Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

Author: Xin Moyu

Synopsis: [Fox Spirit Matchmaker Fanfiction] [Swordplay Genius] [Single or Dual Heroines?]

The naturally aloof young master of the Mu family only wants to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship and the pinnacle of power in the world.

But one day, after he and his cheap father "killed demons and buried corpses," he encountered a silly fox whose only feature was developed pectoral muscles.

From then on, his ordinary life began to change slightly.

"Leave me alone, you vixen."

"I won't, I'll make you furious."

Chapter 1 My son, Mu Qinghan, has the makings of an alliance leader!

(Sob sob, I'll just write my Fox Spirit Fanfiction instead, I'm too heartbroken.)

Note: The protagonist is a native-born, unpowered, purely talented individual.

(Sweet and not cheap, hehe)

(It's a single female lead, Ya Ya, confirmed.)

"Haha, Brother Mu, is this the legendary sword prodigy from your family?"

A hearty laugh echoed in the courtyard. Wang Quan Shouzhuo stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the little guy in the moon-white outfit in front of him.

"I never expected that your whole family, all practicing body cultivation, would produce a little sword immortal?"

A hint of approval flashed in Wang Quan Shouzhuo's eyes. This little guy... is really good.

The head of the Mu family stroked his beard and chuckled, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Brother Shouzhuo, you flatter me. It's just a child's mischievous practice."

Wang Quan Shouzhuo waved his hand dismissively.

The child before me was only ten years old, his body not yet fully developed, yet he stood straight as a pine tree, like a sharp sword sheathed, its edge concealed.

His pale white outfit accentuated his fair complexion, and his eyes held a calmness rarely seen in a young man, devoid of any childish playfulness or restlessness.

What alarmed Wang Quan Shouzhuo even more was that he could clearly sense the powerful magic contained within the child's body.

Although not as refined as his, his quantity was astonishing, far exceeding that of other cultivators of the same age by several times. Such talent could be described as a prodigy.

What's most precious is this little guy's state of mind.

Facing this top human expert, he showed neither flattery nor fear; his clear eyes remained calm and undisturbed.

It was as if the person standing before them was not a powerful figure who could intimidate a region, but just an ordinary elder.

This composure in the face of danger is something that many cultivators who have practiced for decades cannot achieve.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo was secretly admiring the sight when he saw the white-clad child slightly raise his chin, a sharp glint suddenly flashing in his clear eyes.

"Uncle, you're very strong. Let's have a fight."

As soon as the words were spoken, an invisible sword intent seemed to quietly gather in the courtyard. Although the figure in moon-white was small, it instantly exuded an aura that could not be underestimated.

The head of the Mu family was slightly taken aback, then shook his head helplessly, but did not stop it.

This little guy... is at it again.

A glint flashed in Wang Quan Shouzhuo's eyes, and his previously casual expression became more serious.

He sensed the earnestness in the children's fairy tale, and the sharpness hidden beneath the calm...

Is this kid really that arrogant?

It's so interesting, so incredibly interesting! It's even more interesting than my own eldest child.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo raised an eyebrow, his tone becoming more intrigued.

"Little one, do you know that if you fight me, you could get hurt if you're not careful?"

Upon hearing this, the child in white nodded slightly, but did not budge an inch.

"I am not afraid. Only by fighting against the strong can I know my own shortcomings. Besides, you will not harm my life."

He raised his hand and grasped the small wooden sword hanging at his waist, which he had crafted himself.

Although it wasn't a divine weapon, it was easy for him to use, and he liked it very much.

Seeing this, Wang Quan Shouzhuo laughed loudly: "Good! What a fearless young man! Since you have such a mind, I will spar with you and see just how capable Brother Mu's prodigy really is!"

In the distance, under the corridor, two small figures leaned side by side against the pillars.

The little girl was wearing a long dress and secretly tugged at the sleeve of the boy next to her.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the scene in the center of the courtyard, her voice filled with disbelief.

"Brother, is that kid crazy? How dare he lay a hand on Father?"

Wang Quanba sighed and rubbed his sister's head.

He was a head taller than his sister, and his features already resembled his father's.

"You're actually a few months younger than her, yet you're calling her 'kid' first."

The little girl blushed slightly at what she was told, but she pouted defiantly, her gaze returning to the moon-white figure, the surprise in her eyes gradually turning into curiosity.

