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The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix C229

Chapter 229: Old man, hiss——

Rumble—

The spiritual fire surged into the sky, illuminating the thick dark clouds overhead like a newborn golden crow, completely dispersing the night’s darkness for hundreds of miles around.

Hundreds of years of snow accumulated on the peak of Qiong Peak were thrown into the sky by the impact, followed by a sudden eruption of lava and flames. In just an instant, the trees in the ten-mile snow forest were all engulfed in flames.

Boom—

Ten spiritual lights flickered among the mountains. Zhuang Yan gasped for breath, sweeping away the rubble pressing against him with a wave of his hand. Then, he leapt out of the mountain, summoning his flying sword to hover in mid-air. His once pristine golden-white Daoist robe now bore several burnt holes, and his neatly arranged hair bun was now dishevelled.

“Ah—”

“Help…”

Several foundation-building cultivators, their bodies scorched, still clung to life but were now pinned under flying rubble. They struggled and cried out for help, but Zhuang Yan showed no intention of lending aid, his gaze cold and ruthless.

Watching the lava continuously gush from the mountain below, Zhuang Yan gritted his teeth, cheeks bulging with effort. He then waved his sleeves, releasing his consciousness in an attempt to locate the person who had thrown the water spirit beads moments ago, as well as Yun Jiujiu and Yun Yiyi.

Unfortunately, the mountain of spiritual fire rendered his consciousness useless.

“Tsk…”

Zhuang Yan raised his left hand, shaking off his sleeve to reveal his badly burned left arm. He spread his fingers, and a black pill with silver-white cracks floated up from his palm.

This was the evil pill he had snatched from the furnace before it exploded. Zhuang Yan had spent decades researching the method of reshaping his physical body and nearly twenty years gathering the necessary materials from all over the Heavenly Realm, all to create a body for his disciple Yun Kunwu.

But now, due to a small oversight and the meddling of two insignificant characters, it was all for nought.

“Elder Zhuang—save…”

“Shout—!”

Zhuang Yan roared angrily, waving his long sleeves to mobilize dozens of golden spirit swords floating around him, shooting them towards a foundation-building cultivator below who was reaching out for help.

Swish—Swish—

Several piercing sounds echoed as the cultivator, whose right shoulder was pinned by a massive rock, was instantly pierced by Zhuang Yan’s golden swords, his soul dispersing without a sound.

“Ha-hu-”

Zhuang Yan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He lifted his fingers, reverting to the ten spiritual swords. After a moment, he calmed the bulging veins on his forehead, regaining his composure. Then, he looked again at the evil pill held in his left hand.

He didn’t have another sixty-year cycle to refine this evil pill for Yun Kunwu, and with such a commotion, he couldn’t show up as an elder in the Moon Shadow Sword Sect again.

“Kunwu, my teacher…”

—”Hey, isn’t this Elder Zhuang? It’s a coincidence that it isn’t.”

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Suddenly, a woman’s mocking voice came from behind Zhuang Yan, causing him to open his eyes slightly. He immediately put away the evil pill in his hand and turned around to look.

The woman in white reclined on her flying sword, holding a jade gourd in her hand. She took a swig, letting the wine spill from her lips down her chin, dripping into her collar and tracing the deep cleavage between her breasts.

“Hu Tianyue…”

Zhuang Yan’s gaze became wary, feeling a bit puzzled. It would take at least half an hour to fly from Zhongfeng Yujian to this location, yet Hu Tianyue had arrived just fifteen minutes after the explosion…

Hu Tianyue raised a jade-coloured spiritual sword from her storage bag, standing up and complaining,

“Just earlier, the Third Miss hurriedly came to my abode, kicked me out of bed, and claimed that someone had climbed into her bed in the middle of the night. I thought it wasn’t a big deal, probably just some second-rate thugs, but it seems like it’s a bigger issue now…”

“…”

“Coincidentally, I’ve never had the chance to spar with Elder Zhuang.” Hu Tianyue raised her jade sword, arching an eyebrow. “Shall we?”

