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But the next second, as if she had thought of something, she wilted again.
"It's not a pectoral muscle, it's all soft and squishy!"
She clutched the pillow tightly, her legs wrapped tightly around it, as if that would teach some bastard a lesson.
"You wicked thing... I'll kill you..."
Chapter 20 A Peerless Sword? No.
"Little Qinghan, the head of the Qing family gave me a sword. Try it and see if it's any good."
"Well, okay."
As the sun began to set, wisps of smoke rose from the cooking fires of the shepherd's mansion, filling the air with the aroma of food.
The young herdsmen who had been training away from home returned one after another, walking briskly in twos and threes toward the dining hall.
As the group passed the training ground, Mu Changfeng, who was at the head, suddenly stopped. Those behind him, not paying attention, almost bumped into him.
"Look there!" Mu Changfeng lowered his voice and gestured with his chin toward the center of the training ground.
Everyone followed his gaze and instantly held their breath and stopped in their tracks.
In the center of the training ground, two figures stood out conspicuously.
It is Mu Shenqi and Mu Qinghan.
"Wow, I actually saw both of them today?" someone muttered quietly, their tone full of surprise.
Everyone in the Mu family knows that these two are the most dazzling geniuses in the family, but also the most "rare" to be seen.
One of them almost never goes home, and the other never leaves the house.
Before Mu Qinghan was born, Mu Shenqi was the family's number one genius; after his birth, Mu Shenqi became number two.
However, in many people's eyes, Mu Shenqi is still number one.
Those were people around the same age as Mu Shenqi, and they had all been beaten by Mu Shenqi, so they knew how monstrous Mu Shenqi's strength was.
However, Mu Qinghan is only rumored to be powerful; I have never seen him actually make a move.
So they were more curious, curious about how strong he could be.
"Here you go, bro."
Mu Shenqi handed over the sword swiftly and decisively. As soon as the long sword fell into Mu Qinghan's hand, it burst forth with a cold, silvery gleam in the slanting sunlight.
The fine patterns on the spine of the sword resembled a coiled dragon, making it clear at a glance that it was no ordinary item.
The autumn wind carried a few withered sycamore leaves, which landed right above the blade of the sword. With a soft "swoosh," the leaves were sliced in two by the invisible sharpness before they could even touch the blade, and fell to the bluestone slab with a soft rustling sound.
"Wow! This is absolutely a sword that can cut through iron like mud!"
At the edge of the training ground, Mu Changfeng's eyes widened, and he subconsciously took two steps forward, only to be pulled back by the person next to him.
"That's right! Just that sword energy alone is enough to make your face sting. Where did this treasure come from?"
"No need to ask! It must have been brought by the young master!"
Someone confidently chimed in, "The young master travels extensively and makes friends with all sorts of rich and powerful people. It's perfectly normal for a senior with divine weapons to give him a precious sword."
"That's true. Only the young master has this skill. If it were us, we might never be able to touch such a fine sword in our entire lives."
The crowd chattered amongst themselves, their eyes fixed on the longsword in Mu Qinghan's hand, filled with envy.
Mu Qinghan lowered his eyes and stared at the sword blade. His face, reflected on the sword, remained cold and expressionless.
He slightly twitched his fingertips, and the faint magical power that had been surrounding him instantly vanished.
The next second, Mu Qinghan raised his hand and swung his sword.
There was no fancy opening, but the moment the longsword sliced through the air, the temperature in the training ground seemed to drop several degrees.
An extremely terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body, and an invisible pressure swept outwards like a tidal wave.
Caught off guard, the young players on the sidelines were forced to take two steps back in unison, and many even bent over, feeling as if a huge rock was lodged in their chests.
Unexpectedly strong!
His movements became faster and faster, his figure leaving afterimages in the sunlight. Although it was the first time he had used this longsword, he seemed to be one with the sword as he wielded it, as if a sword immortal had possessed him.
With each swing of the sword, the oppressive feeling in the air increased dramatically. The longsword hummed, as if responding to its master's power. The sharp sword energy swept across the ground, even scratching fine white marks on the hard bluestone slab.
No one noticed that Mu Qinghan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Although this sword was incredibly sharp, it was ultimately not as handy as the small wooden sword he had crafted himself.
The wooden sword was made from the toughest branch of the old locust tree in the backyard, and he spent three months carefully polishing it.
His presence permeated the wood grain; there was no need for adjustment, and they could communicate instantly with each other. Unlike now, when he had to distract himself to adapt to the weight and curvature of the longsword.
