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"Cough-cough-"
The little golden man quickly stepped forward, and with a slight lift of his golden finger, a gentle yet irresistible force blocked Mu Qinghan's path.
"You're really not a likable kid."
Mu Qinghan stopped and turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue.
The mountain wind whipped up snowflakes and lashed at his face, but he remained motionless.
The golden statue's smile faded, a hint of seriousness flashing deep within its golden eyes. It spoke slowly, its voice carrying a strange penetrating power through the wind.
"Hey kid, are you... afraid of dying?"
Mu Qinghan remained silent, his eyes appearing like two bottomless, icy pools in the wind and snow.
After a long silence, he slowly spoke.
"What do you think?"
"You might die in the future."
The golden statue's voice suddenly lowered, and its golden radiance dimmed slightly.
"I will definitely die, maybe in seventy or eighty years, since lifespan is limited anyway."
Mu Qinghan's answer was calm to the point of indifference, as if he were talking about someone else's life and death.
"That's not what I meant!"
The little golden man got anxious and slapped Mu Qinghan's shoulder with his golden hand, causing ripples to spread through the air.
"It's...it's the kind of death where the soul is completely scattered, and one can't even enter the cycle of reincarnation!"
Not far away, Tu Shan Hong's fluffy ears drooped, and her eyes were wide open.
She looked at the incredibly powerful little golden man, who was now affectionately draped over Mu Qinghan's shoulder.
He had a familiar smile on his face that she couldn't understand, and which could even be described as "creepy," like an old friend she had known for many years.
Do you even know someone like that?
Tu Shan Honghong was filled with confusion. What did that "death" mean?
"Hey you, little fox, you should go back now."
The little golden statue suddenly caught sight of her, its golden gaze fixed upon her with an undeniable air of authority.
"Xiao Qinghan and I need to talk about something. With you here... I'll be very troubled."
Mu Qinghan also turned his head and nodded slightly to Tu Shan Honghong. Although his tone was still indifferent, it had become more gentle.
"Miss Honghong, you should go back now."
Although Tu Shan Honghong was full of curiosity, she knew the importance of the matter and could only agree.
The blood-red figure disappeared into the snow, and the Third Young Master's gaze returned to Mu Qinghan.
“You are too weak right now, but we have very little time left, so... you need to speed things up.”
"Could you be more specific? What do you mean by 'speeding up the process'?"
"Use all your strength and attack me!"
Chapter 125 Unclaimed Sands
The blazing sun was swallowed up by the dark, gloomy light that blotted out the sky.
The gale whipped up sand and gravel that pelted Fan Yunfei's back, making it grimace in pain.
As its front paws swung, grains of sand slipped through its fingers like water. Just as the bottom of the pit was beginning to show signs of damp soil, steady footsteps were heard mixed in with the whistling wind behind it.
It wasn't the rustling of sandworms crawling by, but the crunching sound of shoes rolling over the sand.
Fan Yunfei turned around abruptly, forgetting to shake the sand out of his claws.
The dog's yellowish-brown face was scrunched up, its eyes wide open.
Holy crap? Where did this human come from?
The sandstorm is practically hitting our faces, why aren't we running?
Did a blind person get lost and wander into the Western Regions?
Mu Qinghan's gaze first swept over the churning sandstorm ahead. The swirling yellow sand was hundreds of meters in diameter, and the stones at the edge could pierce a camel's bone, but he only frowned slightly.
When his gaze fell back to the stray dog at his feet, he raised an eyebrow again.
Its droopy ears were covered in sand, and the fur on its belly was matted. Compared to "Little Afu" in the manor, who always rubbed against his sleeve, it was simply too ugly to look at.
His nose twitched slightly, and a faint trace of demonic energy clung to his fingertips. He didn't pay much attention to it. The Western Regions were originally the territory of the demon race, so it wasn't surprising that a dog that could dig holes had demonic energy.
Fan Yunfei was still pondering the origins of this human when he saw the other party turn his head to stare at the sandstorm and actually raise his hand to reach forward—he's gone mad!
It's hard to believe, but this human has no magical power whatsoever; he's just an ordinary person who would surely die in the face of this sandstorm!
In desperation, it pushed off the ground with its hind legs, and its earthen-yellow body pounced on Mu Qinghan like an arrow, trying to drag him into the pit.
Before it could even touch the hem of the other's clothes, an invisible force slammed into its belly.
Fan Yunfei felt dizzy and was sent flying as if he had been whipped. He crashed onto the sand and rolled three times before finally managing to land steadily.
