Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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This should have been a fantasy, but it was confirmed by countless demons, causing a huge uproar in the demon realm.

And the name of that boy—Mu Qinghan, a name already known as the "number one genius of the human race"—sweeped across all sides once again with even greater force.

Whether it's human families or demon tribes, everyone is talking about this boy who has broken the established boundaries between humans and demons.

Many powerful demon clan forces, through public statements or secret communications, have clearly expressed the same attitude.

They owe Mu Qinghan an enormous favor, a favor they can repay at any time, regardless of the cost.

Tu Shan Ya Ya sat on the stone bench, gently holding the little fox demon in her arms, patting her back tenderly.

The little fox spirit buried her face in her shoulder, tears soaking her clothes, and choked out her story of what she had experienced over the years.

After being captured by the cultivators of the Celestial Academy, they were chained day and night, and any resistance would result in severe beatings. They even had to watch their companions being tortured to death.

Those cruel details pierced Tu Shan Ya Ya's heart like needles.

Her fingers tightened slightly, and suppressed anger surged in her eyes.

The cultivators of the Celestial Academy, those scoundrels who call themselves "righteous," actually committed such a cruel act against an innocent demon!

But beyond the anger, there was an indescribable shock.

Mu Qinghan, he... actually destroyed the Heavenly Immortal Academy all by himself for the sake of a demon.

This name, like a pebble, once again stirred ripples in the lake of her heart.

In a daze, she remembered what her sister had told her many years ago: "Ya Ya, don't always look at humans with prejudice. Perhaps one day, peace between humans and demons can really be achieved."

Now, looking at these monsters who have regained their freedom because of Mu Qinghan, and seeing the renewed vitality on their faces,

She suddenly felt that perhaps Mu Qinghan was the key to breaking down the barriers between them.

She suddenly felt that perhaps her connection with that boy had not been severed, and perhaps she would have another chance to see him again, to truly stand in front of him, and to... have a proper conversation with him.

The little fox spirit in her arms gradually stopped crying, and her breathing became steady.

Tu Shan Ya Ya looked down at her sleeping face, gently wiping away the tear stains on her cheeks with her fingertips, her thoughts becoming clearer.

Perhaps, things can really be different in this world, and perhaps she can take advantage of Mu Qinghan as an opportunity to do something for this difference.

Tu Shan Honghong also stared at the little fox demon, lost in thought.

Tu Shan Rongrong squinted, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned.

Mu... Qing... Han...

You seem... really different...

Chapter 45 Flaws

Wang Quan Shouzhuo looked at Dongfang Guyue in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Old friend, you seem quite surprised."

"It's quite surprising. I knew you would let that kid run wild, but I didn't expect you to let him go to this extent."

"That old man was your uncle, wasn't he? You just... watched Xiao Qinghan get killed by him?"

"Since he can't do it himself, isn't it a good thing to have someone else do it for him? What he's done is enough to kill him countless times. He's only alive now because of me, and that's enough."

"Hehe... You really are getting old, aren't you? Are you that afraid of trouble?"

"Hahahaha—aren't you afraid? At this age, what we care about is nothing more than our pride and the future of the younger generation."

“I am like this, but you are not. You care more about the future of the entire human race. You are greater than me.”

"Great? I thought I was selfish. I'm just afraid that everything I've worked so hard for will be destroyed in the near future..."

"If that's the case, why did you still set him up?"

"People... always have to make some mistakes before they know how to regret them."

"Aren't you afraid that he might be the one to destroy all of this?"

"That's precisely why we need to do this."

The brocade spread on the bed was stained with a few dark red spots, like plum blossoms fallen on the snow.

Mu Qinghan sat on the edge of the bed, her back straight, her hands hanging in front of her knees, her fingers slightly curled.

It's as if I can still feel... the viscous blood droplets sliding through my fingers.

Blood...so much blood...

He stared at his palms, which were clean, with only a thin layer of sweat.

But in his eyes, blood was flowing down his wrist, soaking his clothes and sticking stickily to his skin.

Blood...can't be wiped clean...

Sunlight streamed through the window lattice and fell on the longsword leaning against the corner of the wall, its silvery blade gleaming coldly.

