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

During the Cold Dew season, the maple leaves on Xuantian Peak are dyed blood red.

Chu Mo stood on the bluestone platform in front of his cave, his thin white undershirt rustling in the mountain breeze. The cave, once brimming with spiritual energy, was now deserted. Even the century-old peach tree at the entrance seemed withered, with only a few shriveled peaches hanging from its branches.

It's been three months.

Since that competition, no one has set foot in this cave on Lonely Cloud Peak for three whole months.

Chu Mo looked down at his right wrist. The hideous scar was still bluish-purple, like a poisonous snake coiled on his meridians.

His cultivation had fallen from the middle stage of the Golden Core to the early stage of the Foundation Establishment, and it was still declining. The most terrifying thing was that the sword bones he was so proud of were gradually breaking apart - a torture more painful than losing all his cultivation.

The sound of stringed instruments came from the foot of the mountain, and the main hall of Xuantian Peak could be vaguely seen decorated with lights and colorful lanterns.

Today is Chen Xuan's apprenticeship ceremony. At the repeated requests of his daughter Gong Xueying, the head of the sect, Gong Sheng, made an exception and accepted this outer disciple as his last disciple.

"Have you heard? The Sect Master has passed on the 'Xuantian Sword Canon' to Senior Brother Chen."

"That's nothing. We even gave him Chu Mo's original cave."

"Shh, keep your voice down..."

Two errand disciples were passing by the mountain path holding gifts. When they saw Chu Mo, they fell silent in a hurry and quickened their pace to bypass Guoyun Peak.

Chu Mo has seen too much of that mixed look of pity and contempt in their eyes in the past three months.

He suddenly remembered the scene of this cave being crowded with people on his birthday last year.

Those gifts piled up like mountains and those fawning smiles, how ironic it seems now.

"Cough cough..." A violent cough suddenly came, and black blood seeped out from between Chu Mo's fingers as he covered his mouth.

The toxicity of the Soul-Eroding Powder was far beyond expectations, and even the treasured "Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill" could only temporarily slow the spread of the poison.

He spread out his blood-stained white sleeves, and the blood plum blossoms blooming on them were dazzlingly bright.

"clang--"

The bronze bell on the main peak rang seven times, and the deep sound of the bell made the fallen leaves on the Solitary Cloud Peak rustle.

Chu Mo looked into the distance in the direction of Xuantian Palace. Even though he was dozens of miles away, he could imagine the grand scene in front of Xuantian Palace at this moment: Chen Xuan must be wearing that ink-black robe embroidered with gold thread, performing the ritual of three kneelings and nine kowtows under the watchful eyes of the crowd; Gong Xueying might be standing next to the headmaster, but no one knew her vicious heart.

As dusk deepened, Chu Mo turned around and caught a glimpse of himself in the bronze mirror: his once inky black hair was now streaked with silver frost, and two dim stars were embedded in his deep eye sockets.

The most terrifying thing is that the blue-black poisonous lines on the heart have formed into a spider web shape, slowly and steadily spreading to the limbs and bones.

The mountain wind blew maple leaves across the stone platform. A red leaf was stuck on his blood-stained clothes, like a flame that refused to go out.

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As dusk fell, a fiery red figure appeared and disappeared among the vast mountains.

The little fox had gently climbed over seven steep mountains. The sharp gravel scratched its snow-white paw pads, leaving tiny wounds. Every step it took left a faint trace of blood on the dead leaves.

It remembered its mother's parting words: "Go find the man in white... He's my friend... He'll help you."

At this moment, it was squatting on a blue stone, staring at the man in white on the cliff with its amber eyes without blinking.

At this moment, it was squatting on a moss-covered rock, its fluffy tail sweeping restlessly.

The figure of the white-robed monk on the cliff looked particularly thin in the twilight. The mountain wind lifted his wide sleeves, as if to blow him away in the blood-red maple forest.

Although the man's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, his handsome outline reminded it of the painting "The Exiled Immortal" that was treasured in its mother's cave - the person in the painting always stood lonely on the top of the mountain.

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"Squeak!" Wenrou excitedly swung her big fluffy tail, and jumped off the bluestone with a kick of her hind legs.

It deliberately chose the reddest maple leaf and held it in its mouth. This is the fox clan's way of showing friendliness.

The white-robed monk turned his head at the sound. His dark eyes were bottomless, as if they could see through the deepest secrets of a person's heart. Wenrou's ears twitched at the sight of his gaze, and the maple leaf in her mouth fluttered to the ground.

It was so anxious that it turned around several times on the spot. Suddenly, it remembered the transformation technique its mother had taught it. It took a deep breath and turned into a little girl of seven or eight years old with a "bang".

"Hello, Immortal!" The clear child's voice echoed in the valley.

The little fox saluted awkwardly, its furry ears sticking out from its long, fiery red hair, its tail twitching nervously. "My name is Wenrou. My mother said...that those who wear white are good people..."

Chu Mo looked at the fox demon cub that suddenly appeared, and his right hand instinctively pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

But when he saw the little girl's red, frozen bare feet and the half-broken jade pendant hanging around her waist - it was clearly the token he gave to the Qingqiu Fox Clan five years ago.

"Your mother..." Chu Mo began to speak, but a violent cough interrupted him. Dark red blood oozed out from between his fingers, dripping onto the withered yellow leaves, making a slight "tapping" sound.

The little fox was so frightened that it quickly changed back to its original form, with its fiery red hair standing up.

Wenrou curled up into a ball of fur, but still took a few steps forward tremblingly.

It was too familiar with this scene - three months ago, when its mother was poisoned, she was coughing up blood in the same way, and it was standing by her side, feeling both scared and distressed.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" It suddenly bit the corner of Chu Mo's clothes and desperately dragged him down the mountain. Tears welled up in its round eyes.

There is a red fruit hidden at the foot of the mountain, which is a magical medicine that can temporarily relieve the poison.

Chu Mo looked at the little fox's anxious expression, and the ice in his heart quietly melted. In this huge Xuantian Sect, the only one who was worried about him now was this little fox he had never met.

As dusk deepened, the first star in the sky quietly lit up. Chu Mo finally bent down and gently picked up the furry little guy.

The little fox immediately buried its head in his blood-stained clothes. The warm fur against his heart caused a ripple in his long-frozen heart.