"Hehe, but he's really cute! Look at his big eyes, like two big grapes, but his face is so cold."

As she spoke, she secretly pointed her finger at the white-clad child confronting Wang Quanshou in the courtyard.

Wang Quanba followed her gaze, his eyes now showing a hint of scrutiny.

He nodded slightly: "His name is Mu Qinghan, the young master of Uncle Mu's family. I have long heard that he is a sword prodigy, and seeing him today, I can confirm that his reputation is well-deserved."

"Mu Qinghan?"

The little girl tilted her head, read the name aloud, and giggled.

"His name, like his personality, is cold. Brother, do you think Father will go easy on him? I really want to see him wield a sword!"

Before Wang Quanba could respond to his sister's words, a sudden gust of wind arose in the courtyard.

The tranquility surrounding Mu Qinghan was instantly shattered, and the small wooden sword at her waist was drawn from its sheath with a "clang" and held in her fair hand.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his figure suddenly leaped out, leaving only a faint moon-white afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he had already ambushed Wang Quan Shouzhuo.

The wooden sword pierced straight into the opponent's heart!

Wang Quanbaye's pupils suddenly contracted under the corridor, and his hand holding his sister's sleeve tightened involuntarily.

He had been practicing swordsmanship since childhood and was already one of the best among his peers, but in terms of explosive speed alone, he was far inferior to Mu Qinghan.

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Quan Shouzhuo's eyes, but then his smile deepened.

Facing the sword tip so close at hand, he neither dodged nor evaded, but simply shifted his body slightly, easily avoiding the fierce attack. His robes were swept by the wind from the sword, causing slight folds.

How could you dodge that?

Mu Qinghan was shocked, but she did not back down in the slightest.

Using the momentum of his forward charge, he twisted and flipped in mid-air, his wooden sword changing from a thrust to a flick, aiming straight for Wang Quan Shouzhuo's lower body, the moves flowing seamlessly together.

It's quick to react and adapt; it's a good piece of material.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo nodded to himself, his affection for the child growing even stronger.

He neither threw a punch nor drew his sword, but simply raised his large, fan-like hand and casually slapped the child's bottom in Mu Qinghan's direction.

With a "snap," Mu Qinghan felt a strong push, and his whole body drew an arc in the air.

Then, with a "plop," he collapsed onto the bluestone slab in front of the corridor, his wooden sword falling to the side.

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

Despite his disheveled appearance, Mu Qinghan, who was lying on the ground, quickly propped himself up and rubbed his bottom that had been slapped.

Her face remained aloof, showing no trace of shyness.

Wang Quanzui, who was under the corridor, burst out laughing. He quickly covered his mouth with his small hand, and his bright eyes curved into crescents.

Looking at the comical yet adorable scene before him, his shoulders trembled slightly.

Wang Quanba stepped forward quickly, bent down and extended his hand, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Brother Mu, come, let me help you up."

Mu Qinghan looked up at Wang Quanba's outstretched hand, and without hesitation, used the other's strength to stand up and dust off his robes.

He turned to look at Wang Quan Shouzhuo, who was standing with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, and then said to Wang Quan Baye in an extremely serious tone, "Your father is really awesome."

This straightforward and earnest praise surprised Wang Quanba, who was momentarily at a loss for words and could only manage a dry laugh: "Um... my father is indeed quite capable."

The head of the Mu family, who had been looking at Wang Quan Shouzhuo with a smug expression, said, "You used your magic power just now, and Xiao Qinghan almost succeeded in taking advantage of you."

Wang Quan Shouzhuo simply smiled and said, "If you nurture him well, he has a bright future."

"Of course, our whole family treats him like a treasure."

"It should."

The head of the Mu family wanted to say a few more words, but Mu Qinghan spoke up again, "Anyway, he's much more powerful than my father. I haven't seen anyone more powerful than your father yet."

Hearing his "filial son's" words, the head of the Mu family's forehead veins bulged.

"Haha, what a good boy, such a good boy."

Wang Quan Shouzhuo smiled and patted the head of the Mu family on the shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You guy..."

Chapter 2 Childish

Inside the bumpy carriage, several ancient books were piled on the couch.

Mu Qinghan sat cross-legged, holding a yellowed thread-bound book in his hands.