The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix

The clouds rolled as the sun and the moon rotated.

After the early spring, the peach and pear trees planted in the Black Star Sect's Middle Peak Academy were decorated with pink and white petals.

"The peach is ripe. Assimilate it in the cauldron. All things in heaven and earth will come to you. Fast and wait for the birth of the pure yang spirit. Then, begin the cycle again."

The sound of voices reciting together echoed in the air.

Mr. Qi held a book in one hand and walked back and forth among the disciples in the pavilion. He scanned the room casually, and a murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes. Then, he raised his hand and slapped the back of a silver-white head.

Pah--!

"Ouch!"

Feng Yu Die shrank her neck and touched the back of her head, then looked up, suddenly grinning foolishly. "Eh hehe... Mr. Qi ~~"

"Huh..." Mr. Qi sighed earnestly. "Feng girl, you are omniscient, eh? If you don't listen to the class, you might as well not come! Don't think that you can show off in front of me just because you improve your cultivation quickly! Cultivation is not equal to the state of mind, spiritual cultivation must also cultivate the heart. Soon, you will also form your Nascent Soul! I have personally seen a number of heavenly spirit roots that fell under the Nascent Soul heavenly tribulation. Even with two hands, I can't count them all."

"But Mr. Qi, my master has taught me your lessons before."

Mr. Qi narrowed his eyes slightly and asked back, "Your master washed my feet, did you?"

"Uh..." Feng Yu Die glanced at Mr. Qi's exposed ankles and noticed a few leg hairs on them. She quickly lowered her head and cupped her hands. "Mr. Qi, I was wrong!"

"You're just like Taixu..."

Mr. Qi shook his head, then thought for a moment. "Aren't you close to Miss Xiao and Miss Pei? Why don't you learn from them? What are you thinking?"

Feng Yu Die looked around before whispering, "Sister Xiao and Sister Pei didn't come to class today..."

"If they came, they would listen to the class seriously. If you don't listen, go out. I'm tired of watching you!"

Aren't they all busy?

Sister Pei chased Liang Ating to spar with her, Sister Xiao practiced spells, and Xiao Tian followed Master Ye around to beat Gu Mingxin's hand...

Young Master Ye seemed to be preparing to form his Nascent Soul during this period. He stayed in his room every day, scribbling and drawing, and even forgot to roast chicken for her.

Feng Yu Die felt that everyone had something to do, and she felt isolated and depressed, so she simply came to the Academy to listen to Mr. Qi's lectures. However, Mr. Qi's lectures were geared toward the Foundation Building disciples, and Master Taixu had already taught her these before.

After Mr. Qi walked past her, Feng Yu Die pouted and stuck out her tongue.

However, just as her tongue stuck out, Mr. Qi suddenly turned around and grabbed it.

"Stick out your tongue, eh? Your little tricks are just like your master's!"

"Aiyaya--"

After pulling Feng Yu Die's tongue with a little force, Mr. Qi looked at her grabbing his hand and begging for mercy, and he almost saw Taixu's figure overlapping Feng Yu Die's. Suddenly, there was a little pity in his eyes, and he let out a sigh. "Sigh... they are exactly the same."

"Huh?"

"I'm talking about you two, master and disciple."

Mr. Qi thought about it. After Master Taixu met Yun Tianchong, her immortal path was cut off, and she went astray. But next to Feng Yu Die was Young Master Ye of the Hundred Lotus Sect.

Ye Anping was much more reliable than Yun Tianchong.

Mr. Qi silently looked up at the peach and pear blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard.

In early spring, the flowers were in full bloom, and everything was peaceful and serene. But this was like the calm before the storm or the last ray of sun before sunset.

After a few days of fermentation, the matter of the Immortal Summoning Order had now become the most discussed topic among the immortals. If you went to the restaurants in the market, no matter the level of cultivation, and whether they were disciples of the sect or not, almost everyone was talking about Ye Anping's "Spring Phase spirit".

Half a month ago, the Matriarch had explained everything to the Elders of the Black Star Sect and also issued an order--- Black Star Sect disciples were not allowed to discuss this matter, let alone go to Heavenly Cloud Peak to harass Ye Anping.

That was why the current Black Star Sect was as peaceful as a pure land.

However, this sect order could only suppress the gossip for a while, but it did not last more than a month.

The ancient books said that the Spring Phase spirit was too powerful; that it could heal all things, command the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or make a useless person with five spiritual roots ascend to immortality on the spot...

However, was it really as powerful as the records said?

Mr. Qi was skeptical about this.

After all, cultivators with Spring Phase had never appeared before.

