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A clear, resonant sword cry shattered the tranquility of the training ground. The sword was drawn, its cold light flashing, making the young man's face appear even more aloof.
He secretly thought to himself that he must do his best today to let his father see his growth.
However, he won't use those deadly moves; he'll be careful with his strengths.
She will also try her best to prevent her father from getting hurt.
Well, minor injuries don't count as serious injuries.
When Old Man Mu saw his son draw his sword, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he shifted his feet slightly to assume a defensive stance.
Old Man Mu's muscles tensed instantly, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
The son before him was no longer the child he needed to protect. The current Mu Qinghan, with his surrounding sword intent, was enough to make him feel trembling.
The moment the last two words, imbued with a sharp sword aura, were uttered, Old Man Mu felt a bone-chilling cold suddenly sweep past his side, so fast that he had no time to react.
Immediately afterwards, the fierce sword energy stirred up a howling wind that stung his cheeks and made his robes flutter as if they were about to be torn apart.
"boom--!"
A deafening roar suddenly erupted, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
Old Man Mu stiffened his neck and mechanically turned his head slowly.
Behind him, at the edge of the training ground, several ancient trees that required three people to encircle were seen to have been cut in half from root to crown with a smooth, clean cut.
The sword energy still lingered at the broken edge, and bits of leaves and wood chips fell to the ground.
Even more outrageous, the power of this sword energy did not diminish at all. It extended all the way and cut the kitchen in the backyard in half. The broken walls and rubble collapsed with a crash, raising clouds of dust.
In the kitchen, Afu was wearing an apron, humming a folk tune from his hometown as he tossed the wok and stir-fried vegetables, the braised pork sizzling and oozing oil.
The sudden loud noise startled him so much that his hand trembled and he almost dropped the iron pot.
He turned his head blankly and saw that the once thick earthen wall had suddenly cracked open with a hideous gap. On the other side of the crack, the servants were clinging to the broken wall, staring at him with terrified expressions.
What...what's going on?
Afu swallowed hard, and the spatula in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
He slowly turned around and looked towards the training ground, where he could only vaguely see the figures of the young master and the master standing in the dust.
"Was it... that I secretly added ginger, and Young Master Qinghan found out?"
He scratched his head, looking aggrieved, "But the fishy smell is so strong, it's impossible to mask it without ginger..."
On the training ground, Old Man Mu stared at the mess behind him, his mouth agape for a long time before he finally managed to utter, "Son, you..."
Mu Qinghan twitched the corner of his mouth. The cold light on the blade had not yet faded. He looked at the scene in front of him, completely bewildered.
"I...I didn't expect it to be so powerful..."
He secretly rejoiced that when he swung his sword just now, he sensed that the sword energy was too strong and subconsciously deviated half an inch from the direction of the blade. If he had actually slashed at his father, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
The father and son exchanged a glance, both feeling a little awkward.
"Then... Father, do you still want to try?"
Mu Qinghan subtly sheathed his sword behind him.
Old Man Mu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he remained silent for a long time.
Just a moment ago, he truly felt the shadow of death, and his calves are still trembling uncontrollably.
"No, thank you," he coughed lightly, trying to maintain his fatherly authority. "I'm a little tired of standing and want to rest for a while."
Mu Qinghan nodded, his gaze falling on his father's trembling legs, and asked in confusion, "Dad, what's wrong with your legs?"
Following his son's gaze, Old Man Mu looked down and saw that his right leg was shaking like a leaf, impossible to hide.
His face flushed red, and he forced a smile as he explained, "I... I turned around too quickly just now, and my leg cramped up, so it was shaking badly."
Mu Qinghan responded and didn't ask any more questions. She simply stepped forward and gently took her father's arm.
"Then let me help you back to rest, Father."
"Help me to the toilet first."
"I drank too much water this morning."
"Don't mention this to your mother."
………………
The little ones all gathered together.
"Hey, hey, hey, what cultivation level are you all at now?"
"Demon King Realm".
"IM about the same."
"Me too."
"Peak of the Demon King Realm."
"Wow, Wang Quan Ba Ye, you're really something!"
"She's still not as good as Xiao Qinghan."
"Xiao Qinghan shouldn't join in. I never even considered comparing myself to him; there's no need for that."
