In a Fantasy World as Cannon Fodder, I Got Entangled with the Heroine - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Wu Feiyu, Beaten to Death Once and for All

Translation by: Weebsread👹

Wu Feiyu tore through the darkness at breakneck speed, a pack of Blood Sect disciples hot on his heels.

Jiang Qian caught sight of him and nearly did a double-take.

Wu Feiyu? So he really did join the Blood Sect after all.

Looks like events are still unfolding just like in the original timeline.

Jiang Zixuan, meanwhile, furrowed her brow, puzzled by the faint sound of someone calling her name. She turned to Jiang Qian. “Jiang Qian, do I know that guy?”

“I’d say you probably do.”

“Really? But I can’t remember him at all.” 

She studied Wu Feiyu, but not the faintest memory surfaced. Still, when she saw the Blood Sect disciples swarming after him, her reaction was swift—her sword left its scabbard with a cold flash.

Wu Feiyu slowed to a halt, only now realizing he was dragging a whole squad of Blood Sect followers in his wake.

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The tension stretched tight as a drawn bowstring. After all, the Blood Sect and righteous sects like Azure Mountain Sect were bitter enemies—sworn not to share the same sky.

No wonder even my own wife would draw her sword toward me, Wu Feiyu thought bitterly. If only these Blood Sect lackeys would drop dead...

For a brief, heart-pounding moment, the standoff was tangible; every muscle coiled, every breath thick with killing intent. It seemed a single spark could set off a bloody melee.

Then, Wu Feiyu broke the silence. “So, even the so-called righteous cultivators are hunting for that demonic cultivator, Zhang Shi’s, treasure?”

Jiang Qian snorted, waving away the accusation. “Who cares whether it’s a demonic cultivator’s treasure or not? As long as it has value, that’s good enough for me.”

He flicked his wrist with a careless smile. “Oh, right—and you damaged my precious Spirit boat. I’ll need some compensation. Not much, just three million Zixuan coins.”

Wu Feiyu scoffed, “Three million? Why on earth should I give you anything?”

His dislike for Jiang Qian ran deep. Just days ago, victory—and Jiang Zixuan’s affection—had nearly been within reach, if not for Jiang Qian’s betrayal at the last moment.

Of course Wu Feiyu could only grit his teeth in resentment.

He’s exactly like in the original novel—arrogant, impulsive, convinced he’s the center of the world!

Jiang Qian just smiled back at Wu Feiyu’s bluster. “Really? In that case, prepare to never leave this place alive.”

No sooner had the words left his lips than the Thunderflame Skywing Eagle began circling overhead, while the Northwind Ice Wolf appeared, blocking the escape route.

A shudder ran through Wu Feiyu as he gazed at the two sixth-rank demonic beasts. He could still recall the humiliation—how The Thunderflame Skywing Eagle had carried the Northwind Ice Wolf through the sky, pelting him from above. The trauma was still raw.

He turned hastily to the elder beside him. “In a moment, I’ll keep the Northwind Ice Wolf occupied. The Thunderflame Skywing Eagle is yours.”

“Understood, Holy Son!” The elder’s tone was grave.

Meanwhile, Jiang Qian leaned close to Jiang Zixuan and whispered, “Cousin, when the fighting starts, that guy is yours.”

She hesitated only a moment before nodding. “Alright.”

Jiang Qian’s voice rang out: “Thunderflame Skywing Eagle, Northwind Ice Wolf—attack!”

“Awooo!”

“Whoosh—!”

The two demonic beasts surged forward like arrows loosed from a bowstring.

Wu Feiyu braced himself for the incoming Northwind Ice Wolf—but before he could act, Jiang Zixuan darted in front of him, her sword carving down in a ruthless arc.

What the—?!

Wu Feiyu’s eyes went wide as he realized it was Jiang Zixuan herself attacking him. He barely managed to raise his sword’s scabbard, parrying her blow at the last moment.

