After being reborn as an ugly cannon fodder, my appearance stats are off the charts!

Everything before my eyes was a bloody mess.

In a daze, Yan An was lifted up by a hand.

That hand was pale and slender, yet possessed godlike power.

The owner of the hand was a tall man with a sickly pale complexion and a handsome face that was almost devilishly charming.

He pushed aside Yan An and took a look, his voice full of amusement, "Indeed, he is a eunuch."

He loosened his grip, and Yan'an fell from mid-air, his small, three-year-old body crashing onto the bluestone ground.

"Wu Xiang," the man said, uttering a name.

The young man named Wuxiang immediately stepped forward respectfully.

Wu Xiang took out a bottle from his pocket, opened it, and a venomous insect, about the length of an adult's palm, crawled out.

The venomous insect crawled onto Yan An's body, about to extend its venomous mandibles to attack, when it suddenly paused. It seemed to sense something that made the insect feel comfortable, and it stopped moving, lying motionless on Yan An's body.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, this child has indeed inherited the Beast Taming Sect's Beast-Bearing Physique," Wu Xiang said respectfully.

Yan An was still in a daze when his small hand touched the blood flowing from the body of the dead man in the courtyard.

These deceased people were his parents and steward who cared for him in this life, his young disciples who accompanied him, and his household servants.

This is a martial arts world.

He knew this a few months after he was born.

Because I saw with my own eyes someone using light-footed skills to step onto the wall several meters high in the blink of an eye, and I also saw someone gracefully flying down from the eaves.

But he couldn't even imagine the extent of the martial arts skills available here—until the appearance of the murderer who had almost wiped out his entire family.

He lay on the ground, only able to see the killer's white clothes.

The white robes didn't make the killer appear ethereal or otherworldly; instead, they conveyed a chilling, piercing coldness that sent shivers down one's spine, as if facing not a human, but a demon, a natural disaster, or hell itself.

………………

In this life, Yan An is called Chu Chen An. His appearance has also been automatically boosted. He was born with 12 points in appearance, and now at the age of three, it has increased to 30 points.

His beginnings were still ugly, but his father in this world wasn't good-looking either, and his older brother, who was a few years older than him, could only be described as having regular features. His mother didn't care about these things either, and the whole family easily accepted the fact that he was an ugly baby.

When he discovered that he had been reborn into a new world, he realized that he could probably live like this forever.

Perhaps as a side effect of time travel, he seemed to have lost some of his feelings for the previous world, and his memories of certain knowledge were also blurred.

In this life, Yan An is a congenital eunuch, but his parents say that this is the result of him completely inheriting the beastly physique of the Chu family.

Unlike his father and elder brother Chu Chenhuan, who only inherited a small portion of his genes, he will inherit the family line. Therefore, the family's future depends on his elder brother's continuation, but he will be the head of the family. The family's strength depends on how much he can grow.

In the Beast Taming Sect, the stronger the parent beast's physique, the easier it is to summon, tame, and control birds and beasts.

This should have been an ordinary summer night.

Before the murderer arrived, the Chu family had just finished their dinner and went to a hidden place to retrieve a small note that Tianji Pavilion had placed there in advance.

They spoke in hushed tones about the current chaos in the world, the decline of the imperial court, the dominance of three powerful factions in the martial arts world, and the darkness of the times.

Small sects like the Beast Taming Sect are like a lone boat in a raging sea, easily capsizing. They need to rely on the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's intelligence network, which spreads throughout the world, to obtain information—especially the movements of the three unspeakable families, so they can avoid them. If they can't avoid them, they should try to win them over.

Yan An harbored a deep-seated worry.

After all, he was reborn as cannon fodder in his previous life, so it's hard to say what kind of predetermined "fate" his identity will have in this life, especially since this world is a dangerous martial arts world.

In his previous life, he was only three years old when he accidentally met the female lead, An Yuqing, which triggered the cannon fodder plot.

In this life, I'll probably only find out about my future by meeting the protagonist...

But who knows who the protagonist of this world is, or when they will appear?

"Father, which three families are those?" Yan'an asked, sitting in his mother's lap.

Chu's father did not dismiss him casually because of his young age. Instead, he told him, as well as the disciples of the Beast Taming Sect present, about the situation of the three families.

Thirty years ago, three people emerged almost simultaneously, making a name for themselves in the martial arts world and subsequently establishing their own forces.

