Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - Chapter 302
Chapter 302
Wen Hemian’s long lashes lowered as he responded in a deep voice, “It was a disciple named ‘Pei Ji’ who approached the ancient tree.”
Immediately after, disaster struck, and countless disciples from the immortal sects met a tragic fate.
“Perhaps someone was trying to use him back then to achieve some goal,” Ji Yunkai said thoughtfully.
“Unfortunately for them, Ning Ning risked her life to save Pei Ji from the forest, ruining their plan—just like during the recent Ten Methods Assembly.”
He chuckled lightly, as if finding it amusing.
“They never expected Ning Ning to mess up their scheme again.”
Though everything now seemed calm, if not for the series of coincidental events, the situation might have spiraled out of control.
Wen Hemian pondered for a while and asked, “What is their goal in doing this?”
“We can’t figure that out either,” Tian Xianzi replied with a bitter chuckle.
“The only thing we’re sure of is that the demon clan is stirring, and they’re secretly plotting something.”
For a moment, no one spoke.
Ning Ning sat quietly in her wooden chair, and upon hearing mention of the demon clan, her mind involuntarily recalled memories of the immortal-demon war.
The demon clan was vast in number, and aside from the war-hungry demon soldiers, there were also many commoners with shallow cultivation who had not participated in the conflict.
All life is sacred, and the cultivation world naturally could not exterminate them all. To prevent demon forces from entering the world, after slaying the Demon Lords, a grand formation was placed at the entrance to the Demon Realm, severing the connection between the human and demon realms.
Notably, the location of the formation was where Luo Yuanming had once encountered demon cultivators practicing soul-refining techniques.
A boundless desert.
“There’s likely been a flaw in the formation. To investigate, we must head to its source,” Ji Yunkai said, locking eyes with the young man’s clear gaze.
He spoke each word slowly and deliberately: “Countless cultivators perished in the decisive battle, and those who set up the formation and knew the desert inside out… you’re the only one left.”
“We won’t force you. The decision is entirely yours.”
His tone was calm, but each word carried weight: “The demon clan is stirring, and the desert is treacherous. Will you go, or not?”
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“And then? Did Elder Wen agree to come with us?”
He Zhizhou stuffed a bite of sweet and sour eggplant into his mouth, swaying with happiness as he squinted.
“This eggplant is amazing! How did Pei Ji’s hands grow? His hands should be declared first-class national treasures! Today, I just want to spin around in circles, filled with love for Brother Pei’s cooking!”
Ning Ning was so overwhelmed by his endless rainbow fart that her back tingled. She made a gesture of surrender.
“Calm down—he didn’t give us a definite answer. He said he needs time to think.”
She could understand Wen Hemian’s mindset to some extent.
He had been in self-imposed exile for so many years, building an impenetrable shell around himself in Qingxu Valley.
Coupled with the deep-rooted sense of inferiority he had developed over time, it was no easy thing for him to leave just like that.
It was said that the formation in the desert was called the “Two Elements Dust Formation,” powered by the blood, flesh, and spiritual energy of several cultivators.
It had taken a long time to form.
Once the formation was established, it created an impenetrable barrier between the Demon Realm and the human world.
Now, with the demon clan seemingly preparing for rebellion, the only logical explanation was that something had gone wrong with the formation.
However, they had no proof—everything was mere speculation.
This trip to the desert couldn’t involve a large group; only Tian Xianzi and a few disciples under him would go.
Meng Jue had chosen to stay behind in Luan City to assist Qiu Baishuang with restoring the red-light district and the slums, in gratitude to the grandma who had taken him in.
Zheng Weiqi was out exorcising demons and couldn’t return, leaving only Ning Ning, Pei Ji, Lin Xun, and He Zhizhou to make the journey.
These were all still quite young, and for them, the desert and the demon clan were both novel and exciting.
Especially Lin Xun and He Zhizhou, whose sense of justice had been thoroughly ignited.
The little white dragon was so excited when he heard the news that his face turned bright red, and his back straightened like a bamboo board.
“Thank you, Master! I will do my very best!”
His senior brothers and sisters were all so outstanding—he couldn’t keep living under their protection.
He was determined to work super, super hard!
As for right now…
Tian Xianzi, who loved lively gatherings, suggested they all have a meal together to boost morale before they set off.
Most of their group only knew how to stir-fry melons, so with Ning Ning’s encouragement, Pei Ji took on the role of head chef.
Aside from Ning Ning, no one else knew that Pei Ji could cook.
Both He Zhizhou and Tian Xianzi, two poor people, ate so much that they cried and called him “God of Cooking” with tears in their eyes.
Lin Xun’s eyes also lit up, claiming the taste reminded him of the gourmet delicacies of the Dragon Palace.
He almost reflexively called Pei Ji “nanny.”
The group ate as they chatted about anything and everything.
Tian Xianzi, an unreliable master, even brought along a few jars of his prized liquor.
After that—
Pei Ji frowned as he recalled the events.
After that, he didn’t remember things clearly.
Everyone must have had a bit to drink and returned to their rooms.
His alcohol tolerance was low, so the moment his head hit the pillow, exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he closed his eyes.
If he wasn’t mistaken, he should have fallen asleep.
Then why… was his mind still so muddled?
His body felt as though it was trapped in a swamp.
Pei Ji struggled to open his eyes.