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Cui Yuling slowly stepped into the courtyard where Mu Qinghan was.
She had thought Mu Qinghan would need another ten days or so of recuperation, but when she saw the white-robed youth standing with his hands behind his back in the center of the courtyard, she was startled.
In just seven days, Mu Qinghan not only recovered from her illness, but even the weariness between her brows disappeared.
His dark hair fell over his shoulders, his clothes fluttered in the morning breeze, and his aura was as calm as a deep pool, without any trace of the sluggishness from his previous serious injuries.
"Your meridians..."
Cui Yuling stepped forward and took his wrist, her pupils shrinking as soon as her fingertips touched him.
The meridians that were originally broken like a spider web have been completely reconnected, and are even more resilient and wider than before the injury. When her magic power flows through them, she can't even feel the slightest obstruction.
She opened her mouth, but swallowed the question that was on the tip of her tongue.
From the moment Mu Qinghan was born, the concept of "common sense" no longer applied to him.
From a half-step demon emperor at the age of sixteen to recovering in seven days.
Sword Immortal, Genius, Prodigy, Monster...
He was a rule-breaker by nature, so even the most bizarre things became "normal" when they happened to him.
Mu Qinghan withdrew his hand, his fingertips brushing against the hilt of the sword at his waist. The cool touch brought a faint glint to his eyes.
"Thank you so much for taking care of me, Senior Physician Cui. I'm almost fully recovered."
Before he finished speaking, his figure had already floated above the courtyard, his white robes fluttering slightly.
Without any preparatory stance or complicated sword techniques, he simply raised his right hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, and swung it lightly.
This seemingly casual sword strike caused the surrounding air to freeze instantly.
The first to notice something amiss were the little demons patrolling at the foot of the mountain.
They were laughing and talking about the fun things that happened yesterday when they suddenly felt a weight on their heads. When they looked up, they saw a crack in the sky.
It wasn't a gap in the clouds, but a real tear in the sky, the pale blue curtain billowing out to both sides like a piece of cloth, revealing the surging golden light behind it.
Immediately afterwards, a sword blade about ten feet wide fell from the crack, carrying an earth-shattering force, but then suddenly dissipated, leaving only golden light falling like rain, landing on the grass and trees, even the leaves shimmering with a layer of luster.
"That's... the pressure of a Demon Emperor?!"
An elderly monster spoke in a trembling voice, filled with disbelief.
The realm of the Demon Emperor is a peak that countless demons struggle to reach even after a thousand years. Yet, at this moment, that oppressive aura clearly enveloped the entire Tushan Mountain, gentle yet domineering, like a gift from the heavens.
But...who could this aura belong to?
At the door, Tu Shan Ya Ya's hand, which was holding a wine gourd, froze in mid-air.
She had come to see how Mu Qinghan was recovering, but the moment the sword cleaved the sky, her gaze was fixed on him.
The white-clad figure in the sky wasn't particularly tall, but it resembled a drawn sword, sharp yet not dazzling.
The figure was reflected in her eyes, gradually overshadowing all the surrounding golden light, leaving only that white, so clear it seemed to be etched into her very bones.
"Sister, he..."
For the first time, Tu Shan Rongrong's eyes lost their usual composure.
She had known for a long time that Mu Qinghan was exceptionally talented, but she never expected it to happen so quickly.
Yesterday I saw him slowly walking and adjusting his breathing in the courtyard, but today he can split the sky with a single sword and step into the realm of the Demon Emperor.
Or perhaps... when he returned from outside the industry, he had already...
Tu Shan Honghong stood to the side, her pupils slightly contracting.
She was well aware of Mu Qinghan's terrifying talent and had been mentally prepared, but when she saw the sky being torn open by the sword and felt the power belonging to the Demon Emperor, her heart still pounded uncontrollably.
This guy... he's really unreasonable...
The golden light gradually faded, and the sky closed again, leaving only the lingering sound of swords echoing in the valleys of Tushan.
Mu Qinghan returned to the courtyard and, seeing the gazes gathering in the distance, simply sheathed his sword.
It was as if that earth-shattering sword strike from just now was nothing more than ordinary.
Only Cui Yuling stood there, watching his retreating figure, speechless for a long time.
Demon Emperor Shi Kuan stood atop a mountain peak.
The cold wind whipped up ice pellets that pelted his armor with a crisp clanging sound, but he suddenly stopped and looked up sharply at the sky.
At first, his brows were only slightly furrowed.
The aura that suddenly arrived was too distant, yet it carried a powerful pressure.
Like an invisible sword, it pierced through the barriers between the four realms and landed directly in his perception.
