Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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Seriously, do you carry a shovel with you every time you go out? What kind of good person is that?!

Looking at his nonchalant demeanor, Tu Shan Ya Ya was so angry that she gritted her teeth, and her fox ears trembled slightly with rage.

She clenched her fists, cursing Mu Qinghan over and over in her mind. She really wanted to rush up and pin this pretentious brat to the ground, then give him a good spanking until his bottom was bright red before she felt relieved.

Thinking about it, she immediately pictured Mu Qinghan covering his swollen bottom, crying with tears in his eyes.

The scene was so satisfying that Tu Shan Ya Ya couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She laughed loudly, her laughter arrogant and triumphant, completely disregarding the occasion.

But she didn't know that her beautiful imagination was impossible to realize.

Mu Qinghan has been very tough since birth. He didn't cry when he was born, and in the end, his unreliable father beat him for two minutes before he could finally let out a half-sob.

From then on, no matter how hard he fell or how much he suffered, he never shed a single tear.

Oh, there was only one exception.

The wooden sword he had spent three days and three nights carving was accidentally broken by his father while he was practicing. At that moment, he stared at the broken wooden sword, his eyes reddened, but he still forced back his tears.

However, it gave his father a big fright, and he almost knelt down and begged him not to cry, otherwise his wife would definitely fight him to the death.

"Neuropathy……"

Mu Qinghan watched Tu Shan Ya Ya stand there alone, laughing to herself amidst the changing weather, and his brows furrowed even more, and he stopped wielding his hoe.

Is this vixen really mentally unstable?

Tu Shan Ya Ya cleared her throat, deliberately puffed out her chest, and tried to put on the imposing posture of the second leader of Tu Shan, her eyes fixed on Old Man Mu standing to the side.

Are you sure you don't want to fight me?

"Uh...yeah."

Old Man Mu was taken aback by the sudden question, then nodded blankly, completely baffled as to what the little fox was up to.

"Then I want to have a match with your son!" Tu Shan Ya Ya pointed sharply at Mu Qing Han, who had just stopped hoeing, her tone resolute, "You're not allowed to interfere!"

Old Man Mu's eyes widened like copper bells.

You are a demon, and I am a human. I have already shown you the greatest kindness by sparing your life. Yet you still want to beat my son in front of me.

He secretly glanced at his son.

Although Mu Qinghan is exceptionally talented and a once-in-a-century cultivation prodigy, he is still young and has not cultivated for long enough.

Dealing with ordinary minor demons might be a piece of cake, but contending with a demon royalty like Tu Shan Ya Ya would be quite difficult.

No matter what, this girl is a demon king, with a very solid foundation of demonic power. If they really fight, Qinghan might not have the upper hand.

"Hmm...okay, let's have a fight."

Mu Qinghan decisively put down the hoe, patted the dirt off his hands, and a fighting spirit instantly ignited in his eyes.

He looked up at the sulking Tu Shan Ya Ya, his tone still calm: "Don't worry, you muscular fox spirit, I won't kill you."

Upon hearing this, Old Man Mu looked at his son in surprise. Seeing the fearless light shining in his eyes, he felt a surge of pride, thinking, "My son has grown up."

Before his lips could even curve into a smile, he was choked by the second half of the sentence, and his mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.

My dear son, you're so prone to offending people with your mouth! If you keep talking like that, you'll never find a wife!

However, he forgot that unlike when he was young, he was no longer raised by his father.

Mu Qinghan was the apple of his family's eye from birth. He was an unparalleled genius, and countless people came to propose marriage to him.

"You're the vixen! Your whole family are vixens! And... those aren't pectoral muscles!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya instantly bristled, "You little brat, how dare you insult me? Take this!"

Before she finished speaking, a chilling aura suddenly rose around her. She lightly touched the ground with her feet and rushed towards Mu Qinghan like an arrow released from a bow.

Tu Shan Ya Ya didn't use her demonic power at first. Although she was brave, she wasn't stupid. If she threatened the life of this little brat, the human powerhouse next to her would go crazy.

Logically, she should have just run away, but the thought that this little brat could actually put on an act even better than her made her furious.

We definitely need to teach him a lesson.

Old Man Mu took in the resentment in Tu Shan Ya Ya's eyes, but seemed to have no intention of hurting her.

That makes sense; what evil intentions could such a dim-witted fox demon possibly have?

He immediately felt relieved, so he simply crossed his arms and leaned against the old tree trunk next to him, becoming a spectator with great interest.

Seeing that Tu Shan Ya Ya's cold aura subsided when she rushed forward, clearly indicating that she did not intend to use her demonic power and was only relying on her physical strength to fight, Old Man Mu couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Ha, a contest of brute force?

This little fox demon has probably chosen the wrong opponent.

In terms of strength, my humble background might not necessarily be inferior.