"By the way, Mu Shenqi, why didn't you call him over too? Didn't he finish his confinement? It would be a good opportunity to get together."
Wang Quanba rested his elbows on the stone table, tapped the surface with his fingertips, and glanced at the people sitting around him before finally settling on Mu Shenqi.
Young men and women sat around a stone pavilion deep in the bamboo forest, with several plates of snacks and tea on the table, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.
Mu Shenqi picked up his teacup, took a sip, and shrugged helplessly.
"I went to call him when I went out, but I saw him being called away by my father as soon as I got to the gate of the courtyard. I guess he had something important to tell me. He left in a hurry and I didn't have time to say anything."
Wang Quanba waved his hand, then a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He slammed his hand on the stone table. "But I have an idea. How about we form a masked group?"
"The Masked Group?"
The young men and women sitting around him immediately brightened up and sat up straight to look at him, their faces full of curiosity.
Wang Quanzui, chin in hand, pressed on, "What's the Masked Group, bro? It sounds interesting."
"It's like a small team of us, and when we go out on missions, we all wear special masks and don't use our real identities."
Wang Quanba stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked triumphant.
“Think about it, every time we go out for training, people start by saying things like ‘the son of the Wangquan family’s patriarch’ or ‘the young master of the Mu family,’ constantly using their fathers’ names. How boring is that?”
"I don't want to live in my father's shadow forever. I want to make a name for myself through my own abilities!"
"Oh? That's exactly what I was thinking!"
Deng Qiyue slapped his thigh, his eyes burning with fervor. "I've thought about that before too. Every time I fight someone, as soon as they hear who my father is, they either deliberately hold back or come with prejudice, making it impossible to have a proper fight."
"If we had the Masked Gang, we could break free from those constraints and run wild!"
The others nodded in agreement, clearly impressed by the idea.
"Since everyone is interested, then it's settled!"
Seeing this, Wang Quanbaye smiled even more broadly, reached into the bundle behind him and took out several masks of different styles, spreading them out on the stone table.
The mask is made of high-quality material and is carved with different patterns.
"See? I prepared the masks a long time ago. They were all made according to our preferences. You can choose one."
The boys and girls immediately crowded forward, enthusiastically choosing masks, and the stone pavilion was filled with lively activity.
Just then, Yang Yitan, who hadn't said much, suddenly frowned and pointed to the last mask on the stone table.
"Everyone else has one, but what about Xiao Qinghan? We can't leave him out, can we?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Quanba Ye smiled, picked up the white jade mask engraved with sword patterns, and shook it.
"Don't worry, how could I forget him? This was specially prepared for Qinghan."
It was a fox mask, and it looked very mysterious.
"Once he's finished with his uncle's business, we'll bring him in. Then our Masked Troupe will be complete!"
The group exchanged smiles, holding the masks in their hands.
“Then let’s go by age. You’re the oldest, so you’ll be the eldest brother.”
"Then I'll be the second oldest."
"I'm the third child..."
"By the way, big brother, how come your mask is so ugly?"
"Hmm? Is it ugly?"
"Ugly but impressive."
Chapter 34 This hobby
The campfire crackled, casting the shadows of the group on the stone wall, sometimes long, sometimes short.
Apart from Mu Qinghan and Mu Shenqi, who had gone to see him half an hour earlier, the rest of the group were already drunk and drowsy from the strong liquor in the jar.
"Ugh... Can someone hug me? My legs are so weak."
Wang Quanzui swayed as he stood up, his cheeks flushed red like ripe peaches, and reached out to hug Qingmu Yuan beside him.
But as soon as her foot touched the ground, a sharp pebble hit her hard, making her hiss and gasp in pain.
She squinted her drunken eyes and looked down, only to find her bare feet treading on the cool grass, her embroidered shoes with white plum blossoms nowhere to be seen.
"Hey? Where are my shoes? Who hid them?"
She stood with her hands on her hips and shouted, her voice still soft and sweet from the alcohol.
"Shoes? Who cares about your shoes?"
Li Zizai, standing to the side, was also feeling dizzy and was struggling to put on his shoes, his toes bulging against the toes of the shoes.
"That's weird, why did my shoes suddenly shrink? They're squeezing my toes so much they hurt."