Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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Ya Ya shook the wine jug, let out a burp, and spoke with a hint of smugness.

"Of course! This is my 'Endless Wine Pot,' meaning endless. Even if you drink here for years, you won't be able to empty it!"

"Holy crap! So awesome?"

Ji Wuji's eyes lit up instantly, and he leaned forward, "Where did you buy this wine pot, sister-in-law? How much did it cost? I want to buy one too, then I won't have to worry about drinking anymore!"

"You are stupid!"

Ya Ya rolled her eyes at him, then hugged the wine jug to her chest as if it were a precious treasure.

"This is my birth treasure; it's been with me since I was born. You can't buy it with money."

"If you can really buy it, I'll just give you this Endless Wine Jug!"

"Oh, that's such a pity..."

Ji Wuji's face fell instantly. He sighed deeply and turned to look at Mu Qinghan beside him. His voice suddenly became sticky and tinged with grievance.

"Qinghan, little brother~ I also want a pot that can hold a lot of wine."

"Could you let me borrow your sister-in-law's for a few days? I promise I'll only put a tiny bit of wine in it, I definitely won't take more!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya froze upon hearing this.

The color drained from his flushed cheeks instantly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and goosebumps crawled down his elbows.

That tone, coupled with Ji Wuji's slightly aggrieved expression, ugh...

She shook her head violently, and her previously muddled consciousness instantly became mostly clear.

The next second, almost instinctively, she reached out and pulled Mu Qinghan, who was still smiling gently beside her, into her arms tightly.

One hand gripped his back, while the other pressed against the back of his head, burying his entire face in his collar, leaving only half of his dark hair showing.

"What do you want to do?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya raised her eyes and glared at Ji Wu Ji, the drunkenness in her eyes completely gone, leaving only full of vigilance.

She looked Ji Wuji up and down, and the more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong.

This guy probably has some kind of weird fetish, right?

The thought had barely formed in her mind when Tu Shan Ya Ya hugged him even tighter, resting her chin on the top of Mu Qing Han's head, directly beginning to "declare her ownership."

Qinghan is mine, and no one is allowed to take her away!

Buried in his arms, Mu Qinghan felt his breath catch in his throat as the girl's fragrance and a faint scent of wine filled his nostrils.

He sighed helplessly and gently patted Tu Shan Ya Ya's waist.

"Ya Ya, relax a little, you can't breathe."

Mu Qinghan's voice came through the fabric, "Brother Ji was just talking nonsense because he was drunk, he didn't mean anything by it."

"Hahaha, you two-armed rascal, look how scared you've made your sister-in-law."

Zhang Zheng, who was standing next to him, laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Just a little bit? At your rate, once you get your hands on it, you won't stop until you've filled a dozen or so jars of strong liquor!"

"Who knows, you might actually cause problems with that wine jug."

He had barely finished speaking when someone gently pinched his cheek.

The force was not strong, and it carried a hint of reproach.

Zhang Zheng turned his head and saw the girl beside him looking at him with a smile in her eyes, her warm breath brushing against his ear.

"Don't use such vulgar language, it's undignified."

Zhang Zheng immediately suppressed his smile, sat up straight obediently, like a child being scolded by a teacher, which made everyone at the table laugh.

"Well... Ji Wuji, you're such a silly little fool."

"What?! You're the idiot!"

Ji Wuji instantly bristled, stiffening his neck as he retorted, his cheeks flushed even redder from the alcohol, "I was just joking, how did that make me an idiot!"

"Hahahaha-"

Sitting in the corner, Deng Qiyue clapped his hands and laughed.

"You guys are disgusting! You treat even arguing like you're flirting!"

Li Quzhuo held his wine glass, shook his head helplessly, turned his head and gently clinked glasses with Yang Yitan beside him, the wine making a crisp sound as it collided.

He looked at the noisy scene around the table, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"I'm truly impressed. You guys are really something else."

The candlelight flickered, the aroma of wine filled the air, and laughter rose and fell around the table. Even Mu Qinghan couldn't help but smile.

Just as he was enjoying his wine, a clear sword cry suddenly rang out in Mu Qinghan's ears.

