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Many older people who met him praised him highly, saying he was a top genius who could rival the royal family in the future.
But that's just hearsay; you'll only know if it's true or not by actually trying it.
These people all have a sense of pride.
He then looked at Deng Qiyue, whose eyes clearly also held a strong fighting spirit.
He had met many so-called geniuses, but they all called him a genius.
"Young Master Mu, be careful!"
Ji Wuji's eyes suddenly narrowed, and before he could finish speaking, a loud "boom" was heard, and his purple wings instantly spread out to ten feet.
Lightning crackled, and powerful gusts of air surged forth from beneath the wings.
In the next instant, he transformed into a dazzling bolt of purple lightning, instantly arriving in front of Mu Qinghan and heading straight for his face.
Ji Wuji smiled, confident that this attack would take down Xiao Qinghan.
Mu Qinghan, however, still stood with his hands behind his back, his moon-white robe fluttering gently in the wind.
Just as the purple lightning was about to touch the tip of his nose, he casually turned slightly to the side.
Ji Wuji's figure rushed past him with a "whoosh," and his fist, carrying the power of wind and thunder, slammed into empty air, creating a shallow crater in the ground.
Holy crap? Dude, are you really that good at pretending?
Mu Shenqi leaned against the pavilion pillar, his hand holding the wine bowl paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.
He glanced sideways at Ji Wuji, who was standing there in a daze. Ji Wuji was looking down at his palm, his brows furrowed, deep in thought.
Mu Shenqi secretly raised his chin, his nostrils flaring slightly, his heart filled with joy.
Stunned, aren't you? You were so arrogant before, but my little brother just casually showed you something and you were completely dumbfounded, hahaha!
"You're just like those people before you; your aggressive tendencies are too obvious."
Mu Qinghan turned around, looked at Ji Wuji and said calmly, "You can't even control your facial expressions. It's obvious what you're thinking."
"Facial expression management?"
Deng Qiyue, who was inside the pavilion, burst out laughing. He put down his wine bowl and deliberately raised his voice to tease him.
"Brother Ji, why is your face all red? You need to be more careful about your facial expressions!"
However, he was still somewhat shocked; this young master of the Mu family far exceeded his expectations.
Is this... a born sword immortal?
"Those two bastards..."
Ji Wuji clenched his fists tightly, his ears burning.
He knew Deng Qiyue was joking, but Mu Qinghan's casual comment hit him where it hurt.
He's arrogant, he's wild, he can't calm down.
He felt he was qualified; he was the strongest genius in the Ji family in a century, and he never felt he should calm down.
But now… he was somewhat dazed.
Although he did not dare to use the full power of the Wind and Thunder Wings just now because he was concerned about the other party's young age, for fear of really hurting this young master Mu.
To lose so decisively, without even touching the hem of the other person's clothes, is truly shameful!
He gritted his teeth, really wanting to rush up and punch each of those two idiots who were singing in unison.
Ji Wuji took a deep breath, turned around and looked at Mu Qinghan. His previous arrogance had diminished considerably, and his eyes showed more seriousness.
"Brother Mu, your agility is excellent! I was careless just now. Let's try again!"
Chapter 15 I Don't Want to Get Married!
Tu Shan Ya Ya clutched Tu Shan Hong Hong's sleeve, her little face full of confusion.
Her fingertips were still stained with blood, which she had accidentally gotten on them when she repelled the human invaders.
Ya Ya could clearly see the greed and ferocity in the eyes of those humans who were holding torches and brandishing swords, shouting that they would flatten Tushan and seize the magic treasures.
But even though her sister clearly had the ability to keep them all in Tushan, she held back at the last moment, only crippling the cultivation of the leaders, and letting the rest of them scramble away.
"Sister, why are you so kind to humans?"
Ya Ya looked up at her, her little face upturned, "These bastards are going to destroy our home."
"Hmm? Why did Ya Ya suddenly ask that?"
Tu Shan Honghong stopped and turned around.
Her red dress fluttered gently in the evening breeze, her eyes and brows gentle.
Tu Shan Rongrong stood quietly to the side, her eyes slightly shifting, a figure unconsciously flashing through her mind.
That human boy who smiled faintly before he died.
Humans and demons are fundamentally different and irreconcilable enemies—this is a deeply ingrained understanding in the hearts of many demons. Yet, that person's existence is like a glimmer of light, making the older sister willing to show more tolerance and expectation towards the human race.
