The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the mountain soil under their feet turned into a gravel path, with some spiritual stone lamps standing on both sides, and at the end was a seven-story sky pavilion about a hundred feet high.

"Make yourselves at home. Milady will arrive in a moment."

"Thank you."

After watching the black-robed cultivator turn into black mist and disappear, Ye Anping walked forward and opened the door of the pavilion, leading Feng Yu Die and Gu Mingxin into the main hall.

There were some scattered porcelains placed in the hall on the first floor. The most eye-catching one was a shrine-like arrangement in the middle. On a mahogany table, there were three incense burners and a black spiritual sword.

Ye Anping glanced around. The decoration in the Heartbreak Palace was exactly as he remembered.

However, the way Feng Yu Die and Mo Chi Ling met for the first time was completely different from the game.

The biggest difference was Gu Mingxin.

Although Mo Chi Ling was a demonic cultivator, after the Eastern Region chapter of the game, she stood on Feng Yu Die\'s side all the way, helping her and Xiao Yunluo to advance eastward, while Gu Mingxin stood on the side of the Heavenly Demon Sect, chasing Feng Yu Die relentlessly.

Ye Anping glanced back at the two girls who were scanning the surroundings and didn\'t say anything. He walked to the front of the shrine and looked at the black spiritual sword enshrined.

This was the sword of Mo Chi Ling\'s brother, Mo Ming.

And Mo Ming was the reason why Mo Chi Ling hated Yu Yan, and also the life-saving straw for her to escape from the Heavenly Demon Sect alive.

It could be said that Mo Ming\'s death made Mo Chi Ling see the true face of Yu Yan.

Whether it was Mo Chi Ling or the current Gu Mingxin, for Yu Yan, they were all just some higher-level human furnaces.

While Ye Anping was thinking about Mo Chi Ling, a breeze suddenly blew in from the window, ruffling his sleeves, and then a slightly hoarse female voice came to his ears. "Mr. Ye, do you like this sword?"

Mo Chi Ling seemed to appear out of thin air behind Ye Anping, and the sudden voice startled Xiao Tian, who was lying on Ye Anping\'s shoulder, making her hair stand on ends. "Huh?!"

However, Ye Anping seemed to have expected it, and his expression didn\'t change at all. He did not turn his head to look behind him; he just replied calmly instead. "Even if I like it, I wouldn\'t dare to ask you for it, Miss Mo."

"..."

Seeing Ye Anping\'s calm reaction, Mo Chi Ling became even more curious about him. After all, her ability to conceal her spiritual aura could even deceive Yu Yan, a cultivator in the Void Returning stage.

If a person suddenly appeared behind them and spoke out of the blue, anyone would be shocked, right?

Even Gu Mingxin turned pale when she touched her from behind the first time. She jumped half a foot on the spot and drew her sword to cut her down.

How come this man is so calm, even his breath is not disordered...

Ye Anping shook his head and turned around calmly to look at Mo Chi Ling who was sitting in a wheelchair. "I am sorry to disappoint you, Miss Mo."

Mo Chi Ling stared at Ye Anping\'s face with her head tilted. "Could it be that Mr. Ye can read minds?"

"Miss Mo, you\'re joking."

Ye Anping smiled, glanced at the sword in the ancestral hall, and praised it bluntly. "This sword of Master Mo could be regarded as a divine object."

"..."

Mo Chi Ling froze when she heard this. She didn\'t write her brother\'s name on the sword, and there was no spiritual tablet in the ancestral hall. There were only a handful of people who knew about her brother\'s matter.

Who the hell was this man...

"...Mr. Ye, you have come from afar, let me treat you to some tea and light snacks. Please take a seat."

"Thank you."

Mo Chi Ling maneuvered the wheelchair, turned around, and led Ye Anping to the tea table in the corner of the hall. After he sat down, she personally lifted the teapot and poured him a cup.

Watching Ye Anping naturally and without any scruples taking a sip of the tea she had mixed, she asked in confusion, "Young Master Ye, aren\'t you afraid that I will poison this tea?"

Ye Anping swallowed the tea and answered simply, "What reason would you have to poison me?"

"I am a demonic cultivator, and you are an immortal cultivator, isn\'t this a reason?" Mo Chi Ling raised her hand. "You are in the Eastern Region, and it is the first time you met me, shouldn\'t you be more cautious? How can you drink the tea I poured without thinking?"

Ye Anping shrugged and put down the teacup. "Just consider it my mistake."

