Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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What wrong did Mu Qinghan do in helping him?

"Father, they want to capture her and sell her to the Celestial Academy. I don't believe you don't know what the Celestial Academy is!"

"I don't believe you didn't know that the family elders were involved!"

Wang Quan Shouzhuo's pupils contracted slightly. He paused for a moment, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes as he looked at Wang Quan Baye.

"You did something you dared not do?"

Wang Quan Shouzhuo had already stood before Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye, his eyes sharp as knives.

"So, you also want to break the rules of the Dao Alliance?"

Before he finished speaking, the Wangquan Sword at his waist was suddenly drawn, its cold blade pressed against Wangquan Baye's neck.

"I'm asking you a question!"

His voice was authoritative, and with a slight force applied to the blade, he cut a small bloodstain.

Wang Quanba felt a sharp pain in his neck, but he did not flinch. Meeting his father's gaze, his stubbornness remained undiminished, he replied, word by word, "So what if it is!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

A sudden burst of laughter erupted in the council chamber.

With a "hum," the Wangquan Sword in Wangquan Shouzhuo's hand returned to its sheath, and the suffocatingly terrifying aura suddenly subsided, as if it had never existed.

He looked at Wang Quanba, whose neck was injured but whose spine remained straight. The fierce look in his eyes had faded, replaced by an undisguised sense of satisfaction.

Even his gray beard trembled slightly with his smile.

"Good child, my good child!"

Wang Quan Shouzhu patted Wang Quan Baye on the shoulder, his tone full of approval.

"As your father today, I am truly proud of you!"

Wang Quanba stood there, stunned, the stinging pain in his neck still lingering, his face full of bewilderment.

Wang Quanzui, who was standing to the side, slowly raised his head, his almond-shaped eyes wide open, looking at his father whose attitude had suddenly changed, his eyes full of doubt.

How come the father, who was pointing his sword at his brother just a moment ago, is suddenly laughing?

Meeting the puzzled gazes of his two children, Wang Quan Shouzhuo raised his eyebrows slightly and revealed a gentle smile.

He reached out and gently rubbed Wang Quanba's head, then patted Wang Quanzui's head.

"Those outdated and impractical rules in the Dao Alliance should have been completely changed long ago."

"And those disgusting worms hiding within the Dao Alliance, abusing their power and disregarding right and wrong, should have been killed long ago!"

He withdrew his hand, his tone becoming more somber, tinged with a hint of helplessness and regret.

"I had the idea of ​​reforming the Dao Alliance a long time ago, but unfortunately I was injured in some things in my early years and was left with a hidden ailment."

"We wanted to bring about a major change, but ultimately we lacked the power to do so."

Wang Quan Shouzhuo stepped forward and steadily helped the still dazed Wang Quan Baye to his feet, looking at him intently as if he were seeing his former self, full of vigor and ambition.

"And you, my son, you have the courage to break free from constraints, and the integrity to distinguish right from wrong. This heavy responsibility of reforming the Dao Alliance will surely be accomplished in your generation!"

"Father, father..."

Wang Quanba finally came to his senses, his voice trembling slightly, his shock and excitement intertwined, leaving him momentarily speechless.

"Do not worry."

Wang Quan Shouzhu patted his arm, his tone resolute.

"Although I am not as strong as I was in my prime, within this Dao Alliance, apart from that old fox from the Dongfang family, no one can fight me, and no one dares to fight me."

"That kid named Mu Qinghan is a promising talent, and I like him a lot too."

"I'll protect him; no one will dare touch him."

"Is this true?"

Wang Quanba suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a bright light, and his previous worries instantly dissipated.

As long as Father is willing, no one in that alliance will dare to touch Mu Qinghan.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Quan Shou Zhuo laughed loudly and reached out to touch the Wang Quan sword at his waist.

"When have I ever lied to you? Your generation will surely shine even brighter than ours, and the future of the Dao Alliance will be incredibly brilliant because of you!"

"I believe in you..."

I'm looking forward to it...

Chapter 29 You might as well give it a try

The usually empty courtyard in front of the gate was now crowded with people.

The head of the Mu family, his wife, Mu Shenqi, the white-haired elders of the clan, and the Mu family members who rushed back from all over the country upon hearing the news.

