Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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Her laughter rolled out from deep in her throat, like rusty gears turning.

"Little thing, you'd better think hard and come up with something useful, otherwise... I'll eat you right now."

Before he finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook violently.

The body of lust suddenly swelled up like an inflated balloon, its skin cracking inch by inch, dark purple scales protruding from under its skin, bone spurs piercing its spine, and a fox tail several meters long with barbs swept across, instantly smashing the surrounding stone pillars to pieces.

In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a colossal beast tens of meters tall, its scarlet eyes burning hotter than magma. It raised its enormous claws, its nails easily piercing the Black Fox Queen's shoulder, lifting her into the air.

The Black Fox Queen's scream was stuck in her throat, her broken body dripping blood continuously, and all that remained in her sight was the twisted and enormous face of lust.

"Ahhh! No, don't eat me, sir... I, I remember!"

Her survival instinct overcame the excruciating pain, and her voice was broken and hurried.

The Black Fox Queen trembled in the palm of lust.

"He...his name is Mu Qinghan...he carries the aura of Tushan!"

Lustful fingernails tightened suddenly, and a crisp "crack" came from the Black Fox Queen's shoulder blades, as if they were about to shatter completely in the next second.

She looked down at the person in her palm, writhing in pain, but the curve of her lips became increasingly eerie as her dark purple tongue lightly licked her sharp teeth.

"The Bitter Love Tree? This information is worthless."

The Black Fox Queen's consciousness ebbed and flowed amidst excruciating pain, with only one thought screaming wildly in her mind.

Damn it! What do I have to say to survive?!

I don't want to die, I can't die!

Her claws flailed wildly, but they couldn't even touch the scales of desire, only managing to splatter a few drops of blood in vain.

"You're actually that scared?"

The voice of lust suddenly softened, carrying a coaxing gentleness, but the scarlet in the eyes burned even hotter, "Then I'll eat you now, that'll give you a quick death."

"No...no!"

The fear of death gripped the Black Fox Queen's heart instantly, and she screamed as if she had grasped at a lifeline.

"Oh! That's right! I left a mark on him! If he gets close to me, I can sense his location!"

The erotic movements abruptly ceased, the massive head tilted slightly, and a hint of interest flashed in its scarlet eyes.

"A... mark? Even I couldn't leave a mark on him, how did you manage it?"

"It's blood!"

The Black Fox Queen was breathing heavily, fearing that she would be torn to pieces if she was even a second late.

"When I was controlling his companions, their weapons were covered in bits of my body!"

"When his companion accidentally injured him, my mark was implanted into his body through his blood!"

"A mark that is a part of one's own body?"

Lust chuckled softly, the sound so loud it made the surrounding air tremble, and the dark purple scales gleamed with a cold light.

"Hehe—Little fox, you're so clever."

"Well... I guess I'll hold off on eating you for now. Who knows... you might be of great use in the future."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

The Black Fox Queen hurriedly kowtowed, her broken body trembling uncontrollably in the palm of lust.

"Okay, get lost."

Lust loosened its grip, and the Black Fox Queen crashed heavily to the ground. She didn't even glance at her again. Her enormous body began to slowly shrink, the dark purple light faded, and she transformed back into human form.

"I'm going to find the Lord."

She raised her hand to wipe away the bloodstains from her fingertips, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.

That little guy named Mu Qinghan is very special. Not only is he extremely talented, but he even managed to bring out the monkey that had been dormant for many years.

According to the rules, she had to tell the Lord about his existence, but she had another thought in her mind.

It would be really interesting to secretly capture him and turn him into a puppet that belongs only to me.

Chapter 115 The Longing for Peace

Mu Qinghan put his arm around Tu Shan Ya Ya's waist and said in a low voice, "Ya Ya, I have to go to the Dao Alliance to take care of some things. It will probably take a few days. Do you... want to stay here, or... go back?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya was leaning against him, fiddling with the ends of her hair. Upon hearing this, she paused, and a tuft of hair on the tip of her ear trembled slightly.

She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the morning light. "Are you getting busy already?"

Her fingertips slid slowly down the veins of his wrist, finally resting on the back of his hand and gently clasping it.

"Hmm... So, do you want me to stay here or go back?"

"I... am fine with anything."

Mu Qinghan's voice remained calm, but the arm around her waist tightened slightly.