He focused intently, and when the familiar, cold sword intent belonging to Mu Qinghan flashed by in that aura, Shi Kuan's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, followed by a burst of laughter that shook the icy peaks and caused snow to fall.
"Hahaha—that's amazing! That's really amazing!"
Laughter echoed through the empty valley, startling the snowbirds perched on the cliff face.
He recalled his previous encounter with the boy, and he knew at first glance that this person was no ordinary individual.
The heaven-shattering sword intent and the demon emperor's oppressive aura now perfectly confirm his judgment.
Shi Kuan raised his hand and patted the snow off his armor, looking towards Tu Shan. "You little monster, you're even more terrifying than I thought. You still owe me a favor, and it seems... I can pay it off now."
Meanwhile, the South
The branches and leaves of the towering ancient trees overlapped layer upon layer, obscuring the ground so that only scattered patches of sunlight could be seen.
The Poison King sat beneath a giant tree, closing his eyes to rest.
The air was filled with a strange smell of herbs and poisonous gases, and even the most poisonous miasma dared not come within three feet of him.
Suddenly, his fingers paused slightly, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.
A strange yet extremely powerful aura crossed mountains and rivers, landing precisely in his senses.
The source of that aura was none other than the direction of Tushan.
“An unfamiliar aura…”
The poisonous gas swirling around the Poison King's fingertips quietly dissipated. He lowered his eyes in thought, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"When did Tushan begin to hide such a person?"
"A new Demon Emperor has been born...?
"This world truly is a place where hidden talents abound..."
The scorching sun baked the yellow sand, and the air distorted like flowing heat waves.
Deep in the sand dunes, a yellowish-brown mongrel dog was looking down, its paws digging at the sand.
Its movements were clumsy and casual, and even the passing sand scorpions were too lazy to pay attention to this seemingly ordinary monster.
But the moment that demonic emperor's oppressive aura arrived, the earth dog's digging motion in the sand abruptly froze.
It raised its head, and its previously cloudy eyes suddenly became clear, reflecting a fleeting golden light in the distant sky.
The next second, the yellow sand moved on its own without any wind, spinning rapidly around the dog, forming a small sandstorm.
When the sandstorm subsided, the dog was gone, replaced by a handsome man in a brocade robe.
He had a deep-set face and delicate features; his name was... Fan Yunfei.
He raised his hand and opened his palm, where a pale golden demonic power flowed.
He gazed silently in the direction of Tushan, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
But then he shook his head and stopped caring about it.
Chapter 82 Echoes
The lingering power of the sword that cleaved the sky had not yet dissipated, and the golden light still flowed through the forests of Tushan.
Mu Qinghan stood suspended in mid-air, the stagnation that had been building up in his heart for many days completely dissipated, leaving only a clear and carefree feeling.
Just as he was about to stop and land, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
The surrounding wind, the leaves in the forest, and even the faint light floating in the air all surged into his body.
They transformed into streams of gentle yet powerful energy, merging with his own magical power, and their operation became several times smoother than usual.
"Is this... the power of heaven and earth?"
Mu Qinghan frowned slightly and raised his hand to grasp a wisp of wind that was coming towards him.
The sensation from his fingertips was crystal clear; the power did not belong to him, but rather seemed to be a gift that existed naturally in the world.
But his doubts only grew stronger.
Why was he able to mobilize this power so easily in Tushan?
Where does one's own power of heaven and earth originate?
Tu Shan Honghong was also slightly taken aback. She raised her hand to gather her demonic power. The red demonic power condensed in her palm, and the power of heaven and earth around her also surged. It did not interfere with the power around Mu Qinghan and operated normally.
Tu Shan Rongrong was stunned by this scene—under normal circumstances, it is extremely rare for two people to simultaneously mobilize the power of heaven and earth in the same place without affecting each other.
What was the power of heaven and earth that Mu Qinghan mobilized?
Tu Shan Rongrong looked at Hong Hong with a probing gaze.
Tu Shan Honghong simply shook her head. She could sense the purity of that power, but couldn't discern its source, as if it had appeared out of thin air beside Mu Qinghan.
Never seen before, never heard of before.
Mu Qinghan looked down at his palm. Although he was full of doubts, he didn't dwell on it too much.
He has never been one to get bogged down in trivialities. Now that he has recovered, his desire to return home and handle the affairs of the Dao Alliance has become increasingly urgent.
With a swift movement, he landed in the courtyard, his golden light receding as his robes fluttered.
Before they could even stand still, a blue figure rushed over with a smile.
Tu Shan Ya Ya opened her arms and almost bumped into him, looking up at him with bright, adoring eyes.
"Mu Bingkuai! You're amazing! That sword just now actually split the sky in two!"