Even those who usually travel are standing in the crowd, looking travel-worn.

Everyone stood still, their eyes all fixed on Mu Qinghan, who stood in the middle.

Mu Shenqi turned his head to look at Mu Qinghan beside him, patted his arm, and spoke gently.

"Don't be afraid, little brother. With family here, no one can hurt you in the slightest. We'll all stand up for you."

Mu Qinghan looked up and saw that there was no blame in her father's eyes, only concern.

His mother nodded gently at him, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Several elders who were usually stern nodded slightly to him at this moment.

And those younger siblings of the same generation, each with bright eyes.

His hand holding the sword trembled slightly. "Thank you... thank you all."

"Hahaha, silly child!"

An elder with white hair and beard stroked his beard and laughed loudly.

"What are you thanking me for? We're all family, blood is thicker than water. How could we not care if our own child is wronged?"

Another elder, leaning on a cane, took a step forward, a fierce glint flashing in his cloudy eyes, his voice resounding.

"Don't be afraid, Qinghan! We old men aren't dead yet! If those inspectors dare to come knocking on our door, they'll have to get past us old folks first!"

"If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, I'll risk my old bones to make them pay!"

"Yes! Let's give it our all!"

"Qinghan, we support you!"

The elder's words seemed to ignite a fuse, and the young members of the Shepherd family behind him raised their arms and shouted, their young faces filled with passion and determination.

The sounds converged and echoed in the courtyard, causing the lanterns in front of the door to sway gently.

The patriarch slowly stepped forward, patted Mu Qinghan on the shoulder, and spoke in a steady tone.

"Qinghan, you did the right thing. Being able to distinguish right from wrong and sticking to one's principles—that's what makes a son of the Mu family. Stay home and take care of the rest."

Looking at the familiar faces before him and feeling the warmth surging around him, Mu Qinghan's hand, which was tightly gripping the sword hilt, gradually became steady.

"Father, can I do it myself first?"

Old Man Mu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and patted Mu Qinghan on the shoulder.

"Okay, whatever you do, Dad will support you."

"Support what? Support what?"

A shrill laugh rang out, and Xiao Wancheng strolled in slowly from outside, fanning himself with a folding fan. His brocade robe gleamed in the sunlight.

Behind him followed four inspectors dressed in purple robes, their faces cold and stern, their bodies radiating intimidating magical energy.

Xiao Wancheng's gaze swept over the large group of Mu family members in the courtyard, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He never expected that the Mu family could gather so many people for a junior, with even the disciples and elders who were away rushing back. This cohesion exceeded his expectations.

But the smile on his lips did not diminish at all; instead, it became more sinister.

The stronger the cohesion, the more satisfying it will be to weaken it later.

He never expected to actually capture Mu Qinghan.

The Mu family has deep roots, and rashly taking action against its direct descendants would inevitably provoke a backlash.

His real purpose for this trip was to use the pretext of "privately rescuing the demon race" to extort money from the Mu family, making them pay a price, so that he could gain a reputation for "strict law enforcement" within the Dao Alliance.

"Oh, young master, you're here."

Xiao Wancheng closed his folding fan and looked at Mu Qinghan in the crowd, his tone full of sarcasm.

"I thought you'd run away in fear after doing something so big!"

Mu Qinghan took half a step forward.

He gripped the hilt of his sword, met Xiao Wancheng's gaze, and asked calmly, "Why would I run?"

"Oh?" Xiao Wancheng raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise as he looked him over.

"So, you're planning to surrender and come with us to the Censorate for trial?"

"It's certainly worth a try," Mu Qinghan said calmly.

"Hahaha! What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xiao Wancheng seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He abruptly closed his folding fan, his face darkening.

"Arrogant brat! Do you really think we inspectors are just for show? Attack us!"

At his command, the four purple-robed inspectors behind him moved instantly.

They moved like lightning, drawing their longswords and charging towards Mu Qinghan with fierce sword energy. Their moves were ruthless, clearly indicating their intention to end the battle quickly.

Several clan elders immediately tried to step forward, but were stopped by the head of the Mu family.

Mu Qinghan's eyes turned cold, and his magical power suddenly erupted.