As the fabric rubbed together, their body temperatures completely mingled. He could even clearly feel her steady heartbeat gradually syncing with his own slightly faster rhythm.

Tu Shan Ya Ya suddenly laughed out loud, and gently poked his tense jawline with her fingertip.

"Your mouth and body are not the same... You're still very reluctant to part with me, aren't you?"

She knew his habits all too well; the more nonchalant he pretended to be, the more honest his body language became.

Mu Qinghan did not refute, but simply looked down at the smile in her eyes.

"alright."

Tu Shan Ya Ya reached out and rubbed his brow, smoothing out the furrowed brow.

"I haven't been home for a few days, my sisters must be worried. You go ahead and do your work, come find me when you're done, or... I'll come find you?"

Mu Qinghan's tone suddenly turned serious, and he gripped her wrist tighter, his eyes filled with seriousness.

"If you contact me, you might get hurt."

"Many people in the Dao Alliance are unaware of our relationship and are very hostile towards the demon race."

"Therefore, in human territory, you must always be under my sight."

Tu Shan Ya Ya was amused by his nervous appearance. "Look how nervous you are. I'm not a weakling. I'm a great demon king."

She raised her hand and made a fist, her eyes filled with pride, as if she was about to unleash an ice spell to prove herself.

"There are also humans..."

Mu Qinghan wanted to mention more examples of powerful cultivators, but Tu Shan Yaya covered his mouth with her hand.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

She moved closer, her eyes full of accommodation, and her voice softened.

"Then, my husband, would you please send me back to Tushan first?"

The last syllable rose slightly, carrying a hint of coquetry.

Seeing the smile flickering in Tu Shan Ya Ya's eyes, Mu Qing Han opened his mouth.

He finally just nodded slightly, his voice even softer.

He reached out and turned Tu Shan Ya Ya around so that she was facing him, then tightened his arms and held her firmly in his embrace.

As he lowered his head, the tip of his nose brushed against the top of her soft hair, carrying a faint, cool fragrance, before slowly covering her lips.

Tu Shan Ya Ya's eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn't expected him to suddenly kiss her, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

But in an instant, she closed her eyes, raised her arms to wrap around his neck, and gently met his gaze.

As their lips met, even the air seemed to warm up, and the lingering scent of pine from last night was now infused with a unique fragrance belonging to each other.

After a long while, their lips parted with a faint sound.

Mu Qinghan did not immediately let go of her, but instead lowered his head and kissed her forehead again, as if making a solemn promise.

He gazed at her blushing face for a few seconds before slowly releasing his grip, getting up, and walking to the clothes rack to change.

"Let's grab some breakfast and then head out."

He paused as he picked up his robe, and when he turned to look at her, the coldness in his eyes had been replaced by tenderness.

Tu Shan Ya Ya sat on the edge of the bed, her fingertips lightly touching her lips. Upon hearing this, her eyes curved into a smile, and her voice was sweet and soft.

Tu Shan Honghong rested her fingertips on the rim of the cup, her gaze fixed on the person opposite her.

Tu Shan Rongrong was slowly and methodically squeezing sweet sauce onto the osmanthus cake with a silver spoon.

She raised an eyebrow slightly. "Rongrong, aren't you worried about Yaya?"

Rongrong paused, outlining the last bit of sweet sauce into a small crescent shape, before looking up at Honghong.

Her eyes curved into a smile. "Are you worried about Sister Ya Ya? No need."

"With that kid by her side, no one in this world can hurt her."

"You have that much confidence in that kid?"

Red fingertips gently caressed the inside of the cup.

"Confidence doesn't come from nowhere."

Rongrong picked up the osmanthus cake dipped in sweet sauce, took a small bite, and the sweetness melted on her tongue.

"My cultivation is inferior to my sister's; I can only vaguely sense the power in his aura."

"But as a fellow Demon Emperor, my sister should know very well what that guy's true strength is, right?"

"If the killing intent hidden deep within his sword aura were to fully erupt, do you think anyone in this world could withstand it?"

Honghong remained silent for a moment upon hearing this, the image of Mu Qinghan drawing his sword flashing through her mind.

That sword energy pierced the sky with a single strike, seemingly capable of severing all obstacles in the world.

She shook her head gently, her tone carrying a hint of seriousness.

"His sword energy is too fierce and extremely sharp; we cannot take it head-on."