Before the golden stars had even faded, the sound of the wind in my ears suddenly changed.
It wasn't the previous howling wind, but a deafening roar as the yellow sand was forcibly torn apart.
The moment it looked up, it stopped breathing.
Mu Qinghan stood in front of the sandstorm, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, but he didn't move an inch.
He loosely clenched his fists and then gently tore them apart.
The massive sandstorm actually split open from the very center, and the golden sand wall receded to both sides, revealing the clear sky behind it.
Even more terrifying, a powerful magical force emanated from his palm, spreading like ripples across tens of thousands of meters of sand. The sand worms buried beneath writhed wildly, desperately trying to burrow deeper into the earth, not even daring to peek out.
It's a Demon Emperor! And a human at the Demon Emperor realm!
Fan Yunfei's mouth was wide open, his tail stiffened behind him, and his mind was in turmoil.
How is this possible?! How could humans possibly control the power of heaven and earth?
And... how old is he?
How could someone as young as seventeen or eighteen possibly reach the Demon Emperor level?!
Forget about the Demon Emperor, why did he come to the Western Regions?
The wind gradually subsided, the sandstorm slowly dissipated, and Mu Qinghan withdrew his hand, the magic power at his fingertips also receding.
He glanced at the still-dazed dog, said nothing more, and turned to walk deeper into the Western Regions.
The white-clad figure quickly blended into the remaining yellow sand, leaving Fan Yunfei squatting in place, his mind filled with questions.
The yellow sand was whipped up by the wind and slapped against my face, carrying a scorching heat.
Mu Qinghan raised his hand to brush away the sand clinging to his sleeve, finally understanding why those war factions in the Dao Alliance who clamored for "exterminating the demon race" never came to the Western Regions to join the fun.
Looking around, all you can see is endless yellow, not even a single decent tree in sight.
After walking for nearly three hours, the only living creature they encountered was that ugly mongrel from before.
This place is so poor that it's impossible to find a powerful monster to fight. Even if you do run into one and win, what will you get?
Are you suggesting we bag the sand, dig up a few crooked cacti, and catch a few poisonous scorpions to take back as trophies?
Thinking of this, he shook his head helplessly.
A wisp of magical power re-condensed in his palm, flowing through his fingertips.
With a gentle push, it transforms into ripples that spread outwards.
The ripples spread across the sand, and after a short while, they covered an area of dozens of miles in radius.
The vibration of every grain of sand and the breath of every sandworm were clearly transmitted into his senses.
Before leaving, the Third Young Master instructed that the Western Regions contained the products left behind by his early experiments, and the energy sealed within those things might help him break through to the Great Demon Emperor realm.
But as the senses swept over it again and again, apart from the soft sound of sand grains colliding, not even the slightest bit of special energy fluctuations were detected.
Mu Qinghan frowned and withdrew his magic power.
Could it be that the Third Young Master's creation was already taken away by someone else?
Mu Qinghan frowned slightly, a strange sense of irritation rising in his heart.
He simply couldn't understand why those so-called strong people always liked to go in circles.
If you have something that can help someone break through, just give it to them directly. Why hide it and make them search all over the place? Do you want to use this to "train" them?
This kind of troublesome method is really meaningless.
He shook his head and secretly made up his mind: if he were to train younger generations in the future, he would never resort to this kind of empty talk.
If you have something good, just give it to them directly. Why make them go through unnecessary detours when you can avoid taking unnecessary steps?
As for the most crucial sword skills and combat techniques on the path of cultivation, as well as those ineffable insights and understandings, there's no need to go to great lengths to find strong opponents to fight.
Mu Qinghan's lips curled into a smile.
If they can spar with him and remain conscious for half an hour, their vision, reaction, and control over power will inevitably improve dramatically, which is more effective than fighting ten ordinary strongmen.
There's also the "epiphany before death" that people talk about with great interest, he thought, and a wisp of extremely faint magical power condensed at his fingertips.
That sense of oppression, that clarity between life and death, can not necessarily be experienced only when one is truly in dire straits.
He could precisely control the power, allowing them to personally experience the suffocating feeling of being on the verge of death, without actually taking any risks.
This way, one can have the opportunity for enlightenment without the risk of losing one's life. Isn't that safer than acting recklessly?
The wind picked up a bit, making his white clothes flutter. Mu Qinghan suppressed his irritation and turned his gaze back to the distant sand dunes.
No matter where the Third Young Master's possessions are hidden, he has to keep searching; he can't let this trip really be a waste of time.
Suddenly I remembered…
It seems that there's a Demon Emperor in the Western Regions?