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

A wisp of smoke rose from the gilded incense burner.

The smoke dissipated, spreading and wandering around, passing through the layers of gauze hanging from the coffered ceiling.

These gauze curtains, a faded red, floated in mid-air, turning the dim sunlight filtering through the carved wooden windows into a warm red hue.

In a state between sleep and wakefulness, Yan An's consciousness was hazy and confused. She even forgot herself and was naturally unable to think. She simply leaned against the bed, her eyes half-open in a daze.

He saw a young man sitting opposite him.

The young man was saying something to himself.

As he spoke, the young man gazed at him, his infatuation growing stronger, his face gradually becoming blank, his mouth agape in silence.

The man in red beside him chuckled softly, "Qin Jing... your disciple... does he have a death wish?"

An elderly man with white hair came out, bowed deeply to the man in red, said something, and then quickly straightened up and slapped the young man.

Another slap.

The young man came to his senses, covered his face, and stepped aside, giving his seat to the old man.

The old man then looked at him, speaking to him as his pupils gradually turned into a grayish-white vortex.

A voice then rang in his ears.

"At this moment... when you fall into a deep sleep... you will forget the past... sleep for a moment, forget a month... sleep for a day, forget a year..."

...............

Yan An opened his eyes.

For a moment, I lost track of time.

But soon he remembered that it was time to pass through Yangcheng on his way to Ruiyun City to attend the Lingchun Banquet.

At this moment, the convoy has probably already entered Yangcheng.

But... wait, where am I?

He sat up and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"You're awake." A voice said, passing through layers of veils and arriving at the bedside where Yan An was.

This was an unfamiliar man in red, with delicate features, a tall and imposing figure, and an aura as deep as an abyss.

"Who are you?"

The man in red replied, "I am Xie Shihong."

Yan An was startled.

This name...

He immediately tried to stand up and bow to Master Hong, saying, "Junior..."

Xie Shihong's hand had already landed on his shoulder, stopping him. "There's no need to call me junior. I feel an instant connection with you, and we can be equals. Just call me Xie Shihong."

"By the way, there's something I need to tell you," Xie Shihong said gently. "You've lost your memory."

What I've lost are memories from the last year or two.

……

Two days have passed since I learned that I have amnesia.

Xie Shihong said that Yan An's amnesia was caused by an accidental injury, and then briefly recounted his experiences over the past year or two. He told Yan An not to worry about anything, but to settle down here and take good care of his health.

After that, Xie Shihong took Yan An out of the mansion.

This is Ruiyun City.

An extremely beautiful town.

Yan An gazed at Luofeng Mountain in the city center and the Lanyue Pavilion with its carved beams and painted rafters, trying to recall the time he had attended the Lingchun Banquet on that mountain.

Unfortunately, nothing was gained.

A flock of birds flew by, flapping their wings.

Yan An gazed at the birds, his eyes flickering slightly.

Suddenly realizing something, he mentally opened the panel in the void.

[The cannon fodder storyline has been recorded and can be viewed at any time.]

really!

He's probably already met the main character!

After flipping through his own cannon fodder storyline, Yan An carefully read through its contents, and his attention quickly shifted to the male protagonist of the world mentioned in the story.

Han Tianshuo?

According to Xie Shihong, he and Han Tianshuo had only met a few times.

I wonder where this male protagonist is now.

Yan An was very interested in the male protagonist's adventures after falling off a cliff in the story.

However, Xie Shihong clearly did not want to talk about Han Tianshuo, so Yan An did not ask any further questions. At least on the surface, he was seriously trying to calm down and recuperate.

During this period, it is natural to observe the surrounding situation.

Yan An quickly noticed something strange.

The people in this household were inexplicably respectful to him. They wouldn't look up at him, but they would tell him about Xie Shihong's whereabouts.

Furthermore, whether it's preparing food and clothing for him with utmost care, or fulfilling any of his requests, allowing him to roam freely anywhere in the mansion, even in the study and the storeroom... it gives the impression that he is being treated as the master of the mansion.

Speaking of which, Xie Shihong treated him very well, practically always responding to his every whim.

Yan An, however, did not feel flattered; on the contrary, he found it increasingly difficult to dispel his doubts.

I just keep trying to recall the lost parts of my memory.

……

Yanbo Pavilion at dawn.

White mist swirled around the pond, making the vermilion railings and painted beams appear dreamlike.

Yan An was dressed in a light purple gown, her long hair tied back with a jade hairpin, her figure indistinct in the mist, appearing exceptionally ethereal.

But even just seeing part of his back as he stood there was enough to evoke endless imagination and even feel breathtaking.

This is what Chang Cailan and You Yingming saw when they passed by.

Instantly, Chang Cailan guessed who this person was.

A surge of resentment rose in her chest, and she strode towards the Misty Waves Pavilion.

"So you're the Holy Son of the Hidden Demon Sect—no, I should say the Holy Daughter, right? Didn't you elope with my senior brother? Now my senior brother is missing, and we don't know what danger he's encountered, while you're still here, perfectly fine, and suddenly you're going to marry my master and become the mistress of the manor?! How utterly immoral and shameless! You're truly a heartless and ungrateful vixen!!"

