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He frowned slightly, his fingertip pointing to a passage on the page, and looked up at the middle-aged man opposite him who was resting with his eyes closed.
"Hey Dad, what's that book about... Wang Quan Wu Mu, is he really that strong?"
The head of the Mu family suddenly opened his eyes, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.
He gently tapped his son's head: "You should use the formal 'you' when you talk to your father. You're so disrespectful, always calling me 'hey, hey, hey.' If word gets out, people will think my Mu family has no manners."
He muttered to himself, "This brat of mine praises Wang Quan Shouzhuo as 'amazing,' but then he doesn't even use a respectful term for his own father. It's infuriating."
Does that mean he has no temper?
Mu Qinghan rubbed his forehead where he had been hit, tilting his head in confusion.
"Huh? But last time I clearly heard you talking back to Grandpa and even calling him 'Old Deng,' and Grandpa didn't even grab his cane to beat you up."
The head of the Mu family had just picked up his teacup and taken a sip when he heard this, and immediately spat it out, coughing repeatedly as he choked.
"Cough cough cough... You brat, you only remember useless things! I was just joking with your grandfather. The situation was special, and besides... besides, he loves me and wouldn't bear to hit me."
His face flushed red as he tried to explain, but the more he spoke, the more incoherent he became.
Then why did you hit me...?
Seeing his appearance, Mu Qinghan felt a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
He closed the book, leaned forward, and his tone instantly became obedient.
"Alright, Father, stop digressing. Tell me quickly, is this Wang Quan Wu Mu, who is hailed as the 'greatest genius in history,' really as powerful as he is described in the book?"
He paused, then added, "My learned father."
"Hmm, that's more like it, my good boy."
Upon hearing the words "learned father," the Mu family patriarch's expression instantly brightened. He cleared his throat, put down his teacup, and his expression became serious.
He leaned forward and glanced at the name on the page, his gaze distant.
"The throne is never fading..."
"These are all things from hundreds of years ago."
"Many details have long been lost to time, and even I, as your father, am not entirely clear about them. But one thing is beyond doubt."
"His talent is indeed unparalleled throughout history. Looking at the entire history of the Dao Alliance, there are very few who can compare with him."
"He is the founder of the King's Sword Intent."
He paused here, a hint of regret creeping into his expression.
"It's a pity that the heavens are jealous of talent. He died tragically at the hands of the demon race before he could grow up."
"The senior who attended his funeral left only eight words in his notes: 'The king's power is eternal, and he is invincible in this world.'"
"Unrivaled in this era..."
Mu Qinghan lowered his eyes and stared at the four characters "王权无暮" (Wang Quan Wu Mu) on the page, his brows furrowing slightly as he repeated the two characters in a low voice.
Mu Qinghan gently placed the ancient book in her hands on her lap, her clear eyes filled with confusion.
He looked up at the head of the Mu family, his tone serious, unlike that of a ten-year-old child.
“Father, I really don’t understand. If I were Wang Quan Wu Mu, possessing such unparalleled talent, with an infinite future ahead of me, I would never let myself easily fall into danger.”
He paused, his little fists clenching unconsciously, his voice filled with longing for the future.
"Only by living can I continue to practice swordsmanship, become stronger, and do many meaningful things—to see the scenery that others may never see in their lifetime."
"I desperately want to live."
"We must fight with all our might to survive."
The head of the Mu family listened quietly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
He paused for a moment before slowly speaking: "Whether he knew the danger but still chose to go, or whether he fell into a trap, no one can say for sure."
"Hundreds of years have buried the truth in the dust."
As he said this, he bent down and gently touched Mu Qinghan's head. The warmth of his palm was strong, and his eyes were full of love.
"But Qinghan, you're right."
"No matter when, no matter what choice you face, always remember this."
"Living is the most important thing."
"Only by surviving can we have the opportunity to pursue our dreams, have unlimited possibilities, reach higher and farther places, and see a wider world."
His voice was deep and firm, carrying the most sincere expectations.
Mu Qinghan felt the warmth above his head and understood the hope in his father's eyes.
He nodded emphatically.
"I understand."
Beside the stone table in the courtyard, Wang Quanzui rushed straight into Wang Quanshouzhuo's arms, his soft little hands gently pinching his father's nose, swaying his body and humming.
"Daddy, that guy named Mu Qinghan clearly can't beat you, so why did he still challenge you? There's no suspense at all."
Wang Quan Shouzhuo looked at his daughter with doting eyes, gently patting her back with his rough hands.
“Silly girl, he challenged his father not to win.”
He looked up at Wang Quanba Ye beside him and said, "That child has an unwavering passion for swordsmanship. He wants to see his shortcomings and learn something real by sparring with strong opponents."
"He is intelligent and has an indomitable spirit, which is a rare and valuable quality."
At this point, his smile faded, and his tone became serious.
