In a Fantasy World as Cannon Fodder, I Got Entangled with the Heroine - Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Meeting Dongfang Xuan

Translation by: Weebsread👹

Jiang Qian found himself caught in the crossfire, letting out a helpless laugh as he prepared to stand up and slip away.

But before he could, Bai Piaoxue suddenly latched onto his arm.

“What are you all doing? I just want a little peace and quiet!” he protested, exasperated.

Meanwhile, Duan Yuqing looked on from the side, arms folded and a cold smirk playing on his lips.

“Hmph~ Now our dear junior sister can finally see what a hopeless womanizer you really are! I bet she’s thoroughly disappointed.” With that thought, he strolled over to Jiang Zixuan. Catching her expression, he offered her a gentle smile. “Junior Sister, why don’t you take a rest?”

“No need, Senior Brother Duan. I’m fine here,” Jiang Zixuan replied, her lips curving in a faint smile as her gaze drifted back to Jiang Qian, who was still grinning awkwardly.

Seeing she wasn’t going to leave, Duan Yuqing had nothing more to say and stood quietly at her side.

Time passed slowly.

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After struggling for quite some time, Jiang Qian finally managed to disentangle himself from Hu Murui and Bai Piaoxue. He moved to the edge of the spirit boat, staring out at the endless sea of forest below when a thought struck him.

“By the way, don’t we need to pass through Lingshui City on our way to Ercheng?”

Jiang Zixuan nodded. “That’s right. Planning to make a stop?”

“Yes, there’s someone I need to visit.” As Jiang Qian spoke, his gaze wandered to the vast, rolling mountains.

He was going to meet Dongfang Xuan—the father of Dongfang Ke, who in the future would become one of his harem members.

Hu Murui immediately caught on. “Brother Jiang, are you going to meet his father?”

Jiang Qian nodded.

Bai Piaoxue’s curiosity was instantly piqued. “Who is it?” she demanded.

Hu Murui shot her a sly look. “Someone from your own sect—don’t tell me you don’t even know?”

Bai Piaoxue bristled at the jab, her voice turning frosty. “Oh? And you think you’re so well-informed?”

“Naturally, I know more than you,” Hu Murui retorted, not missing a beat.

Neither girl was willing to back down, and in a heartbeat, the brief truce between them evaporated—they were bickering again.

Jiang Qian could only sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose.

I really need to keep my distance from these two. Otherwise, I’m just inviting endless trouble!

About half an hour later—

Jiang Qian arrived at Lingshui City, leaving his companions waiting on the spirit boat.

Inside the city, he wound his way to a modest clay house and knocked three times.

Knock, knock, knock—

“Come in…” came a frail voice from within.

Jiang Qian pushed the door open and saw a middle-aged man lying in bed, two crutches leaning against the wall nearby.

This was Dongfang Ke’s father—Dongfang Xuan.

At first, Dongfang Xuan’s brow furrowed as he saw an unfamiliar face enter. But then he spotted the Azure Mountain Sect token at Jiang Qian’s waist.

“You’re a disciple of Azure Mountain Sect?” Dongfang Xuan asked.

Jiang Qian nodded respectfully. “That’s right. I’m Jiang Qian, Chief Disciple of Azure Mountain Sect. I came specifically to visit you, Senior Brother Dongfang.”

“Chief Disciple of Azure Mountain Sect?!” Dongfang Xuan’s eyes widened in shock. He tried to rise in greeting, but his injured body wouldn’t cooperate. “Forgive me—I’m afraid I can’t get up to pay my respects.”

A flicker of sorrow flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Qian waved it off with a gentle smile. “There’s no need for that, Senior Brother. I’m your junior—how could I receive a bow from you?”

“No, no, I couldn’t dare! Young Master Jiang, you’re Chief Disciple of Azure Mountain Sect—your status is far above mine,” Dongfang Xuan replied, flustered and at a loss.

Jiang Qian glanced around the meager, run-down room and inwardly shook his head.

Seems like the compensation the sect sends Dongfang Xuan each year is being pocketed by someone else...

He knew that the Azure Mountain Sect provided a generous annual stipend to disciples injured in sect service—enough for a family like Dongfang Xuan’s to live without worry. Clearly, someone greedy was skimming off the top.

Just then, a pure, adorable young girl burst in, carrying a bundle of fresh steamed buns. Beaming, she cried, “Uncle Xuan, look! I got fresh buns today—they even have meat filling!”

“Huh? Do we have a guest?” The girl blinked at Jiang Qian in innocent curiosity.

Dongfang Xuan smiled and introduced her. “This is Yu Yueyue, my son’s sworn sister. Ever since my son left for Heavenly Fragrance Academy, she’s been the one taking care of me.”

Jiang Qian nodded in greeting.

Yu Yueyue… I remember now. This girl devoted herself to looking after Dongfang Xuan, never asking for anything in return. In the end… she was ruined by the city lord’s son of Lingshui City. Unable to bear the shame, she took her own life.

“By the way, Senior Brother Dongfang, I just came from Heavenly Fragrance Academy and saw your son, Dongfang Ke,” Jiang Qian said.

“Ke’er?” Dongfang Xuan’s eyes instantly brightened.

“Brother Dongfang?” Yu Yueyue echoed, anxious.

Jiang Qian nodded. “He’s apprenticing under a Tier Two Alchemist now. I’m sure he’ll become an alchemist himself before long.”

“He still decided to walk the alchemy path…” Dongfang Xuan let out a deep sigh. He knew why his son had chosen that road—it was all in the hope of curing his father’s injuries.

Yu Yueyue looked at Jiang Qian, worried. “Brother Dongfang… Is he doing well there?”

“Don’t worry. He’s doing very well at Heavenly Fragrance Academy. I expect he’ll return home soon,” Jiang Qian said gently.

With that, he produced a vial from his storage ring and handed it to Dongfang Xuan. “Senior Brother Dongfang, this will heal your body.”

Yu Yueyue accepted the vial for the bedridden Dongfang Xuan. She pulled out the cork and saw a few drops of bright blood within. “Blood?”

“The blood essence of a Rainbow Antlered Deer!” Dongfang Xuan inhaled its scent and instantly recognized it.

Back when he was a sect disciple, Dongfang Xuan had once encountered this rare blood essence on a mission. Its unique scent had been etched in his memory ever since.

Jiang Qian smiled. “Just as I thought—your nose is as sharp as ever, Senior Brother Dongfang.”

“I—I can’t accept this. It’s far too precious!” Dongfang Xuan shook his head urgently, fully aware of how rare and valuable the blood essence was.

“Just take it, Senior Brother! I have plenty more where that came from. A single vial means nothing to me,” Jiang Qian insisted, deliberately putting on a slightly annoyed expression. “Or do you not think of me as your junior at all?”

Faced with this, Dongfang Xuan could only give in. “Alright… Thank you, Brother Jiang.”

“And don’t call me ‘Young Master Jiang,’ please—that’s much too formal. Just call me Junior Brother Jiang.”

“But…” Dongfang Xuan had only just begun to speak when a harsh, unfriendly voice rang out from the street:

“Old Dongfang! Is my little Yueyue hiding in there with you?!”