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

Chu Mo knelt on one knee, blood gushing out of the wound on his right wrist, forming a glaring pool of blood on the bluestone ground.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the breathing of thousands of disciples in the training ground could be clearly heard.

Chu Mo's vision was a little blurry, but countless fragments of memory flashed back in his mind with unusual clarity:

Yesterday, Gong Xueying personally served the cup of "calming tea", which had a hint of bitterness in its aroma.

The other person held the celadon teacup, her fingertips trembling slightly. At the time, he thought she was just nervous, but he didn't expect...

And just now, the fleeting glint of pride in Chen Xuan's eyes...

"So that's how it is." Chu Mo curled up his lips in a self-deprecating sneer, blood dripping down his jaw, blooming into blood flowers on the bluestone slabs.

The deathly silence in the audience lasted for three breaths, and then a deafening uproar broke out.

"Chu... Senior Brother Chu was defeated?" The folding fan in the hand of an inner sect disciple fell to the ground with a "clack".

“How is this possible!” The female disciples covered their mouths and exclaimed, some of them even had tears in their eyes.

But this shock was quickly drowned out by another voice.

"Oh, what a genius, nothing more than that." Zhao Ming, who used to follow Chu Mo and flatter him all day long, suddenly sneered loudly, his voice so sharp that it was piercing.

He deliberately squeezed to the front of the crowd so that everyone could hear his voice: "I've long seen that his battle records are fake! In the competition with Qingyun Sect last month, they must have let him win!"

"That's right," someone immediately echoed, "You can't even beat an outer disciple, and you still have the nerve to be the eldest brother?"

"Perhaps the previous achievements were due to the favoritism of the leader..."

The discussion came from all directions like poisonous snakes.

Those once admiring gazes now turned into contemptuous scrutiny. Even more chilling was the fact that no one stepped forward to help him—even his closest junior and senior brothers and sisters avoided his gaze, fearing they would be implicated.

Chu Mo slowly stood up, his blood-stained white clothes fluttering in the wind.

He looked around, taking in every face, whether sarcastic or gloating, and engraved it in his mind.

Finally, his eyes fell on Gong Xueying.

The girl's face was already covered in tears, her delicate makeup blurred by the tears. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Chen Xuan's gaze pinned her in place.

In those eyes that were once filled with admiration, there was now only endless guilt and fear.

Chu Mo suddenly smiled.

This smile made everyone present feel an inexplicable chill.

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"The winner has been decided!" Gong Sheng's resonant voice echoed throughout the martial arts arena. He slowly walked onto the stage, his wide sleeves rustling in the wind. "I hereby declare that Chen Xuan has been officially promoted to an inner sect disciple. From now on, he may enter the Sutra Library to study the first volume of the Xuantian Sword Art."

There was an uproar in the audience.

An unconcealable ecstasy appeared on Chen Xuan's face. He knelt on one knee and clasped his fists: "Disciple thanks the Master for his cultivation!" When he stood up, he glanced provocatively at Chu Mo who staggered to his feet, and a smug arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Gong Sheng nodded with satisfaction, but when he turned to Chu Mo, he put on a regretful expression: "Mo'er, victory and defeat are common, so take good care of your injuries." As he said that, he reached out to support him.

Chu Mo took a half step back without leaving a trace, and bowed with great pain, "Thank you for your concern, Master."

His voice was eerily calm, and only his clenched left fist betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

As he turned and left, his blood-stained white clothes fluttered in the wind, and his back remained as straight as a pine tree.

As the last disciple left the arena, the gentle smile on Gong Sheng's face instantly vanished. With a flick of his sleeve, a soundproof barrier silently unfolded, enveloping his daughter, Gong Xueying.

"Follow me." These three short words made Gong Xueying feel like she was falling into an icy cave.

The stone door of the secret room slammed shut behind her. Before Gong Xueying could even open her mouth, a powerful pressure from a Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator came over her like a mountain falling down on her head.

"Kneel down!"

Gong Xueying's knees slammed uncontrollably onto the ground paved with thousand-year-old cold jade, and the biting coldness ran straight through her knees into her heart.

She looked up at her father, and his usually kind face was now cold as ice.

"Father...Father..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's.

Gong Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at his daughter condescendingly: "Do you think your father doesn't know that you poisoned Chu Mo's tea? If your father hadn't secretly delayed the effect of the poison mixed with the Soul-Eroding Powder for half an hour..."

"You...you know everything?" Gong Xueying's pupils suddenly shrank, and her slender fingers unconsciously tightened the hem of her skirt.

"Stupid!" Gong Sheng suddenly flew into a rage, smashing the black iron table beside him with one palm. The flying fragments slashed Gong Xueying's cheek, leaving a small bloody mark.

Looking at his daughter's frightened expression, Gong Sheng sighed and his tone suddenly softened: "Forget it, since you don't like Chu Mo, keeping him will only be an obstacle."

Gong Xueying looked up suddenly, her eyes full of disbelief: "Father means..."

Gong Sheng walked to the window, the moonlight gilding him with a cold silver edge. "The Chu family owns three high-grade spiritual veins in the Qingming Mountains, yet they are only willing to give the sect one low-grade one." As he turned, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "That Chu Mo, relying on his extraordinary talent, has no respect for his elders in the sect, and has even ignored his father's hints."

"But...but father, Senior Brother Chu..."

"Shut up!" Gong Sheng suddenly leaned over and pinched his daughter's chin with such force that she cried out in pain. "Since he can't be used by me and he disgusts you, it's better to get rid of him now."

Gong Xueying trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had never seen her father so terrifying.

Gong Sheng released his hand and pulled out a white jade bottle from his sleeve. "Don't worry, your father has ordered someone to add some special medicine to his healing medicine." He stroked the bottle and sneered, "Within three months, his meridians will be completely broken and he will die. No one will be able to find out the cause."

"Then... Chen Xuan..."

"He's just a chess piece in my father's hands." Gong Sheng waved his hand contemptuously, "Let me see what he's capable of first. If..., he will naturally follow in Chu Mo's footsteps."

Gong Xueying slumped on the ground, watching her father's departing back, and for the first time felt a deep fear.

In the shadow of the secret room, she hugged her knees and sobbed silently.