Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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"Hahaha!"

Deng Qiyue laughed so hard he almost fell over. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his black outfit accentuated his burly figure. At this moment, his shoulders were shaking as he laughed.

"Your face is all red, like a little girl. Have you met your sweetheart?"

"I have no homosexual inclinations. If you really can't drink anymore, you can sit at the same table as my little Bai."

As he spoke, he pointed outside the pavilion. Not far away, by a stone table, a snow-white curly-haired puppy was squatting beside a food bowl, licking water with its tiny mouth.

"They only drink water over there, and they don't pressure you to drink, which is perfect for a 'loser in drinking' like you."

"piss off!"

Mu Shenqi finally managed to grip the wine jar firmly, and laboriously filled his bowl with wine. Most of the wine spilled onto his hands, but he didn't care at all. He picked up the bowl and brought it to his lips.

"Today I'm going to show you what it means to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk! Watch me knock you all out!"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and took a big gulp of liquor, which dripped down his chin and into his collar. He then proudly raised his chin, looking like a victorious rooster.

Seeing this, Ji Wuji shook his head helplessly, picked up the wine jar and poured himself some more wine. "By the way, don't you have a younger brother at home? How old is he? Why don't you call him over?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Shenqi immediately raised his head and looked at Ji Wuji.

The smile on his face faded a little, but his eyes lit up, filled with undisguised pride.

“My younger brother is truly born to be a sword immortal. He wielded a sword at the age of three, comprehended the essence of swordsmanship at the age of five, and now at the age of ten, he can rival the Demon King. Some of the elders in the family are no match for him.”

Deng Qiyue raised an eyebrow: "Oh? I've met your little brother once before, at last year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. He was wearing a white shirt and sitting quietly in the corner. He looked quite well-behaved. I didn't expect him to be so capable."

"That's not the case!"

Mu Shenqi slammed his hand on the table, his tone becoming increasingly smug.

"Why would I need to bother with cultivation anymore? I can just lie back and wait for my little brother to achieve success and carry me to new heights!"

"Huh?! Do you have to be so pathetic?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Wuji immediately glared at him. "We cultivators have no reason to rely on others. If you want to lie down and do nothing, you might as well go to the Heavenly Immortal Academy. I heard that you don't have to work there and you are served good wine and food every day."

"Celestial Immortal Academy?" Deng Qiyue paused, a strange glint in his eyes, and pressed, "You've been there?"

Mu Shenqi waved his hand and let out a burp.

“Where have I been? A while ago, my elders mentioned it casually in a chat, saying that the place was a paradise on earth, with all kinds of delicious food and drinks, and many unique ‘snacks’. I was just saying it offhand.”

He scratched his head as he spoke, "What? Is there a problem with that place?"

The atmosphere inside the pavilion suddenly quieted down, and the autumn wind blew through the pillars, carrying a touch of coolness.

The smile on Deng Qiyue's face vanished completely. He lowered his eyes to look at the wine in the bowl, his fingertips tightening slightly. "Then you should never go there in your life."

Ji Wuji and Mu Shenqi were both taken aback. They exchanged a glance and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

Mu Shenqi frowned and asked, "Why? The elders said that place is quite nice."

Deng Qiyue slowly raised his head, the dim light falling on his face, reflecting the darkness hidden deep in his eyes. He pursed his lips and said, word by word.

"That place... is not paradise at all, it's hell."

Mu Shenqi and Ji Wuji were both stunned, and the drunkenness on their faces instantly disappeared by more than half.

Mu Shenqi's eyes widened, and most of the effects of the alcohol were dispelled.

He reached out and patted Deng Qiyue's arm, his tone full of disapproval.

"Qi Yue, are you blacked out from drinking? Tianxian Academy is a very famous amusement park. Many people spend all their money and still can't bear to leave. How can you call it hell?"

Deng Qiyue tightened his grip on the wine bowl, his already somber expression becoming even more grave.

His Adam's apple bobbed twice. "I...I really did go. Last year, I went with an elder in the family to run some errands, and I accidentally wandered in once. I even saw some things by chance..."

He was halfway through his sentence when his eyes suddenly turned to fear, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter the rest of his sentence.

A naked female demon was nailed to the wall with a dozen nails. The venomous look on her face when she saw him was something he would never forget.

Just as the atmosphere in the pavilion had become somber because of this half-finished sentence, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang in the ears of the three of them without warning.

"Brother, Mom is calling you home for dinner."

The sound came so suddenly that Mu Shenqi was startled and the wine jar in his hand flew out of his hand with a "clatter" and flew straight toward the source of the sound.

Ji Wuji and Deng Qiyue were also startled and looked up sharply.

The three of them looked over and saw a young man in white standing beside the pavilion pillar.

He was slender, dressed in a spotless moon-white robe, and his dark hair was tied back with a simple jade hairpin.

Her features were delicate yet exuded a coldness that kept strangers at bay. She stood there straight, as if she had been rooted in the pavilion from the very beginning.

When did this child arrive here?

Ji Wuji and Deng Qiyue both felt a jolt in their hearts.

Although the three of them were not top-tier cultivators, they were by no means ordinary people. No matter how engrossed they were in their conversation, they should have been completely unaware of someone approaching. This young man's ability to conceal himself was terrifying.

