The Cannon Fodder Turns His Sister Into A Soaring Phoenix

Chapter 187 - Fists And Wine Brings People Together

When Ye Anping and Feng Yu Die arrived in Wine Spring Town, it was not yet noon, and it started to snow again.

The streets were bustling with traffic, filled with men and women who came here to drink and flirt.

Ye Anping, dressed in a black brocade robe and holding a peach-red waxed paper umbrella, was walking along the side of the road. Feng Yu Die walked beside him, leaning toward his umbrella to avoid the snow. She was happily munching on the roasted chicken he had just bought for her.

After a while, Ye Anping suddenly rolled his eyes and glanced at Feng Yu Die, who was nibbling on the roasted chicken. He then kicked her ankle and corrected her, clicking his tongue. "Tsk, act like a man. Don't move your butt, take bigger bites, and take bigger steps when walking."

Feng Yu Die froze and giggled. "Ahaha... It was subconsciously."

"Act according to the situation later. All you need to do is pique Yun Jiujiu's interest in you. I will try my best to cooperate with you, if necessary... Got it?"

"Got it!" Feng Yu Die held out the chicken leg to him and asked, "Want some?"

"..."

"I won't give it to you even if you want to eat it~"

Ye Anping glared at her sternly.

Under his gaze, Feng Yu Die flinched and giggled again. She quickly sucked the whole chicken leg into her mouth and changed her girlish demeanor, saying, "I know, act like a man, right? Well, then again, why do I have to be a man? If I just want to pique her interest, wouldn't that be the same if I were a girl?"

"Yun Jiujiu prefers dealing with men than girls."

"Why?"

"Inferiority complex."

"Huh?"

Ye Anping glanced at her. "She lacks a woman's flavor even more than you do."

?

Feng Yu Die blinked, then raised her arm, and sniffed her armpit. "I think I smell pretty good. Do you want to smell it?"

Ye Anping looked at her as she leaned closer with her arm raised toward him. His nose wrinkled, and he took a step aside. "I don't want to."

"You don't want to smell, but you still say I don't have a woman's flavor."

"You smell like roasted chicken now..."

"I... what's wrong with roasted chicken? It's very fragrant." Feng Yu Die frowned, feeling a little aggrieved. After thinking for a while, she leaned over to Ye Anping, sniffed him, and retorted, "You don't even have the scent of a man yet."

?

Ye Anping suddenly wanted to smell his own scent but resisted the urge. After hesitating for a moment, he asked back, "What do you mean by a man's scent?"

"Sweat odor. My body smells so good, fragrant and delightful, makes me feel good~"

"..."

Ye Anping was speechless, but at this moment, he suddenly spotted a short girl staggering toward them from the opposite direction.

The girl was only up to his chest, about the same as Si Xuanji.

In the winter season, people going out tended to dress warmly, but she was only wearing tight leather shorts and a loose dragon-patterned long-sleeved shirt. It seemed like she put on some random clothes before leaving home. Still, those clothes were not cheap.

He recognized Yun Jiujiu at a glance.

He had brought Feng Yu Die to walk around the streets of Wine Spring Town because Yun Jiujiu had a habit in the game of coming here at noon every two days for a drink, and he hoped to stage an encounter.

It seemed they arrived just in time.

Feng Yu Die was still preoccupied with her appearance and not paying attention to the road, resulting in a direct collision with Yun Jiujiu.

Ye Anping didn't warn her; he just closed the umbrella and took a step aside.

Bang--

"Hey?!"

Just as he thought, Feng Yu Die did not see Yun Jiujiu coming towards her at all. They collided head-on, and both fell on their asses.

Feng Yu Die rubbed her buttocks, looked up, and saw a little girl with golden hair in a bun. She was stunned for a moment. Ye Anping had told her before that golden hair was a characteristic of the Yun family's descendants.

Just as she was about to ask Ye Anping with her eyes, she turned around and found that Ye Anping, who was walking beside her just now, had disappeared.

"Eh?"

Where was Young Master Ye? He was clearly there when she spoke the last sentence.

She hesitated but then immediately realized that since Ye Anping had slipped away, it meant that the person she bumped into now was Yun Jiujiu.

Feng Yu Die stood up hastily and walked over to help her up with a smile on her face. At the same time, she looked her up and down, feeling a little puzzled by Ye Anping's comment that Yun Jiujiu didn't have a woman's flavor.

In her opinion, although Yun Jiujiu was a bit short and flat-chested, she was still quite cute. Her features were delicate and exquisite -- round face, peach blossom eyes...

