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"I'm begging you, just let him go. From now on, I will reduce him to an outer disciple and let him guard the medicine fields. I only beg that you spare his life."

The second elder lowered his head as he spoke, his entire body trembling violently as he pleaded.

Seeing that, Chu He was moved, it was Mo Wuwei's greatest fortune to have such a good master.

It was a pity that this Mo Wuwei didn't seem to know how to cherish things.

"Alright, then I will give face to Second Elder and let this Mo Wuwei go, but if he dares to provoke me again in the future, he will definitely die!"

Chu He slowly raised his foot, and said coldly.

"Li ?" Li Xiaoyao! The humiliation of today, will definitely be repaid a hundredfold in the future! "

Mo Wuwei struggled to get up from the ground. His eyes were bloodshot and looked extremely terrifying.

"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

Seeing that the other party did not know how to appreciate his kindness, Chu He placed the long blade in his hand on the other party's neck.

"Pah!"

Seeing that, the Second Clan Elder rushed forward and ruthlessly slapped Mo Wuwei in the face.

The strength behind the attack caused him to spit out several front teeth along with blood.

"Hatred from Mo Wuwei + 999."

"Bastard, you're just an ordinary outer disciple right now. You dare to threaten Chief Senior Brother? Get the hell down!"

Finished speaking, the Second Elder picked up Mo Wuwei's clothes, and with a few flashes, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Chu He obviously knew that the Second Elder was protecting Mo Wuwei, but he did not pursue him and allowed them to disappear from his sight.

Following Mo Wuwei's departure, the entire arena fell into an unprecedented silence, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

And then, an intense wave of cheers rang out.

"Welcome, new Chief Senior Brother, Li Xiaoyao!"

The sound resonated through the clouds and reached every nook and cranny of Southern Star Palace.

From then on, there were many legends about Li Xiaoyao in the Southern Star Palace.

A mysterious man. No one knew where he had come from. All they knew was that he was like a divine weapon that had descended from the heavens.

With just his own strength, he alone charged into the level four Skyfire Grand Formation. Using his absolute strength, he extinguished the Skyfire Grand Formation completely, scaring Mo Wuwei into fleeing in fear.

And then one person after another entered the Forest of mists, forcing the strongest twenty people into a corner, and selling off the rest of their sharp teeth to others, simply being impartial.

After that, he took part in the inner sect examination. With his strength alone, he fought against the formation of over a thousand senior students. He protected the fairness of the examination and earned the praise of the Grand Elder.

In the end, he did not refute everyone's slander. He used his superior alchemy skills to subdue everyone and even saved all of the examinees when they were in danger. This was simply the example of retaliating with virtue.

In the final life and death battle with the former eldest senior brother Mo Wuwei, the imposing figure who sat on the Bloody Throne had been created into a painting that was passed down in history, and was admired by the future generations.

Chu He had already been in Southern Star Palace for half a month, and would casually stroll around Southern Star Palace when there was nothing else to do.

"Greetings, eldest senior brother!"

No matter where Chu He went, all of the Southern Star Palace disciples would lower their heads and greet him.2

But Chu He's face was filled with worry, and he silently sighed: "Ai ? "What the f * ck! I don't even know where to find resentment right now!"

Currently, his prestige in the Southern Star Palace was already at its peak, and even the Great Clan Elder's prestige was inferior to his. He could be said to be an existence only inferior to the Asgard Mistress.

Who would dare to have the slightest bit of resentment towards him? Even if Chu He were to reprimand those disciples, those disciples would nod their heads repeatedly without a single trace of resentment.

Every day, he could only rely on the grudges Mo Wuwei provided him with from time to time to live his days. In order to repay him, Chu He would often go to the medicinal field to visit him.

Every time he went there, he would be angered to the point that his face would turn ashen without a word. If he went there, he would have to provide at least a thousand Devil's Dot.

Coming to the medicinal field as usual, Chu He didn't even need to do anything. As long as this face appeared before Mo Wuwei's eyes, it would provide a large amount of resentment.

"Hatred from Mo Wuwei + 555..."

Chu He felt that it was a little boring, and would pretend to be strict with him before he left: "Work hard, from now on I'll let you enter the inner sect to sweep the floor."

"Hatred from Mo Wuwei + 999."

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