At the same time, the Thunderflame Skywing Eagle and Northwind Ice Wolf barrelled into the Blood Sect elder.

The elder glanced back and nearly choked on his rage. His own Holy Son wasn’t even facing the demonic beasts—they were locked in a duel against that girl, being backed into a corner with every exchange.

Damn it! Wasn’t the plan to each take on a beast? Now you’re playing sword-fights with a girl, too scared to even strike back, leaving me to face these monsters alone!

If I get out of here alive, I swear I’ll report you to both the Sect Master and the Young Miss. Especially her—she needs to see what kind of spineless man you are and stop pinning any hopes on you!

Battered on all sides by the Thunderflame Skywing Eagle and Northwind Ice Wolf, the elder staggered back, fresh wounds opening wherever he tried to fend them off.

Desperate, he finally turned and fled for his life, burning through every last Teleportation Talisman and protective charm in his possession. He vanished into the distance, the two demonic beasts giving up the chase with an annoyed snort before circling back to Jiang Qian’s side.

The battlefield was transformed. Aside from Wu Feiyu—who was barely hanging on—every last Blood Sect disciple had been slain by Bai Piaoxue alone.

But even Wu Feiyu wouldn’t last long. Unwilling to truly fight Jiang Zixuan, he was stuck on the defensive, losing ground with every heartbeat.

Jiang Zixuan, on the other hand, held nothing back.

There was no way he could hope to endure for long.

The moment the Thunderflame Skywing Eagle and Northwind Ice Wolf returned, they threw themselves at Wu Feiyu with savage force.

Within seconds, the Northwind Ice Wolf pinned him beneath its massive paw, immobilizing him.

Jiang Qian crouched beside him, grinning. “Three million. Hand it over and I’ll let you go. Doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”

Wu Feiyu glared up at him. “Jiang Qian, just you wait. Next time we meet, I’ll make you pay for all of this!”

Even as he spoke, a formation flared around Wu Feiyu’s body—the Teleportation array lighting up. In a flash, he vanished without a trace.

Jiang Qian straightened, shrugging. “He got away again. But I’m not letting the Blood Sect off the hook for my Spirit boat. One way or another, they’ll cough up the money.”

He recalled the Thunderflame Skywing Eagle and Northwind Ice Wolf back into his Beastmaster’s Ring.

Jiang Zixuan sheathed her sword and walked back to Jiang Qian’s side. “Why does it feel like he wasn’t even trying to hit me?”

Of course he wasn’t.

Jiang Qian shot her a sidelong glance and said, “Come on, let’s head inside. Who knows what treasures are waiting?”

With that, he led the three women deeper into the cave’s shadows.

“It’s so dark in here!” Hu Murui squealed, clinging tightly to Jiang Qian’s right arm.

Not to be outdone, Bai Piaoxue latched onto his left arm a heartbeat later.

Sandwiched between them, Jiang Qian’s limbs went stiff—he barely dared to breathe, let alone move.

After winding down the pitch-black passage, the tunnel suddenly opened up before them, revealing a bright, spacious chamber.

What greeted them inside was enough to dazzle the eyes—treasures of every kind filled the room.

One entire wall was adorned with storage rings.

Jiang Zixuan strolled over, picked a ring at random, and peered inside. Her eyes widened. “There’s over ten million Zixuan coins in this one ring! If every ring’s like this, there must be tens of billions here altogether!”

Hu Murui dashed over to a stack of cultivation manuals—most of them high-grade Yellow-tier techniques.

“There must be nearly as many manuals here as our entire Beast Taming Sect owns!” she exclaimed in awe.

Bai Piaoxue was drawn to another wall, this one lined with weapons. Even the lowest-grade among them were high-grade Yellow-tier arms.

“How long did Zhang Shi spend gathering all this?” Bai Piaoxue couldn’t help but marvel.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the chamber—smooth, sly, and dripping with amusement. “Hahaha! Well, what do you think? Isn’t my collection a marvel to behold?”