Reborn As A Villainous Cannon Fodder

As the tall and burly cultist leader gave the order, the many cultists all drew out their blood scythes, no longer able to contain their feverish killing intent as they attacked and surrounded from all directions.

This chaotic scene could be called a feast of slaughter.

After all, they were evil cultists. Once they saw red, they disregarded any organizational discipline. Their fighting style was basically no different from an all-you-can-eat buffet - whoever killed first got the spoils.

"Brothers, don\'t get too carried away killing just yet. Do you still remember the orders from our master?"

"Master told us to properly take care of that attention-seeking brat wielding the sword!"

"I see him! He\'s behind the bonfire, still trying to play the hero and save the beauty!"

Yino, mixed in with the crowd of cultists at the rear, picked up a torch beside the bonfire and suddenly shouted. He then threw the torch towards Chen Jianxin, who was single-handedly wielding his sword behind the crowd.

At these words, the many cultists were drawn by the firelight. They all recalled their master\'s orders and instantly sobered up, their eyes bloodshot as they looked in Chen Jianxin\'s direction.

In an instant, Chen Jianxin became the most eye-catching prey on the entire scene. His originally determined expression to fight to the death turned even more deathly pale.

"Senior Sister Yunjin, don\'t be afraid. Just hide behind me and focus on healing me--"

Seeing the many cultists all charging over, Chen Jianxin could only grit his teeth and draw his sword to face the enemies.

But before he could finish speaking, he saw the tall and burly cultist suddenly charge in from the side. With a single elbow strike, the petite sword-wielding youth was sent flying.

"Hehe..."

"Still trying to protect others when facing death? This old man will first kill this little girl and let you watch!"

He laughed coldly, swinging the iron chain of his blood scythe as he walked towards Yunjin, whose small face was deathly pale.

"Cough, cough cough!"

Chen Jianxin coughed up a mouthful of blood. He still wanted to get up, but the pain wracking his entire body made him collapse on the ground paralyzed.

Behind the crowd, although Yunjin\'s expression was unsightly, she still raised her hands and joined her fingers in front of her chest. Her left hand awakened the cyan holy mark on the back of her hand, while her other hand tightly gripped the ink jade pendant at her chest.

"It was you who killed Young Master Yino..."

She lightly bit her teeth. Even though she was so scared that she kept retreating, her eyes still couldn\'t hide her anger.

As the tall cultist approached step by step, Yunjin no longer shrank back. She suddenly waved her left hand, summoning a cyan jade crane that charged out--

"Insignificant trick!"

The blood scythe flew out and with just an instant, chopped the cyan crane into a mass of spiritual energy that dissipated like smoke.

But just as he laughed coldly and pursued to kill through the cyan smoke, the cultist suddenly discovered that the white-haired girl who was originally in front of him had disappeared.

"Where did she go...?"

He looked all around but was also at a loss, somewhat doubtfully scratching his head.

After a moment of silence.

"Damn it, what kind of trick did this little girl pull in the end!"

"Forget it, I\'ll first go kill that attention-seeking brat! When the time comes, I\'ll sacrifice her companions one by one. I refuse to believe this girl won\'t come back to save them then!"

The cultist inwardly clicked his tongue and laughed coldly. Shouldering his blood scythe, he turned around and rushed back into the battlefield.

At the same time, not far away, deep within a snow-covered patch of grass, Yino leaned against a snowy pine tree. His left hand gripped a dagger while his right hand covered the mouth of the girl in his arms.

Facing the wide-eyed and terrified gaze of the silly girl, Yino glanced back at the state of the battle to confirm it was safe before taking off his hood, revealing his true appearance.

"Yin--!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!"

Seeing Yunjin about to exclaim in pleasant surprise, Yino hurriedly covered her mouth again.

Behind the grass and trees, Yunjin and Yino gazed at each other, familiarizing themselves with the other\'s body temperature.

At some unknown point, Yunjin obediently nodded.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Yino slowly released her mouth.

Yunjin said nothing. She simply turned over, throwing herself into Yino\'s embrace, silently hugging him.

Another moment of embracing.

"Alright, stop crying. We should go back and save people now."

Yino pulled the girl in his arms away and once again drew a black iron sword from his waist.

Yunjin knelt in front of him, her gaze somewhat dazedly staring at him.

She lightly parted her cherry lips, revealing a timid expression as she shook her head. But when her gaze met Yino\'s resolute eyes, Yunjin thought of how many fellow Wuji Sect disciples were still in danger outside at this very moment.

"After all, as fellow cultivators, we can\'t just watch them die without saving them."

Yino said to her somewhat helplessly.

He glanced at the silver starlight on the distant horizon, the meaningful smile at the corner of his lips growing more confident.

