Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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"Your movements are too exaggerated. Before each move, there are obvious signs of tension in your shoulders, neck, waist and abdomen. Your desire to attack is written all over your body, making you too easy to catch."

Mu Qinghan spoke slowly, his words straightforward yet precise.

"You only focus on increasing strength, but you haven't refined the details of your movements. Every move you make is just about being powerful, but you've lost your agility."

He paused, his gaze falling on the lingering chill emanating from Tu Shan Ya Ya, and added.

“You are not suited for the path of strength. Compared to brute force, the cold aura you initially emitted was more refined and more in line with your demonic power attribute. That is the path you should take.”

"Cold...cold air? You..."

Tu Shan Ya Ya stood there blankly, staring at the boy who was half a head shorter than her.

His words were exactly the same as what his sister usually advised him to say!

Over the years, she has always tried to catch up with her sister and deliberately imitated her sister's fierce fighting style.

After all, her older sister was the Demon Emperor who dominated the demon race. Her powerful punches and domineering aura were what she longed for most.

Her older sister had advised her more than once that her demonic power was more yin and cold, and that she shouldn't force herself to learn her own power.

But she always felt that only those who possessed unparalleled power like her sister could be considered true strongmen.

But these words, coming from the mouth of a human child, inexplicably struck a nerve with her.

How could he understand these things? He's just a human child!

Tu Shan Ya Ya was still standing there in a daze, her mind a mess, while Mu Qing Han had already put away his wooden sword and turned to walk towards the carriage not far away.

"Dad, I'm going to sleep now. Wake me up when we get there."

Tu Shan Ya Ya snapped back to reality, staring at his decisive back. She was stunned for a moment, then put her hands on her hips and raised her voice, her tone full of sarcasm.

"You're not playing anymore? You're just admitting defeat? Weren't you so talkative just now?"

Mu Qinghan paused as he opened the car door, then turned to look at her with a calm and composed expression, showing no sign of awkwardness.

"Well, if you use your full strength, I really can't beat you right now."

The straightforward admission stunned Tu Shan Ya Ya. The scene she had anticipated, where the other party would stubbornly argue and make excuses, did not occur at all. This frank attitude left her momentarily at a loss for words.

Before she could react, Mu Qinghan added a sentence, his tone calm but with the unique certainty of a young man.

"However, I am still young and have not been cultivating for long. In another year, you will no longer be my match."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down and climbed into the carriage, lowered the curtain, and shut out everything outside.

Tu Shan Ya Ya was left standing there, looking at the tightly closed carriage curtain, her fox ears twitching with anger, yet she also felt inexplicably...

This kid's words don't seem like he's really bragging.

This is infuriating...

"Alright, my dear son, let's go."

Old Man Mu watched his son get into the carriage, and then he followed him in.

With a whistle, the intelligent horse started running again, heading towards the destination it remembered.

Behind them, Tu Shan Ya Ya clenched her fists tightly, stomped her foot, and then walked back towards Tu Shan.

I'm not playing anymore, it's boring.

Inside the carriage, Mu Qinghan, who was sitting upright, was still flipping through the ancient book. As he looked at it, the image of the fox spirit's embarrassed expression suddenly appeared in his mind.

He felt inexplicably happy, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"What's wrong, son? Did you see something interesting?"

"Hmm? No, I was just thinking of something interesting."

Chapter 8 Old Mother Mu: Do you want a wife as a gift?

As the carriage arrived at the entrance of the Mu family compound, Mu Qinghan had just jumped off when a figure rushed over in a flurry of activity.

Mu Qinghan instinctively tried to dodge, but was firmly embraced by a pair of warm arms.

"My dear son, you're finally back!"

Mu Qinghan's mother hugged him tightly, took a deep breath in the crook of his neck, and then let out a long sigh of bliss.

"Ah~ That feels so good~"

"Mother, can't you be normal for once?"

Mu Qinghan was so tightly hugged that she could hardly breathe. Helplessly, she patted her mother's back and tried to break free.

"Hehehe, there's nothing I can do about it."

Grandma Mu let go of him, but then cupped his face in her hands, leaned in and took another deep breath, her eyes curving into crescents.

"Who can blame us for our handsome little Qinghan, who also has a faint scent of herbs and trees? He's just too adorable!"

She completely ignored Old Man Mu, who stood to the side with his arms outstretched and a hopeful expression on his face, as if he were invisible.

"Waaaah, my wife, I want a hug too! I want to get a good, full breath of her!"

Old Man Mu approached his wife with a pitiful look on his face, trying to get closer to her.

"Get out of here! You stink!"

Without turning her head, Grandma Mu waved her hand and pushed Grandpa Mu aside with a look of disgust.

