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Chen An forced a malicious smile: "What, you know me?"

"I know him. He's Chen An from Mingsan Peak. I've heard of him before. He's a real green tea b*tch."

The sharp and sarcastic words matched the man's appearance perfectly: slanted eyes, a hooked nose, a small beak, and a gourd-shaped face.

As the original female lead, Qingyue was incredibly popular. This ugly man clearly came from a powerful and influential family. Upon hearing the words "green tea," Chen An immediately guessed who had spoken to him about it.

However, his opponent was at the mid-stage of Core Formation, and Chen An was no match for him.

She has never been a magnanimous person; just because she can't beat someone now doesn't mean she can't beat someone in the future.

Chen An remembered this grudge and added it to Qing Yue's bill.

"Qu Juefeng, your grudges with me don't need to involve others." Wu Siyue's eyes showed a hint of resentment, but no anger.

Qu Juefeng disdainfully picked at his ear with his little finger and then blew a disgusted breath.

"It's different. Finding a backer makes you feel much more confident."

The group of thugs and hooligans following behind him immediately burst into laughter.

The scene was so familiar. Chen An tried hard to recall how he handled things when he was a child. In short, he just did it.

Wu Siyue remained silent, pursing his lips and keeping his head down.

Chen An shook his head, "At a time like this, if you can't even save yourself, who can you expect to help you? I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the jerk Qu Juefeng interrupted, "Oh, so your backer doesn't care about you?"

Those lackeys started laughing wildly again. Chen An really couldn't stand it anymore. Even if it hurt a bit, with the help of the Golden Ape Inner Core, it was still uncertain who would win or lose.

"I'll fight with you."

Wu Siyue felt that Chen An was right; he and Qu Juefeng had entered the sect together.

They got along well when they first met, but ever since Qu Juefeng discovered that he didn't resist, he had completely become a tool for the other's amusement.

Over the years, he had considered rebelling, but his method of rebellion was to befriend disciples with high cultivation levels.

But when his senior brothers and sisters see his opponent, they quickly side with Qu Juefeng.

Ultimately, if you can't even save yourself, how can you expect others to save you?

Chen An's words were like a balm for his emotions.

In an instant, the pain of being suppressed, tortured, humiliated, and enslaved surged into his heart, turning into anger; he wanted to save himself.

Clenching his fists, he didn't think about anything and charged forward.

Chen An watched as Wu Siyue was kicked away by Qu Juefeng, who had just reached the Core Formation stage, and began to look at him with new respect.

Summoning the ebony sword, Chen An prepared to make his move.

She walked towards Qu Juefeng, but Qu Juefeng began to back away.

He wasn't afraid that he couldn't beat Chen An, but rather that he was afraid of Chen An's status. Elder Mingsan was extremely protective of his own, and if he beat Chen An, it would be as if he had beaten everyone on the entire main peak of Mingsan Peak.

"Hmph, you two are just green tea and cowards. You can play in the mud here. I'm leaving."

"Ah! I'll fight you to the death!"

Chen An grabbed Wu Siyue around the waist as he tried to rush forward again, saying, "Are you crazy? Why are you going up there to get beaten up?"

Wu Siyue calmed down and used magic to clean the footprints off his body. Just as he was about to thank them, he witnessed a brutal scene.

Chen An's eyes widened in surprise.

Third Senior Brother Mu Jingtai straddled Qu Juefeng, whom he had kicked to the ground, alternating between his left and right hands, each punch aimed at a place that hurt but was not fatal.

He cursed loudly, "You dare to bully my junior sister? You think you're so great, Qu Juefeng? You're such a loser, you look pathetic."

The lackeys around him had never seen such a scene before, and they scattered and fled.

No wonder this third senior brother was confined all year round. The sect forbade internal fighting, and fighting was forbidden anywhere except in the martial arts arena.

It would have been fine if it were just minor squabbles, but he insisted on doing it in public, punching and kicking, basically saying, "What can you do to me?"

Just as Qu Juefeng was on his last breath, Mu Jingtai finally stopped, satisfied.

"Are you OK."

Chen An nodded. He had seen this senior brother once before from afar. He was a strong man. Now that his third senior brother was standing in front of him, he truly felt that he was extraordinary.

His muscles look like those of someone who fights in underground boxing matches, like a villain in a spy movie, or like the second-in-command of a gang.

But he just happened to have a good-looking face. In Chen An's mind, there were only three words: "model face".

It's the kind of face where each feature is individually beautiful, but together they create an even more stunningly handsome face.

"By the way, Elder Haotian dragged Elder Changtian and the sect leader to Mingsan Peak. Master told me to find you and tell you not to go back, but to stay outside for at least three days."

Without a doubt, that old guy Haotian definitely wants the Qilin Horn back. If he really uses what he takes back for the sect, that's one thing, but what does it matter if Chen An gets the treasure by accident?

"it is good."

Mu Jingtai turned to look at Wu Siyue, "This is your friend."

We're not really friends, but let's just say we know each other, "we've only known each other for a short time."

Wu Siyue nodded in agreement.

"You started learning at the same time as me, right? I remember you had quite a bit of talent."

Upon hearing this, Wu Siyue's face instantly turned red. How could this guy remember someone as insignificant as himself?

Taking advantage of the moment when the two were talking, Chen An slipped over to Qu Juefeng, who was lying on the ground, took out a pill, fed it to him, and watched him recover quickly before walking back as if nothing had happened.

"If you need anything, come to me. Remember my name is Mu Jingtai. If these people dare to bully you again, I'll cut their Achilles tendons."

Wu Siyue nodded with a smile.

"Mu Jingtai, it's you again. You and the others don't need to be examined. You've been spared. As usual, three months."

The speaker was Xu Huan, a staff member of Mu Jingtai's private enforcement office.

"Understood." Mu Jingtai replied perfunctorily and prepared to go to his solitary confinement.

At this moment, a girl who had joined the sect at the same time as Chen An called out, "Senior brother, come here, he's not injured."

"You're not injured?" Xu Huan walked over with some skepticism.

Lying on the ground, Qu Juefeng was breathing steadily, and if you listened carefully, you could even hear him snoring.

This guy is also a frequent visitor to solitary confinement; his reputation in the Enforcement Hall is much worse than Mu Jingtai's.

Mu Jingtai entered for three reasons: wanting to challenge the strong regardless of the occasion, protecting his fellow disciples regardless of the location, and acting as a chivalrous hero regardless of the method.

Those who cultivate immortality can understand these reasons, but Qu Juefeng is always either caught bullying the weak on his own or in a group.

Xu Huan stood up and kicked Qu Juefeng's thigh: "Wake up."

"Help! Help! Murder! That madman Mu Jingtai has killed someone!"

Qu Juefeng pushed off the ground and backed away, his eyes filled with unconcealed terror. It took him more than ten seconds to realize that the person in front of him was Xu Huan. He rushed over and hugged Xu Huan's legs, tears streaming down his face, crying so heartbreakingly.

"Senior brother, it's him, it's him, Mu Jingtai, he tried to kill me! You're from the Enforcement Pavilion, arrest him, arrest him now!"

Xu Huan deals with this kind of thing every day and is already used to people playing the victim.

Did he hurt you?

Qu Juefeng quickly took off his outer clothes and confidently and slowly displayed his wounds. Xu Huan could pretend not to see the wounds on his face, but with such a large part of his body, he wanted to see how Xu Huan would pretend.