law… where are you?”

“I’ll be fine. Just rest.”

“…Alright.” Suppressing her cough, Huang Quan hesitated before releasing his sleeve. “Be careful, Brother-in-law…”

“Okay.”

Squeak—

Gently closing the closet doors, Ye Anping breathed a sigh of relief. He then looked at the fallen attacker, removed his storage bag, and inspected its contents with his spiritual consciousness.

“Spiritual stones, elixirs… and what’s this?”

Muttering to himself, he picked up a circular pendant from the bag. Inspecting it, he noticed the names Ye’an and Yushuiting engraved on a tasselled bamboo sign below, solidifying his suspicions.

“Ye’an!” Glancing at the dead man beside him, he scoffed. “Bringing personal belongings to an assassination. Well done, Brother Ye.”

Ye Anping returned the pendant to the storage bag, hanging it from his waist. With his bloodied sword in hand, he exited the room.

Outside, on the courtyard’s flying eaves, the wind and snow raged. Two masked men in grey cloaks crouched on the tiles, eyes fixed on the open door of Ye Anping’s bedroom amidst the howling wind.

Huhu—

One of them felt puzzled. He had counted to sixty silently but still saw no sign of their target emerging from the house. He voiced his confusion,

“Why hasn’t he come out yet?”

“Let’s wait a bit longer. They might be looting the house. Brother Ye is known for being thorough in his searches, and Ye Anping is a young master. He surely has valuable items on him. They’re probably having some fun stealing them.”

“But this is taking a bit too long…”

“Get your swords ready. If there really is a problem, then Ye Anping will definitely be seriously injured. It won’t be hard for the two of us to deal with him.”

“Yeah, true.”

During their conversation, a person finally emerged from the bedroom door ahead. The two individuals on the roof immediately squinted to get a better look. Due to the wind and snow, they couldn’t make out the man’s face clearly, but they could see the grey cloak he was wearing.

Ye Anping stepped out of the room, pausing for a moment. He felt the gaze of the remaining two individuals on him. If he veered off course now, he might be exposed. However, with the heavy snowfall, it was impossible to locate the two with just his eyes. Using his spiritual senses to find them would be too conspicuous, especially if one of them was skilled in spiritual techniques.

After contemplating for a moment, he decided to kneel, pretending to be injured with his spiritual sword planted in the ground, hoping to lure the two out.

As expected, not long after he knelt, two figures leapt down from the nearby courtyard roof, swiftly approaching him.

“What’s going on? Still pretending to be injured!”

The rough voice came as expected, tinged with a local dialect accent, seemingly mocking him as inexperienced. But from the tone, Ye Anping inferred that this person was quite laid-back.

As for the tall, thin man, his gaze was fixed on Ye Anping, showing some suspicion. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly asked, “Brother Zhou! Can that poisoned man still harm you?”

“Brother Zhou!…” Ye Anping furrowed his brow. The jade pendant earlier clearly read Ye’an and Yushuiting, the latter obviously a female name. Even if the person was really named Yushuiting, referring to this man as Brother Zhou seemed off. But it was also possible that the jade pendant didn’t belong to the person just now…

Ye Anping was uncertain, gripping his spiritual sword tightly. The two’s cultivation levels—one in the mid-stage of foundation building, the other in the early stage—meant that if he could take out the mid-stage cultivator with a surprise attack, the other would be easy to handle.

After a moment’s pause, he cleared his throat and, in a hoarse voice in the Southern dialect, replied, “Brother Zhou! Where’s Brother Zhou from?”

“That’s right, Brother Liu,” the rough-voiced man suddenly realized, turning to the other man. “Are you confused? This is Brother Ye. Good night, my childhood friend.”

“Oh… Sorry, I got it wrong.”

The tall, thin man shrugged, then turned to look in the direction of Yun Yiyi’s bedroom, saying, “It’s probably done over there. Let’s hurry up.”

However, Ye Anping had already made up his mind not to let these two live. One might be carefree, but he was Ye Anping’s childhood friend. The other was too suspicious, posing too great a risk if left alive. He gripped his spiritual sword tightly, waiting for the moment when the man with the rough voice turned around and was about to jump onto the roof. He slightly widened his stance and stepped forcefully.

The blade of the sword pierced into the ground, causing the snow to scatter with a clang.

Clang—

The slender spiritual sword, emanating a chilling aura, sliced through the snowflakes in the air. Under Ye Anping’s control, it drew a precise silver line, aiming directly for the heart gate on the man’s back. The white blade plunged into the back, while the bloody blade emerged from the front of the chest.

Through the sensation in his hand, Ye Anping realized that the heart, left lung, and two ribs in the chest had been pierced, but the meridians remained intact. He promptly twisted the sword halfway into the heart and swung it horizontally.

Swish—

Severing the chest, hot blood sprayed out. In one smooth motion, he reversed his grip on the spiritual sword and blocked it on his back.

Ding—

Having bypassed the tall, thin man, Ye Anping first targeted the person in the mid-stage of the foundation building. Although Ye Anping’s back was turned towards the other person, the spiritual sword he held against his back intercepted the sword swung at his neck. The tall, thin man’s eyes widened in astonishment. Feeling the threat, he immediately attempted to create distance and escape. However, Ye Anping wasn’t about to let him get away.

With his right foot planted, Ye Anping twisted his body and executed the “Looking Back at the Moon” move.

The slender blade traced a crescent arc of light, grazing the man’s neck.

Swish—

Then, retracting the sword, he flicked it forcefully.

“Sigh—”

Ye Anping breathed out, retrieving the spirit sword from his storage bag. The next moment, the two men fell to the ground, one after the other, landing where he had stood.

Glancing at them, he ignored the decapitated tall, thin man, returning to the man in the middle stage of the foundation building. He raised his sword and made sure he was dead by poking several key points on his body. Then, he squatted down to check his belongings.

After deducing the names of the two individuals from their belongings, Ye Anping stood up. Using the spirit sword, he added two more bloodstains on his waist and left arm. Then, dipping his hand in blood, he wiped it on his forehead and the tip of his nose. He then jumped onto the eaves to search for the whereabouts of the other people’s accomplices.

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