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

The night wind blew quickly, dispersing the drifting clouds and revealing the bright moon. The cold moonlight poured down like water, coating Xuantian Peak with a silver sheen. Chu Mo stood on his sword, his clothes fluttering as the jade pendant at his waist clashed with the sword tassel, making a crisp sound.

"Senior?" The little fox poked its head out from its sleeve, its fiery red fur glowing softly in the moonlight. "Where are we going?"

Chu Mo didn't answer immediately. His slender fingers gently stroked the blade of the Lonely Red Sword. The blade emitted a clear humming sound and drew a graceful golden arc in the air, turning towards a hidden mountain path on the flank of the main peak.

"This is..." The little fox's amber eyes flashed with a hint of doubt, "Isn't this the way to the main hall?"

"I'm afraid the main gate has already laid a tight net." Chu Mo sneered, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Chen Xuan's message must have arrived long ago."

The Lonely Sword carried the two of them quietly to a landing in the bamboo forest behind the mountain. It was a deep and quiet place, the dense bamboo forest rustling in the night breeze, cutting the moonlight into tiny specks of light, which sprinkled on the leaf-covered path. Chu Mo's boots stepped on the soft fallen leaves without making a sound.

The little fox transformed into a humanoid form and followed closely behind. Her bare feet tapped the ground, her four fox tails raised alertly, their tips gleaming with a faint golden light. Suddenly, the tips of her ears twitched slightly, and she grabbed Chu Mo's sleeve.

“Senior, there’s someone here.”

Chu Mo had already noticed this and, grabbing the fox's slender waist, he quickly disappeared into the shadows of the bamboo. A short while later, two disciples dressed in Xuantian Sect attire hurried past, carrying lanterns. The lanterns glowed an eerie green, illuminating their tense faces.

"Why did the master suddenly increase his vigilance?" the young disciple asked in a low voice.

The older disciple looked around nervously: "I heard that a spy from the demonic cultivator had sneaked in, and the master specifically ordered..."

The sound of their conversation faded away with the sound of footsteps. The little fox felt the arm around her waist suddenly tighten, and Chu Mo's body temperature came through her thin clothes, bringing a bit of chill.

"Senior..." She raised her head and saw Chu Mo's tense jawline.

"It's okay." Chu Mo let go of his hand, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had returned to calmness. "Let's go."

Passing through the winding bamboo forest path, the view suddenly opened up. An ancient courtyard stood quietly in the depths of the bamboo forest, its blue tiles and white walls gleaming coolly in the moonlight. The forbidden runes engraved on the courtyard gate glowed with a faint blue light, the most advanced protective formation of the Xuantian Sect.

Chu Mo paused before the courtyard gate. He had passed through this door countless times over the past seventeen years, but never before had he hesitated as much as he did today. He slowly raised his hand, and a unique wave of spiritual energy condensed from his fingertips—this was the gate-opening formula personally taught by his master, known only to the two of them.

The rune remained motionless.

The little fox keenly sensed the change in Chu Mo's aura: "Senior..."

"The restrictions have been changed." Chu Mo's voice was eerily calm, but a complex emotion swirled in his eyes. His slender fingers slowly closed, the knuckles turning white. "Master...as expected, he was prepared."

The night wind suddenly died, and the bamboo forest fell into an eerie silence. At that moment, the courtyard door silently opened, and a faint scent of sandalwood drifted out on the wind. An old and familiar voice came from the inner room, with an indescribable weariness:

"Since you are here, come in."

This voice struck Chu Mo's heart like a thunderbolt. Seventeen years of nurturing, five years of mentorship, countless days and nights spent in the quiet room listening to his teachings... all the memories came flooding back, leaving him unable to move.

The little fox gently held his cold hand: "Senior, I will accompany you."

Warmth came from the touching skin. Chu Mo took a deep breath and finally stepped into the courtyard.

The bluestone slabs in the courtyard were covered with bamboo leaves, making a crackling sound when stepped on. A dim light shone through the window lattices of the main house, casting a long shadow across the courtyard.

The shadow swayed slightly, and then there was the sound of a teacup tapping on the table.

"Mo'er," Gong Sheng's voice sounded again, this time with a sigh, "Master has been waiting for you for a long time."

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The bamboo leaves in the courtyard rustled, and Chu Mo's footsteps left shallow traces on the bluestone slabs.

He pushed open the carved wooden door of the quiet room, and the scent of sandalwood filled his face. The flickering candlelight inside illuminated a figure seated on a cushion.

"Master." Chu Mo bowed and saluted, his voice calm without a trace of emotion.

Gong Sheng slowly raised his head.

Under the candlelight, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. His gaze wandered over Chu Mo, finally resting on the steady fluctuations of his spiritual energy.

"Mo'er, your cultivation has...recovered?" Gong Sheng's voice was filled with just the right amount of surprise, and even tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. "I've been worried about you day and night, and now finally..."

"Thanks to Master." Chu Mo interrupted, a cold smile on his face. "If it weren't for Junior Brother Chen's 'careful care' in the secret realm, I wouldn't have recovered so quickly."

Gong Sheng's expression froze for a moment, then he regained his kindness: "Xuan'er is a quick-tempered child, but he has a good heart. You brothers..."

"Master!" Chu Mo suddenly raised his voice, a golden light flashing in his eyes, "Chen Xuan practiced magic and colluded with the devil in the secret realm to kill me. Do you know about this?"

The air in the room suddenly froze. The candle flame swayed violently, casting distorted shadows on the wall.

Gong Sheng's expression gradually turned cold.

He slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Mo'er, you must be tired after this ordeal. Go and rest first. We can talk about these things later."

"We must make it clear today." Chu Mo refused to give in. "Seventeen years ago, the Qingqiu Fox Clan was massacred. Was Master involved?"

"boom!"

The teacup slammed heavily onto the table, splashing tea everywhere.

Gong Sheng stood up suddenly, his wide Taoist robe fluttering in the wind. "Chu Mo! Is this how you talk to your master?"

The little fox took on human form behind Chu Mo, with its four fox tails spread out like a screen, staring at True Man Qingwei vigilantly.

"I just want the truth." Chu Mo's voice was soft, but every word was as sharp as a knife.

Gong Sheng's eyes gradually turned sinister. He suddenly smiled, and that smile made Chu Mo feel unfamiliar: "Mo'er, Mo'er, you really have grown up."

He walked forward slowly, his voice suddenly softening, "Since you have recovered your cultivation, why don't you continue to assist me? Xuantian Sect needs talents like you..."