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Knowing that the world did not have a free lunch, Mo Beichen did not faint from the sudden surprise. Instead, his expression turned serious and he asked while frowning: "I don't know, what do I need to pay for?"

With an appreciative smile on his lips, the Sect Leader sized up Mo Beichen, causing him to feel goosebumps.

"You're very smart, so I won't beat around the bush. You're right, it's impossible for the sect to open up a path for you for no reason at all.

No matter the cost, the sect will naturally nurture you in order to get rewards. What you need to do is actually very simple, and when the sect needs you, you will be able to stand out and help us get past this danger to win. "

The Sect Leader's words naturally did not come now, but in the future. He was giving his Cold Martial Sect a future, establishing a good fate.

Based on the talent that Mo Beichen had displayed now, he would definitely soar in the sky in the future. With Cold Martial Sect, it was simply impossible to keep his Golden-winged Great Peng.

Furthermore, the Sect Master also knew that Mo Beichen did not have much feelings for Cold Martial Sect, and even had some complaints.

Fortunately, the conflict between the two had yet to reach an irreconcilable point. It was not too late to make amends.

Now that he had poured all of the sect's strength into helping him step into the peak, and also given his relatives and friends some special care, it was likely that Mo Beichen believed that due to his old friendship, he would more or less have to look after the Cold Martial Sect in the future.

From the Sect Leader's point of view, as long as no accidents happened, it was certain that Mo Beichen would become Ancient Flame Country's second Liu Yibai!

He did not forget how tyrannical the Wind and Rain Pavilion was all of a sudden, because of that Liu Yibai that came into this world. It could be said that he had squeezed into a top power overnight and received respect from everyone.

Countless people yearned for it, all hoping to join the Wind and Rain Pavilion and become one of its members.

In the following days, there was an endless stream of disciples who came to take him as their master. There were even quite a few people from the neighboring countries, some of whom were talented and full of talents. This allowed the Wind and Rain Pavilion to accumulate a large number of talents in just a few short years, laying a solid foundation for its future development.

Having learnt something from the past, Sect Leader Han Beiwang couldn't help but have a trace of ambition emerge in his heart. He hoped to reconstruct the grand occasion of the former Wind and Rain Pavilion and walk towards the peak of the realm with his Cold Martial Sect.

As long as Mo Beichen was willing to take care of Cold Martial Sect, or reveal the intent of protection, it was more than enough for Cold Martial Sect to establish a foothold in this chaotic world, and not be affected by the flames of war.

His request was reasonable, any sect would do this.

Mo Beichen slightly pondered, and felt that he hadn't suffered any loss, which was indeed a mutually beneficial thing, so he didn't hesitate and agreed: "Alright, I accept this condition. However, if my Cold Martial Sect harm me in the future and you insist on making me your enemy, then you can't blame me for not remembering our old friendship. "

In the future, everything would change, and no one could predict what would happen next. Just in case, Mo Beichen had to take precautions, in case something happened and he couldn't explain it clearly.

Although his words were very plain, the Sect Leader could hear the thick killing intent in his voice.

If they really reached that step, it was possible that the Cold Martial Sect would be filled with corpses all over the ground and blood would flow all over the place.

The Sect Leader looked at Mo Beichen seriously, and said: "Cold Martial Sect will not take the initiative to make you an enemy, at least as long as I am still Sect Master, such a thing will not happen.

If... I hope that you can leave some hope for Cold Martial Sect and not let it lose its heritage. "

Although the two of them were discussing matters of the distant future, and no one knew how things would develop, the two of them were very cautious and took this matter seriously.

To Mo Beichen, he had always placed a high priority on making promises. He did not want to be perfunctory with others and promised to do things that he could not do.

And the Sect Leader could not guarantee that Mo Beichen would really keep his promise. He was more like a gambler who had lost to the red eye, crazily gambling.

Not many people knew that the current situation of Cold Martial Sect was not optimistic, so using the word "dangerous" to describe it wasn't enough. In this critical moment, Mo Beichen's appearance, was like a lifesaver, causing the Sect Master to stake everything on this one bet, placing all of his bets on him.

Furthermore, through his observation, he discovered that Mo Beichen was a person who valued loyalty and righteousness, and extremely promised that as long as he made a promise, he would not easily break it.

This was one of the reasons why the Sect Leader was willing to go all out.

"I promise you!"

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and Mo Beichen could sense from the Sect Leader's expression that he was going to fight with all his might.

After the agreement was reached, the Sect Leader's expression was no longer as serious. Instead, it had suddenly turned into one of laughter, just like the uncle next door.

Speaking of which, although he looked like a 40-50 year old middle-aged man, Mo Beichen wasn't as naive as to think that the Sect Leader was really that young.

Warriors like them usually have a lifespan of a few hundred years. The higher the level, the longer the lifespan. For example, the 8-9 star soldiers could easily live for more than a thousand years.

From Mo Beichen's perspective, this warrior who was stronger than Elder Chen had at least lived for one to two hundred years.

The atmosphere was no longer solemn. The Sect Leader suddenly stood up and slowly walked to the door. He looked outside at the clouds shrouding the sky, as if he was in a fairyland. You have already proven yourself with your strength, and Yang Li has also joined Lei Mingfeng. This means that you have completed your mission.

Lei Mingfeng will not disappear, I look forward to what kind of bright light it will give out in your hands! "

Now, the Sect Leader's request to Mo Beichen to recruit a new disciple for him had already become a joke. If they still asked him to do this now, there would be no need for it. They would only be bringing trouble upon themselves.

Mo Beichen nodded his head, the Sect Leader's actions could be considered as a side acknowledgement of Mo Beichen's hard work and effort.

Although he wasn't worried about this matter, he kept suppressing it in his heart. It made him feel a little uncomfortable. Now that the Sect Leader had spoken, he was naturally happy.

This trip was quite fruitful, greatly exceeding Mo Beichen's expectations. It made his mood great, and after he left Hanwu Peak, he hummed a small tune along the way, as if there was some happy occasion.

At this point, his promise to make Lei Mingfeng rise up once again, and not be bullied anymore had basically been fulfilled, due to the promise he had made to his "predecessor" who had taken over his physical body.

He believed that after the news of what happened at Hanwu Peak spread out, probably no one on Lei Mingfeng's side would dare to continue staying here, right?

After descending the mountain, he did not return to Lei Mingfeng, but instead went straight to the Medicinal Hall.

These days, he had consumed quite a bit of the pills he gave to others as a gift and was in dire need of nourishment. If he encountered another big battle like this, he would be in danger without the help of elixirs.

Furthermore, as his realm increased, his demand for Qi Gathering Pill s also rapidly increased. The amount needed to advance to the next level was gradually increasing. It was not something that could be settled with just a few pills or more than ten pills.

If Mo Beichen had broken through to the War Soldier Stage, then the medicinal pellets he required would be different.