Reborn As A Villainous Cannon Fodder

"What a bunch of useless people!"

"9 Full Moon member at the Foundation Establishment stage, and it took you this long to kill ten Wuji Sect disciples. You didn't even manage to eliminate the crucial Chen Jianxin!"

"If not for the barrier restricting Northern Luo Snow Mountain, how would you Foundation Establishment rejects even get the chance to take on this mission?!"

At the back of North Luo, deep within the snow pine forest, the white-haired immortal stared at the three surviving cultists. She bit her crimson lips, her stunning face hidden beneath a black silk veil now filled with murderous intent due to her anger. Before her, the cultists stood with their toes pointed outward, trembling as they stammered their explanations:

"My Lady, you... you don't understand! That Chen Jianxin, he's simply not human!"

"Yeah, exactly! He suddenly went berserk! One person chasing all of us, luckily the three of us are fast or we'd all be dead!"

Their expressions were exaggerated, their hands gesturing animatedly as they described the events. But with the outcome already decided, any further explanations were pointless. The cold eyes beneath Yanran's veil remained unmoved.

Seeing her face darken further, the men hurriedly bowed, continuing to protest:

"Moreover! It's not just Chen Jianxin; another disciple was acting strangely!"

"Another one?" Yanran raised an eyebrow.

"Yes! That disciple's name should be He Yino. Chen Jianxin probably pretended to be weak, created a trap, and then made a comeback! But He Yino didn't play by the rules at all! When he appeared, his cultivation was at least late Foundation Establishment, and his methods were sinister, even more despicable than us!"

"Huh...?"

Hearing the familiar name for the third time, Yanran's anger was gradually replaced by suspicion. She rested her chin on her hand, recalling the young man mentioned earlier by Jinyue and Yuyan.

Meanwhile, the cultists continued their pleas:

"Lady Immortal, you don't know! This guy doesn't seem like a righteous cultivator. His movements are strange, and he radiates the blessing of the Mother Goddess! With his hat on, he blends into crowds seamlessly!"

"Wait, you say he has the blessing of the Mother Goddess?"

Catching the keyword again, Yanran's previously disdainful eyes flashed with surprise. She furrowed her brows and pressed further:

"Which Mother Goddess? From the Western Region or the East?"

"Which other Mother Goddess could it be! It's our Full Moon Cult's Mother Goddess Of Life!"

"So, he's actually a Full Moon cultist too?"

"I don't know! We've been in the Full Moon Cult for so many years, and we've never seen him!"

"Then how does he relate to the Mother Goddess?"

"Like I said, I don't know! Even if he's not a Full Moon member, he seems to understand our cult better than we do! He's really that kind—very special, indescribable..."

"Would you like to hear what nonsense you're spouting?"

Yanran was confused, but thinking it over, the cultists' mysterious descriptions felt similar to what Jinyue had mentioned earlier. She was now somewhat lost; as Jinyue and Yuyan had said, the more they delved into Yino, the harder it was to discern his true nature.

Unwittingly, Yanran had been sidetracked by the mention of Yino, nearly forgetting that Chen Jianxin was the main target of this mission.

"Lady Immortal, the sword immortal is coming! She's about to kill us!"

"This place is too dangerous to stay any longer. Do you have any other questions, or shall we head back?"

Feeling the cold wind imbued with sword intent, the cultists trembled, eyes filled with anxious hope toward Yanran. But as their words fell, the white-haired girl remained silent.

Whish—!

An icy blue sword slowly materialized beneath her long black-sleeved dress. Seeing this, the cultists quickly stood, their faces pale as they retreated step by step.

"Lady Immortal, you're going to abandon us after using us... Are all of you in the Wuji Sect as shameless as this?!"

"Haha, how can you call it abandoning us."

Yanran let out a disdainful cold laugh. She raised her right hand to lift the sword, her left hand bending her fingers to gently caress the blade, imprinting a layer of golden sacred marks onto the icy blue sword.

"Later, my junior sister is going to handle things..."

"By doing this, I'm also cleaning up the mess your Full Moon has left."

As she finished speaking, she slightly raised her eyebrow, her icy, emotionless eyes reflecting a faint golden sheen. She drew the sword with her fingers, cold light flashing, blood staining her three-foot blade.

At Northern Luo Snow Mountain, along the snow forest path, the white-haired girl clasped her arms across her chest, with a serious expression, her steps became lighter. She manipulated the Icey sword with her spirit energy, dragging the bodies of the three cultists behind her through the snow. At the end of the path before her, Yino stood awkwardly under everyone's gaze.

"Senior Sister... with so many people watching, is it appropriate for me to take off my clothes?"

Yuyan poked his chin with her sword, as Yino glanced around with an embarrassed yet polite smile.

Yino's voice was soft, barely heard by anyone except Yuyan standing before him. Stay connected via m-v l|e'm,p| y r

"Oh really? You still know what shame is?"

Amid the curious gazes of many disciples, Yuyan showed no signs of nervousness. She casually played with her silver sword, twirling its smooth surface around Yino's cheek.

"I was worried something might happen to you. You flew over from afar, crossing several mountains to save you, but instead, before I even landed, you were staring intently at my legs, even when I'm standing right in front of you, you still can't hide your sneaky glances..."

"Yino, I thought you had no sense of shame."

Yuyan's tone was gentle yet melodious, speaking in a voice only Yino could hear. Midway through her words, she bit her white teeth, her beautiful eyes flashing with a mix of concern and annoyance as she glared at Yino.

"Care to tell me what exactly you were looking at under my skirt?"

"No, no, I didn't see anything..."

Yino hurriedly shook his head, "Senior Sister, you know me well—I truly respect you from the bottom of my heart. It's just that my eyes have their own way of recognizing enemies, and I can't help but admire those beautiful and wonderful things..."

"Is that so? Maybe the angle isn't right? Or should I fly higher to give you a better view?" Yuyan raised her eyebrow and said in a teasing tone.

"Okay, I was wrong. Please stop scolding me..."

After several rounds of banter, Yino finally gave in, bowing his head and pleading softly. However, unlike their usual playful teasing at Ranmo Peak, Yuyan's cold displeasure didn't fade even after Yino conceded.