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The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix C292

Chapter 292: Wan’er, A Trap within a Trap

The moon ascended above the branches. In Yu Guan City, the lights gradually dimmed. Under the vast temperature difference between day and night in the Gobi Desert, even those still roaming the streets draped themselves in heavy cloaks. If they listened carefully, they could faintly hear the breaths of men and women in the dark alleys.

Ye Anping stood by the window in his compartment, watching the passersby on the street, feeling somewhat conflicted. Though it was often said to emerge untainted from difficult situations, he felt a prolonged stay in this city could tarnish even the purest of souls.

“No matter if we catch anyone, we’re leaving tomorrow. It’s not good for Junior Sister and Feng Yudie to linger here too long,” He decided.

He couldn’t shake off the paternal worry creeping over him. It felt like escorting two daughters through a shady neighborhood teeming with unsavory characters, making him even contemplate covering Junior Sister and Feng Yudie’s eyes and ears.

Ye Anping shook his head, gazing up at the sky. The cold wind of the Gobi night stirred some dust, and the scattered stars above resembled dark clouds, casting an ominous vibe.

According to the recent message from the Sand Pavilion’s Pavilion Master, the demonic tribe’s attack on the city should happen in the next few days.

“Demonic tribe… the main plot is becoming more and more troublesome, sigh—” He muttered.

Thinking about the events that might unfold and the seductive fox within the demonic tribe, Ye Anping felt a headache coming on. He decided to temporarily put aside the matter of the demonic tribe and refocus on Su Wan’er.

“I hope we can catch her,” He sighed.

Honestly, he was confident that Su Wan’er wouldn’t strip him of his belongings, but he lacked confidence in capturing her.

Su Wan’er’s “Star-picking Technique” was a formidable skill, almost comparable to Feng Yudie’s Nine Heavens Sword Technique.

Ye Anping sighed, checked the traps set in the room, then laid on the bed, closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep to pass the time.

After some time, the strange noises from the street had ceased. Suddenly, the tinkling sound of two jade bells jolted Ye Anping awake.

Ding-ling-ling~~ Ding-ling-ling~~

She was here!

Ye Anping cracked open his left eye slightly, peering towards the window.

A figure clad in all white, wearing a fox mask, stood beside the round table in the compartment. She looked incredibly suave, showing no signs of being a thief as if this were her own abode.

Su Wan’er picked up the teapot from the round table and pulled her mask up slightly, revealing soft, cherry-like lips. She bit the spout of the teapot and took a big gulp,

“Gurgle, gurgle~~ Ah—”

“…”

Ye Anping contemplated applauding her. This person had truly shattered his preconceived notion of a thief. Usually, when a thief entered someone else’s house, they sneaked around cautiously, hunching their body, afraid to make any noise and wake the homeowner.

But this one…

One could only say that she had yet to be caught. She was indeed skillful.

Su Wan’er set down the teapot, readjusted her mask, and then turned to glance at Ye Anping lying still on the bed before scanning the four corners of the compartment.

“Hmm… not too foolish. At least you know to put some talismans in the house, better than those two girls from the Xuanxing Sect. The placement of these talismans, however, is too conspicuous…”

She remarked, flicking her fingers. The talismans, originally attached to the room’s four corners, instantly moved into the air, landing between her fingertips.

Su Wan’er examined the four talismans in her hand, assuming they were the common “Vajra Talisman” or “Immobilization Talisman” carried by cultivators when going out. However, these were adorned with doodle-like markings, and the symbols in the center transformed into—”You,” “Die,” “Immobile,” and “Complete.”

Upon seeing the characters on the talismans, a pale hue gradually spread across Su Wan’er’s face beneath her mask, and her eyes widened in shock.

Without hesitation, she used her escape technique, transforming into a white light and darting out of the room’s window, landing stealthily on the opposite roof. She observed Ye Anping’s room while preparing for a second escape. However, after staring at Ye Anping’s room window for a while, there was no movement inside.

“….”

She now realized she had been tricked and infuriated, her eyes twitching in anger.

“Alright, playing tricks on me! Posting four fake talismans to create a false appearance!”

Thinking she would definitely confront “Liang Ah Liu” later, she suddenly felt her right hand being clamped by someone.

At the same time, she heard a girl’s voice with a hint of amusement,

“Are you the Thief Immortal? Young Master Ye told me to lie here and wait, saying that you would definitely escape to this roof.”

Su Wan’er turned to see a girl with silver-white hair lying beside her, filled with question marks.