With a low shout, Mu Qinghan spun around and twisted his waist, thrusting his long sword straight forward. The sword's momentum was like a rainbow, and a dazzling silver-white sword light suddenly condensed, rushing towards the disciples on the sidelines with a world-destroying aura!
"It's over!" Mu Changfeng was so frightened that he closed his eyes, instinctively covered his head and squatted down, his mind blank.
"Young Master! It's me! It's Mu Shan!" someone shouted anxiously, their voice trembling.
"I'm doomed! I should have known better than to join in this fun!" Some people cried out in despair, not even having the courage to open their eyes.
However, the expected excruciating pain did not occur.
A few seconds later, Mu Shan trembled and opened one eye a crack. Seeing that he was unharmed, he dared to slowly raise his head.
The others opened their eyes one after another, and as they looked at each other, they were all filled with relief at having survived the ordeal.
The terrifying sword light just now vanished suddenly less than three feet away from them, without even touching the hem of their clothes.
At this moment, everyone realized that Mu Qinghan's figure had already appeared in front of them.
He sheathed his sword with fluid movements, standing ramrod straight.
Even though he was looking up at them, his cold gaze made everyone feel inexplicably looked down upon, and they didn't even dare to breathe.
"Are you alright?" Mu Qinghan asked, his voice still calm and devoid of emotion.
"N-nothing! Thank you for your mercy, young master!"
Mu Changfeng was the first to react, and quickly cupped his hands in reply, his voice still trembling slightly.
The others nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with genuine awe as they looked at him.
Mu Qinghan didn't say anything more, but nodded slightly and turned to walk out of the martial arts arena.
Her pale white robe swept across the fallen leaves on the ground, and her figure quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.
"Hey, bro, where are you going again? Wait for me."
"How about it? This sword is pretty good, isn't it? You can call me 'the most handsome, invincible, awesome brother in the world' properly, and I'll give it to you, how about that?"
"The sword is nice, but it's not suitable for me."
Mu Qinghan casually tossed the sword to Mu Shenqi, glanced at his older brother, and seeing his somewhat disappointed expression, added, "Thank you, brother."
"Hehehe, there's no need for such formalities between us. I'll definitely help you find a good sword that suits your taste next time."
The players on the sidelines stood there stunned, and it took them a long time to recover.
"Just now...did the young master ask us if we were alright?" Mu Shan scratched his head, his tone full of disbelief.
"Seems to be……"
Mu Changfeng smacked his lips, recalling the scene from just now, and suddenly laughed.
"Everyone says that the young master is aloof and indifferent to everyone, but he clearly withdrew his magic just now and even asked us if we were alright. It seems that the rumors are not accurate."
“That’s right! This isn’t indifference; it’s clearly a cold exterior masking a warm heart!” someone chimed in.
Amidst the murmurs, everyone looked in the direction Mu Qinghan had left, their curiosity and awe subtly softened with a touch of closeness.
"In the end, we are still family, relatives."
"Then lend me twenty taels to go to the Celestial Immortal Academy."
"Go to hell."
"Hahahaha-"
Chapter 21 The Second Sword Under Heaven
"Let's go, let's go! Aren't you bored staying at home every day?"
"Then come with me to the Zhang family. Zhang Zheng is also skilled with swords, and quite proficient at it."
"He's using a black sword, which is the second-best sword in the world, very powerful. Do you want to have a match with him?"
His fingertips brushed against Mu Qinghan's soft hair, with a touch of intimacy.
Mu Shenqi looked at the boy in front of him who was as taciturn as gold, and shook his head helplessly, "You kid, it's harder than climbing to heaven to talk to you. Can't you say a few more words?"
Mu Qinghan lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes casting a light shadow beneath them, and spoke in a soft voice.
"do not know what to say."
"Sigh, I give up."
Mu Shenqi waved his hand, putting away his little complaint, and took the lead in walking forward.
"Alright, alright, I won't pressure you anymore. Let's go. Let's go see Zhang Zheng, the Black Sword."
Mu Qinghan slightly raised her eyes and silently followed.
Zhang Zheng leaned back in the wooden chair, his gaze fixed intently on the Zhang family patriarch sitting opposite him.
The old man had a silver beard that reached his chest, and he was slowly sipping a teacup.
Zhang Zheng couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, his words laced with mockery.
"Hey, old man, you've been staring at me for so long, are you thinking you can't beat me and want to admit defeat early?"
"You brat, you have no manners!"
The head of the Zhang family put down his teacup, the bottom of which touched the table with a crisp, light sound.
He looked up at Zhang Zheng, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes before turning into a faint smile.