Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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After speaking, he quickly closed his eyes, and the magic power around him began to condense into a pale blue cocoon of light.

Fine wisps of sword energy escaped from the edge of the cocoon of light, landing on the stone slab and carving out shallow lines.

"And it wasn't a wasted trip."

His voice came from the cocoon of light, with a hint of nonchalance.

"I guess I've seen some different things."

As he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them.

The sword energy around him suddenly surged, surging outwards like a tide. The palace lanterns under the corridor were swept by the sword energy, and their wicks suddenly jumped, revealing a sharp edge.

The third young master took two steps back, watching the ever-expanding waves of sword energy, his complaint gradually turning into surprise.

Oh? This little guy has actually gotten a bit stronger.

Was it... something that subtly changed his state of mind?

Never mind, it doesn't matter what, as long as he gets stronger, that's a good thing.

Rather than watching Mu Qinghan's angry expression, the most important thing right now is for this little guy to actually grasp the power.

Originally, this little guy was always quiet and aloof, so I thought that teasing him occasionally would help relieve the boredom of these long years.

But today's reaction made him suddenly realize that everything before seemed like he was naively trying to outwit someone who was insightful.

I've actually regressed in my life.

Being troubled by one thing for thousands of years makes one feel somewhat unlike oneself.

That makes sense. Not being led by the nose by others and not being trapped by emotions is what makes him, Mu Qinghan, so he can go far on this thorny path.

The third young master scoffed lightly, suppressing the inexplicable emotion in his heart, and walked over to Mu Qinghan's side, sitting down slowly.

A cool night breeze made the shadows of the palace lanterns under the eaves sway on the ground. He looked up at the dark sky, where a few sparse stars were faintly hidden in the clouds, and for a moment it seemed to overlap with the night sky of thousands of years ago.

He hasn't been bothered by these things yet...

My older brother, who died many years ago, is still alive and always comes up with some new and interesting gadgets.

They haven't appeared in all these years, and whether they're dead or alive remains a mystery.

Now, it turns out that only my second sister is still by my side.

But... it doesn't matter anymore.

He lowered his eyes to look at his palm.

As long as I can complete my plan and completely get rid of those disgusting things.

It was all worth it.

The wind under the corridor gradually stopped, but the pale blue cocoon on the stone slab became even more dazzling.

A quarter of an hour passed like a stretched thread, as Mu Qinghan's magical power slowly turned into gilded gold, even the air was filled with tiny golden glints.

The previously sharp sword energy no longer scattered, but instead coiled around the cocoon of light, vaguely condensing into golden dragon phantoms.

A deep dragon's roar emanated from the cocoon of light.

The surrounding space rippled like water, as if it would be torn apart by this force at any moment.

Suddenly, the cocoon of light contracted violently!

The moment Mu Qinghan opened his eyes, golden light surged from them, and the golden magic power around him suddenly erupted and then instantly receded into his body, leaving only a golden sword aura that broke out of the sheath as he drew his sword.

The sword light was so fast that its trajectory was impossible to see. With a sharp "sizzle," the inky sky was torn open, revealing the churning nebulae inside.

The clear roar of dragons and the sound of swords echoed from the mountaintop tens of thousands of meters away. Even the people in the city looked up at the sky, thinking it was a strange phenomenon.

Mu Qinghan looked at his palm, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He turned to look at the Third Young Master, who had been sitting quietly beside him. His previous coldness had completely disappeared, and his tone became solemn.

"Thank you very much."

The third young master raised an eyebrow, stood up from the stone steps, and a hint of a smile was hidden in his eyes.

"You little rascal, you even know how to say thank you."

He took two steps forward and tapped Mu Qinghan's sword with his fingertip.

"However... we're still a long way off."

"You need to become stronger so that you have a better chance of surviving in the chaos of the future."

"I see."

Mu Qinghan sheathed his sword and completely absorbed the gilded magic power into his body.

The third young master suddenly burst into laughter, and golden light flew everywhere.

"Hahaha—seeing your breakthrough, I'm in a good mood today. How about I treat you to a drink?"

"It's wine I brewed myself, and it's not very strong," the third young master said, shaking his wrist. Two celadon wine jars appeared out of thin air from his sleeve, their mouths sealed with red cloth. Even before they were opened, a faint fragrance could be smelled.

"But it tastes mellow and is much smoother than those strong liquors outside."

Was it homemade again?

Chapter 134 Family Tradition

Under the old locust tree in the corner of the courtyard, the warm sunshine shone down, and several sparrows hopped and pecked at food among the branches.

Under the tree, Little Afu was lying on the bluestone slab, its fluffy tail sweeping the ground idly.

