"Do you want to die?"
In a flash, Chu Bei came to Mu Xue 'er's side and pulled her behind him. He stared coldly at the three youths in front of him.
"Martial Uncle, they are Li Ao's men. They insisted on taking me to Li Ao's place. I didn't want to, so they forced me! "
Seeing Chu Bei's arrival, Mu Xue 'er held back her sobs and hugged Chu Bei tightly. Her expression was like a frightened kitten.
"Li Ao? That little guy has become so arrogant! "Chu Bei's face was gloomy and his words were cold.
Since the death of the original 'Chu Bei's' father, the temporary helmsman of the Purple Cloud Sect was Great Elder Li Xian. And this Li Ao was Li Xian's precious son.
"Young Martial Uncle, you … aren't you dead?" The three youths looked at Chu Bei in astonishment. They had received news that their Young Martial Uncle had fallen off the cliff and nothing was left of him.
"What? Still not getting lost? "Chu Bei snorted coldly.
Hearing this, the three youths looked at each other. After a moment of hesitation, they seemed to have come to a decision.
"Young Martial Uncle, Senior Brother Li fell in love with Junior Sister Xue 'er at first sight. He invited her several times, but Junior Sister Xue 'er refused. Today, Senior Brother Li told us to bring Junior Sister Xue 'er to him no matter what. "
One of the youths stepped forward. "It won't be long before Great Elder becomes the new Sect Leader. Senior Brother Li will also become the Young Sect Leader. Not to mention, Senior Brother Li is talented and intelligent. It is Junior Sister Xue 'er's fortune to be chosen by Senior Brother Li. "
Chu Bei stared at the three youths and sneered. "Do you think Great Elder can become the Sect Leader? Li Ao can become the Young Sect Leader? "
"Young Martial Uncle, the position of Young Sect Leader should be yours. But now that your cultivation is gone, this position is no longer suitable for you. "One of the youths scratched his head and said no more. He stretched out his hand to grab Mu Xue 'er.
Chu Bei smiled and reached out a hand to grab the youth's outstretched hand. No matter how hard the youth tried, he couldn't move an inch.
"Ouch, ouch …" the young man cried out. His face was red, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.
"Let go of Senior Brother Wang!" Without hesitation, the two youths clenched their fists and punched towards Chu Bei.
Chu Bei's expression was cold, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Then, he clenched his fist, and before the youth could cry out, a fist landed on his chest.
The leader of the group let out a blood-curdling scream and fell to the ground on his butt. Blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.
When the other two youths saw that their companion was bleeding, a trace of fear appeared on their faces. However, how could they withdraw their fists so easily?
Looking at the other two people coming towards him, Chu Bei's fists were wrapped in a layer of True Martial Qi and punched out.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, the two youths' fingers were fractured.
"If you don't scram, there will be three corpses lying on the ground!" Chu Bei disdainfully glanced at the three lackeys and snorted coldly.
"Your … your cultivation …"
The three injured youths stared at Chu Bei. Just as they were about to ask something, they saw Chu Bei slowly walking towards them with a terrifying smile on his face. Without a second thought, they turned around and fled.
Seeing the three fleeing figures, Chu Bei narrowed his eyes. After being cleansed by the Genesis Heaven Force, he had managed to regain some strength.
"Uncle-master, didn't you lose your cultivation? How did you beat them up? " Mu Xue 'er's eyes widened as she stared at Chu Bei in disbelief. The three people who were beaten up just now were all at the seventh layer of Qi Tempering.
"Xue 'er, under the medicinal bath just now, I've already recovered." Chu Bei smiled as he looked at Mu Xue' er. "You also contributed to this."
Mu Xue 'er's face turned red. "Uncle-master, are those medicinal herbs really that useful? Can it let Xue 'er feel the existence of True Martial Qi? "
Chu Bei smiled in embarrassment. "This medicinal herb is only effective for Uncle-master."
"Oh." Mu Xue 'er pouted and raised her fist in anger. "Xue' er also wants to cultivate. Only when I'm strong will they not dare to harass me! “
Chu Bei did not reply. The first condition for people in the Xuanhuang Continent to embark on the path of martial cultivation was to be able to sense the True Martial Qi between heaven and earth. The probability was that one in ten people would be able to sense it. Those with poor talent would be able to sense it at the age of 14. Those with average talent would be able to sense it at the age of 10. Those with good talent would be able to sense it at the age of 6. There were even some monsters who could sense it at the age of 2 or 3 when they just learned how to walk.
Chu Bei was one of those with good talent. When he sensed True Martial Qi at the age of 5 and a half, his martial cultivation talent was quite terrifying. Before his meridians were destroyed, his cultivation level had already reached the seventh layer of Exuvia, which was four layers higher than Chu Bei's current cultivation level.
Thinking about Chu Bei's previous performance, Mu Xue 'er blinked and probed, "Uncle-master, did you return to the mortal evolution state?"
Chu Bei nodded. "Third layer of Exuvia."
"I knew Uncle-master would definitely become that prodigy that everyone was jealous of!" Mu Xue 'er grabbed Chu Bei's arm and shook it happily.
However, this happiness only lasted for a few seconds before it was replaced by a worried expression.
"Uncle-master, you attacked those three guys, and they are Li Ao's people. With Li Ao's temperament, he will definitely come and find trouble with you." Mu Xue 'er looked at Chu Bei worriedly. Although little Uncle-master was one generation higher than them, when the old sect leader was still here, Li Ao would still be respectful to little Uncle-master on the surface. But now, the other party would definitely not put little Uncle-master in his eyes.
"Xue 'er, you're still worried about Uncle-master? Not to mention Li Ao, even if his father came, Uncle-master wouldn't be afraid. "Chu Bei stroked Mu Xue 'er's hair and said gently.
"If only Master was in the sect." Mu Xue 'er bit her lips. In her opinion, Chu Bei's words were undoubtedly to not let her worry.
"Your master might be on his way back." Chu Bei smiled faintly. Mu Xue 'er's master was his senior brother, the second elder of Purple Cloud Sect. Since he left three months ago, there had been no news of him.
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"Dad, when are you going to become the sect leader?" In a large hall, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth wearing a luxurious robe handed a cup of tea to a middle-aged man sitting on the main seat.
"The time isn't right yet." Li Xian shook his head. "I know you like Mu Xue 'er, but the time isn't right yet. You can't be too anxious. You need to wait."
"I've already asked Wang Hu to invite her over." Li Ao licked his lips, his eyes gleaming.
"Don't mess around!" Li Xian frowned slightly.
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