It might indeed be a great magical power, but it certainly wasn't as miraculous as the legend said.

It was absolutely impossible for Sun Juehu to not cause a big splash in the four regions and let the matter settle down like this.

Mr. Qi took out a handkerchief, wiped Feng Yu Die's saliva on his fingers with a look of disgust, and scolded her before continuing to pass through the other disciples, holding his book. "If you don't want to study, you can just leave. Don't sit here and stare blankly."

Feng Yu Die watched Mr. Qi turning to leave, and she suddenly seemed to think of something. "Mr. Qi..."

"What?"

"You just said something about Nascent Soul formation and heart cultivation. What do you need to prepare for this?"

Mr. Qi paused, then answered, "The process of forming Nascent Soul is naturally different for different Gold Core levels."

"For example, what would Young Master Ye need to form the soul?"

Hearing this, Mr. Qi frowned in surprise, and he asked back: "He's preparing to form his Nascent Soul? Why didn't he come and ask himself? Did he send you to ask?"

"He didn't send me to ask, I wanted to ask myself..." Feng Yu Die grinned. "Mr. Qi, you are so knowledgeable. I will ask for him and tell him later."

Mr. Qi's tone gradually became serious. "I thought he was going to sever his spirit and suppress his cultivation to the late stages of Core Formation. Did he tell you that he wanted to form his Nascent Soul?"

Hearing his tone, Feng Yu Die's smile gradually disappeared. "Yes, he did. What's wrong?"

"Ye Anping has dual spiritual roots, but he has formed the Heavenly Dao Golden Core. The tribulation when he forms his Nascent Soul will also be the Heavenly Dao Nascent Soul tribulation. Forgive me for speaking bluntly, but he will definitely die when he forms his Nascent Soul."

"...Ah?" Feng Yu Die shrank her neck as she laughed nervously. "No way, Mr. Qi, don't scare me~"

Mr. Qi raised his hand and pointed at his solemn old face. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

"..."

"You go back and tell him not to think about forming a Nascent Soul. The Heavenly Dao Golden Core is already the end of his immortal path. If he had formed a second-grade or a third-grade Golden Core back then, he could still form a small Nascent Soul. However, he can't possibly transcend the Heavenly Dao Nascent Soul tribulation."

Feng Yu Die froze, then quickly retorted. "Mr. Qi, just because you haven't seen it before, you can't say it's not possible! Young Master Ye is very powerful!"

"I have seen many powerful people in the past two thousand years, and I have also engraved many of their tombstones."

Faced with Mister Qi's stern aura, Feng Yu Die was a little hesitant. "Mr. Qi, you..."

However, Mr. Qi interrupted her again. "If you have time to argue with me, you might as well persuade him not to think about forming a Nascent Soul."

Mr. Qi's eyebrows trembled slightly as he stared into Feng Yu Die's eyes and calmly added, "If he succeeds in forming his Nascent Soul, I will personally wash his feet."

"..."

Feng Yu Die bit her lips. Looking at Mr. Qi's extremely grave face, she felt a little pain in her heart for some reason, and a feeling of worry arose spontaneously.

Although she firmly believed that Ye Anping would be fine just like before, when he was successful in everything, it was Mr. Qi who said that.

Mr. Qi was her master's master.

Her master had told her before that if she went to the Black Star Sect in the future, she must heed Mr. Qi's words...

Feng Yu Die cupped her hands in salute, then turned around and ran out of the classroom. She stepped on her flying sword and rushed toward Heavenly Cloud Peak.

After she left, Mr. Qi exhaled faintly and glared at the disciples who were gawking at him. Then, he walked back to the podium, sat down, and looked out of the window, stroking his beard lightly.

If there was a disciple who was qualified to wash his feet, it might not be a bad thing...

"Heh... everyone, copy today's lesson a hundred times and hand it in before noon tomorrow!"

"Eh?"

"Two hundred times."

"Oh..."

...

In the three-house compound on the hillside of Heavenly Cloud Peak---

The pale pink peach blossom petals floated from the branches along with the spring breeze, slowly landing on the youth's shoulder like a small boat.

Accompanied by the sound of birds announcing spring, Ye Anping sat quietly in the shade of a peach tree, condensing his energy and controlling his spirit.

Because the matter of the Nascent Soul forming did not have room for any mistakes, he had basically stayed in the compound during this period, checking the plan for omissions.

In the game, Feng Yu Die revealed her Spring Phase in the Eastern Wall incident, and then in Zu Yuan's Immortal Summoning Order, Sun Juehu mentioned it casually, implying that he would use Zu Yuan's hand to destroy Si Xuanji's Heavenly Pivot chess piece.

