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"After all, we share the same bloodline. My child... might inherit your swordsmanship talent from our family!"
"Although... no one in the family used to wield a sword..."
As he spoke, he reached out and patted Mu Qinghan on the back.
Mu Qinghan took a deep breath and remained silent, only silently increasing her speed.
"So cold and desolate..."
Mu Shenqi's voice suddenly softened, carrying a hint of inexplicable worry.
"What kind of wife do you think you'll marry in the future? I'm really, really afraid that you won't want to get married and will only want to cultivate..."
"If you don't have any offspring, then you've really wasted your talent! When I said my child was a genius before, I was just bragging, but if you have children... then those are the real geniuses!"
"Brother, you're drunk, don't talk."
This time, Mu Qinghan finally couldn't help but speak, her voice tinged with helplessness.
However… whenever the word “wife” was mentioned, Tu Shan Ya Ya’s clear eyes inexplicably flashed into his mind.
There's no need for Mu Shenqi to worry about this; he... has his own decisions.
"I'm not drunk!"
Mu immediately retorted, but his voice was very weak.
"I'm perfectly lucid... I can still talk to you... talk all night long..."
Before he could finish speaking, his voice gradually faded, his breathing became long and even, and he leaned against Mu Qinghan's back, drifting off to sleep.
Mu Qinghan felt the weight on his back gradually stabilize and shook his head helplessly.
He looked up at the snow falling all around him, then lightened his pace and walked steadily towards home.
Snowflakes landed half an inch around Mu Qinghan, only to be repelled by an invisible barrier, preventing even a trace of cold air from penetrating.
He carried the drowsy Mu Shenqi on his back, each step he took on the snow felt exceptionally solid, the "crunch" sound particularly clear in the silent night.
The snowfall was light, and the thin layer of fresh snow couldn't cover the fresh footprints. A long trail of footprints followed his steps, winding across the white snow like a dark ink mark.
I don't know if it was snow falling from the branches or some other sound mixed in with the wind and snow.
Mu Qinghan abruptly stopped, and the gentle magical power around him instantly became sharp. A powerful wave of magical power spread out from him, like an invisible net, instantly enveloping the entire forest.
The snowflakes that were still falling from the sky suddenly stopped in mid-air, and even the wind seemed to stop. Only Mu Shenqi's breathing on his back remained long and steady.
"If you don't come out in three seconds, you'll die."
His voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion, yet carrying an extreme sense of oppression.
As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword at his waist was drawn with a clang, its silver blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
As the sword was raised, the still snowflakes in the sky suddenly split open in the middle, and even a withered leaf falling from a branch not far away was silently split in two the moment it touched the sword energy.
Immediately afterwards, countless condensed sword energies overflowed from the blade, weaving together to form a transparent prison that firmly trapped the entire forest, preventing even a single bird from escaping.
He began to count down, his voice flat, his fingers tightening slightly around the hilt of the sword, making the blade seem even colder.
The surroundings remained silent, with only snowflakes still hanging in mid-air, creating an eerie stillness.
Mu Qinghan slowly drew half of the sword blade out. The blood-red knot tied to the hilt swayed gently in the snowy night, like a dancing flame, creating a dazzling contrast with the icy chill around him.
He parted his lips slightly, a deadly move already brewing: "The Ultimate Dao..."
"Wait, wait, wait! You didn't even count to one!"
A panicked sound suddenly came from the woods, accompanied by the rustling of leaves.
A figure stumbled out, having just felt a slight threat to his life.
Is it going to be a killer move right from the start?!
Is this the fighting style of young people nowadays?
Mu Qinghan paused, the sword blade hovering in mid-air, his magical power still swirling around him. "You are..."
"The Demon Emperor of Beishan?"
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We sing... the song of time...
Only now do we understand why we hug each other...
Chapter 90 Princess
"So...why did you come to see me?"
Shi Kuan's Adam's apple bobbed. "Do you still remember what you promised me back then?"
Mu Qinghan nodded, and the magical power around him suddenly solidified a bit. "What do you want me to do for you?"
"I will not do anything that would harm the interests of the human race."
"If it's something heinous, I might just leave you here. You... have you thought it through?"
"Cough cough cough-"
Shi Kuan coughed violently, choked by his blunt words. He glared at Mu Qinghan and said, "You brat, you're really arrogant."
