The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Of course, she remembered that rainy night, the young man lying bloodied at the edge of the mountain protection formation, his pale face still stained with fresh blood. It was she who secretly modified the formation's trajectory, bringing this mortal of unknown origin into Xuantian Gate.

"I am the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou." Chen Xuan suddenly knelt on one knee, his dark robe spreading out like an inky lotus. "Three years ago, the Imperial Master of Northern Yan personally slaughtered my entire royal family, all because they had a Jindan-stage offering!" His bony hands tightly grasped the hem of Gong Xueying's skirt, his voice thick with deep hatred. "Xueying, every night when I close my eyes, I see my mother dying in my arms..."

Gong Xueying was shocked by the bloodshot in his eyes.

She recalled how, for the past six months, Chen Xuan had practiced swordplay alone in the back mountains at midnight, his shoulders covered in frost, never letting up. Once, she had secretly followed him and seen him smash his sword into the rocks, his knuckles cracking without him even noticing.

"Xuantian Sect rules..." Her voice became smaller and smaller.

"The sect rules say those with natural spiritual roots can make exceptions and enter the inner sect." Chen Xuan suddenly leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "As long as I can prove that I have the strength to fight against opponents of higher levels." He gently held Gong Xueying's trembling hand. "Xueying, can you bear to see me wait another four years?"

As the largest sect in the world of cultivation, Xuantian Sect holds a general election every five years. Only at this time are outer disciples eligible to be selected into the inner sect. Now, there are more than four years left before the general election.

Gong Xueying looked at his handsome face so close to her.

Over the past six months, it was this impoverished prince who had picked nine-leaf lotuses from the cliffs for her, and who had not hesitated to cut his wrists to feed her blood when she went insane while practicing martial arts.

One time she casually said that she liked listening to the flute. When she woke up the next day, she found a warm jade flute next to her pillow, with a small "Ying" character engraved on the end of the flute.

"Just... just this once." She finally grabbed the pill bottle with a trembling voice, but she didn't see the fleeting dark light in Chen Xuan's eyes. Outside the window, a crescent moon quietly disappeared into the clouds.

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"Chu Mo, thank you for your hard work this time."

Gong Sheng sat high in the main seat of the sect leader, looking gently at the young man in white who was with His Highness.

The evil cultivators have been rampant recently, causing chaos in secret several times. If Chu Mo had not personally taken action to suppress them, Xuantian Sect would have suffered heavy losses long ago.

His Highness stood tall and straight, dressed in spotless white. His face was as cold as frost and snow, with only a hint of fatigue between his brows. His complexion was slightly pale, clearly having been severely damaged by these fierce battles. However, even so, he remained upright, not even a moment's slackness.

"I have accomplished my mission." Chu Mo bowed slightly, his voice low and respectful, "However, for the next few days, I would like to go into seclusion to regulate my breathing. I would like to ask for Master's permission."

"It's time to rest up." Gong Sheng nodded, a hint of concern in his eyes. But then, as if remembering something, he frowned slightly, and said with a hint of resignation, "But before you retreat, I have one favor to ask of you."

Chu Mo raised his eyes, his expression still calm: "Master, your words are sincere. If you have any instructions, I will do them without hesitation."

Gong Sheng sighed, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, as if having a headache. "That girl Xueying has been obsessed with something lately, and has become very close to an outer sect disciple. Today, she even came to me directly, saying that the disciple is extremely talented and wanted him to participate in the inner sect entrance examination."

He shook his head, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. "What extraordinary talent could a mere outer sect disciple possess? He's just relying on some sweet talk to trick Xueying into a frenzy."

Chu Mo's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't respond.

Gong Sheng continued, "Master wants you to have a duel with that brat before you go into seclusion. Defeat him with one move, so that Xueying can see his true face and avoid being deceived in the future."

Chu Mo was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Disciple obeys your command."

Gong Sheng nodded with satisfaction, and his tone softened: "Your injuries haven't healed yet, so don't take it too seriously. Just stop there."

Chu Mo bowed again: "Disciple understands."

Outside the hall, a gentle breeze blew by, picking up a few fallen leaves. Chu Mo turned and left, his white robe fluttering, his back aloof and cold.

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"Father, are you serious? Did the eldest brother really agree?"

Gong Xueying's eyes lit up, her cheeks flushed slightly with excitement, and her slender fingers twisted her sleeves unconsciously.

She looked up at her father, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, like a little fox who finally got her favorite candy.

Gong Sheng looked at his daughter like this, feeling helpless and annoyed.

He deliberately put on a stern face and said in a deep voice, "Since I've promised you, I won't break my promise. But—" He deliberately dragged out his words, staring at his daughter with sharp eyes, "We have an agreement. If that boy loses, you will stay away from him from now on and you are not allowed to have any contact with him again."

Gong Xueying curled her lips and muttered softly: "Chen Xuan will never lose..."

"You!" Gong Sheng slammed the table, and a fine crack appeared on the fine rosewood.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said earnestly: "Ying'er, you are really confused! Your eldest brother comes from a family of immortal cultivators, is extremely talented, and has already formed a golden core at a young age. Your father wanted to arrange a marriage for you two, but you insisted on marrying an outer disciple of unknown origin..."

He suddenly stopped talking midway, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.

A brief silence fell in the hall. Gong Sheng's features flickered in the flickering candlelight. He slowly stroked the jade ring on his thumb, crafted from the thousand-year-old cold jade presented by the Chu family last year.

"Big Brother, Big Brother, Father, you only know Big Brother. How could you possibly have considered my feelings? Big Brother is so talented, he's just a block of ice. I don't want to spend my whole life with someone like that!"

Gong Xueying looked at her father's angry face and felt bitter in her heart.

How could she not know how outstanding Senior Brother Chu Mo was? That figure in white clothes as white as snow was once an existence that many female disciples of Xuantian Sect dared not even dream of.

She remembered that when she first met the eldest senior brother, she was also attracted by his extraordinary temperament.

When Chu Mo was practicing sword, he looked like a banished immortal, and each of his moves was filled with a heart-stirring rhythm.

At that time, she often hid in the corner of the martial arts training ground, secretly looking at the cold figure, and even breathed carefully, for fear of disturbing this beauty.