Get Demoted Into Cannon Fodder

Arc 5.3

Mo Xian with a broom in his hands stood still in front of the familiar but unfamiliar luxurious residence.

With a single glance, one could see a lot of valuable decorations that are worth millions of Spirit stones.

The floor was covered by rare white jade tiles to keep the feet cool in summer and warm in winter.

There was a big pond filled with colorful koi fish swimming happily as the surface was adorned by white lotus in full bloom.

A small pavilion was built on top of the pond with long white curtains attached from the top of the roof swaying gently.

In the meantime, the courtyard was decorated with a white pear blossom forest. Whenever the wind passed, numerous white petals danced in the air falling like snow bringing along its unique sweet scent.

Although the scenery was moving, Mo Xian’s face was filled with disgust. He found this place, even more displeasing to the eye than at the bottom of the Abyss where all hell broke out.

To think he didn't notice that something was going on between those two, his eyes must’ve been bad.

No. To say the least, he must’ve been blind.

Mo Xian lowered his eyes as a faint memory resurfaced in his mind.

A man wearing a veiled hat obscuring his face leaned down and said in an eager tone, “You have a Divine Wood Spiritual root which is incredibly hard to come by. How about joining our Floating Cloud Sect? You will no longer starve and finally have a warm place to stay.”

“... A home?”

Perhaps, the man found his words funny for him to suddenly remain quiet for several seconds. Afterward, he replied with a light chuckle, “That’s right, I will give you a home.”

Even though the memory was starting to fade away like a picture being drawn on the sand, Mo Xian still vividly remembered how he felt at that moment.

He was beyond ecstatic.

After all, those who stay in the same home are a family, right? Was the only thought he had in his mind back then.

Mo Xian mockingly laughed at his past self. He joined the Sect around a year ago but he hasn't seen his so-called Master for almost half a year now.

He has been neglected by him since the very beginning and he was still foolish enough to think that the man was a benevolent person.

During his retreat, he voluntarily came here to sweep his front yards, pluck the weeds, and look after his garden every day.

With a foolish thought of welcoming him with a clean home.

This time, Mo Xian no longer tired himself from doing these thankless tasks. He did the job half-heartedly and then left mid-way to go training by himself.

Just as he was about to toss the broom to the ground, his eyes turned sharp and his action abruptly halted.

His cultivation may have regressed but his perception remained the same.

Noticing another presence suddenly appearing behind him, Mo Xian’s pair of almond-shaped eyes narrowed.

If memory serves him right, no one visited Zhao Zhen after knowing that he had gone behind closed-door training.

So why is it different now?

While Mo Xian was a bit confused by this unexpected visitor, a voice that used to exist only in his distant memory interrupted his thoughts.

“... Mo Xian?”

Mo Xian’s body involuntarily stiffened.

He made a sharp turn and immediately saw a figure dressed in white standing under the peach blossom tree in the distance.