"Hey -- girl, are you alright?"

Yun Jiujiu drunkenly held her head and shook it. She looked up at Feng Yu Die with slightly narrowed eyes, then gave her a disdainful look before asking, "Why are you acting like a little sissy?"

?

 "Eh?" Feng Yu Die frowned, dumbfounded. "What?"

"Are you deaf?" Yun Jiujiu ignored her hand and stood up. "What a sissy, tsk..."

As she spoke, she walked around Feng Yu Die and, lifting the wine gourd she held, took a sip and staggered away.

Feng Yu Die was stunned for a long time before coming back to her senses. Suddenly, she understood what it meant to lack femininity.

This girl was so annoying!

This was the first time in her life that she met such an annoying girl. Not to mention that she smelled of alcohol, but also, other than having a nice-looking face, she was not even remotely comparable to Sister Pei.

But then again, did Young Master Ye feel she was the same?

She couldn't be more different from this annoying girl!

Feng Yu Die frowned, and thinking that she had to attract her attention anyway, she put her hands on her hips and shouted. "Hey, shorty, who are you calling a sissy?!"

As soon as these words were out, the originally bustling street instantly froze. Everyone looked in her direction, and some of the passers-by, including several Moon Shadow Sword Sect disciples in golden uniforms, turned pale with fear.

Thump--

Yun Jiujiu staggered, stomping on the ground. Then, she slumped down and turned her head to look over. "What did you call me, little sissy?"

Feng Yu Die crossed her arms, raised her head, and repeated herself. "Shor..."

Boom--

Yun Jiujiu's figure instantly rose, and her small fist was already five inches away from Feng Yu Die's nose before she could finish the word "shorty".

Feng Yu Die was so angry that she could not think of anything else to say, but she didn't expect that she would take action directly.

However, she immediately reacted and raised her right hand in a knife-hand position, ready to intercept Yun Jiujiu's punch halfway.

But when the knife-hand landed on Yun Jiujiu's arm, she found that her little fist was so stable that it almost didn't deviate from its path.

?! Physical cultivation?

Feng Yu Die was slightly surprised, but it wasn't much of a problem. She had even taken punches from Core Formation cultivators before, and Yun Jiujiu was only at the late stage of the Foundation Building.

As the fist was about to hit her nose, she quickly turned her head and dodged, then used Yun Jiujiu's momentum, grabbed her wrist, and performed an over-the-shoulder throw.

Boom--

Yun Jiujiu flew in the air with a flip, landing heavily on a stone brick and leaving a deep dent.

She looked in disbelief at the "sissy" who had grabbed her right hand. He was obviously a level lower than her but dared to insult her, not to mention he dared to fight back?!

And it was really not easy to throw her away like that.

Feng Yu Die smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"Hmph!"

Yun Jiujiu exerted force on her waist and abdomen, stood up with a flip, and slammed her knee toward Feng Yu Die's forehead. Although she forced Feng Yu Die to back off and free her hand, she still failed to touch her at all.

She stood up and faced Feng Yu Die, who was pushed three feet away.

"You..."

At this time, three Sword Sect disciples wearing the sect's golden uniforms rushed out from the crowd. "Second Miss!"

"Stay back!!" Yun Jiujiu glared at them and continued, "If any of you dare to help me, I will break your legs!!"

"Ah..."

The few disciples looked at each other in fear before they retreated back into the crowd.

Yun Jiujiu wiped the tip of her small nose with her thumb and asked, "What's your name?"

"Feng Yu."

"Well, I am proud to say I am Yun Jiujiu, the Second Lady of the Moon Shadow Sword Sect." Yun Jiujiu puffed up her chest proudly. "Whoever loses the fistfight should apologize. What do you think?"

"Can I use a sword? I'm not a Physical cultivator."

"I'm not a Physical cultivator either."

"Oh, okay, come on then."

"Hmph!"

Boom!

The stone bricks were crushed to pieces under Yun Jiujiu's feet, and each step she took was so powerful that the bricks flew away. She seemed to want to trample the mountain where the Wine Spring Town was located as she charged toward Feng Yu again.

...

Boom--- bang bang---

Following the collision between their fists, the street soon became a mess. Broken wooden stalls were scattered everywhere, and the stone tiles on the ground were turned to rubble.

Ye Anping mingled with the onlookers at the scene and was now hiding in a nearby teahouse, watching the fight between the two.

As the fight became more and more fierce, his frown also became more and more severe.