"..."

This person…

After two unsuccessful attempts to ruffle him, Mo Chi Ling felt a little aggrieved.

However, she now realized that perhaps in the eyes of this handsome young man, she might be already naked, and he could even see what color her underwear was.

Ye Anping smiled. "Miss Mo, how about being frank? I don\'t like beating around the bush."

"Be frank..." Mo Chi Ling leaned forward while supporting her cheek, her face showing a hint of dissatisfaction. "Mr. Ye, you have seen me naked, but I don\'t know your strengths and weaknesses at all... I feel a little uncomfortable."

?

Ye Anping paused, then said, "Then, I\'ll apologize first, and that\'s enough for the small talk. I\'m here to make a deal. I hope that you can deliver the news of the demonic cultivators to Young Miss Xiao of the Black Star Sect who is now in Brilliance City, and Young Miss Yun of the Moon Shadow Sword Sect who is in Seven Star Pass."

"...What if I don\'t agree?"

"Then..."

Mo Chi Ling looked at Ye Anping\'s calm expression, and she suddenly showed some hostility in her eyes, interrupting him. "Are you going to tell the Heavenly Demon Sect that I\'m still alive, or send me directly to Yu Yan?"

"...Miss Mo, it seems that you have some misunderstandings about me."

Mo Chi Ling\'s voice became serious. "For a person I met for the first time, you seem to know everything about me, but I know nothing about you, Mr. Ye."

"..."

"A Young Master of a little-known immortal sect has suddenly risen to prominence. Do you think I will trust you without questioning anything?"

Mo Chi Ling said this and gently knocked on the tea table.

Tap-tap--

At this signal, several dark shadows rushed in from the windows, blocking the entrance and exit of the hall.

Feng Yu Die, who was in the middle of the hall, reacted immediately and took out her sword, flashing behind Ye Anping to guard his back. "Young Master Ye…"

Gu Mingxin\'s red eyes swept over the dozen or so black-robed cultivators with increased vigilance, but seeing that Ye Anping did not make any move, she did not summon her sword.

Ye Anping looked around calmly and smiled. "Miss Mo, you should stop playing these tricks. You should know that since I dare to come here to see you in person, I have the confidence to get out of here. The formation of the Heartbreak Palace and your subordinates are not enough to stop me."

"..."

Mo Chi Ling looked at the silver hair of Feng Yu Die, sighed silently, as if admitting defeat, and knocked on the tea table again.

In just a moment, those black-robed cultivators who had entered the hall through the windows put away their swords and nodded, turning into black mist and retreating from the pavilion.

"Mr. Ye... since you need my help, can\'t you be a little more sincere? What do you mean by being frank? I am open and honest with you, but what about you?"

"Miss Mo, you are a demonic cultivator, and I am an immortal cultivator; we don\'t need to trust each other. We just cooperate because we have the same goal. It is best to go our separate ways after we accomplish it."

"Hu—"

Mo Chi Ling let out a long sigh and, looking at Ye Anping\'s unchanged expression, she suddenly felt a little scared. She felt as if she was being held in this man\'s grasp, and she couldn\'t see through his thoughts at all.

But in the fear, there was also a sense of relief.

Her goal was to kill Yu Yan, the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect who was in the Void Returning stage.

And in just a few words, Ye Anping showed her his shrewdness and toughness. It would be much easier to cooperate with such a person than with any beasts or demonic cultivators.

"Fine, you win." Mo Chi Ling shook her head and asked, "Mr. Ye, how sure are you that you can kill Yu Yan?" 

With a smile, Ye Anping shrugged. "If you are worried that I will fail and put you in danger, don\'t be. If I fail, you will just have to wait for another few hundred years for the next opportunity."

"..." 

"I have only one request, that you use my name to provide information about the demonic cultivators to Black Star Sect and Moon Shadow Sword Sect. If I\'m right, you have set up spies in all the sects in the Eastern Region for hundreds of years..." 

Mo Chi Ling puffed her cheeks and complained. "Aren\'t you afraid that I will fool you with false information or help the demonic cultivators set a trap for you?" 

"For you, a demonic cultivator, the Eastern Region is not important. There is only one thing you want to do from beginning to end-- to send your adoptive father to his death. This situation is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. Would you let go of this opportunity that you have waited for hundreds of years?" 

Hearing this, Mo Chi Ling wanted to lie on the table. She had been completely seen through by Ye Anping. Suddenly, she asked in a somewhat defeated manner, "Mr. Ye..." 

