Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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"Besides, with the alliance leader helping to look after things, nothing will go wrong."

After a slight pause, Mu Qinghan lowered his eyes to look at his palm, his brows furrowing slightly.

“I always feel that something is missing from my path, which is why I have been unable to enter the realm of the Demon Emperor.”

"Over the years, I have read countless books and tried various methods, but I still can't find the problem. Perhaps... the answer can be found in the world outside the circle."

As he finished speaking, his eyes brightened, revealing a hint of anticipation.

"However, before I set off, I need to go to the Dongfang family first."

He changed the subject abruptly, his tone becoming serious, "The old master of the Eastern family is getting increasingly ill, and I must take a look at him before I leave."

“No problem!” Deng Qiyue replied immediately, his tense body relaxing and a hearty smile spreading across his face.

He raised his hand and patted the table. "Then let's go back and prepare. Make sure our weapons and pills are all accounted for. Qinghan, once you're done on your end, send a message and we'll set off immediately!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned and walked out, his steps light and eager.

The others nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with anticipation.

With the long-awaited goal within reach, even the air seemed to be filled with a sense of jubilation.

Wang Quanba raised his hand and pressed the sword at his waist. The scabbard clicked softly, revealing a sharp edge.

Li Zizai grabbed the wine jug on the table, tilted his head back and took another sip, a wild smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "Perfect, watch me take the head of that creature from outside the circle with a single sword strike from a thousand meters away!"

Mu Qinghan looked at the spirited crowd and smiled faintly.

The next second, his figure vanished from the spot and headed towards the Dongfang family.

In the dimly lit side hall, the flickering candlelight cast a distorted and menacing shadow of Jin Renfeng.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and the laughter that escaped his throat was hoarse and manic, "Hahaha—old man, you're finally going to die! Finally... finally this day has come!"

He paced back and forth, his eyes gleaming with greed, as if he had already grasped everything in the Dongfang family in his hands.

"As long as I obtain the Eastern Spirit Blood, I can become the true God of Fire!"

"At that time, I will be the strongest being in this world! Mu Qinghan and Wang Quan Shouzhuo will all be defeated opponents in front of me!"

His tone suddenly turned sinister, and Jin Renfeng gritted his teeth as he uttered the name, his voice filled with resentment and bitterness.

"And that traitor Dongfang Huaizhu! All these years I've tried every means to please her, given her rare magical treasures, and served her faithfully, but she's always treated me with cold indifference!"

"But if that king had only called her name once, she would eagerly fawn over him!"

He stopped abruptly, his eyes filled with malice, his voice low but brimming with a chilling desire.

"Just you wait! You all just wait! Soon, you and your sister Dongfang Qinlan will both be mine... mine!"

"Your what?"

A cold voice rang out from behind without warning, like a block of ice thrown into boiling oil, instantly extinguishing Jin Renfeng's arrogance.

He froze, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his robes on his back.

Jin Renfeng shouted sharply, subconsciously gathering his magical power. Crimson flames surged in his palm as he prepared to strike the source of the sound.

Before he could make a move, a cool hand suddenly patted his shoulder.

The force was extremely light, yet felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, instantly sealing off all the meridians in his body. No matter how he tried to activate his magic power, it was as if it had been frozen, and he could no longer use even a trace of it.

"How...how did you get in?!"

Jin Renfeng turned his neck in alarm, and finally the figure of the person in front of him came into view.

Mu Qinghan stood beside him, her expression indifferent, her gaze fixed on his stiff palm, her tone flat.

"Oh... this little box in your hand, is it the poison you gave to the old patriarch of the Dongfang family? That saves me the trouble of checking it."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Qinghan reached out and easily took the black wooden box with dark patterns from Jin Renfeng's stiff palm.

He pinched the edge of the box between his fingertips, gently turning and playing with it, his dark eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

But that calm demeanor, in Jin Renfeng's eyes, was more chilling than any angry expression.

The candlelight in the side hall flickered violently. Jin Renfeng looked at the poison box in Mu Qinghan's hand and felt the complete severance of his magical power. His teeth began to chatter uncontrollably.

His plan, which he had been scheming for many years, was easily thwarted at this moment, leaving him no room to resist.

Mu Qinghan held the black wooden box and gently lifted the lid with his fingertips.

The box was lined with snow-white velvet, on which lay several glistening white pills. There was no strange smell when you got close. He picked up one with his fingertips, examined it for a moment by the candlelight, and his tone was unreadable.

"Ah... colorless and odorless... even magic can't detect anything unusual, no wonder those doctors couldn't find the cause for so long."

He tossed the pills back into the box, and the lid clicked shut.

Looking up at Jin Renfeng, whose face was deathly pale, Mu Qinghan's tone remained calm, "Alright, I understand your methods. You... go to hell."

"No! Don't kill me!"

Jin Renfeng roared with all his might, his voice distorted with fear, "I am the eldest brother of the Dongfang family! I have done so much for the Dongfang family, you have no right to kill me!"