"However... you do have the qualifications to step into the realm of the Demon Emperor with a human body, breaking common sense. I still don't know how you did it."
"Actually... what I asked you for help with wasn't anything big."
"So... what exactly do you want?"
"I... want you to help me find a wife."
After saying this, he slowly took two steps forward, his previously tense lips parting into a slightly naive smile.
Mu Qinghan was taken aback, then helplessly rubbed his forehead.
"If you're looking for a wife, go find one in your Northern Mountain demon clan's territory. Why are you here? I don't know any female demons."
"You don't actually want to find a human to be your wife, do you?"
He paused for a moment after speaking, as if he had thought of something, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He took half a step forward, his gaze fixed intently on Shi Kuan.
"You...you're not looking for someone to continue your predestined relationship through reincarnation, are you? Has your wife's reincarnation led you this far?"
Shi Kuan was stunned when Shi Kuan's thoughts were exposed. Then, as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders, he scratched his head and chuckled.
"You're so smart! Sigh, if I wasn't afraid she'd be scared if she saw me, I wouldn't have had the nerve to come looking for you..."
"With you here, you can always help me find out, and that will make her less wary, right?"
"Then why don't you go to the matchmaker of Tushan? They are the best at handling matters of reincarnation and continuation of predestined relationships, and their methods are much more reliable than mine."
Shi Kuan's smile faded slightly, and his voice deepened: "My wife has been reincarnated into your Dao Alliance."
“You also know the rules of the Dao Alliance. If a demon enters, even an ordinary great demon king will be chopped into mincemeat by the swarming Daoists.”
"Those fox demons were probably captured before they even entered the Dao Alliance and sold to the Heavenly Immortal Academy. No, since you destroyed the Heavenly Immortal Academy, they should have just been killed."
Mu Qinghan was speechless for a moment.
The Dao Alliance's hostility towards the demon race is deeply ingrained.
Even though his presence has eased the relationship between humans and demons in recent years, the core area remains a forbidden zone for demons.
He really hadn't expected the demon race to swagger into the core area of the Dao Alliance.
“Tu Shan Hong Hong would never force her way into the Dao Alliance for my sake. Even a Demon Emperor would be seriously injured if he tried to force his way in; it’s not worth the risk for me.”
Mu Qinghan frowned slightly; he had forgotten all of that.
He looked up at Shi Kuan, his tone softening slightly.
"How do you want me to help you? By directly luring her out of the Dao Alliance?"
"But neither of you has any memories of your past life. Even if you meet again, how can you continue your relationship?"
Shi Kuan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had been waiting for these words. He smiled and reached behind him, pulling out two palm-sized wooden hammers from his wide robe.
The hammerhead was polished smooth and warm, and looked quite exquisite.
Mu Qinghan stared at the wooden hammer, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "A wooden hammer? You want to knock me out and take me back? Relying on time to develop feelings?" (Seriously, no offense intended.)
Am I that kind of demon?
Shi Kuan hurriedly held the wooden hammer in front of him.
"This is the Dream Hammer, a magical artifact I borrowed from Tushan. It can awaken my wife's and my past life memories."
"You don't need to do anything else, just help me calm her down and make sure she doesn't get nervous when she sees me."
"Then have her sit facing me, and use this Dream Hammer to hit both of our heads at the same time."
Mu Qinghan gripped the wooden handle of the wooden hammer with her fingertips.
His wrist felt slightly heavy, and he gently lifted it up; it was neither too light nor too heavy, and felt quite good.
He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Shi Kuan's face. Seeing the expectation on his face, Mu Qinghan shook his head helplessly.
"Okay, I'll give it a try." His voice was flat and even.
"Hahaha—that's great!"
Shi Kuan slapped his thigh hard, so hard that the short stone next to him shook.
"After this is done, I'll try my best to satisfy whatever you want! Gold and silver jewelry, or rare medicinal herbs, just name it!"
Mu Qinghan interrupted him, "You just need to maintain a certain friendly attitude towards humans."
"Hahaha, what's so difficult about that!"
Shi Kuan waved his hand, his tone resolute, "As long as they don't provoke me or cause trouble on my turf, I absolutely won't do anything to them!"
Mu Qinghan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the unconscious Mu Shenqi on the ground. "Alright, do you know which family she was reincarnated into, or what her name is in this life?"
"Her name is Butai."
Shi Kuan paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if recalling details.