Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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Mu Qinghan stood with his arms crossed, calmly watching the unfolding events.

Hearing his father call him, he replied indifferently, "Oh..."

Although this was the first time he had ever seen a demon in person, as the eldest son of a core family of the Dao Alliance, he had been exposed to demons since childhood and already had some understanding of them.

Moreover, his father was quite powerful.

It is said that back then, my father single-handedly defeated a powerful demon king who occupied a region.

This kind of nobody is nothing to fear; my dad could just beat her to death with his fists.

The woman who had fallen to the ground had now stood up, her brows furrowed and her eyes filled with regret.

Oh no, I never expected to run into such a tough opponent.

Judging from his aura, he's definitely a tough nut to crack.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, her clothes suddenly ripped open, and countless black thorns sprouted from her skin.

Each one is over ten centimeters long, with its tip gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

The bone spikes that were just shot out came from the spikes on her back.

Mu Qinghan looked at the black thorns and raised an eyebrow. This appearance... seems to be that of a porcupine?

However, in the brief moment of surprise, the head of the Mu family had already bent down and reached out to grab the female demon's ankle.

His arm veins bulged, and with a loud shout, he swung her high into the air.

The banshee let out a piercing scream in mid-air, her body spinning rapidly due to inertia.

Amidst the howling wind, the head of the Mu family exerted his strength and slammed her hard onto the ground.

With a loud bang, a shallow crater was smashed into the ground, and the banshee coughed up blood, lying paralyzed in the crater, unable to move.

"Hey, hey, hey, Dad."

Mu Qinghan curled her lip, her tone tinged with disdain, "You're all about brute force, you don't have any skill at all. What can I learn from you?"

"What does this brat know!"

The head of the Mu family rubbed his wrist and, hearing his son undermine him again, immediately glared and retorted.

"The timing and angle at which I exert force are all matters of skill; don't criticize me unnecessarily."

He instinctively turned to argue with his son, unaware of the madness flashing in the eyes of the female demon in the pit—she was willing to do anything to survive.

The banshee let out a shrill scream, her sharp claws tearing at her own leg that was being held, ripping it off her body and spurting blood.

With that fierce energy, she shoved her hands into the ground and shot out like an arrow, leaving a trail of foul wind as she pounced on Mu Qinghan, her sharp claws aimed straight for his face.

"Son, be careful!"

The head of the Mu family's pupils constricted, his heart leaped into his throat, and he rushed towards his son with all his might.

Even in the critical moment, Mu Qinghan's youthful face remained expressionless as he slowly raised his hand to touch the wooden sword at his waist.

He calmly met the succubus's crazed gaze, and just as her blood-stained claws were about to touch his cheek, she vanished from her spot, leaving only a faint afterimage.

The banshee's claws missed their target, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes before a barely perceptible stinging pain shot through her neck.

She looked down in horror and saw a thin line of blood spreading from her neck.

"you you……"

The succubus looked up in disbelief at Mu Qinghan, who had reappeared beside her.

The child in front of me was only about ten years old, with a chubby face, long eyelashes, and a delicate nose.

Despite his youthful appearance, his eyes were as cold as ice.

She had intended to use the child to blackmail the powerful, but she never expected that this seemingly harmless child would be so terrifying.

Fresh blood gushed out, staining Mu Qinghan's pure white robes red.

The banshee fell heavily to the ground, her body twitched slightly a few times, and then she fell still.

The head of the Mu family rushed to his son's side, his gaze falling on his face, and he froze instantly.

A few drops of warm blood splattered on Mu Qinghan's tender cheeks, sliding down her delicate skin.

A few drops seeped into his dark eyes, causing his pupils to glow with a faint red.

But his expression remained indifferent, showing no panic after killing the demon, nor any fear that a child should have, as if he had just done something very ordinary.

“Son, you…” The head of the Mu family’s throat tightened, and he didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Mu Qinghan raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, his voice calm and undisturbed.

"I'm fine, don't worry, Dad. I've already killed her."

Those blood-stained eyes looked at her father, yet remained clear.

"What's wrong, Dad? You seem a little surprised?"

"Uh, it's nothing, it's nothing, hahaha, as expected of my son, so decisive."

Chapter 4 All Killed

The head of the Mu family looked down at the corpse of the female demon on the ground, his brows furrowed slightly, and he gently shook his head.

"This place is the border between the human and demon realms, a chaotic area. It's not surprising that man-eating demons roam here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of shimmering white magic power gathered in his palm, its light growing ever brighter.

With a sudden thud, his arm sank, and the ball of magic power slammed into the banshee's head, severing her chance of survival with a resounding "bang."

After doing all this, he turned to meet his son's gaze and explained, "Monsters are far more resilient than humans. Some cunning ones are good at feigning death to escape, so we must eliminate them completely."