After all, the Mu family's physical training is unparalleled, and strength is ingrained in their very bones. When it comes to strength, the Mu family has never been afraid of anyone.

Just as Old Man Mu had predicted.

Tu Shan Ya Ya swung her fist straight at Mu Qing Han's face, the force of the punch fierce, carrying a hint of the ferocity of the demon race.

Mu Qinghan simply turned his body slightly and raised his hand to firmly grasp her wrist.

The seemingly effortless movements actually carried immense force.

Before Tu Shan Ya Ya could pull her hand away, he punched her in the stomach with a backhand.

Tu Shan Ya Ya staggered back three or four steps before regaining her balance, her stomach aching slightly.

"impossible!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya gritted her teeth, clearly unwilling to admit defeat.

She suddenly raised her leg and kicked Mu Qinghan in the waist and abdomen, trying to catch him off guard.

But Mu Qinghan reacted even faster, dodging to the side while precisely grabbing her ankle with a force that rendered her completely immobile.

"The leg-lifting motion is too slow and too high; the posture looks nice but is completely useless."

Mu Qinghan didn't even frown, his tone was calm, and his eyes were indifferent.

With one leg being lifted up, Tu Shan Ya Ya's entire demon was unbalanced, and she could only sway on her tiptoes. Her fair and pretty face instantly turned bright red.

Half of me was angry, and half of me was ashamed.

"You brat! Let me go!"

She was both ashamed and angry, but dared not rashly use her demonic power for fear of hurting the other party.

"Oh..." Mu Qinghan responded, loosened his grip, and gently flicked the wrist.

Tu Shan Ya Ya felt her body lighten, and the entire demon flew out, rolling twice on the ground before she managed to stand up.

Tu Shan Ya Ya was a little confused.

This guy actually just threw her out?

And that strength is just too outrageous!

How can it have such brute strength when it looks half a head shorter than me? Is this really a human cub?

Mu Qinghan looked at her shocked expression, but remained calm and composed.

"You have no right to make me take action unless I use my demonic power."

He paused, then said firmly, "Use your demonic power, or you'll be defeated within ten moves."

"Okay! Let's use it!"

Chapter 7 The Human Realm is Full of Tricks, I Want to Go Back to Tushan

Seeing Tu Shan Ya Ya's fur standing on end, Mu Qing Han was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He originally thought this silly fox would be stubborn to the end and refuse to use its demonic power, but he didn't expect it to be somewhat intelligent.

Seeing this, Old Man Mu frowned slightly.

The posture of crossing his arms subtly changed, and his feet, which were together, slowly separated to shoulder width. His hands also naturally fell to his sides, his fingertips slightly bent, and his aura subtly rose.

The demonic power of the Tushan demon clan is indeed not to be underestimated. Even if only a portion of it is used, it is enough to pose a threat to the young Qinghan. He must be on guard at all times to prevent any accidents from happening.

"Hmph! Take this!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya let out a delicate shout and threw her fist out again.

This time, empowered by demonic energy, his punches were several times faster, the wind howled, and his power surged far beyond what he had seen before.

Mu Qinghan dared not be negligent. He drew the wooden sword from his side, flipped his wrist, and held the sword steadily in front of him.

With a muffled thud, the moment the fist and sword collided, a tremendous force traveled through the wooden sword to his arm.

Mu Qinghan staggered back several steps, being forced back nearly ten meters before regaining his footing. His hand gripping the sword hilt went slightly numb.

"Hmph! Now you know how powerful I am, right?" Tu Shan Ya Ya put her hands on her hips and raised her chin triumphantly.

Mu Qinghan didn't reply, but simply shook his numb arm, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared intently at Tu Shan Ya Ya's every subtle movement.

That punch just now allowed him to gauge the strength of his opponent's demonic power and also to spot the flaws in their movements.

Seeing that he was silent, Tu Shan Ya Ya thought he was stunned by the beating. She immediately shouted and turned into a white shadow, rushing to Mu Qing Han again, her fist aimed straight at his face.

However, this time, Mu Qinghan seemed to have been prepared. He suddenly slid half a meter to the side and back, just avoiding the powerful punch.

Tu Shan Ya Ya was startled and reacted quickly by spinning around and throwing a punch backward, trying to catch him off guard. However, Mu Qing Han used the force of his side turn to spin lightly in the air and avoid the attack again. He landed steadily without even kicking up a speck of dust.

"How...how could you dodge?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya stared wide-eyed in shock, her tone filled with disbelief.

"With your current level of magical power, it's impossible for you to see my movements after they've been enhanced by demonic energy!"

She had already pushed her speed to the limit, so logically this human brat should have been forced to passively take the beating.

"I didn't see your movements clearly." Mu Qinghan stood with his sword in hand, his tone still calm. "I only predicted the direction of your attack."

"Predict...predict?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya stood there, her fox ears drooping slightly, clearly not understanding the meaning of those two words.