“Ha! Insolence to the extreme!! Hu Tianyue, dare you, a junior, speak thus in front of me?”

Zhuang Yan sneered, grabbing a nearby spiritual sword and glaring.

“Arrogant or not, you’ll find out when we try.”

Upon hearing this, Hu Tianyue’s demeanour shifted from relaxed to serious. She took out her primary magical weapon from her storage bag.

Though her cultivation level was similar to Zhuang Yan’s, both being mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, when it came to battles between cultivators of the same realm and above, it was all about their foundations.

In simpler terms, the more magical weapons someone has and the stronger those weapons are, the better their chances of winning.

Facing Zhuang Yan, Hu Tianyue figured she only had a 40% chance of winning, but as long as she stayed focused, Zhuang Yan’s attempt to crush her Nascent Soul would be futile.

As long as she held out until the other elders arrived, Zhuang Yan wouldn’t stand a chance against the combined attack of several Nascent Soul cultivators.

Zhuang Yan released a burst of spiritual energy and tightened his grip on the spiritual sword in his hand.

Boom!

An explosion echoed in the air.

Zhuang Yan swiftly transformed into a stream of light and darted in the opposite direction of Hu Tianyue, escaping a hundred feet away in an instant.

Hiss—You old man, what the heck!!” Hu Tianyue blinked, took a moment to realize Zhuang Yan had fooled her, then took a deep breath, wielded her jade sword, transformed into a stream of light, and pursued him.

Thunderbolt!

The two Nascent Soul cultivators chased each other, creating arcs of lightning between the clouds, illuminating the swirling snowflakes in the air.

On the slope of Qiongfeng Mountain, Zhang Yihe and Pei Lianxue each wielded a shovel, diligently clearing the snow underfoot.

Swish!

Pei Lianxue’s shovel hit something beneath the snow, and a moment later, a miserable cry echoed from below.

“Oops!!”

Pei Lianxue paused, then hastily waved to Zhang Yihe on the other side, saying,

“Found it,” Zhang Yihe exclaimed.

“I’m coming,” Hu Tianyue responded urgently.

Zhang Yihe wasted no time and hurried over with his shovel, carefully clearing the snow in front of Pei Lianxue to reveal Yun Xi underneath.

When the spiritual fire erupted earlier, a giant rock was flung into the air, directly striking Yun Xi who was flying with her sword, sending her crashing down from the sky.

Hu Tianyu was confident she wouldn’t die and sent Pei Lianxue and Zhang Yihe to dig while she checked the situation directly above the spiritual fire.

Yun Xi, saved from beneath the snow, twisted her face in annoyance at Zhang Yihe.

“Zhang Yihe!!! What the heck…”

“Hey – Third Miss, it’s not my fault. You see, I warned you when the stone flew over. Miss Pei and I were not hit.”

Yun Xi’s eyes twitched. The rocks that flew just now hit her in the face. Zhang Yihe shouted as an afterthought, “Miss Third, be careful of flying rocks!!”

There was no use scolding him. She quickly stood up, bandaged the wound on her head that was bleeding from Pei Lianxue’s shovel, took a pill, and looked up at the sky.

Seeing the flickering thunder above the clouds, she immediately felt uneasy but also relieved that she followed Pei Lianxue’s suggestion to bring Hu Tianyue with them.

“Huh,” Yun Xi took a deep breath and said, “Let’s go!! Go and collect the corpses!”

“Ah!” Zhang Yihe paused, not understanding, “Third Miss, what corpses are we collecting?”

“The corpses of my two stinky sisters! Damn it, they’d better be dead. Once they die, I’ll be the sect leader! Humph~” Yun Xi cursed and kicked a snowdrift in front of her hard.

Boom–

Unexpectedly, there was a stone in the snowdrift. It hurt her so much that she took a deep breath, trembled, squatted down, covered her feet, and shed tears.

After Zhang Yihe saw it, he asked, “Third Miss, do you really think so? The eldest and second miss are dead…”

“You care what I think?” Yun Xi turned her head, tears streaming down her face, “Let’s go! Go dig them out, dead or alive. We must dig them out.”

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