Tu Shan Honghong naturally understood Ya Ya's confusion. She slowly squatted down, reached out her blood-stained hand, and gently stroked Ya Ya's head in a soft voice.
"Ya Ya, not all humans are evil; there are kind people among them."
"Kind..."
Ya Ya murmured repeatedly, her little hands unconsciously wiping the blood from her sister's palms.
Suddenly, a cold, expressionless face appeared in her mind—that of the genius human child.
Is he... a good person?
No, his first question was whether he could kill her.
Perhaps when we meet again, he will have grown into one of humanity's strongest beings.
They're going to lead those bad guys to bully Tushan.
"Then, can humans and demons really live in harmony?"
Upon hearing this, Tu Shan Honghong paused slightly, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes.
She never imagined that little Ya Ya would ask such a question.
A moment later, she stood up, took Ya Ya's hand, and walked to the edge of the city wall, looking down at the moat flowing quietly below.
The river, reflecting the setting sun, shimmered and sparkled, much like the distant future.
"maybe…"
She spoke softly, her tone carrying a hint of uncertainty, yet also a glimmer of hope.
"Who knows what the future holds? But as long as there is one person or one demon willing to work towards this goal, there is hope, isn't there?"
Ya Ya looked up at her sister, seemingly understanding but not quite, then gazed at the distant mountains and forests gradually disappearing into the twilight.
"Time will tell us the answer, and in the process, I will do everything in my power to protect you and protect Tushan."
"I don't want to get married!"
Aoki Hime stood in the hall, clutching her skirt, her eyes red-rimmed, and glistening tears, like broken pearls, rolled down her fair cheeks and landed on the smooth stone slab.
She stared intently at the Qing family patriarch, who was sitting quietly in the main seat—her mother.
The head of the family was dressed in a dark green brocade robe, with only a jade hairpin in his hair.
She was holding a teacup, slowly and deliberately drinking her tea.
He remained calm, seemingly oblivious to his daughter's distress.
"I don't want to get married!"
Aoki Hiromu's voice rang out again, her youthful face flushed with excitement, making her already stunning appearance even more captivating.
Why should I marry someone I've never even met?
Qinglan put down her teacup and looked up at her daughter. "Stop fooling around, Muyuan. I'm not asking you to get married now, just to establish an engagement. There are still six years before the actual wedding."
"Six years isn't enough! And don't get married in the future!"
Aoki Hime suddenly raised her voice, her tears flowing even more fiercely, yet she stubbornly raised her chin and looked directly into her mother's eyes.
In the past, she was the most obedient and sensible young lady in the Qing family, and she always listened to her mother's words.
But today, when it comes to her future, she has decided not to back down an inch.
The twelve-year-old girl already had a graceful figure, and her pink and white dress made her skin look as white as snow.
Although her brows and eyes still retained a touch of childishness and fragility, her gaze burned with an inextinguishable flame.
She had already envisioned countless versions of the future in her mind.
She wants to explore this vast world, measure the heavens and earth with her own feet, and leave the name "Aoki-hime" in the annals of history with her own abilities.
Instead of becoming an appendage of some man, trapped in a secluded mansion.
"Mother, I want to go out into the world and see what I want to do."
Aoki wiped away her tears, her voice hoarse but unusually firm.
"I don't want to be bound by an engagement, and I don't want to live a life where I can see the end from the beginning!"
Looking at the stubbornness in her daughter's eyes, Qinglan finally felt a barely perceptible flicker of emotion.
She paused for a moment, then picked up her teacup again. The rising steam blurred her expression as she spoke softly.
“You are still young and do not understand the dangers of the world, nor do you understand the responsibilities of the family. This marriage is related to the future of the Qing family, and it cannot be rejected by you with a simple ‘no’.”
Aoki Hime stamped her foot in frustration, her skirt fluttering as a slender ankle was revealed.
"I know my family is important, but my life is important too!"
She bit her lower lip, as if she had made a huge decision, "If Mother insists on forcing me, I will... I will run away from home!"
Upon hearing this, Qinglan paused slightly in her teacup, finally raising her eyes to give her daughter a deep look.
The sandalwood incense in the hall still wafted in the air. The mother and daughter's eyes met in the air, one full of grievance and stubbornness, the other with complex considerations hidden beneath her calm.
Looking at her daughter's reddened eyes and stubborn expression, Qing Lan, the head of the Qing family, finally let out a long sigh.