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"Have you heard? The number one genius of the human race?"
"Of course! A thirteen-year-old at the peak of the Great Demon King level. When I was thirteen, I was still eating wild boars in the mountains."
"It seems the human race... is about to rise to power..."
"What do we do? Are we going to get hacked to death?"
"What's there to be afraid of? If the sky falls, we'll have the Demon Emperor to hold it up. If even they can't hold it up, we'll just be suffering if we live."
"Uh...yes."
"I told you he was extremely talented, sister. If I had known, I should have locked him up in Tushan and found a way to make him turn against me."
"That's a bit of an exaggeration."
"Mu Qinghan, so that's your name? Peak Great Demon King... Amazing..."
Tu Shan Ya Ya stared blankly at her older and younger sisters.
I always remembered his companion calling him Qinghan, but I never knew his full name.
Chapter 32 Relief
Tu Shan Honghong, Tu Shan Rongrong, and Tu Shan Yaya walked side by side on the road, the air filled with a faint fragrance of bamboo.
"Ya Ya, you seem to have... grown taller?"
Tu Shan Honghong was the first to stop, turning her head to look at her younger sister beside her, her tone carrying a hint of surprise.
Ya Ya used to be a little taller than Rong Rong, but now she's almost as tall as me.
"Huh? I just noticed."
Tu Shan Rongrong was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously straightened her back, and then blinked at Tu Shan Yaya.
"Sister, you've actually grown quite a bit taller!"
They all focused their attention on Ya Ya, their surprise growing stronger.
Honghong carefully examined Yaya, noting that her original red dress had been changed to blue.
Her once youthful face has lost some of its baby fat, and gained a more delicate and youthful beauty.
What bothered her even more was that the demonic power within Ya Ya's body was like a surging tide.
Compared to his previous Demon King realm, he has now firmly entered the ranks of Great Demon King, his aura powerful yet carrying a chilling intensity.
Moreover… a question flashed through Honghong's mind.
Ever since that strange human boy brought the unconscious Ya Ya back to Tushan three years ago, Ya Ya has been like a demon.
In the past, she devoted herself to studying the art of strength, wielding the Endless Wine Pot with great force. But now she has never touched the art of strength again. Instead, she spends her days cultivating ice magic, and her body is often surrounded by fine ice shards.
"Ya Ya, that boy's name is Mu Qinghan, right?" Hong Hong asked cautiously, her gaze fixed on Ya Ya's reaction.
"Huh? What Mu Qinghan?"
Tu Shan Ya Ya seemed to have been stepped on, and suddenly raised her voice, her ears perked up instantly, and her eyes darted around.
"I don't know... Oh, right, you mean Mu Qinghan, the number one genius of the human race?"
She forced herself to remain calm, raised her chin, crossed her arms, and adopted a disdainful expression.
"Interesting. Once I've mastered even stronger ice magic, I, Tu Shan Ya Ya, will challenge him to a duel and show him the power of the Tu Shan fox demons!"
"Sister Ya Ya, do I look like an idiot to you?"
Seeing her sister and Rongrong's speechless expressions, Tushan Yaya's fox ears, which had been standing up, drooped down instantly.
Seeing Ya Ya's pitiful little face, Tu Shan Hong Hong couldn't help but reach out and rub her head. Tu Shan Rong Rong also smiled, her eyes full of doting. The two demons looked at each other with a helpless smile.
"Our fox demon clan's power comes from love; the deeper the love, the stronger the demonic power."
Tu Shan Honghong's smile faded, her tone became serious, and her gaze softened, "Ya Ya, you... have fallen in love."
"No! I didn't!"
Tu Shan Ya Ya seemed to have her secrets exposed. She suddenly raised her head, her ears perked up again, her cheeks flushed red, and her voice became rapid.
"I didn't! How could I possibly fall in love with a human? I...I didn't..."
Her voice grew softer and softer, her once imposing gaze gradually dimmed, and her once erect ears drooped as if they had lost their support, resting on her head, making her look listless.
"I...don't like him at all..." she murmured to herself, as if trying to convince her sisters, or perhaps deceiving herself.
After a moment of silence, she lowered her eyes, her voice as soft as a breeze, tinged with a barely perceptible bitterness: "He said... that he and I... have nothing to do with each other anymore..."
Seeing Tu Shan Ya Ya's sad appearance, Tu Shan Hong Hong and Tu Shan Rong Rong roughly understood.
Humans and transvestites are truly different...
Wang Quanzui and Qingmu Yuan sat side by side on the swing, the slender swing ropes drooping slightly under their weight.
Three years have passed quietly, and the two girls have shed their former naiveté.
Wang Quanzui wore a light yellow dress, her bright eyes and brows still lively, but now she exuded the gentle grace of a noble lady.
Aoki Hime was dressed in an elegant blue robe, her long hair loosely tied behind her head, her skin as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes exuding a scholarly air, and her figure slender. The two of them squeezed on the same swing, their skirts slightly overlapping, making them look particularly intimate.