Ye Anping had thought of this situation, but the last thing he wanted was for Feng Yu Die to make friends with Yun Jiujiu over a fistfight.

Especially since Feng Yu Die seemed to be winning.

This kind of behavior, indeed, could arouse Yun Jiujiu's interest in her, but the resulting problems also gave him some trouble.

Yun Jiujiu absolutely despised effeminate men and weak girls. Her creed was: Everything is settled with fists, and whoever is the strongest fighter is right.

But if an effeminate man or a weak girl defeated her, then she would consider that person to be in the right.

In the game, if the players chose her path, they would encounter this plot.

--After the player whom she would call "little sissy" defeated her several times in tournaments, she would write a love letter that looked rather threatening, in handwriting like ants crawling, and send it over in a dainty manner.

Once this love letter event was triggered in the game, the end result would be Yun Jiujiu's death.

Now, if things went according to his plan, regardless of whether the love letter event happened or not, Yun Jiujiu could survive in the end, and he could get his reward from her as well.

However, Feng Yu Die might end up with one more little fangirl who wants to marry her in the future.

And here was the main problem: Yun Jiujiu would become Feng Yu Die's little fan and most likely be jealous of Feng Yu Die's love for his sister.

Based on Ye Anping's understanding of Yun Jiujiu's personality, if she got jealous, she would most likely directly come to confront his sister.

Could this happen? Ye Anping didn't know, but the headache was real.

However, he couldn't stop her now. After all, Feng Yu Die had safely arrived by Yun Jiujiu's side, and he had to go to Yun Yiyi's place.

He would think of something later.

Just as Ye Anping was about to leave, the winner between the two fighters on the street had already been decided...

"Hu-- hu-- hu--"

Feng Yu Die rode on Yun Jiujiu's back, breathing heavily.

She was now in a grappling technique, holding Yun Jiujiu's right hand and pressing her ankle against her calf on the ground. Although Yun Jiujiu's face turned red trying to break free, Feng Yu Die increased her strength.

"Do you admit defeat?"

"..."

Yun Jiujiu struggled on the ground for a while, but eventually relaxed and pouted, saying, "I give up. Stop it. My hand is about to break..."

"Hmph." Feng Yu Die breathed a sigh of relief and released her, standing up and wiping the sweat off her forehead. "Phew---"

At this time, the Moon Shadow Sword Sect disciples, who were waiting nearby, came over quickly.

"You brat, how dare you beat our..."

But before that disciple could finish speaking, Yun Jiujiu stood and went straight to him, pushing his chin up with a frown.

She said, "I taught you the rules. Sword Wine Peak disciples speak with their fists and strength! Don't fight like a fox pretending to be a tiger. He is trying to show off his power because of my identity. If you want to show off your power, go and defeat him."

The disciple looked fearful. He watched the whole fight between this man and Yun Jiujiu...

"Yes, yes..." He quickly nodded in agreement, and then Yun Jiujiu let go of his chin and turned to look at Feng Yu Die.

"Feng Yu, right?"

"Yep."

Yun Jiujiu glanced at her and blushed a little, then looked away, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly. "I'm sorry!!! I shouldn't have called you a sissy!!!"

Feng Yu Die flinched at this shout, then rubbed the back of her head and said with a sly smile, "Are you the Second Young Lady of the Moon Shadow Sword Sect?"

"Yes."

"Well then, how about you give me some spirit stones? It's better than an apology."

Yun Jiujiu was taken aback, then smiled lightly and cupped her hands. "Well, we got acquainted through fighting. Let's get to know each other again. Yun Jiujiu, you can call me Jiujiu."

"Feng Yu Die..." Feng Yu Die returned the greeting. "Ah, I mean, Feng Yu."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"So young? I'm sixty-four."

"Huh?" Feng Yu Die tilted her head. "You look eleven."

"I was born short, sorry." Yun Jiujiu rolled her eyes but then smiled with relief. "Then, I will call you Brother Yu from now on. Come, follow me to my place, and I'll treat you to a drink."

"...Do you have roasted chicken?"

"Roasted chicken? Of course there is! Roasted chicken, roasted goose, roasted fox, whatever you want to eat, I'll have the cook make it for you."

Yun Jiujiu laughed and then went to instruct the disciples of the Sword Wine Peak to fix compensation and repairs for the damages.

Feng Yu Die followed along and finally saw Ye Anping hiding in the crowd. Seeing him looking toward her, she winked at him, indicating that things were settled.

Ye Anping nodded back, conveying: 'See you in seven days'. Then, he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.