He shouted and tried to move his body backward, but his legs were already nailed to the spot by fear, and he couldn't muster any strength.

Before he could finish his explanation, his words were abruptly cut off by a terrifying pressure that suddenly descended upon him.

That power was like a mountain high in the sky, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression, and instantly enveloped the entire side hall.

Jin Renfeng felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his chest tightly, making it extremely difficult to breathe, and his body was uncontrollably thrown towards the ground.

With a muffled thud, he was pressed firmly onto the cold floor tiles.

The pressure continued to intensify, and the floor tiles cracked beneath him in a spiderweb-like pattern. The excruciating pain from his bones and muscles being squeezed spread throughout his body along his nerves.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Jin Renfeng let out a shrill scream, his voice filled with despair, but the scream quickly became weak.

Because his ribs had begun to break, his internal organs were gradually shattering under the invisible pressure, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose, staining the ground in front of him red.

After an unknown amount of time, the screams completely disappeared, leaving only a heavy silence in the side hall.

Jin Renfeng's original form had long since disappeared, leaving only a thin, blurry piece of flesh on the ground, without even a trace of identification.

Mu Qinghan glanced down at the pool of flesh and blood, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Let it rot here..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved slightly and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The candlelight in the side hall flickered a few times before finally settling back to a steady flame.

It was as if the bloody cleanup had never happened.

Chapter 56 Meet again

"So... what kind of poison is this?"

The old patriarch of the Eastern family, lying on the couch, had a pale, ashen face and breathed barely a whisper. Even the brocade quilt covering him could not suppress the deathly aura emanating from his very bones.

"Can you...cure it?"

Standing to the side, Dongfang Qinlan's eyes were red and swollen, and she held her father's cold wrist tightly with one hand, as if she could keep that last bit of life if she held on tight enough.

The old physician, with his white hair and beard and deeply lined face, was a living advertisement for medicine in the Dao Alliance for decades. Elders and patriarchs of large families would call on him to make house calls if they were ill.

At this moment, he remained silent for a long time in front of the silver needles before slowly shaking his head, his voice full of solemnity: "This is the Soul-Destroying Powder, something that should have disappeared fifty years ago."

"Ecstasy Powder?"

Mu Qinghan's brows furrowed suddenly, as if he had seen it once before in an ancient book he was reading.

"Back then, because it was too insidious and vicious, the previous leader strictly ordered the destruction of all the prescriptions, and even the medicinal materials used in the preparation were forbidden to be harvested. I never expected... that it would reappear."

The old doctor put the silver needles back into the brocade box.

"Damn it... Jin Renfeng!"

Dongfang Huaizhu clenched her fist tightly, her nails digging deep into her palm, the taste of blood filling her mouth.

"If it weren't for poverty... my father probably..."

"You bastard!" Dongfang Qinlan's cries suddenly rose, tears falling to the ground like beads from a broken string.

"Father kindly took him in and trained him as his personal disciple, but he repaid kindness with enmity and used such a vicious method to harm Father. He is worse than an animal!"

"So, are you... able to cure it?"

"Hey, you little rascal, you're so rude."

The old physician sighed, pointed to the old patriarch of the Eastern family lying on the bed, and said in a heavy voice.

"The old patriarch of the Dongfang family has poison all over his body, and his meridians are riddled with holes. The fact that he is still breathing is a miracle, thanks to the magic he has used for decades to protect his heart meridian."

He paused, looked at the three of them, and slowly added, "Within the human realm, no one can cure this Soul-Destroying Powder, unless... you go to Tushan to find that person."

"The Demon Clan's Healing Saint - Cui Yuling".

The old doctor spoke the name with a hint of reverence.

"Her medical skills are extraordinary. Not to mention the Soul-Destroying Powder, she can even bring someone back from the brink of death."

"Tushan... But why would they save my father, a powerful human?"

Dongfang Qinlan's voice was filled with despair.

The gap between the demon race and the human race is very deep. As a pillar of the Dao Alliance, his father is a figure that the demon race fears. How could Cui Yuling possibly save him?

"Waaaah... I don't want to be without a father! Please, Brother Mu, save my father! You're so powerful, you can definitely do it! Please, please..."

Dongfang Qinlan could no longer hold on and suddenly knelt down in front of Mu Qinghan. Her knees hit the bluestone slab with a crisp sound, and her small body trembled slightly from crying.

Seeing this, Dongfang Huaizhu subconsciously bent her knees slightly, preparing to kneel down as well.

She knew it was wrong to pressure Mu Qinghan like this. Although Mu Qinghan had a relationship with the Dongfang family, he had no obligation to risk his own safety for his father.

But... but that's her father, the father who protected her and her sister since they were little. She can't just watch him die.

Mu Qinghan slightly raised his fingertips, and with a fluctuation of magical power, Dongfang Huaizhu was no longer able to kneel down.

He didn't look at her reddened eyes; his gaze passed over her and landed on Dongfang Guyue, who was breathing weakly on the bed. His voice was calm.

"It doesn't have to be this way."