"But... but you must not push yourself. I\'ll cover you! I\'ll heal your wounds..."

Having personally experienced a close brush with death, although Yunjin obediently nodded on the surface, deep down in her heart, she had long since stopped caring about the life and death of the other disciples as she stared fixedly at Yino\'s beautiful eyes.

She was merely a mid Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, while those cultists were at minimum late Foundation Establishment. Even if Yunjin cared about her fellow disciples, it was fundamentally impossible for her to save everyone from the hands of those ruthless, evil cultists.

This was unrealistic, no different from courting death.

Although Yunjin wasn\'t that astute, having rarely escaped death, she also didn\'t have the saintly heart to go back and throw her life away.

It was just that the one currently proposing to go back and save people was Yino.

Yunjin initially thought Yino had gone crazy too. But very quickly, she discovered that there was light in Yino\'s eyes. This was different from Chen Jianxin\'s ignorant recklessness. The same words spoken from Yino\'s mouth made Yunjin feel more confident. She believed Yino wasn\'t being impulsive - since he dared to say this, he must have his own assurance!

Therefore, if it was for Yino\'s sake, Yunjin could also muster the courage to fight again!

In any case, this life of hers had been saved by Yino.

Now, Yino wanted to go back and save more people. How could she possibly drag him back at a time like this?

"Young Master, this is my Resonance Blessing. If your spiritual energy is insufficient, the Resonance Blessing can share some of my spiritual energy with you!"

Before setting off, Yunjin grabbed Yino, solemnly pressing a spiritual art hand seal from her palm onto his chest.

Yino lowered his head to look, feeling the abundant spiritual energy from the girl. He couldn\'t help but smile in understanding.

"Later, you stay here and heal. I\'ll go cover the other disciples\' retreat."

"Mm!"

With this simple division of tasks, Yino didn\'t waste any more words. He abruptly stood up and transformed into a fierce gale, disappearing into the jungle.

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"It\'s really strange. Where on earth did Yino run off to?"

On a forest trail in the deep of night, a foxgirl was leisurely strolling.

Less than a hundred meters ahead of this pine forest was the battle-torn hot spring stronghold. The miserable screams and wails of countless disciples continuously rang out.

But she completely ignored it, still narrowing her bewitching eyes as she pondered her own troubles with a solemn expression.

Rumble rumble----!!!

At some unknown time, a huge trembling sound came from the side.

The foxgirl looked back and saw a human figure come flying over, crashing heavily into the snowy pine tree in front of her.

"Tsk, do these Full Moon Sect followers have no professionalism at all? It\'s just killing a few Qi Refinement stage small fries, is there a need to make such a big commotion?"

"Who knows if there are other Wuji Sect cultivators in this mountain investigating? What if they alert outsiders?"

The foxgirl raised her brows in annoyance.

Silently, she flicked out a dagger from her sleeve, spinning it on her fingertip as she played with it.

"Really useless, forcing me to personally clean up this mess!"

The foxgirl snorted coldly and walked towards the trembling snowy pine, planning to conveniently finish off this disciple to silence him.

But with a \'plop\', a figure in a black cloak descended from the sky, causing the originally disinterested foxgirl\'s eyes to suddenly widen.

"M-Monster..."

The tall and burly cultist fell to the ground in a wretched state, spitting black blood. His pupils were unfocused, his eyes nearly filled with absolute terror.

The foxgirl stood rooted to the spot, staring intently. Only then did she discover that on the cultist\'s back, at the position of his heart, a huge bloody hole had been pierced through.

"Hmm!?..."

The foxgirl\'s mind went blank as she hurriedly surveyed the surroundings.

But right at this moment, a black iron sword came flying through the air, tracing an elegant parabola before precisely stabbing into the cultist\'s body.

"Ahh!!!"

The cultist let out another heart-rending scream.

Because this iron sword had long been blunted from chopping and wasn\'t sharp, it merely stabbed into his head without killing him in one stroke. Instead, it caused the already near-death cultist to scream even more miserably in pain.

Jinyue broke out in a cold sweat from this terrifying scene, subconsciously retreating a few steps.

She looked in the direction of the iron sword\'s trajectory and saw a youth in Wuji Sect robes calmly walking over from the distance.

His steps were composed. Passing by the corpse of a Wuji Sect disciple, the youth casually bent down and picked up a brand new iron sword from the corpse\'s hand.

Hearing those cold footsteps, the originally dying cultist instantly regained focus in his pupils.

He widened his eyes and looked at the foxgirl in front of him, struggling to crawl on the ground:

"Lady Witch, my lady...!"

"Save me, save me! That guy isn\'t human at all. He\'s the real evil--"