The sound was like icicles shattering on a jade wall, instantly filling his entire brain, as if isolating him from the surrounding noise.

Mu Qinghan's hand holding the wine glass suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed sharply, and his originally gentle gaze instantly turned sharp.

He quickly looked around.

Zhang Zheng was still whispering and laughing with the fairy, Ji Wuji was rubbing his forehead, Deng Qiyue was lying on the table laughing heartily, and Tu Shan Ya Ya was still clinging to his arm, her eyes full of dependence...

The people at the table were still immersed in their merriment, completely unaware of the sword's cry and showing no sign of anything amiss.

"Is this specifically targeting me?"

Mu Qinghan's mind raced, and a wisp of magical power quietly gathered at his fingertips.

It can accurately transmit the sound of the sword to his ears without alerting anyone.

This mastery of power is by no means ordinary.

He slowly put down his wine glass, the bottom of which lightly touched the table, making a soft sound.

"Everyone, I have something to take care of, I'll be back in a bit."

"Huh? I want to come too!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya immediately realized what was happening and quickly opened her arms, wanting to hug Mu Qing Han.

Mu Qinghan gently grasped her wrist.

He looked into the girl's dependent eyes and softened his voice considerably.

"Ya Ya, be good. Wait here for me. I'll be right back, okay?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya frowned as she looked at his serious eyes, but finally nodded.

Just before he turned around, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and gently kissed his cheek.

The soft touch was fleeting, carrying a faint aroma of wine, instantly silencing the noisy atmosphere at the table.

"Wow--"

Ji Wuji was the first to react, and Zhang Zheng and Deng Qiyue joined in the commotion. Even Wang Quanzui couldn't help but smile.

Mu Qinghan glanced helplessly at Tu Shan Ya Ya, then vanished from the spot in an instant.

All that remained was the boisterous noise from the table, still lingering in the smell of alcohol.

Chapter 154 The Small Village

The sword's cry grew clearer and clearer, like a spring gurgling over rocks, or a dragon's soft roar, its sound swirling around Mu Qinghan's ears.

It led him through layers of trees and finally stopped in front of a village built on the mountainside.

At the entrance of the village stands a statue carved from blue stone, its robes fluttering as if in the wind, and a long sword in its hand pointing diagonally at the ground.

That was a picture of Mu Qinghan holding a long sword, which the villagers spontaneously built to express their gratitude for Mu Qinghan's help.

Beneath the statue, a man in white stood with his hands behind his back.

He was spotless, like the first rays of moonlight in the dappled shadows of the trees.

The man looked up slightly at the statue, a faint smile playing on his lips, his fingertips gently tracing the folds of the stone carving's clothing.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, falling into his eyes and creating shimmering fragments of light.

The light contained an indescribable emotion.

It seems to be recalling a distant past, or perhaps reminiscing about a time that has long since vanished.

Mu Qinghan frowned slightly, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

The man in white was standing right in front of him, only a few feet away, yet he couldn't sense the man's presence at all.

There was no warmth from a stranger, no fluctuations of magical power from a cultivator, and even the sound of the wind blowing through the hem of her clothes was so faint as to be almost nonexistent.

The person in front of him was clearly reflected in his eyes, but his magical perception told him that there were only grass, trees, and stone sculptures in front of him, and no one else.

This strange situation startled Mu Qinghan slightly, but he still steadied himself, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and slowly walked towards the man in white.

The soft rustling of shoes stepping over fallen leaves was especially clear at the quiet village entrance.

"You're here."

The man in white spoke first, his voice gentle and without a trace of awkwardness.

Mu Qinghan stopped and looked at the other person's face.

"Yes, I'm here. Who... are you?"

"Who am I?"

The man in white repeated a sentence in a low voice, his tone tinged with melancholy, as he gently stroked the base of the statue.

"Ah...it's been so long since anyone called my name, so long that...I've almost forgotten it."

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly chuckled softly, a laugh that contained a hint of self-mockery and a touch of relief.

"Haha, it's funny, my name is Mu Yunzhou, and I have the same surname as you."

"The Cloud-Shepherd Boat..."

Mu Qinghan softly uttered the name.