For some reason, their martial arts skills were so powerful that they seemed to have been passed down from celestial beings, completely overwhelming the martial arts world at the time.

This crushing dominance has continued from then until now.

"Xie Shihong of Zhaoyue Manor called himself the leader of the martial arts alliance. After a martial arts tournament, all the other righteous martial arts practitioners bowed down and submitted to him."

"Zhongli Jun of Moling City is elusive and unpredictable..."

"E Feng, the Old Demon E of the Hidden Demon Sect of Shenwu Mountain, is so powerful that no one dares to stand and look him in the eye..."

Father Chu drank another cup of wine and continued, "The people of Zhaoyue Manor wear red outfits, the people of Moling City wear black, and as for the Hidden Demon Sect, they prefer to wear white... Originally, it was a matter of superiors setting an example for subordinates, but now, those who are not members of their sect dare not wear red, black, or white... When you travel outside, you must remember to be careful in your words and actions if you encounter anyone who resembles one of these three families..."

One of the disciples, curious about the small note from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion in Chu's father's hand, asked, "Master, what does this intelligence say?"

Father Chu shook his head and sighed, "These three are already the best in the world, and they still want to compete with each other to see who is better."

"The three of them have fought many times, and it seems they've always ended in a draw."

"Now, it is said that they have made an agreement that the three of them will each take on disciples, and twenty-two years later, their disciples will engage in a life-or-death battle. Only if one of their disciples kills the other two will they be considered the victor; otherwise, it will be a draw."

"Zhaoyue Manor is at least a beast in human skin, Moling City is neither human nor ghost, and the Hidden Demon Sect is a true gathering place of evil spirits... You might be lucky enough to survive if you run into the first two, but the latter is..."

The words were still on Chu's lips when he suddenly lost all color in his face.

His flesh was visibly shrunken and withered, and he died silently in the blink of an eye.

Only then did everyone realize that the night sky above them had somehow turned into a void of bright blue chaos.

Yan An stared blankly at the chaotic scene.

A pale, clean hand landed on her mother's head, and she immediately followed in her father's footsteps.

The hand swept forward as if brushing away dust.

Before the others in the courtyard could react, their limbs were already flying everywhere, flesh and blood were ripped apart, leaving only a scene of devastation.

………………

Wu Xiang picked up Yan An and walked out.

Yan An, however, kept his eyes fixed on the man still standing in the courtyard, the murderer.

The voice of Chu's father still seemed to echo in his ears: the Hidden Demon Sect, who liked to wear white, whose leader was E Feng, the Old Demon E...

E Feng, that's him!

"Efeng..." Yan An called out the name subconsciously.

Wu Xiang paused, immediately covered Yan An's mouth with one hand, and knelt on the ground.

Wu Xiang did not raise his head.

But then they heard music played on leaves.

He waited a while longer, and seeing that the music continued, he realized that E Feng didn't care about the young punk's transgression today, so he silently got up and retreated with very light steps.

Only after retreating far enough did Wuxiang look down at Yan An, whose face was almost turning blue from being covered by his hand.

Wu Xiang is E Feng's subordinate, a member of the Hidden Demon Sect, and also dressed in white.

His handsome face stared down at Yan An with a gloomy expression.

Yan An was still coughing when he felt himself being grabbed by the neck and lifted up.

Yan An struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Just when he was about to suffocate again, Wuxiang finally let go of his hand.

A smile appeared on his face again, and he said in a slightly playful tone, "Kid, if you're looking to die, don't drag me into it, really."

Yan An coughed up tears.

But what she was thinking about was her older brother, Chu Chenhuan.

During this time, seven-year-old Chu Chenhuan threw a tantrum at his parents because he wanted to become an apprentice to a reclusive master from Tianshan Mountain who didn't exist in reality, and ran away to his grandfather's place.

Before leaving, Chu Chenhuan was reluctant to part with his younger brother and wanted to take Chu Chen'an with him, although he was unsuccessful...

Who could have predicted that Chu Chenhuan would escape unscathed because of this?

Yan An hoped he could live a good life, but she didn't know if the Hidden Demon Church would give up so easily...

Seemingly annoyed by his continued struggle, Yan An felt Wu Xiang flick his fingers, and his consciousness gradually became hazy.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard Wuxiang's mocking voice.

The voice faded into the distance, as if it came from the heavens, "Little brat, if you can survive to the end, you might have a chance to become the Young Demon Lord..."