As the swing gently swayed, Wang Quanzui turned his head to look at Qingmu Yuan beside him, breaking the silence first.
"Mu Qinghan was released from confinement yesterday, and the entire Dao Alliance was in an uproar. Why didn't you go and see him?"
Her tone was full of doubt. In the past, Qingmu Yuan would never miss a thing when it came to Mu Qinghan.
Aoki Hime tightened her grip on the swing ropes, a slight blush rising to her cheeks, and said softly, "I...I forgot."
Wang Quanzui's eyes widened instantly, his expression as if he had swallowed a fly.
Seeing Wang Quanzui's exaggerated appearance, Qingmu Yuan quickly waved her hand, her eyes darting away and her voice softening.
"Okay, okay, stop making that face. I... I didn't forget, it's just that... he was too dazzling."
"Too dazzling?" Wang Quanzui raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in confusion. "Isn't that a good thing? The stronger he is, the more confident our human race will be. Isn't that what we've always wanted?"
Aoki Hime gazed at the locust tree leaves flitting past as the swing swayed, her eyes gradually drifting into the distance.
“He was so dazzling, so radiant,” she said softly, her voice tinged with an indescribable melancholy.
“Yesterday I stood outside the crowd and took a look from afar. As soon as he stepped out of the confinement courtyard, he was surrounded by elders from various clans and geniuses of his generation. All eyes were on him. He was like the moon in the sky, the one surrounded by stars.”
She paused, her fingertips tracing the rough swing ropes, her voice lowering slightly: "I'm afraid that if I get closer, I'll only seem too insignificant, and I'll...feel inferior."
"Inferiority complex?" Wang Quanzui suddenly raised his voice, about to retort, but stopped abruptly when the words were on the tip of his tongue.
She recalled the scene from yesterday, where she herself was squeezed in the crowd, watching Mu Qinghan being surrounded in the center.
He was dressed in white, his aura restrained yet sharp, and even the surrounding air seemed to freeze because of him.
At that time, she tried her best to squeeze forward, but she couldn't even get within three feet of him. She could only watch from afar as he calmly dealt with the congratulations from everyone.
At that moment, she suddenly felt that he was like a person on a cloud, a celestial being.
Yes, she was only Mu Qinghan's friend and she had such feelings, so how could she not know about Qingmu Yuan's feelings for him, since they had grown up together?
Wang Quan swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and simply patted Aoki Yuan's hand gently, his eyes showing a hint of understanding.
Aoki Yuan felt the warmth from the back of her hand, turned her head, and gave Wang Quanzui a faint smile. There was no disappointment in that smile, but rather a sense of relief.
"It's alright, Zui'er, I've come to terms with it."
She gazed at the vast sky outside the courtyard, her eyes hardening.
"Mu Qinghan's appearance is destined to lead the human race to a new golden age. This generation of human race is destined to leave a strong mark on history."
Even if I'm destined to be apart from him and can't be by his side, so what?
Her tone became lighter, and a bright light shone in her eyes.
“I, Aoki Hime, am not a parasitic vine that only revolves around others.”
"I can contribute my own strength to the future of humanity, and let my name be recorded in history books, witnessing the glory of this era with him. That's enough."
The swing slowly came to a stop, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the locust tree leaves, falling warmly and brightly on the two people's faces.
Looking at the determination in the girl's eyes, Wang Quanzui felt a slight stirring in his heart. He reached out and took her arm, nodding with a smile.
"That's right! We all need to become powerful people and work together to make humanity stronger!"
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Where exactly is a world filled with flowers...?
If it really exists, then I will definitely go...
Chapter 33 The Young Master Doesn't Like Ginger - Afu's Diary (Important: Five-pointed Star)
"My dear son, I'm really curious now, just how strong are you?"
Old Man Mu stood with his hands behind his back.
He stared intently at the boy opposite him, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing, but more so with an irrepressible anticipation.
The ancient locust tree by the field is lush and verdant.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on the boy's tall figure and outlining his clear silhouette.
Mu Qinghan was only thirteen years old, but he was already 1.7 meters tall. His physique, which far exceeded that of his peers, gave him a calm and composed demeanor when he stood there.
He was dressed in a white outfit, his dark hair simply tied back with a cloth, revealing his smooth forehead.
Those eyes, which should have held the naivety of youth, were now as sharp as unsheathed swords, seemingly capable of piercing through the heart.
The sword intent surrounding him grew ever more powerful, and the invisible air currents caused the surrounding dust to ripple slightly, while the banners in the distance fluttered gently.
He looked every bit the young sword immortal.
Mu Qinghan nodded slightly to his father, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.
When his father found him in the courtyard, he only said "Go to the training ground," and he guessed what his father was thinking.
The father wanted to see his own progress.
He slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers gripping the hilt of the sword beside him.