When Mu Shenqi realized that the person who came was his younger brother, Mu Qinghan, he was even more shocked.

He rubbed his eyes and carefully examined his younger brother.

The magical energy swirling around him was several times more concentrated than when they last met, and even his eyes were much sharper, like a sword hidden in its sheath, which, though not yet drawn, already exuded a terrifying sharpness.

My younger brother seems to have gotten stronger again!

This cultivation speed is simply incomparable to that of humans.

Just as the wine jar was about to smash into Mu Qinghan's chest, he moved.

He slightly raised his wrist, extended his index and middle fingers, and gently tapped the bottom of the wine jar. A concentrated burst of magical power instantly surged out and accurately struck the bottom of the jar.

The heavy wine jar seemed to be frozen in mid-air with a "click," the wine sloshing around but not a single drop spilled.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Qinghan raised his hand to catch the wine jar, his slender fingers gripping the mouth of the jar, and brought the jar to his nose to take a light sniff, as if trying to identify the type of wine.

Before anyone could react, he tilted his head back and gulped down the wine from the jar. His Adam's apple bobbed as the wine was quickly emptied. His hearty manner was even more decisive than Mu Shenqi's.

Upon seeing this, Mu Shenqi sobered up completely. He jumped up from the stone bench, rushed over, snatched the empty wine jar from his brother's hand, and glared at him with a frown.

"What are you doing drinking alcohol, kid! If Mom finds out, she'll make you copy the family rules a hundred times!"

"Mom won't punish me, she'll just nag you."

"Damn it, watch me suck it in!"

Chapter 14 Arrogance

The atmosphere that had been somber due to the topic of "Celestial Academy" was completely disrupted by this unexpected incident.

Ji Wuji leaned against the stone table, watching the Mu brothers interact, and couldn't help but smile.

Deng Qiyue's tense shoulders relaxed, and the hand holding the wine bowl swayed gently. The gloom in his eyes was somewhat dispelled by the lively atmosphere.

Both of them had a look of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"I'm inhaling, I'm inhaling, I'm inhaling and inhaling!"

Mu Shenqi pulled Mu Qinghan into his arms, rested his chin on the top of his brother's head, and brought his nose close to his forehead to inhale deeply.

"Ah! That feels so good!"

"Get out of the way, bro!"

Mu Qinghan's shoulders tightened from the tightness of the straps. She reached out and pushed against Mu Shenqi's chest, her brows furrowed, her tone full of disdain.

"You reek of alcohol!"

"Hahaha!"

Mu Shen shook his head smugly, "This isn't a stench! This is immortal dew! Didn't you just drink quite a bit from that wine jar yourself?"

"If it gets on you, it'll be horse piss."

"Damn! Your tongue is as sharp as ever!"

Mu Shenqi was so choked up that his eyes widened.

"Hahahaha!" A hearty laugh rang out from inside the pavilion. Deng Qiyue put down his wine bowl, shook his head, and chuckled, "These two rascals."

Ji Wuji looked at Mu Qinghan with great interest, his eyes full of admiration, and then turned to Mu Shenqi and teased him.

"Hey, is this the little sword immortal brother you always talk about? He does look quite extraordinary. Putting everything else aside, just his looks alone are way better than yours, Brother Mu."

So what if you've pulled ahead of me by a lot?

Mu immediately puffed out his chest, raised an eyebrow, and retorted, "That still puts me way ahead of the two of you! My brother is good-looking, and I'm happy with that! What right do you two have to criticize me?"

"Hey, you dare to compare your looks with mine?" Deng Qiyue rolled up his sleeves and deliberately puffed out his chest. "With my thick eyebrows, big eyes, broad shoulders, and thick waist, I'm definitely more handsome than you when it comes to dashing looks!"

"I am not very talented," Ji Wuji said, lightly shaking his folding fan and bowing politely, though a smile was hidden in his eyes. "I am only slightly more handsome than Brother Mu."

Mu Qinghan stood aside, watching the three of them childishly bicker. Her fair cheeks twitched, and she closed her eyes helplessly.

The next moment, Mu Qinghan's figure suddenly turned into a blur and disappeared from the spot, landing steadily on the bluestone slab outside the pavilion.

The movement was so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible, leaving only a gust of wind.

The three people in the pavilion froze instantly, their smiles freezing on their faces, then replaced by deep shock.

"I've delivered the message. If you don't come home soon, you know how bad your mother's temper is."

Mu Qinghan turned his head away, leaving behind a single sentence before turning to leave.

Ji Wuji suddenly stood up from the stone bench, snapped his folding fan shut, and stared intently at Mu Qinghan's back, his tone full of excitement.

"Wait, Brother Mu! Would you mind having a match with me?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Qinghan slowly turned around, her cold gaze falling on Ji Wuji. Without the slightest hesitation, she simply replied, "Okay."

The Ji family is known for its speed.

Ji Wuji is the strongest genius of the Ji family in this generation. With his Wind and Thunder Wings, he can move a hundred meters in an instant. His movements are graceful and unpredictable.

He boasted that no one in the younger generation could outrun him in speed, but this young master Mu had piqued his curiosity.

Born a sword immortal, exceptionally intelligent, and possessing a divine appearance.

Born with countless accolades.