A calico cat was curled up on its soft belly, its paws gently nibbling at the dog's ears, as if it were hugging a plush toy.

Wang Quanzui stepped forward, squatted down, and poked the dog's paw, his eyes full of surprise.

"Why do this dog and cat get along so well?"

"Normally, when the cats and dogs in the neighborhood meet, the cats are either all puffed up and hissing, or the dogs are chasing after each other and barking. They're never this clingy!"

Aoki Yuan also squatted down, and as soon as her fingertips touched the cat's back, the soft fur curled up comfortably, and she couldn't help but chuckle.

"I don't understand. Aren't cats and dogs supposed to fight whenever they meet? How come this cat is lying on the dog's stomach and the dog isn't biting it?"

"On the contrary, they treat it like a precious treasure."

As the two were talking, they saw Mu Shenqi and Zhang Zheng squatting by the stone steps not far away, each holding a shiny chicken leg and gnawing on it until their hands were covered in oil.

Wang Quanzui shouted, "Hey, so arrogant! Are these dogs and cats yours?"

With a chicken leg in his mouth, Mu Shenqi mumbled a reply.

"I don't know! This dog belongs to Afu, it's called Little Afu, and it's very intelligent."

"This cat..."

He swallowed the meat and scratched his head. "I've never actually seen him before. He was just wandering around the yard with Little Afu a few days ago."

"Perhaps it made its own friends!"

Li Quzhuo had just come out of the house, rubbing his eyes as he approached. Before he could even stand properly, he was amused by the sight of the cat and dog together.

Afu, carrying a vegetable basket, passed by and, upon hearing their conversation, smiled kindly.

“Hey, young masters, this cat was huddled outside the gate a few days ago during a torrential downpour. It was soaked to the bone and shivering from the cold.”

"When Little Afu saw it, he pushed the meat bone in his bowl over and even used his body to shield it from the rain."

He pointed to the cat that was affectionately rubbing against the dog's face, "After a while, the cat became familiar with Xiao Afu. During the day, it would chase the dog's tail, and at night it would squeeze into the same dog bed to sleep."

"When the lady saw it, she said that meeting was fate, so she found a cotton pad to use as a cat bed, and the cat was taken in."

Wow! What a kind and good dog!

Wang Quanzui's eyes lit up. He gently stroked Xiao Afu's ears. The moment his palm touched the soft fur, the dog immediately wagged its tail, even making the cat on its belly roll over.

It didn't care at all, instead nuzzling the cat's head with its nose and frolicking towards Wang Quanzui's hand.

Aoki Hime smiled and stepped forward, carefully picking up the kitten. When her fingertips brushed against its chin, the kitten purred contentedly, obediently letting the girl hold it in her arms and play with it.

It even held its claws tightly, as if afraid of scratching her sleeve.

Li Quzhuo stretched, the sunlight making him squint, and turned to look at Mu Shenqi and Zhang Zheng, who were squatting next to him eating chicken legs.

There was an empty oil paper bag on the stone table; clearly, the one Mu Shenqi was holding was the last one.

Seeing him looking over, Zhang Zheng, with a piece of meat still in his mouth, subconsciously hid the chicken leg behind his back and frowned slightly.

"What are you doing? You've finished your own food and now you're eyeing mine?"

"Go away, go away! If you want some, ask the madam!"

"Go to hell!" Li Quzhuo laughed and kicked his heel.

"Who cares about your teeth marks? I wanted to ask where they went and why they're not here yet?"

"I don't know. It seems that my eldest brother went out for a trip with the eldest daughter of the Dongfang family. He said he was going to Maple Leaf Valley outside the city to see the red maple leaves."

"Yi Tan went to find his aunt, as for Qi Yue..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "His father called him to go on a blind date."

"What the heck? A blind date?"

Ji Wuji had just taken a big bite of a meat bun, his mouth stuffed full, making his speech unclear. Oil dripped down the corners of his mouth, but he didn't bother to wipe it away. He went over to Li Quzhuo and pressed him for answers.

"Didn't he slam his fist on the table and say last time when we were drinking that he would spend his whole life roaming the world with us brothers and stay single forever?"

"How could you just go on a blind date like that?!"

Zhang Zheng scoffed upon hearing this.

"Hey, isn't that how all families are?"

"Have you forgotten? His father was forced into arranged marriages by his family when he was fourteen, and he married his mother when he was sixteen."

“His uncle was even worse; he was betrothed when he was ten years old.”

He put down the bowl, picked up a handkerchief, and wiped his mouth.

"Besides, his parents are only in their thirties and in good health. They won't let him keep wandering around like that."