"Moreover, the human and demon realms have a deep-seated grudge and have always been mortal enemies. Once they meet, it will be a matter of life or death, and there is no room for carelessness."

Mu Qinghan lowered his eyes to look at the bloodstains on the ground, his youthful face still expressionless, but he asked softly, "Does seeing a monster mean you have to kill it? Are there no good monsters in this world that don't harm people?"

Upon hearing this, the head of the Mu family remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Perhaps there are. There have been monsters in legends that have been on good terms with humans, but they are extremely rare, one in ten thousand."

He crouched down, pressed his hand on his son's shoulder, and spoke in a serious and earnest tone.

"Qinghan, you must remember, never gamble your life on a one in ten thousand chance."

"To be soft-hearted towards monsters is to be cruel to yourself. If you see a monster again in the future, kill it if you can. This is the key to protecting yourself."

Mu Qinghan looked up at his father's serious expression. His dark eyes remained calm as he simply nodded, taking those words to heart.

Sunlight filtered through the trees, falling on his blood-stained robes.

If you see a demon, just kill it.

On the path leading to the outside world, two beautiful figures faced each other.

Tu Shan Ya Ya stood with her hands on her hips, her fiery red fox fur coat making her skin look even whiter than snow.

Her eyebrows and eyes were full of coquettishness and arrogance, and her lips were so pouty that they could hang an oil lamp on them.

Looking at the woman in green blocking his way, he spoke with a hint of arrogance.

"Oh, Rongrong, don't stop me! What's wrong with letting me go out and explore the world?"

Tu Shan Rongrong gently waved her folding fan, her emerald green dress fluttering slightly in the autumn breeze.

She looked up at the sulking Ya Ya, and images of the dangerous situations she had encountered in the past flashed through her mind. Her brows furrowed involuntarily, but her tone remained gentle.

"Sister, the outside world is not like Tushan. There are constant conflicts between the human and demon races, and it is very dangerous."

"What's there to be afraid of in danger!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya snorted, suddenly rolled up her sleeves, and brought her limp arm in front of Rong Rong. She patted the forearm of her other arm with one hand, trying to show off a non-existent "muscle".

Her fiery red sleeves slipped down, revealing her fair skin, and her eyes were filled with pride.

"I'm a demon king now, my cultivation is vastly different from before, I might be able to fight!"

She pulled her arms back, crossed her arms over her chest (which she couldn't actually hold), raised her chin slightly, and spoke with a hint of fierceness.

"If I run into any fools who dare to have ill intentions towards me, I'll freeze their hands and feet and then teach them a good lesson! If they still don't know what's good for them, I'll..."

As she spoke, she made a fist-throwing motion, and a corner of her fiery red fox fur fluttered as she did so. "Kill him!"

Tu Shan Rongrong sighed helplessly as she looked at her fierce and aggressive appearance, and lightly tapped her palm with her folding fan.

"Sister, just stay in Tushan obediently. Sister Honghong said that once you break through to the Great Demon King level, you can go out and play as you please."

"That'll have to wait until the Year of the Horse and the Month of the Monkey!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya answered without hesitation, took a step forward, grabbed Rong Rong's wrist and shook it gently. Her fiery red figure drew closer, and her tone softened.

"Rongrong, please let me go out. I'll just go take a look. I promise I won't cause any trouble, okay?"

"It's been a year since the Monkey and the Horse," Tu Shan Rongrong corrected herself helplessly in her heart, then gently pressed her sister's wrist.

"No, sister, you'd better come back with me."

Tu Shan Rongrong drew out the last syllable of her voice, squinting as she stared at Tu Shan Ya Ya.

"Oh... okay, I'll do as you say."

Tu Shan Ya Ya's fox ears drooped, and her usually arrogant, icy blue eyes were now covered with a layer of moisture.

She blinked, swayed slightly, and looked at Tu Shan Rongrong with a pitiful expression.

Seeing that Rongrong remained calm and composed, showing no sign of softening, she reluctantly turned her hands behind her back.

She secretly twisted her fingers behind her back, then slowly followed Rongrong, her steps dragging.

Tu Shan Rongrong walked ahead, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her sister's unusually docile demeanor, which surprised her slightly.

At this time in the past, Ya Ya would have already bristled and retorted, or secretly slipped away when she wasn't paying attention. Today, she was surprisingly obedient, which made her feel a little unaccustomed.

A faint smile appeared on her lips, then she turned around nonchalantly and continued walking forward.

"Hahaha! Rongrong, I'm leaving now! Don't worry, I'll be back!"

The moment Tu Shan Rongrong turned around, Tu Shan Ya Ya instantly concealed all her aggrieved expression, a sly glint flashing in her eyes.

She lowered her voice and shouted, then sprinted off in the opposite direction as if the wind had taken hold.