"Hmm?" 

"What color is my underwear?" 

Ye Anping recalled for a while, then answered calmly, "Black thong." 

Mo Chi Ling was completely dumbfounded. 

Feng Yu Die, who was standing behind Ye Anping, Xue\'e, who was sitting on his left shoulder, and Xiao Tian, who was sitting on his right shoulder, were all confused at the moment, with a big question mark over their heads. 

"?"  "?"  "?"

After a long time, Mo Chi Ling shrank her neck. "Mr. Ye, you can even find out about this?"

Ye Anping pretended to be surprised as he smiled. "Could it be that I guessed it right?"

"..."

Mo Chi Ling didn\'t believe him. Who would guess "black thong"?

But she understood that Ye Anping\'s implication was probably, "Don\'t struggle. I have you under control. I even know what your underwear looks like..."

"Sigh… Mr. Ye, are you the owner of the Heavenly Dao Scroll the rumors talk about?"

"Miss Mo, you\'re joking. The Heavenly Dao Scroll won\'t record what panties you are wearing today."

"..."

Mo Chi Ling was starting to despair.

She thought that she was quite mysterious, and as the Lady of the Heartbreak Palace, she had always been admired by her subordinates and was full of dignity, but why did she look like a clown in front of Ye Anping?

This man… was so annoying.

Well, forget it...

Mo Chi Ling let out a long sigh. "You just need me to send the news about the demonic cultivators to the Black Star Sect and Moon Shadow Sword Sect, right?"

"Yes." Ye Anping nodded, took out the Hundred Lotus Sect Young Master\'s badge from his storage bag, and gave it to her. "Just send it with this seal, and when Miss Xiao and Miss Yun see the seal, they won\'t doubt the source of the information."

"Miss Xiao and Miss Yun… are they your confidantes?"

Ye Anping shrugged and told the truth. "Fiancées."

"...Both?"

"Quite normal, isn\'t it?"

"..."

Mo Chi Ling’s mouth twitched, and she sighed again and simply closed her mouth. She put the seal given by Ye Anping into her sleeve.

Seeing that she accepted it, Ye Anping stood up. "Then, I will not disturb you any further, Miss Mo. Goodbye."

But after standing up, he thought of Shen Xin\'s Demon Erosion Sword, and asked, "By the way, Miss Mo, do you know the Demon Erosion?"

"Immortal Shen\'s spiritual sword? Why are you asking about it?"

"Just asking casually. Who has that sword now, do you know?"

Mo Chi Ling scratched her head and thought about it. "I have heard that about ten years ago, a demonic cultivator got it and caused a small disturbance among the demonic cultivators. That person was lucky and encountered many opportunities. Later, he was adopted by the mayor of Heavenly Sorrow City. That\'s where he should be now."

Ye Anping lowered his head in thought for a while, then asked, "What\'s his name?"

"Surname Gong, name Yimo."

Gong Yimo...

Ye Anping searched his memory, but he had never heard of this person. He turned his head and signaled Xiao Tian with his eyes. Xiao Tian understood as she quickly took out the Heavenly Dao Scroll and flipped through it, but then shook her head. "Anping, there is nothing in the Heavenly Dao Scroll..."

Xue\'e also shook her head. "I haven\'t heard of him either."

"Well... thank you."

Ye Anping nodded to Mo Chi Ling and then led Feng Yu Die and Gu Mingxin out of the pavilion, still thinking about it.

He had actually tried to find the character originally played by the player in the game before, the so-called Amnesiac Exiled Immortal, but more than ten years had passed and there was still no news.

Moreover, if this person really existed, the Star-Reading Art of Xuanji would certainly allow her to see him.

However, if this so-called exiled immortal fell into the demonic cultivators\' hands in the Eastern Region, it would make sense that Xuanji could not see his life star.

Ye Anping was a little alarmed. He was worried that this person might be the same as him, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was highly unlikely.

If there was a second person like him, he should have crossed paths with him long ago. It was impossible not to be any sign by now.

But, whether it was the so-called exiled immortal, was hard to say.

"Heavenly Sorrow City..."

Ye Anping murmured and was about to take out the map to take a look, but before he did, Xue\'e said, "To the north of the Seven Star Pass..."

Xiao Tian hurriedly held the Heavenly Dao Scroll and continued, "About two thousand and three hundred miles away. There are six rich spiritual stone veins around."

"Hmm..."