In a Fantasy World as Cannon Fodder, I Got Entangled with the Heroine - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: The First Time Going All Out!

Translation by: Weebsread👹

Even the strongest among them—Bai Piaoxue, Jiang Zixuan, Duan Yuqing, and Situ Yahan—couldn’t withstand the force that suddenly surged through the ruins. In an instant, their bodies were hurled out, vanishing from the ancient site.

Outside the Ruins

Everyone stood frozen in disbelief, staring at the spot where the ruins had just disappeared into nothingness.

“What the—did it really just vanish? Is this for real?!”

“Damn it! We got nothing, nearly died in there, and now there’s not even a fragment left?!”

“We should leave—maybe there’s still treasure to find elsewhere if we hurry!”

“......”

The crowd quickly scattered, the dream of easy fortune gone in a puff of smoke.

But Bai Piaoxue soon sensed something was wrong. She looked around, face growing pale with worry. Jiang Qian and Chen Xiaoxiao were missing.

….

“Jiang Qian and Chen Xiaoxiao aren’t here! They must still be trapped inside!” Bai Piaoxue’s voice quivered with anxiety.

Hearing that Jiang Qian had vanished, Duan Yuqing’s eyes lit up with opportunity. Without hesitation, he strode over to Jiang Zixuan and presented a handful of scrolls. “Junior Sister, here—these are all Profound-rank cultivation manuals. They’ll suit you perfectly!”

Jiang Zixuan cast a quick glance at them, then shook her head. “Thank you, Senior Brother Duan, but it’s unwise to cultivate too many techniques at once. I’d rather focus on what I have.”

Disappointed, Duan Yuqing had no choice but to draw back, the disappointment flickering across his face. “By the way, Junior Sister, since Jiang Qian’s probably stuck inside that secret realm—or worse—you should come with me.”

“Duan Yuqing, say that again if you dare!” Fury erupted from Bai Piaoxue. A chill swept the air, a frosty aura swirling around her as the temperature plummeted.

Duan Yuqing, however, just looked at her with scorn and sneered, “With someone like him, facing that kind of danger? If you honestly think he survived, you’re dreaming.”

“Enough!” Bai Piaoxue’s voice was icy, her Spiritual Essence roaring forth as she fully released her Ice Soul Sacred Physique. Dark clouds swirled above, drawn by the unleashed power of her Sacred Physique.

“You think I’m scared of you?” Duan Yuqing retorted, awakening the power of his own Sacred Physique. Instantly, every sword within reach sprang from its sheath, orbiting protectively around him.

The two of them squared off, tension so thick it felt like the start of a storm.

….

Inside the Ruins

Meanwhile, Jiang Qian had summoned the full might of his Myriad Demon Sacred Body, barely managing to withstand the overwhelming force that threatened to eject him too.

Damn, even Bai Piaoxue and Jiang Zixuan got blasted out? If they’d stayed behind, at least I’d have backup…

As the pressure finally eased, Jiang Qian let out a breath he’d been holding. Relief was short-lived.

Because—the Possessing Spirit had already begun her attempt to possess Chen Xiaoxiao’s body.

No! She’s starting already!

Jiang Qian’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. He didn’t hesitate. A surge of demonic energy erupted from within him, lashing out at the Possessing Spirit.

Countless tendrils of demon qi whipped toward her, encasing her in a cocoon of black.

“Myriad Demon Sacred Body?” The Possessing Spirit’s expression darkened. She flicked her wrist, and Jiang Qian’s demon energy evaporated as if it had never existed.

In that moment, Jiang Qian seized his chance, grabbing Chen Xiaoxiao and darting away.

“Bastard!” The Possessing Spirit snapped, searing hatred blazing in her eyes as she gave chase. “This ruin is my domain—you think you can just escape with my prize?!”

Delusional!

With a cold snarl, she raced after them.

Hanging onto Jiang Qian’s neck, Chen Xiaoxiao trembled, her grip on his robes white-knuckled. “S-Senior Brother… can we really get out of here?”

He didn’t answer right away, just pressed ahead, brow furrowed, racing against doom. “I don’t know. Truly, I don’t. But running is our only shot.”

None of this had happened in the original version of the story. He was flying blind.

Tears welled in Chen Xiaoxiao’s eyes as she looked up at him. “It’s my fault… If I hadn’t—”

“That’s enough. Don’t say another word. Trust me, and be quiet,” Jiang Qian said, voice low and grim.

Soon they reached the exit… only to find it sealed by an impenetrable barrier.

The Possessing Spirit was already upon them, her lips twisted into a sneer. “Run all you like. You really thought escape was possible?”

Jiang Qian set Chen Xiaoxiao down gently, his gaze unwavering as he faced their hunter.

“Xiaoxiao, whatever you see next, keep it to yourself—if we walk out of here alive.”

“Myriad Demon Qilin Codex!”

He roared, and the black qilin tattoo across his back came alive, its form surging with shadowy power as demonic energy blazed around him.

His eyes bled red; his aura climbed higher and higher, stopping just short of breaking into the Nascent Soul stage.

In that moment, he was every inch a demon god unleashed.

This is the first time I’ve gone all out. Heaven help me—it might not be enough. After all, back when this woman was alive, she was at late Soul Integration, nearly Void Ascension. Even as a lingering soul, she’s still terrifying.

From behind, Chen Xiaoxiao stared at him in shock, voice barely a whisper. “A… demonic cultivator?!”

No wonder Senior Brother warned me to stay silent—he’s not just hiding his strength, he’s really a demonic cultivator!

And his spirit pressure… half a step into Nascent Soul stage, already stronger than even Senior Sister Bai…

He’s been hiding everything from us…

The Possessing Spirit’s eyes narrowed, voice cold with recognition. “The Myriad Demon Sacred Body, wielding the Myriad Demon Qilin Codex… So you truly are his successor. Time will tell whether inheriting his legacy will bring you fortune or calamity.”

She flicked her wrist, conjuring a flood—a roaring torrent of water that surged toward Jiang Qian.

He met it head-on, the Flood Dragon Bone Sword flashing into his hand. With a swing, he unleashed a blade of jet-black demon energy that cleaved through the flood.

The two attacks collided, and the shockwave sent Jiang Qian flying back several meters.

Damn it! Even weakened, her power is this overwhelming?

He steadied himself, summoning another barrage of demonic energy, sending them howling toward The Possessing Spirit.

“Suppress!” she spat.

With a flick of her wrist, the mist was blown away as if by a mighty wind.

Then, with a shout, she pressed her palm down. The air itself seemed to solidify—a crushing gravity heavier than Mount Tai crashed down on Jiang Qian, immobilizing him.

His knees buckled, sweat pouring down his brow. He channeled demonic qi, forming two giant spectral hands above him that barely held the weight at bay.

But the next moment—

An even more monstrous force descended, surging over him like a tsunami.

Shit…

Jiang Qian was hammered into the earth with brutal force.

Boom—

The stone floor cracked and split beneath him, spiderweb fissures radiating out from where he’d struck.

Cough—

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

“You’re not weak,” The Possessing Spirit admitted coolly. “Were we anywhere else, I might not be able to defeat you. But this is my domain.”

Seeing Jiang Qian battered and bleeding, Chen Xiaoxiao sobbed. Her pleas rang through the silence.

“Stop! Please! Take my body if you must—just don’t hurt Senior Brother anymore! I beg you—please, just let him go!”