“When did she sneak up on me?”

“When I just escaped, how did I not see someone on the roof?”

“No, it’s because my attention was on that window just now, so I neglected for a moment, didn’t notice that this girl has been crouching on the roof suppressing her aura…”

“And she claimed she’s been waiting here all along?”

“Sigh–”

Su Wan’er took a deep breath, sensing something was off, and prepared once more to utilize her escape technique to flee. However, seeing the white-haired girl before her, tightly gripping her wrist, she froze again.

“You…”

Feng Yudie grinned,

“Young Master Ye mentioned your adeptness at escaping. Tell me, once I grab your hand, you can’t flee! Although your Hexagram Escape is swift and far-reaching, it can’t take another person along!”

The almond-shaped eyes beneath Su Wan’er’s mask widened in disbelief.

“How did you…”

But the next moment.

Boom—

A muffled sound reverberated instantly on the roof. Feng Yudie maintained her grip on Su Wan’er’s wrist with her right hand, her left hand clenched into a fist, wasting no time as she swung it toward Su Wan’er’s abdomen.

Though it was a small fist resembling a bean bag, the resulting gust of wind lifted all the roof tiles around them. Su Wan’er’s eyes filled with shock. She didn’t expect a foundation-building cultivator to deliver such a powerful punch. However, with her right hand firmly caught, she couldn’t evade it. Thus, she had no choice but to use her spiritual power to protect herself, relying on the body of the Core Formation cultivator to forcefully withstand the blow.

She had thought that after this girl sent her flying, she could immediately employ her escape technique to flee. However, to her surprise, while Feng Yudie punched with her left hand, her right hand forcefully pulled Su Wan’er towards herself.

Thud—

This punch struck directly at her chest, making her already modest bosom even more burdened. The force solidly landed on Su Wan’er’s ribcage with an oppressive force, coursing through her bones and veins, then erupting from her back like muffled thunder.

The almond-colored eyes behind the mask were instantly filled with bloodshot veins.

“Cough—”

This punch was the only one she had taken in decades, making it the most impactful. Su Wan’er knew her own capabilities. Since embarking on the path of immortality, all her energy had been focused on escape techniques and the Star-Picking Art. Even her Core Formation relied on cultivating materials from various sects’ treasuries.

Facing a cultivator of the same realm in direct combat, she had no chance of winning. Even against a cultivator one realm below, if they were skilled, she couldn’t confront them head-on.

Judging from the punch, the white-haired girl in front of her was undoubtedly among the best on the Foundation Building stage.

Su Wan’er furrowed her brows slightly. With her free left hand, she made a slight gesture like a sword, activating an escape technique with Feng Yudie.

Instantly, their figures turned into a white light, crashing directly into the inn’s wall across the street.

Boom—

A large hole broke open in the wall, with Feng Yudie now underneath Su Wan’er. The sensation of hitting the ground on her back was quite uncomfortable, causing Feng Yudie to gasp, but she still firmly held onto Su Wan’er’s wrist.

“Cough—”

“Let go!!”

“I won’t!!” Feng Yudie frowned and shouted, then turned her head to the just-getting-up Ye Anping, “Young Master Ye!! Help…”

At these words, Su Wan’er glanced at Ye Anping, who had just gotten out of bed, wondering—Isn’t he Liang Ah Liu?

Ye Anping watched the two crash through the wall, sighed slightly, then pointed with a sword gesture, taking out a spirit sword from his storage pouch, swiftly came to Su Wan’er’s side, and swung the spirit sword toward Su Wan’er.

“Heh…”

However, seeing him draw the spirit sword, a smile appeared on Su Wan’er’s face beneath the mask, and her free left hand gestured like a sword.

Swoosh—

The room fell silent for a moment, and in the next instant, the spirit sword in Ye Anping’s hand instantly appeared in Su Wan’er’s hand.

Feng Yudie, being ridden by Su Wan’er, widened her eyes upon seeing Ye Anping handing her a sword.

“Ah!”

Ye Anping calmly reminded, “Protect yourself.”

Under normal circumstances, when the sword disappeared from his hand in the midst of a swing, anyone would be surprised. So, Su Wan’er naturally ignored Ye Anping, lifting the sword in her hand, gripping it like a dagger in her left hand, and pointing the tip at Feng Yudie to force her to let go.

But just as she was about to thrust the sword down, a dazzling burst of fire erupted on the surface of the spirit sword.