"Zui'er, Ba Ye, you must remember that Mu Qinghan is a rare and precious friend in your lives, someone worth befriending deeply."
Upon hearing this, Wang Quanba nodded slightly and bowed in response.
“I have remembered your high regard for him, Father. Judging from his actions, he is indeed a person of pure heart and firm goals. I will certainly get along well with him in the future.”
Wang Quanzui peeked out from his father's arms, blinking his bright, sparkling eyes, his lips curving into crescent moons.
"Hehe, I think he's super interesting! He looks cool and aloof, but when he talks about 'your dad is awesome,' his expression is super serious, and he's not pretending at all."
"Next time I have the chance, I want to talk to him about swordsmanship and ask him if he's ever seen any monsters outside!"
Chapter 3 Killing Demons
A dull, loud bang suddenly exploded, as if the wheels had crushed sharp stones, and the entire carriage jolted violently before shaking violently.
The two horses pulling the cart were startled, their front hooves rearing up, neighing anxiously, and abruptly coming to a stop.
Inside the car, a low table was set with steaming hot food.
Mu Qinghan was eating rice from a celadon bowl when the sudden stop sent him flying forward uncontrollably.
At the critical moment, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he twisted his waist sharply to the side, narrowly avoiding the spilled soup and flying bowls and chopsticks, while firmly gripping the celadon bowl in his hand.
In mid-air, he used the momentum to spin around, and his other hand swiftly reached out to precisely hook the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs that had just been served on the low table, his movements fluid and graceful.
In the blink of an eye, he had landed steadily back on the cushion, sitting upright with not a single grain of rice spilled from his bowl, and the freshly picked ribs were still steaming hot, as if the danger from just now had never happened.
On the other hand, the head of the Mu family was drinking heartily with his head tilted back when the incident occurred. Caught completely off guard, he was sent flying from his seat.
With a loud crash, the half-open carriage curtain was ripped open, and the carriage landed solidly in the muddy puddles by the roadside.
Mud splattered everywhere, instantly covering his luxurious brocade robe with dark brown mud spots, and his face was splattered with several mud splatters. The wine jar in his hand rolled to the side, and the fragrant wine gushed into the mud.
"Cough...cough cough!"
The head of the Mu family struggled to sit up from the mud, spitting out the mud and sand in his mouth. He looked at his son, who was calmly picking at his food in the car, and exclaimed, "Mu Qinghan! You just stood by and watched your father fall into the mud?!"
Mu Qinghan chewed on the ribs and looked up innocently: "I caught my rice and dishes, I didn't have time to think about anything else."
Mu Qinghan picked up a piece of pork rib and stuffed it into his mouth. Suddenly remembering the loud noise from earlier, he spoke indistinctly.
"Oh, right, I think I bumped into something just now. Why don't you go down and take a look?"
"Tsk, you brat."
The head of the Mu family had just climbed out of the mud and was brushing the mud off himself when he heard this. He rolled his eyes and said irritably, "So you're the father and I'm the son, huh? Fine, I'll go see!"
Seeing that his father was really angry, Mu Qinghan quickly put down his chopsticks and shook his head helplessly.
He thought to himself, "Sometimes this old man is like a child who hasn't grown up; I have to coax him."
He quickly stood up: "Oh, I was wrong, Father. I'll go see it myself."
As he spoke, he reached out and lifted the carriage curtain, then leaped and landed lightly on the ground.
My gaze swept past the wheels and I saw a blurry figure lying in the grass not far ahead.
He walked over quickly and took a closer look. "Huh? This is... a person? Dad, it looks like you bumped into someone."
"Huh? It's a person?!"
Upon hearing this, the head of the Mu family's eyes widened in surprise.
He didn't even bother to wipe the mud off his body and hurried over.
Looking in the direction my son pointed, I saw a person lying on the ground. Judging from the figure and clothing, it looked like a woman.
He scratched his head, looking puzzled.
"That shouldn't be the case... This is the middle of nowhere, with no village or shop in sight, how could there be anyone here?"
He quickly walked over to the woman and carefully examined her.
As soon as the head of the Mu family approached the fallen woman, he suddenly sensed a trace of demonic energy.
He reacted extremely quickly, almost instantly turning to the side and narrowly avoiding the woman's attack.
With a sharp "whoosh," a sharp bone spur grazed his cheek and embedded itself heavily in the trunk of a nearby tree, sending splinters flying.
"Interesting, there are actually monsters here."
The head of the Mu family raised his hand and touched his cheek, which had been scratched by a bone spur. His fingertips were stained with blood, but a "kind" smile appeared on his face.
He moved his shoulders, his joints making a soft "crackling" sound, his tone relaxed yet carrying a sense of pressure.
"Perfect timing. It's been a while since I've had a chance to stretch my muscles. I'll use you as practice. My good son, watch carefully as your father teaches you how to slay demons."