"Go wash up in the backyard right now, or you won't be getting into the room tonight!"

Old Man Mu hung his head, looking like a big mutt, and walked dejectedly to the backyard. As he passed his son, he didn't forget to give him an envious look.

What's there to envy?

Mu Qinghan was speechless and frowned at his father.

"Mother, where is my brother?"

Mu Qinghan took the opportunity to change the subject and at the same time broke free from her mother's embrace.

As is customary, his energetic older brother should have jumped out to hug him long ago, but today the yard was quiet and there was no one in sight.

"Your brother went out with his friends and said he'll be back later."

Grandma Mu waved her hand dismissively, then her eyes lit up. She leaned close to Mu Qinghan with a mysterious air, rubbing her hands together and smiling.

"Let's put him aside for now, hehehe, little Qinghan, guess what wonderful gift your mother has prepared for you?"

Mu Qinghan frowned and pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked, "A precious sword?"

"Huh? What would you need that cold stuff for? No." Old Mrs. Mu immediately shook her head.

"White clothes?" He guessed again—he usually loved wearing plain white clothes.

“Hmm…you already have a mountain of white clothes in your closet, so let’s not buy this for now.” Old Mrs. Mu denied it again, her smile widening.

"What is that?" Mu Qinghan couldn't guess and couldn't help but ask.

Grandma Mu clapped her hands and proudly announced, "Hahaha, she's a beautiful and lovely young wife!"

"Pfft! Cough cough cough..."

No sooner had he said that than Old Man Mu, who had just poured himself a cup of cool tea to soothe his throat, spat out a mouthful of tea, choking on it and patting his chest as he rushed over in shock.

"What's going on?! My son already has a daughter-in-law? How come I didn't know about such a big thing? When did you secretly arrange this?"

"Wife?" Mu Qinghan was also stunned, then helplessly rubbed his forehead, "Mom, I'm only ten years old."

"Oh, so what if she's ten? Ten is the age when she's in the prime of her life. It would be great to arrange a marriage between them and let them develop their relationship!"

Grandma Mu said with a self-righteous look, "If you wait any longer, all the good girls will be snatched up by others, and you'll be a bachelor forever!"

Mu Qinghan's lips twitched as he looked at his serious-looking mother and couldn't help but complain.

"Mom, do you want to listen to what you're saying?"

"Oh, my dear son, don't worry!"

Grandma Mu patted her chest and assured her, her eyes sparkling, "The young wife I picked for you is a girl that's one in a hundred!"

"She has an exceptionally beautiful face, like a porcelain doll, even more beautiful than a fairy in a painting. Moreover, she has first-rate talent, showing extraordinary potential for cultivation at such a young age. You definitely won't be at a disadvantage!"

Looking at his wife's confident demeanor, Old Man Mu was both angry and helpless, and frowned as he spoke.

"My dear wife, shouldn't you discuss this with me before making a decision? I am, after all, Qinghan's father. How can I not know about my son's life-long affairs?"

Seeing that Old Man Mu was really angry, Old Woman Mu immediately put away her smug expression.

With her head slightly lowered, like a little girl who had made a mistake, she moved closer to him, gently hugged his arm, and softened her voice.

"Oh, my husband, didn't I mention it to you before? It was when we visited the Qing family last time. You praised their little princess for being so clever and said you wished we had a girl like her. Have you forgotten?"

Old Man Mu's anger subsided considerably after she shook his arm. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that there really was such a thing.

He scratched his head, puzzled, and asked, "Huh? So you actually know? The young lady of the Qing family?"

Grandma Mu's eyes lit up and she immediately replied, "It's that Qingmu Yuan, the apple of the Qing family's eye, and she's a good match for our family."

"I've already spoken with the Qing family head. Once the children are a bit older, we'll let them meet and get to know each other better!"

"Hiss... Aoki Hime?"

Old Man Mu smacked his lips, a hint of approval in his eyes.

"So it's that girl. I remember her. The last time I saw her, she was so young but so composed and polite. She had delicate features and was quite talented. She was indeed a good girl."

He turned to look at Mu Qinghan, his tone somewhat consultative, "Little Qinghan, what do you think?"

"Not interested in."

Mu Qinghan didn't even lift his eyelids, only glancing indifferently at his cheap father.

"I'm going back now, I'm a little tired."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards his small courtyard, his back view revealing a sense of detachment, showing no concern for this "childhood betrothal".

Watching her son's decisive figure disappear at the gate, Old Mrs. Mu felt uneasy. She cautiously tugged at Old Mr. Mu's sleeve, her eyes filled with worry.

"Honey, do you think... Xiao Qinghan is angry? Should I have taken the liberty of bringing this up?"

"Sigh, you."