Mu Qinghan's eyes were frighteningly empty.

The pupils reflected neither sunlight nor the scene in the room; only a chaotic red.

A sudden sharp pain shot through the wound on his back; the wound wasn't deep, but it felt like it was cutting into his heart.

The only person who hurt him was a child who was only seven or eight years old.

At that moment, he had just severed the young Taoist's neck with a single sword stroke, and warm blood splattered on half of his cheek.

He didn't even have time to see the other person's face clearly; he just thought of him as another maggot that deserved to be killed.

Long-term killing had numbed his nerves; with each swing of his sword, only one word swirled in his mind—"kill!"

Until that small figure rushed out from the inner room.

The boy collapsed onto the headless corpse, his thin shoulders trembling violently, tears mingling with the blood on his face, leaving two streaks on his pale cheeks.

Ignoring the blood still flowing from the corpse, he held the gradually cooling body tightly.

"You demon! Why?!"

The boy's voice was hoarse, "Why did you kill my father?!"

"Do you know? He often told me that our human race has produced a Qilin."

He said that with you here, our human race will surely prosper in this generation, and that we are about to have good days.

"Is this the good life you've brought us?!"

Mu Qinghan froze on the spot, and for the first time, his grip on the sword loosened.

He turned slightly to look at the boy's blood-stained face, and at those eyes that should have been filled with childlike innocence, but were now burning with overwhelming hatred.

"He is evil..."

The boy suddenly grabbed the sword his father had dropped on the ground. The sword was too long and too heavy for him, so he could only hold it with both hands. The tip of the sword trembled as it pointed at Mu Qinghan, and his childish voice was full of despair.

“My father always used the money he earned to buy millet porridge and give it to the beggars. He was always doing good deeds.”

"He said good people get good rewards, is this his retribution?!"

At that moment, the crimson in Mu Qinghan's eyes suddenly faded, leaving only a chilling coldness.

He suddenly came to his senses and looked around.

The chaotic battle had long ended, and besides him, only a few ordinary people huddled in a corner remained.

They trembled, their eyes unfocused, their gazes filled with terror as they looked at him like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

"Devil, devil..."

Someone whispered softly, the sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet it clearly reached his ears.

Some people were crying with their heads in their hands, repeatedly saying, "Someone save me, save me..."

He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

Just then, the boy lunged at him with a short sword in hand.

Mu Qinghan stared blankly at the small figure and the swaying sword.

He could have easily dodged it, or even held the sword to the boy's neck before he got close, but he didn't.

Just as the cold blade was about to touch his chest, he instinctively dodged to the side, but his movement was a beat too slow. The sharp tip of the sword instantly sliced ​​through his back, causing him to gasp in pain.

The pain in his body triggered an instinctive reaction. He raised his foot and kicked the boy. There was no murderous intent in his action, but he forgot that his strength was far beyond what a child could withstand.

With a muffled thud, the boy's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the wall before slowly sliding down and embedding itself in the angle between the wall and the ground, where it remained motionless.

Mu Qinghan stared blankly at the small body, her mind completely blank.

He only slowly raised his hand when a drop of warm liquid landed on his face.

My fingertips touched a sticky red patch—it was the boy's blood, the only drop that had actually landed on him.

The survivors around them completely broke down.

Some people started laughing and crying, circling around on the blood-stained ground, muttering incomprehensible nonsense.

Some people huddled in a corner, their hands tightly covering their eyes, but they couldn't stop the tears from spilling out from between their fingers.

The entire Celestial Academy was filled only with their mad voices and the ever-growing stench of blood in the air.

Mu Qinghan stood there, silent for a long time.

He slowly raised his hand and sheathed the blood-stained longsword, his movements deliberate.

Then he turned around and walked step by step toward the door.

"pat..."

"pat..."

He didn't turn around, nor did he glance at the small figure embedded in the wall again. He just kept walking forward until the figure disappeared outside the door and the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.

Only the chaos and despair remained, quietly spreading under the moonlight.

"He deserved to die..."

"They deserved to die..."

Even if a wicked person does a good deed, they are still...

Mu Qinghan managed to utter two words, but as soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain shot through his chest, as if something was tearing at his body.