In a Fantasy World as Cannon Fodder, I Got Entangled with the Heroine - Chapter 55

Chapter 55: The Daughter Who Traps Her Father, and the Disciple Who Traps His Master!

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Hu Mo suddenly paused mid-stride, startled by someone calling his name from behind. Turning around, he saw the caller was none other than Jiang Qian.

Without missing a beat, Jiang Qian walked over, his expression polite but purposeful. Hu Mo sized him up and grinned, “You must be Jiang Qian. I’ve heard about you. So, what brings you to me today?”

Feigning lightheartedness, he jested, “What, thinking of leaving Azure Mountain Sect and joining my Beast Taming Sect instead?” He let out a booming laugh at his own joke.

Jiang Qian shook his head immediately. Instead, he fished a document from his storage ring—the one signed and stamped personally by Feng Xiu’neng—and handed it over with both hands. “Sect Master Hu, I’ve come to ask you to fulfill the promise on this scroll.”

“Promise?” Hu Mo’s brow creased, puzzled, but he opened the document anyway. The moment he read through it, his lips twitched with disbelief. “Wait, Feng Xiu’neng, get over here and explain yourself! What’s this about a Profound-grade Spirit Boat?”

Feng Xiu’neng rushed over, looking completely serious. “Sect Master, I don’t see the issue. Jiang Qian has more than earned it!”

“If it hadn’t been for him risking his life to save us, both your daughter and I might not be standing here now!”

Hu Mo was left speechless by Feng Xiu’neng’s words.

A heavy silence followed, and Hu Mo’s gaze drifted to Hu Murui for support.

But before he could say a word, Hu Murui proved even more ruthless than her senior brother. “Dad, I agree with Senior Brother. You shouldn’t just give him a Profound-grade Spirit Boat. You ought to throw in another Profound-grade treasure while you’re at it—”

“Haha! She just got out of bed—her mind’s a bit foggy. Please, don’t pay her any mind!” Hu Mo hastily clamped a hand over Hu Murui’s mouth and forced a strained laugh, desperate to salvage his dignity.

How did I end up with a daughter who only knows how to set up her old man?

And then—

Hu Mo turned back to Jiang Qian and gave him a pained smile. “Jiang Qian, was it? How about this: I’ll give you ten million Zixuan Coins instead. No need to take the Spirit Boat, all right?”

“No need, Sect Master Hu,” Jiang Qian responded respectfully. “I’m not someone who covets wealth. I only ask that you honor your promise.”

Zixuan Coins? Is he joking? I have more of those than I could ever spend!

Hu Mo’s mouth twitched again, his face growing darker at Jiang Qian’s reply.

If he’s not greedy for money, can’t he just let go of my Profound-grade Spirit Boat?

Seeing Hu Mo’s predicament, the other sect masters couldn’t resist chiming in, fanning the flames.

Qin Jingtong offered a gentle smile. “Sect Master Hu, integrity is the foundation of a cultivator’s path—especially for those of us who lead a sect. A man is nothing without his word!”

Fan Zhuyue nodded solemnly. “Indeed, I’ve heard Sect Master Hu has three mid-grade Profound-grade Spirit Boats at home. Losing one won’t hurt.”

Bai Qianfeng added with feigned concern, “Sect Master Hu, Jiang Qian saved your daughter’s life. You wouldn’t want to lose face over this, would you?”

You bunch of hypocrites! So noble—easy for you when you’re not the one losing a Profound-grade Spirit Boat!

Why does it always have to be me?!

As Hu Mo silently cursed the other sect masters, Hu Murui delivered the final blow.

“Dad, if Mom finds out how you treated the man who saved her daughter’s life, what do you think will happen when you get home…?”

What a good daughter! Dragging your mother into this just to corner your father!

Backed into a corner, Hu Mo let out a helpless sigh. With a flick of his right hand, he produced a palm-sized, miniature Spirit Boat in his palm.

“Jiang Qian, here. Take it…”

“Thank you, Sect… Master Hu!” Jiang Qian’s hand trembled with excitement as he grabbed the Spirit Boat.