You Yingming wanted to stop Chang Cailan—unlike Chang Cailan, he had witnessed his master's ruthlessness long ago and knew that Xie Shihong had no feelings for his disciples, so he dared not easily offend him—but when he heard Chang Cailan repeatedly mentioning "my senior brother" and speaking only for Han Tianshuo, he couldn't help but feel annoyed and didn't make a move for a moment.

Until the figure in purple turned around and looked at the two of them.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

But his soul was trembling wildly.

The two stared blankly at Yan An, as if struck by lightning, their heads buzzing, almost unable to breathe.

Yan An felt that this girl who suddenly appeared was hiding a lot of information in her words. Whether she eloped with her apprentice or married her master to become the mistress of the manor, he was completely confused.

How did he elope with someone? And when did he become the mistress of the manor?

And...why did the other party say he should be a saint?

Yan An frowned slightly as he looked at her.

The surrounding mist was damp, making his outline appear even more like that of frost and snow, so dreamlike and untouchable that it was hard to believe his existence was real... Yet, his eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of water, as if tears were about to fall at any moment.

"You...you..." Chang Cailan's body trembled slightly, overwhelmed by the extreme shock and indescribable excitement, which even reached the point of pain.

She suddenly stepped forward and gently grasped Yan An's hand. "I must be mistaken! You... Master forced you, didn't he?! You were forced, it's not your fault! It must be... it must be him, the master stole his disciple's wife! How could Master do this?! Master is worse than a beast..."

You Yingming finally managed to regain his senses, his heart filled with resentment. Why?! Why did Han Tianshuo always get the best of everything?! Such martial arts talent, and such a beloved person!

Yan An had a vague feeling that Chang Cailan seemed to have misunderstood something.

"I am a man," he suddenly said.

Chang Cailan froze on the spot once again.

Yan An is actually quite tall, but it's normal for some women to be exceptionally tall.

It was only then that Chang Cailan noticed the delicate Adam's apple on Yan An's neck and the flat chest beneath his clothes... She abruptly released her grip and took a few steps back.

Her face was already red, but now it burned even hotter.

When Chang Cailan first heard that her senior brother had fallen for someone, she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, so she refused to believe that the person was a man. In addition, the rumors about that holy son always involved his breathtaking beauty, and she knew that women could also dress as men...

Even though another voice in her head seemed to be reminding her that something was wrong after she saw Yan An, she still prejudicially assumed he was a woman.

Looking at him now, although the beauty of the person in front of me transcends gender, it is still immediately recognizable that he is a man.

Chang Cailan was both embarrassed and annoyed, yet she couldn't take her eyes off her.

Just being able to look at the other person makes me feel incredibly content.

"Han Tianshuo, he..."

Although Yan An has lost all memories related to Han Tianshuo, a quick look at the cannon fodder storyline reveals that Han Tianshuo was being hunted down by his fellow disciples, indicating that Han Tianshuo had a junior sister.

And this girl in front of me is now talking about my senior brother and my master at Xie Shihong's residence.

Obviously...

This elopement refers to his elopement with Han Tianshuo...

As it happens, Yan An was also very curious about the male lead, Han Tianshuo.

But as soon as he asked his question, a man in red appeared behind him.

The other person was so tall that he almost completely enveloped Yan An.

It is Xie Shihong.

After Chang Cailan and You Yingming exchanged greetings...

"Master..." Chang Cailan couldn't help but want to say something more, her gaze shifting back and forth between Yan An and Xie Shihong several times.

You Yingming interrupted her directly, saying, "Cai Lan, let's not disturb Master..."

Xie Shihong's eyes were extremely cold.

This was also the first time Chang Cailan realized that her master's gaze could be so terrifying, so terrifying that it felt like she and You Yingming would be beheaded in the next second.

The words that were already on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back in fear.

The two of them left.

Xie Shihong immediately resumed his gentle smile. He lowered his eyes to look at Yan An, one hand loosely around his waist, and said in a close, intimate voice, "Why are you curious about my second disciple? You've only met him twice... Could it be that you've lost your memory, yet still remember him?"

Yan An sensed a hint of danger, paused slightly, and then said, "I don't remember him. I was just curious because I heard rumors that I actually eloped with him."

Xie Shihong said calmly, "Rumors are just rumors and shouldn't be taken seriously."

A figure in white suddenly appeared not far away.

Xie Shihong looked at E Feng, and their gazes were filled with a cold and deep killing intent.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Yan An exclaimed in slight surprise, "Master!"

E Feng looked at Yan An, his gaze deep and unfathomable, unable to conceal his obsessive desire, burning and madness. "Holy Son, come to my side."

Yan An remained calm and walked forward.

He had to stop when a hand grabbed his shoulder.

Jie Shihong said solemnly, "I've heard that the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion has caused you quite a bit of trouble lately? These lice may not kill you, but if there are too many, you have to scratch them. E Feng, you go ahead and do your work. Only the Holy Son needs to rest and recuperate here with me."

Xie Shihong was clearly mocking E Feng, who was furious but did not make a move.

Sure enough, one Efeng is difficult to deal with, but two "Efeng" can keep each other in check.

Thinking of what Chang Cailan had said before about the mistress of the manor.

Yan An deliberately frowned and glanced at E Feng, but took a step back, obediently leaning against Xie Shihong.

E Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Dark clouds surged in his eyes.