Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - Chapter 348
Chapter 348
Why were there several elders standing by them?
Xu Ye froze for a moment but quickly reassured himself.
It’s fine, it’s fine.
The elders possess profound cultivation far beyond the disciples’ level.
Even if the menu has been tampered with using an illusionary technique, it shouldn’t affect them in the slightest.
His heart, like a roller coaster, had just steadied a bit when his gaze flickered and caught sight of a certain figure among the elders, leaving him stunned.
No way—could that silhouette be—
Can someone please explain why elder Jiang Xing, who’s been reclusive for so long, would suddenly appear at Wanjian Sect?
Xu Ye had heard before that Elder Jiang Xing had obtained a few rare medicinal herbs to restore his damaged spiritual sea of consciousness.
However, due to the severity of his condition, full recovery was expected to take at least a year or two.
What’s more, the disciples of Xuanxu Sword Sect, including him, had only recently returned from the desert, all suffering from spiritual exhaustion and depleted energy.
In his current state…
He would be affected by the illusionary spell.
The best course of action now would be to immediately dispel the enchantment.
But that layer of spiritual energy wasn’t his own; it was Su Qinghan’s.
Xu Ye had a terrible premonition that his fate was sealed.
Ning Ning walked into the dining hall with a weary look in her eyes and greeted Xu Ye, her heart a mixture of emotions.
It turned out the “Orchard” they had ventured into was, in fact, Elder Qingyun’s personal retreat, completely unrelated to the grove Xu Ye had mentioned in his letter.
After leaving the pavilion, their group, equipped with brooms and cloths, headed to Luoyue Pavilion to serve their punishment.
After much struggling, they finally managed to escape—thanks to Tian Xianzi knocking out the guards.
But they had barely taken a few steps before running into Wen Hemian,Sword Master Zhenxiao, and the renowned Elder Jinghe.
When asked why they were at Luoyue Pavilion, the four exchanged knowing glances and awkwardly laughed it off, saying they were hungry and decided to join the elders for a meal in the dining hall.
“Everyone, this wooden board here displays the Wanjian Sect’s menu,” Tian Xianzi said, brushing off his earlier humiliation and now acting like the host.
With a hint of pride, he continued, “Each word was carved with sword energy by the sect master himself. The handwriting may be… less than elegant, but you should be able to read it, right?”
Elder Jinghe responded in a calm tone, “I am still here. Please refrain from gossiping about the sect master, Elder Tian Xian.”
Tian Xianzi chuckled awkwardly, attempting to laugh it off.
Then, glancing at the group beside him, he quickly changed the subject: “What do you want to eat?”
No one answered.
For some inexplicable reason, an eerie silence fell over the room.
He Zhizhou stared at the menu board in stunned disbelief, wondering if there was something wrong with his eyes.
Yet a quick glance at Ning Ning and Lin Xun confirmed that they were equally shocked.
It truly was the Wanjian Sect—an unconventional powerhouse, even when it came to their cafeteria offerings.
For instance, the dish directly in his line of sight was labeled: Stir-Fried Uncles in Vinegar Sauce.
Tian Xianzi noticed his focused gaze and followed it, nodding with understanding.
Ah, stir-fried chili peppers with vinegar—sounds delicious.
“Based on my experience freeloading here, this dish is quite tasty.”
The disciples remained silent, likely shy, he thought.
Tianxianzi felt a sense of responsibility as their master.
With an affectionate smile, he skimmed over dishes like Braised Fried Eggs and Coriander and Preserved Egg, before pointing to Braised Mini Pork Rolls and saying, “This one has a rich and tender flavor, a rare treat. Last time, Senior brother Zhen Xiao and I ate over twenty of these.”
Lin Xun’s facial composure completely collapsed.
His eyes trembled uncontrollably, as if caught in a stormy sea.
Utterly horrifying. The line directly in front of his master’s finger clearly read: Braised little Dragon Man.
Was he really about to become the most appetizing junior brother of Xuanxu Sword Sect?
Ning Ning, filled with apprehension, followed Tian Xianzi’s aimless finger as it drifted across the menu, her heart pounding.
At first glance, the menu seemed strange but still “edible,” with dishes like Braised Fried Egg Bugs and Coriander Bug Soup.
But the closer she looked, the more unsettling it became.
The list transitioned from mildly disturbing to outright horrifying, with entries like Crispy Fried Human Legs, Stir-Fried Human Heads, and Human Meat Slices with Green Peppers, culminating in the outright terrifying “Stir-Fried Humans”.
This made her seriously question whether Wanjian Sect was a righteous sect at all, or if it was merely a demon clan masquerading under the guise of justice.
The latter scenario was all too common in the tales she had read.
Tian Xianzi, noticing her increasingly grim expression, glanced at the menu alongside her.
Crispy Fried Ham, Stir-Fried Cabbage Heads, Green Pepper Meat Strips, Stir-Fried Prawns—nothing unusual.
So why did Ning Ning look like she had seen a ghost?
“This dish is quite good as well,” Zhen Xiao remarked, pointing to Pig Liver and Aloe Vera Stir-Fry in the corner of the menu.
“It’s a specialty of Wanjian Sect, not something you’d find at Xuanxu Sword Sect.”
Ning Ning, drawn by his words, looked over.
Oh, fantastic. If this dish ‘could’ be found at Xuanxu Sword Sect, then there really would be ghosts.
The words carved with the sect master’s sword energy clearly spelled out: Corpse Stir-Fry.
It truly was no wonder that Sword Master Zhen Xiao was so cold-hearted—even his taste in food was this… extreme.
There was no need to read between the lines anymore.
The menu of Wanjian Sect wasn’t subtle at all—it blatantly screamed “cannibalism”!
No, no.
Ning Ning tried to reason.
As a long-established beacon of righteousness, there was no way Wanjian Sect could engage in such monstrous acts.
Perhaps the bizarre menu could only be explained by one thing: the unique “style” of sword cultivators.
Sword cultivators used swords to seek the Dao, inevitably confronting bloodshed and carnage, frequently coming into contact with human anatomy.
Thus, those “heads” and “legs” weren’t actual body parts, but rather imaginative nicknames painstakingly devised by the sect master to train the disciples’ psychological resilience, preparing them for future battles.
Just like schools renaming cafeteria dishes “Top of the Honor Roll” or “Climbing the Ladder to Success” before major exams.
Yes, that had to be it.
“Elder Wen rarely visits Wanjian Sect. Does anything on the menu catch your eye?”
Elder Jinghe, ever considerate of Wen Hemian’s condition, gently suggested, “Perhaps you could choose a dish to start with?”
And so, the moment finally arrived.
Xu Ye, caught in a mental tug-of-war with himself, inwardly screamed in anguish—
No!!! Elder Wen!!! Don’t answer! Don’t answer! Don’t answer!!!
The room fell eerily silent.
Under the collective gaze of everyone present, Wen Hemian lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and appeared to deliberate.
Finally, Wen Hemian said, “Then… I’ll trouble you for a plate of Stir-Fried Human Heads.”
