Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 791

Chapter 791: Imperfections Chapter 791: Imperfections She stood there, unable to intervene, silently observing the unfolding chaos and searching for a way to put a stop to it.

She attempted to reach out to her companions, but it was as if an invisible barrier, wrought by either Xiong Zi Ying or Xiong Yi Chen, isolated her from their responses.  “Yunyun?” Suddenly, she felt a soft, white figure rush into her embrace, bringing a surge of relief.  “Master, there you are!

I was nearly lost trying to find you.

Xiong Zi Ying brought you and your uncle into his Flower Realm, where he holds sway over life, death, and every connection here,” Xiao Yun explained as he shifted his gaze towards the two men clashing in the sky.  “Are you hurt, Yunyun?” An epiphany dawned on her as she listened to his words.

She fretted, scanning his form for any signs of injury.  “Master, I’m fine,” Xiao Yun reassured her, shaking his head.

He possessed the remarkable ability to traverse barriers effortlessly, even slipping into realms without detection.

This extraordinary talent was known only to him and a select few.  “How is everyone else holding up?” she inquired, anxiety weaving through her voice.  “Don’t worry, Master; they’re all safe.

They’re searching for you, but they can’t reach you because of the Flower Realm’s confines.

I’ve already updated them on your situation,” Xiao Yun said, his gentle paws stroking her cheeks.  “What about Fen Fen and A’Fei?” she pressed, recalling that they had stayed behind to battle demons.  “Reinforcements from the human race have arrived, and a fierce conflict is underway.

Fen Fen joined us the moment Xiong Zi Ying took you,” Xiao Yun summarized the external situation, detailing how Di Xiuyu had successfully inscribed ancient runes into weapons, enabling them to fight off the demons.  Shenlian Yingyue felt a wave of shock wash over her but quickly chastised, “That was too reckless; exposing such knowledge only attracts greed and invites unnecessary turmoil.”  “You’re right, Master.

Once the demon race learned about the ancient inscriptions capable of slaying demons, Demon King Shi wasted no time capturing Di Xiuyu and taking her to the Demon Realm.

Now, the humans are enraged, desperate to rescue their leader,” Xiao Yun chuckled softly.  It was unfortunate that while Di Xiuyu wielded tremendous power, she lacked one crucial trait that his master possessed-foresight.  Every decision had far-reaching implications, and one must remain acutely aware that each choice could lead to both unforeseen and predicted consequences.  While he recognized Di Xiuyu’s intellect, he couldn’t overlook the fact that she had miscalculated her approach this time.

The reasoning behind her revealing her lethal capabilities against the demons remained a mystery, yet one thing was clear: this move had set her on a path fraught with complications.

Shenlian Yingyue’s brow furrowed in concern; she had no intentions of judging others.

Her own life was chaotic enough without adding more layers of complexity.

How could she, with her own imperfections, fault anyone else for their choices?

Shaking her head, she pushed aside thoughts of Di Xiuyu and turned her focus elsewhere.

“Yunyun, I want to intervene and stop my uncle and master from fighting, but they refuse to hear me out,” she said, summarizing the troubling revelations Xiong Zi Ying and Xiong Yi Chen had shared with her about the dark past that loomed over both clans.

“Master, this is truly burdensome for you,” Xiao Yun felt a surge of emotions, his heart swelling with love and compassion for her.

He leaned into her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her neck for comfort.

“It’s fine,” she replied with calmness that belied the bitterness and suffocation thrumming in her heart.  Those connected to her-be it by soul, blood, or equality-could easily sense her turmoil.

Everyone-Xiao Yun, Xiao Li, Xiao Lan, Shenlian Yinzhu, Shenlian Sheshan, Zhiyi, and the rest-clutched their chests, their expressions turning grave with concern for her well-being.

“We’re here for you, Master.

You need to know that you’re not alone in this.

We will stand by you through every trial and tribulation,” Xiao Yun conveyed softly, wanting to reassure her even if he felt powerless to change her situation.

Her heart warmed at his promise, tears threatening to spill, yet she managed to wipe them away and embrace him quietly, a faint smile gracing her lips.

“Xiao Yue’er, how are your injuries faring now?” Shenlian Sheshan approached her, glancing at Xiao Yun with a silent acknowledgment, though he chose to remain passive.

She turned to him, noticing the way their previous conflict seemed forgotten.

They bore small injuries, but nothing that warranted concern.

Time had slipped away unnoticed.

“You all ceased hostilities?” she remarked.

“We’ll continue our fight another time,” Xiong Zi Ying responded with a smirk, as if the battle had soothed some of the anger and resentment simmering within him.

Xiong Yi Chen seemed to be too lazy to speak to her.

She remained silent, absorbing the moment.

“Xiao Yue’er, what is your plan regarding him?” Shenlian Sheshan gestured toward Xiong Zi Ying.

The question hung heavily in the air, causing everyone to tense up.

“Are you really considering severing ties with me, Xiao Yueyue?” Xiong Zi Ying’s gaze never wavered; his focus was wholly on her.

“Do you have a better idea, Master?” she shot back, unflinching.

Xiao Yun and Shenlian Sheshan stood apart, waiting to witness how her decision would unfold.

Xiong Zi Ying faltered, caught between his desire not to hurt her and the deep-seated animosity for her father and the Shenlian clan.

His fists clenched tightly, depicting the internal struggle he faced.

“Why don’t you listen to me, Master?

I might have some suggestions,” she said with a sigh, trying to offer an olive branch.

“What kind of suggestion could you possibly have, villain’s daughter?” Xiong Yi Chen mocked.

His derisive tone tempered the tension in the atmosphere, evoking a paradoxical relief amidst the strain.

Shenlian Yingyue’s eyelids fluttered, a faint pulse of pale cyan and pale crimson veins visible on her skin.

She reminded herself to remain composed, resisting the urge to beat the man tethered to her master’s body.

Xiong Yi Chen grinned mischievously, obviously enjoying her annoyance and frustration.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Littlecarrot ‘Who am I to judge when I, myself, is not perfect?’ My dear angel readers, this is my favourite qoute.

I consistently reflect on this sentence for guidance, to focus on my own journey instead of judging others.

૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა I will do everything to be a good person in this world, kindness starts from us, dear.

I hope I can be at least share my life with you through my books.