Reborn As A Villainous Cannon Fodder

Chapter 467: Ch 467 – He’s Always More Twisted Than You Can Imagine!

“Well, well, if it isn’t Brother Huai!”

“Last I saw you, you were the golden boy of the Liuli Sect, a true disciple living it up. How’d you end up face-down in the Illusion Realm after just a few days?”

When Ye Huai jolted awake from his pleasant dream, the first thing he saw was some young punk crouched against the wall, dripping with sarcasm.

Ye Huai tried to push himself up but felt his cheek burning hot. He braced his hand on the ground, then touched his face, and looked up at the kid with confusion clouding his eyes.

“I… what happened to me?”

He tried to remember, but his mind was blank.

His gaze fell on the guy who’d once sworn vengeance against him, the same bastard now smirking at his misery. But the kid just shrugged innocently.

“Don’t look at me. I didn’t touch you. When I got here, you were already out cold on the floor.”

“I remember… I was planning to…” Ye Huai pressed his palm to his forehead, struggling to piece things together.

This time, Xumo cut straight to the point:

“Three days ago, the Crimson Prince told you my story. That’s why you decided to follow Yino through the secret realm and expose his true nature.”

“…?!”

The sudden revelation made Ye Huai’s eyes go wide.

But what really shook him wasn’t what Xumo said, it was the memory of his master slapping him that night. Those memories hit harder than anything Xumo could know, snapping his mind into focus.

“Right… you’re not wrong…”

“If I had to guess, that swelling on your face? You got caught tailing Yino, started a fight, and he beat you unconscious.”

Xumo kept analyzing like he was solving a puzzle.

But Ye Huai frowned. “How do you know all this? Sure, I had my suspicions about Yino privately, but we got along fine on the surface. Why would he attack me? Besides, I’m Divine Transformation stage, how could some Nascent Soul punk knock me out and give me amnesia?”

“Maybe… maybe I ran into some danger in the realm and that’s what…”

Ye Huai trailed off, trying to convince himself.

Xumo almost laughed out loud.

Six months ago, he’d been just as naive.

But now he knew better. He’d felt that demon’s presence firsthand. Nobody had more psychological scars from Yino than Xumo.

These days, Xumo always assumed the worst about Yino. He’d learned the hard way that his sheltered upbringing had left his imagination woefully inadequate.

Reality was always worse. Even when Xumo pictured Yino’s most evil schemes, Yino somehow managed to be more twisted than he could fathom.

With a regretful shake of his head, Xumo sighed:

“You idiot. Even now, you’re still making excuses for him.”

He stood up from the wall and walked over to Ye Huai, nudging the floor with his toe to reveal battle scars carved into the stone.

“Take a good look. These are probably from your fight with Yino.”

“Oh, and here’s another thing…”

“Don’t you think it’s weird? Counting you, me, Yino, and Ruoning… this palace should only have four sets of footprints. But look around. There are way more tracks than that.”

As someone with extensive experience being persecuted, Xumo got more excited the more he analyzed these familiar battle marks.

He remembered his time in Azure Forest, the tree demon, the red fox, even that brain-dead little deer! Yino might look like he was alone, but he had plenty of accomplices hidden in the shadows.

“You mean… ugh…”

Hearing Xumo’s serious analysis, Ye Huai felt his head throb as strange memory fragments started surfacing.

Xumo looked at him clutching his skull and smiled knowingly.

“If I’m right, you’ve been brainwashed with some kind of illusion technique.”

“Brainwashed? By a Nascent Soul?” Ye Huai couldn’t believe it.

With all his training, he couldn’t even imagine how to brainwash someone with illusion techniques. It was beyond anything a Liuli Sect disciple of his level could comprehend.

“Hahaha…. You still think of him as human?!” Xumo said with a bitter laugh.

Truth was, he had no clue how brainwashing worked either. But evidence didn’t matter, Xumo was absolutely convinced that Yino had those kinds of methods.

Otherwise, how could Yuebai have returned from Azure Forest like a completely different person overnight? How could that ancient tree demon on the verge of demonic corruption have been tamed as Yino’s spirit pet? How could Xumo have witnessed Yino carving evil technique markings on Yuebai, with that Full Moon Sect witch Liuli sporting the same marks on her belly?

Maybe Xumo didn’t understand evil techniques, but he understood Yino’s evil methods perfectly. If her could brainwash and corrupt Elder Ye Chaerin someday, Xumo wouldn’t be surprised in the least.

“Brother, try to remember something.”

“Close your eyes. Picture a girl about five-foot-three, a fox demon with three red tails and pointed fox ears. She’s devastatingly beautiful and seductive… but most importantly, her eyes are mesmerizing.”

“Normally they’re crimson red, but sometimes her left eye shows deep black abyss markings.”

“Senior Brother, even if she seems like a stranger now, somewhere deep in your memory, you should still recognize her face.”

Crouched beside Ye Huai, Xumo painted the picture with growing emotion.

The more he spoke, the more Ye Huai’s head felt like it was splitting.

This struggle lasted about half an hour.

Finally, lightning seemed to strike Ye Huai’s mind. As the red fox girl’s image surfaced in his memory, more and more fragments broke free, playing like a slideshow in his head.

Head pounding, Ye Huai dropped to his knees and stared at the unruffled Xumo in disbelief:

“How… how do you know all this?”

“Because I was the victim before you. The Crimson Prince should have told you Yuebai’s story, right?”

“You mean… Qiu Yuebai?”

“That’s right. she isn’t human, she’s a nine-tailed fox demon. When I was ten, she took in this homeless orphan and raised me as her disciple. Master was good to me. She was truly the master I loved most… probably like your relationship with Ye Chaerin.”