Boom—

The talisman attached to Ye Anping’s spirit sword exploded in advance. Fireworks spewed out from the second-floor window of the inn, shattering the paper windows and the roof tiles above the inn. At the same time, a person ignited by the talisman flew out of the second floor of the inn, crashing heavily into the center of the street, creating a massive indentation in the sandy ground.

Su Wan’er felt her head buzzing incessantly as she lay in the center of the pit. Though her body ached, she could sense that her injuries were not too severe. After all, it was just a few talismans and a punch from a mid-stage Foundation Building cultivator. Su Wan’er, being in the early stage of Core Formation, could withstand such attacks. However, she had quite a few questions in her mind,

What was the deal with this group of foundation-building cultivators? She had stolen from Foundation Building cultivators before. More than many people had taken pills. Most people only discovered they were robbed after several days. Even the smarter ones who caught her on the spot couldn’t resist her Star-Picking Art or catch up with her escape technique. Just like that young master from the Xuanxing Sect before, who could only watch her without any means to stop her.

But those two just now…

One knew that her escape technique couldn’t take others with her. The other seemed to anticipate that she would use the Star-Picking Art to snatch their spirit sword, so they attached talismans to it in advance.

It was as if… they came specifically for her, setting up this trap just for her.

“Never mind, let’s escape for now! We’ll figure it out later…”

Su Wan’er said so, pushing herself up despite the pain, mobilizing her spiritual energy to escape directly from Yu Guan City.

Tap, tap—

Light footsteps, accompanied by a chilling cold, approached from behind her.

Su Wan’er paused, seeing waves of snow mist on the street covered in yellow sand.

In an instant, the sand froze!

She widened her eyes and then, somewhat helplessly, shouted,

“Oh my~~ What’s going on again?”

Su Wan’er felt frustrated and slowly turned her head to look behind her. Underneath a building twenty yards away, a woman in a blue dress held an icy spirit sword, staring at her.

At this moment, Su Wan’er tried to escape but found her feet frozen by the icy aura. Glancing at the distance between herself and the woman, she realized that within twenty yards, she could easily use her Star-Picking Art to snatch the sword from the girl’s hand. However, beyond twenty yards…

“Are you calculating well? Come over here!!” Pei Lianxue’s voice sounded, and Su Wan’er almost felt infuriated. Her entire face twitched beneath the mask. After hesitating for a moment, she immediately knelt, raising her hands,

“I’m sorry, sisters!! I’m sorry, big brother!! I was wrong!! I repent!! I surrender!! I promise not to escape!!”

At this moment, Ye Anping and Feng Yudie also jumped down from the second-floor room of the inn. Ye Anping had already protected himself in advance, but Feng Yudie was a bit slow in her reaction. Now, her face was blackened by the earlier fire talisman, making her silver hair stand out even more. Feng Yudie looked at Ye Anping with a resentful expression,

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to explode?”

“How was I supposed to know you guys would fly back?” Ye Anping sighed and said, “Adapting to circumstances. I didn’t expect her to bring you back with her escape technique.”

Ignoring Feng Yudie’s resentful look, Ye Anping contemplated for a moment and then willingly stepped into Su Wan’er’s twenty-yard range, saying,

“Miss Daoist, I don’t intend to capture you for a reward from the Sword Sect. I just need your help with something, and of course, there will be compensation…”

“Oh, it’s business. Why go through all this trouble? Ask that girl to withdraw her spiritual energy, and let’s sit down to discuss slowly,” Su Wan’er said somewhat helplessly.

Ye Anping smiled and replied,

“We can talk the same way. By the way, if you don’t agree, my junior sister will chop you up.”

Beside Ye Anping, Feng Yudie’s head shrunk, and she asked quietly,

“Oh, is Junior Sister Pei so ruthless?”

Ye Anping glanced at her and remained silent. Just as he was about to continue chatting with Su Wan’er, three gleaming flying swords suddenly arrived from a distance, hovering above the four. A male voice, filled with the aura of a late Foundation Establishment cultivator, sounded from above,

“Who is causing trouble here?”

Ye Anping furrowed his brows and looked up. Upon seeing the three flying swords and the three individuals in golden Daoist robes, he understood their identity.

—Disciples from the Cabinet of the Heavenly Path Sect. He felt a bit helpless at once. Taking three steps back, he retrieved his identity token from his waist, bowed, and greeted,

“I am Liang Ah Liu, an Inner Sect disciple of the Xuanxing Sect. I greet the three seniors.”

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