The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix

"..."

"Ahahaha... This beautiful young man from the Western Region is already a Core Formation cultivator at such a young age. Let me ask which beautiful woman in the world wouldn't yearn for him?"

Feng Yu Die pursed her lips and looked at the painting she was holding, then she simply nodded. "Well, I'll buy it."

Then, she directly took out three hundred spirit stones from her storage bag and handed them to the stall owner.

The stall owner immediately accepted it with a bow and cupped his hands with a smile. "Thank you for your support, thank you for your support!"

He then stepped forward and prepared to remove the painting from the frame.

However, at this moment, two masked men walked over and asked, "Boss, I heard that you have a portrait of the Hundred Lotus Sect's Young Master here? And that you even met him before? How about drawing him for us?"

The Hundred Lotus Sect Young Master's portraits had indeed sold quite well lately, but this was the first time the stall owner had seen male cultivators come to ask for it. Most male cultivators just looked at them and didn't buy them.

Moreover, the vibe of these two people was obviously not right. Although they wore two masks that could be considered friendly, their entire bodies exuded a hostile aura.

The stall owner sized up the two of them and hesitated for a moment before replying, "Uh... wait a moment, I'll help this lady pack first."

"Well..."

The two masked men looked toward Feng Yu Die, noticing her silver hair.

Feng Yu Die naturally saw that the two were looking at her.

Her silver hair was indeed very conspicuous, but these two people looked strange, and she immediately had the impulse to draw her sword and kill them.

However, Ye Anping's portrait calmed her down.

In fact, even if she didn't appear, these two people would probably come to buy Ye Anping's portrait.

In other words, it was better for her not to do unnecessary things, lest she accidentally ruin Young Master Ye's plan.

Let's just pretend to be a passerby...

"Boss, is the Young Master of the Hundred Lotus Sect really as good-looking as in the painting?"

"Ah... yes." The painting stall owner replied, smiling. "I guarantee that it is definitely painted according to the model. Although it can't look like a real person, it is at least 90% similar."

Indeed... Feng Yu Die nodded as she looked at the painting.

"Then, is the real person more beautiful than the one in the painting?"

"If I were to say it, there would be indeed more spirit. After all, ink is dead, but people are alive."

"Very good. If I have the chance, I'll go to the Hundred Lotus Sect. If he doesn't look like it, I'll come back and ask for a refund."

"Of course, of course..."

The painting stall owner smiled and agreed. The two men seemed to have relaxed their vigilance when they heard this conversation. They went to sit on the chairs prepared by the stall owner and waited.

Feng Yu Die didn't look at them. She waited for the stall owner to wrap up the painting and cupped her hands in salute. Then, she turned around and mixed into the crowd. At the first turn, she rushed straight into a deserted alley where no one noticed her. She took out her spare bamboo hat and put it on, jumped onto the eaves, and rushed back to the inn over the roofs.

The painting stall was located in the eastern part of the city, whereas the inn she and Xiao Yunluo had booked was in the southern part, near the city gate.

Feng Yu Die paid attention to the surroundings to avoid being followed. She circled around for a while before landing on the roof of the inn.

Stepping on the tiles, she took out the portrait, slightly opened it, and looked at it in the light of the waning moon.

Perhaps it was because the owner of the painting stall was so good at fine brushwork that seeing the painting was like looking at the real man.

Looking at the portrait on the scroll, she felt like she was seeing Ye Anping himself. The fatigue and uneasiness accumulated along the way were swept away at this moment.

"Young Master Ye..."

Feng Yu Die's eyes showed a hint of tenderness, but when she recalled the conversations she had heard along the street, she tilted her head and couldn't help but wonder, ---Was Young Master Ye really that handsome?

In the past, she didn't think Ye Anping was particularly handsome, but it was either because she had been influenced by him or because she had been with him day and night for the past few years...

"Well, he does look pretty, especially when he roasts chickens for me, hehe..."

A faint blush appeared on her fair cheeks. Paired with a silly smile and some faint silver threads under her bamboo hat, it was as if spring had touched her face and all things were freshly born.

Feng Yu Die stood on the roof and stared at the painting with a silly smile for a while. Then, she rolled up the painting and put it back into her storage bag at her waist. She hung upside down, opened the window, and jumped in.

"Sister Xiao, I'm back..."

"Ah!!!"

A shriek startled Feng Yu Di, making her jump up like a cat.

Feng Yu Die looked toward the bed in horror, only to see Xiao Yunluo lying on the bed with a blushing face, hugging the quilt, and no one knew what she was doing. "Sister Xiao... what are you doing?"

"I..." Xiao Yunluo pursed her lips and quickly hid something in her hand under the blanket. Then, she picked up the pillow and threw it at Feng Yu Die's face. "You idiot! Why don't you knock?! Why did you flip through the window?"

Puff---

Feng Yu Die didn't dodge. After receiving the pillow in her face, she took it in her hand and smiled.

"...I'll be careful next time. By the way! Sister Xiao, do you know how to dye your hair?"

"Dye... dye your hair?"

"Yeah." Feng Yu Die took off her hat and brought her hair in front of her. "I was almost discovered just now. My hair is too conspicuous."

"Discovered?"

"Well, I thought about it, we can't get on like that. Look at my silver hair and your hornet's nest, the two of us are too conspicuous when we walk the streets. Young Master Ye most likely doesn't know that we followed him here now, so we'd better lay low on the road!"

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Xiao Yunluo was taken aback and touched the horns on her forehead, feeling that she was being scolded.

Feng Yu Die was right. They should indeed keep a low profile.

But!

"That makes sense, but the main problem is your hair! Others will find it strange if they see a hornet's nest on my head, but they won't be able to tell who I am. However, silver hair is rare, and your reputation is not small... When others see your hair, they would guess that you are the Second Idiot..."

"..."

Xiao Yunluo sat up and tugged at her skirt, then pointed at the dressing table in the room. "Sit there! I have something to dye your hair."

"Oh! Great~ Hehe..."

Feng Yu Die grinned and quickly sat down on the stool in front of the dressing table, scattering her hair behind her.

Xiao Yunluo walked behind her and saw the smile on Feng Yu Die's face in the bronze mirror on the table. Frowning, she asked, "You Second Idiot, what happened to you that made you so happy? You were so sad on the way here."

"Huh? Nothing~ I just... feel relieved."

"What do you mean by relieved?"

"Hehe~~ I won't tell you unless you treat me to roasted chicken."