In fact, Ye Anping thought that things would develop like in the game at first, but from the lessons he had learned a few times before, he expected the situation now to be completely different from the game.

After the Eastern Wall matter, Sun Juehu wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

The knife was Zu Yuan and the person she wanted to kill was Si Xuanji's most important 'chess piece'.

The chess piece in the game was Feng Yu Die, but Ye Anping felt that it was probably him now...

So, he actually prepared two sets of plans.

The first plan was just like in the game when Sun Juehu revealed Feng Yu Die's Spring Phase to Zu Yuan.

The second plan was if Sun Juehu revealed to Zu Yuan that he was the one with Spring Phase.

And now, it looked like his second plan had won.

The news should have spread by now.

Then, everything was ready except for the east wind.

He had written a letter to the Hundred Lotus Sect some time ago, inviting Brother Liang over to reminisce.

It had been almost a week, but Brother Liang had not arrived yet...

Could it be that the painting of Ating pissed him off so badly that he didn't want to come?

It shouldn't be...

Brother Liang wasn't so stingy...

Ye Anping revealed a helpless expression, thinking that if Zhu Liang did not come, he would have to return to the Hundred Lotus Sect.

"Sigh..."

By the way, Yunluo had been quiet these days.

Ever since she came back wrapped in a blanket that day, she had not taken the initiative to get in his bed at night. It was only when he asked her the day before yesterday that Xiao Yunluo accepted with hesitation and pulled him into her bedroom.

Could it be that she had learned to control herself?

Or perhaps she was being considerate because he had been struggling with the matter of forming his Nascent Soul these past few days?

Ye Anping turned around and looked at Gu Mingxin's hand, which he had hung on the window as a sunny doll, and Xiao Tian, ​​who hung in the air and used Gu Mingxin's hand as a sandbag. He fell into deep thought again.

His sister and Yunluo were both in the late stages of Core Formation. Although Feng Yu Die was not there yet, it would probably settle within the next few days.

As he was ruminating, suddenly, there was an urgent knock on the door.

Bang Bang Bang--!

Ye Anping looked pleasantly surprised, thinking that it should be Zhu Liang. He quickly got up and tidied up his clothes, then walked over and opened the door.

"Young Master Ye..."

The door closed abruptly.

"..."

Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!!

Because of the restriction, the doors were soundproof, but the knocking could still be heard.

Ye Anping pinched the bridge of his nose as a vein bulged on his forehead. He opened the door again and looked at Feng Yu Die across the threshold. "What's the matter? I don't have time to make you roasted chicken these days."

"Ah..." Feng Yu Die was taken aback and replied in a small voice, "It's not about roasted chicken."

"...Then, what is it?"

Feng Yu Die lowered her chin and looked at him weakly. "I want to ask you about forming the Nascent Soul."

"It's still too early for you to form your Nascent Soul. Furthermore, you have the Holy Emperor bloodline, the Spring Phase, and the heavenly spiritual root. What do you need to ask? The way you form your core determines the way you form your Nascent Soul. This time, don't come to me whenever you have nothing to do and ask me to cook you roasted chicken and practice sword with you! Didn't you see that I've been troubled by the matter of the Immortal Summoning Order recently?"

Being scolded by Ye Anping, Feng Yu Die almost started stuttering. She paused before speaking out, "Ah no... not... not me! It's about you forming your Nascent Soul!"

"..."

This time it was Ye Anping's turn to be speechless. His eyes met with Feng Yu Die's through the open door.

Finally, he asked, "...What's wrong with me forming my Nascent Soul?"

"Mr. Qi said you can't form it, and you will surely die..."

"Mr. Qi?" Ye Anping frowned. "How did he know that I was preparing to form my Nascent Soul?"

"I told him."

"..."

"I just asked casually. I thought it was nothing, but Mr. Qi said that you can't form a Nascent Soul, and he even wanted to bet with me on washing your feet."

?

"Ah?"

"Yes, and my master said once that when Mr. Qi speaks, I must listen to him, so... so, so, so..."

"...So?"

"...I'm a little worried."

"..."

The two looked at each other's faces, and after the word "worried", there was no sound.

Suddenly, a spring breeze swept past Ye Anping's ears, giving his cheeks a touch of peach pink...

Feng Yu Die pursed her lips, giggling. "I'm worried that I won't be able to eat the roasted chicken you will make in the future, hehe."

"..."

Xiao Tian's voice came from the direction of Gu Mingxin's suspended hand. She looked at the two people at the door with a gleeful face and imitated Feng Yu Die's giggle. "Hee hehe..."