Watching the Spirit Boat leave his possession, Hu Mo felt as though his heart was bleeding drop by drop.

Feng Xiu’neng twisted the knife with perfect timing. “Sect Master, don’t forget you owe Brother Jiang a Fifth-grade pill as well!”

“What?!” Hu Mo quickly unfolded the contract again. Sure enough, it was there in plain writing.

What kind of daughter and disciple are these? One’s out to fleece her father, the other to fleece his master!

So this is my destiny—to be squeezed dry by both of you?

“Father!” Hu Murui stared at him, her gaze unyielding.

Gritting his teeth, Hu Mo dug out a porcelain bottle and produced a Fifth-grade pill, handing it to Jiang Qian. “Here. Take it!”

“Thank you, Sect Master Hu!” Jiang Qian beamed, storing both treasures neatly in his storage ring.

Hu Mo couldn’t stand looking at Jiang Qian a second longer. Just the sight of him made his chest tight with frustration.

Without another word, he summoned a top-grade Yellow-rank Spirit Boat, boarded alongside Hu Murui and Feng Xiu’neng, and departed in a huff.

“Brother Jiang, until next time!” Feng Xiu’neng called out cheerfully, waving from atop the Spirit Boat.

Hu Murui said nothing, but her eyes lingered on Jiang Qian with reluctant longing.

Soon, the delegations from Heavenly Fragrance Academy and Jade Maiden Pavilion also took their leave in turn.

Jiang Qian boarded Bai Qianfeng’s Spirit Boat, heading back towards Azure Mountain Sect.

Onboard, Bai Qianfeng sidled up with a sly grin. “Hahaha, Jiang Qian, you really are worthy of being Azure Mountain Sect’s Chief Disciple. Always putting your sect first—that’s admirable!”

Jiang Qian smiled coolly. “Of course. As Azure Mountain Sect’s Chief Disciple, protecting my junior sisters is my duty.” He couldn’t help casting a sidelong glance at Bai Qianfeng.

He didn’t need to ask to know what this old fox wanted. Obviously, Bai Qianfeng had his eye on the newly acquired Profound-grade Spirit Boat.

Sure enough, seeing Jiang Qian play innocent, Bai Qianfeng dropped all pretense. “You just got that Profound-grade Spirit Boat. How about handing it over to me?”

“Don’t worry! I’ll make sure you’re well compensated.”

Before Jiang Qian could respond, Bai Piaoxue stepped forward, standing protectively in front of him. “Father, Jiang Qian worked hard to win that Spirit Boat. Don’t you think it’s unfair to ask him for it?”

“If you keep this up, I won’t talk to you anymore!”

Bai Qianfeng’s expression darkened just like Hu Mo’s had earlier—completely defeated by his own daughter.

Hu Mo has Hu Murui tripping him up, and I have my own daughter to deal with. What an injustice!

“Fine, fine—I get it. I won’t ask anymore,” Bai Qianfeng relented, shaking his head in mock exasperation.

Just as he was about to head back to his quarters, Bai Piaoxue suddenly called out, “Father, wait a minute. There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

“What is it? For the record, I’m not as wealthy as Hu Mo, so I can’t give Jiang Qian a Spirit Boat!” Bai Qianfeng said hurriedly, fearing his daughter was about to suggest some reward for Jiang Qian. He was determined to quash that idea immediately.

But Bai Piaoxue just shook her head.

Bai Qianfeng finally relaxed a little. “So what is it, then?”

“It’s about Duan Yuqing. The people he brought into the ruins didn’t all die in there,” Bai Piaoxue said softly.

Bai Qianfeng’s eyes instantly sharpened. “Yuqing, is what Piaoxue says true?”

“Father, if you don’t believe me, you can ask Wu Jinfeng for confirmation,” Piaoxue replied.

Wu Jinfeng came forward and offered a respectful salute. “To be truthful, I’m not entirely sure. After we left the ruins, I got separated from the others.”

“But it’s as the Young Sect Mistress said—while one or two may have perished inside, most of them made it out alive.”

In that moment, everyone’s gaze turned to Duan Yuqing, who was left standing in heavy, uncomfortable silence.